<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297</id><updated>2011-08-11T11:59:16.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Thoughts Go Public</title><subtitle type='html'>Incessant Ramblings From a BiPolar Woman Who Just Wants to Know....           
Have You Kissed Your Pit Today?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6612783886524478581</id><published>2010-09-30T13:15:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:25:56.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All In The Fam</title><content type='html'>This morning on my way to work, I got to thinking about my aunt. She recently had a birthday and I sent her a greeting….it sparked some memories and some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and her sisters were thick as thieves! They were always calling each other, always writing each other, and always visiting each other’s homes. My cousin was my best friend and we wrote letters back and forth. She would always send me cool things from a piece of bubble gum (un-chewed!) to a cool poster of Chet Baker and Elvis to her snakes newly shed skin. …Needless to say the posters were more loved then the skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up we would spend the night at uncles houses, babysit cousins, head to CA for a few days in the summer, hear letters from aunts rightfully bragging about my cousins, and the every Saturday call from my aunt in VA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty something years ago, my mom’s family fell apart. It started with an uncle and just dominoed. Cousins were lost and beloved aunts no longer existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons arent clear to me anymore, mostly because I don’t care anymore. I don’t care anymore because now, as an adult, I look back and think “Holy FREAK! 20 years of stupid ridiculous selfish anger that should have been let go 20 something years ago!” Twenty something years of my mom &amp;amp; aunts and uncles selfishly taking their children away from their cousins and creating a selfish wedge between family….the MOST important thing God gave us and the ONLY thing that’s left when nothing else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, siblings disgustingly “took sides” against eachother. There is an UNcivil war being ridiculously and pridefully fought between eight siblings that once were so amazingly close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;generation&lt;/span&gt; has had a &lt;em&gt;less selfish&lt;/em&gt; approach to our lives. I am very fortunate that the 2nd generation has been able to put away their parents ridiculous selfish pride and anger and try to be friends with eachother….tho not a small task at best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 20 something years of not knowing my cousin that was my best friend since I was born, We recently reconnected and even though our paths will probably never cross again, I know she is still there and I know her heart is still open and I am so happy for her successes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my point….put the past away, forgive and get over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth it to spend &lt;strong&gt;20 something years&lt;/strong&gt;, of a very short existence, angry at someone that you probably cant even remember the reason why you were angry at them in the first place and if you actually do remember, you realize it was absolutely ridiculous and selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and uncles (including my mother) are going to die without eachother. Without watching their nieces and nephews grow up and become successful and happy….without getting back the best friends they ever had…..their siblings that they had &lt;strong&gt;20 something years&lt;/strong&gt; ago…..and all because they are so selfish and ridiculous. It’s the saddest and most pathetic thing I have ever witnessed and PRAY that it isn’t genetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Your Pit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6612783886524478581?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6612783886524478581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6612783886524478581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6612783886524478581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6612783886524478581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-in-fam.html' title='All In The Fam'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6247293779396227081</id><published>2010-09-18T12:58:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:02:10.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Someone Unknown</title><content type='html'>Dear Someone Unknown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met you, you were so fun! You were happy go lucky, the coolest thing, I was sure, under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by and I got to know you, there seemed to be something I couldnt quite place. As you got closer my uneasiness grew, it got stronger and stronger, tho nothing I could do. So, I set my uneasiness completely aside, you seemed to be so sweet with nothing to hide....but still that "something" I just couldnt place, nagged and nagged at me, did you have another face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always so quick to include all around you, kindness and love seemed to emanate too...but that "something" still nagged at me, did you have another face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day that "something" became VERY clear. While watching your actions I noticed, I saw, that "something" that bugged me wasnt just a flaw. To my suspicion, and to &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; disgrace, that "something" indeed, was another hideous face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That "something" was something that made my uneasiness grow and grow right into distaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it once, I mentioned it twice, but no one would listen. So I stopped mentioning it, and silenced my distaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, the trouble all started. It escalated and grew til no one could deny it. Now they all saw that "something" I saw, that something I saw that came out from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen up, little Someone Unknown: Im not your pawn, not your victim, and certainly not a friend. I see what you are, I saw all along. Its sad, it hurts, it destroys everyone. But now, dear Someone Unknown, no one cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants you, no one’s interested, no one’s playing your games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that my statements seem contradicting.....if no one cared why write such letter? Well Ill tell you Someone Unknown, here it is very clear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont exist, you dont matter, youre a loser at best, I just thought Id finally say it and get it off my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kiss Your Pit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6247293779396227081?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6247293779396227081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6247293779396227081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6247293779396227081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6247293779396227081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-someone-unknown.html' title='Letter to Someone Unknown'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1621341283066451505</id><published>2010-09-10T16:31:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:17:07.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal and Your Local Sociopath</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At some point in our life, someone betrays us and wreaks havoc with our emotions leaving us limping emotionally and sometimes physically (a good trigger for a manic episode :-))&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;A lot of times, we meet and invite into our lives, a very devious character that we find is nothing but a trouble making wolf in what &lt;i&gt;looks &lt;/i&gt;like sheeps clothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;And sometimes, that devious wolf has characteristics of an even more devious and vicious rabid wolf. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After watching something on TV the other day about family members of devious characters in history….it got me interested (mostly for my own sick interest AND to arm myself) in characteristics of sociopaths, co-dependents and cult leaders…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Heres what I found.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;One in 25 people is a sociopath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;. To put that in closer to home terms….if you have 180 people on your Facebook, 7 of those people are sociopaths.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sociopath: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now mostly know as Antisocial Personality Disorder: irresponsible behavior, recklessness, impulsiveness, inability to tolerate boredom, feeling victimized, try to get their way without being considerate of others. They show spontaneous behaviour, which humiliates or harms other people. They lack any feeling for or understanding of norms, nor have they any feeling of guilt. They do not seem to be able to plan actions or to act with foresight. Deceitfulness, Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalizing having hurt, mistreated, or stolen from another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Simply put…SOMEONE WITH &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; CONSCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;The description of the Cult Leader personality traits hits a little close to home. Im currently seeing these devious characteristics in a person Im acquainted with:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cult Leader: Psychopath: Superficial Charm, Manipulative and Cunning, Grandiose Sense of Self, Lack of Remorse, Shame or Guilt, Shallow Emotions, Need for Stimulation, Callousness/Lack of Empathy, They may complain of being "burned out" due to the burden of "caring for" their “followers” and they &lt;i&gt;isolate others from their lives&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;And finally, the&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; Co-Dependent&lt;/span&gt;. Ah yes….they &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; they are doing good, but when it comes down to it they are devious characters disguised as someone that wants to help you but when its not reciprocated, they are mad as hornets! Again, this one almost hits right on doorstep of home, &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; with the same person working their way out of my life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Co-Dependent: Caretaking: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;think and fee&lt;/span&gt;l responsible for other people, &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;feel pity when other &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;people have a problem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;feel compelled to help that person solve the problem&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;feel angry when their help isn't effective, find themselves doing more than their fair share of the work, &lt;/span&gt;over commit themselves, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;the biggest tell of a co-dependent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they feel victimized, unappreciated, and &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Look at your life. Do you recognize anyone with these traits? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Are &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; someone with these traits?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If by chance you meet a sociopath/psychopath &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Don’t talk to them, don’t listen to them, don’t even acknowledge their presence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you have a co-dependent in your life (and almost all of us do), Id say run, but chances are youd just turn around and slam into another one behind you waiting to console you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 2in; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1621341283066451505?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1621341283066451505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1621341283066451505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/09/betrayal-and-your-local-sociopath.html' title='Betrayal and Your Local Sociopath'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6622581593615257712</id><published>2010-07-10T08:20:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:50:01.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats In A Name?</title><content type='html'>"What's in a name? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." -Juliet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in the construction industry I hear A LOT of things...but the one thing that always makes me giggle is nicknames for coworkers. It got me thinking about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;phenomenon&lt;/span&gt; of nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started noticing years ago that MOST men have a nickname or have given their buddies nicknames. Some men even nickname THEMSELVES...which I find fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a group of women, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see that as much. Women tend to stick to the generic "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sweety&lt;/span&gt;, Girl, Honey" nicknames...all being endearing and tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at men's nicknames for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eachother&lt;/span&gt; you see a huge range of names stemming from the generics like "Bro", "Dude", "Man" all the way &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; personal names like "Silent", "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Birdle&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bobo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every nickname a man has seems to have some kind of story behind it. "Silent" was brought about because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TADAAAA&lt;/span&gt;....the guy never talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492288465375366258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/TDiHQoasjHI/AAAAAAAAARM/nD9BF7ayYeg/s320/26names.gif" /&gt; In my family, we have I guess what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;youd&lt;/span&gt; call nicknames...."&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NeeNee&lt;/span&gt;" for Jeannie because my sister &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; say JEANNIE, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NaNa&lt;/span&gt;" for Hannah, my mom calls my bro "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marsee&lt;/span&gt;", I call one of my brothers "Bug", and our baby sister is Lydia...whom has a million nicknames such as "Angelina" which &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not exactly sure that ties in with Lydia's first or middle name, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WeeWa&lt;/span&gt;", "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lyd&lt;/span&gt;" and my personal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; "Lou"....derived from calling her Lydia Lou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each name is endearing and tender, given with a lot of love. When my nephew (Coleman) was a baby, instead of crawling, he rolled....I lovingly nicknamed him "Roley &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poley&lt;/span&gt; Coley". His sister (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MacKenzie&lt;/span&gt;) is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mackerdoodles&lt;/span&gt;, and Byron is BB. &lt;p&gt;For those of us that are dog owners, think about all the nicknames you call your dog. My dog is named BlueBelle....I dont think she knows that because I call her "Girlfriend" "Sugar Pie" "Love Bug" "Cues" "Boobee" and "Boobee Coobee"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After writing all this down, I have been made shockingly aware, that I am, perhaps, as goofy as men are with their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt; nicknaming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conventions&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lator&lt;/span&gt; Gators!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6622581593615257712?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6622581593615257712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6622581593615257712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6622581593615257712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6622581593615257712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-in-name.html' title='Whats In A Name?'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/TDiHQoasjHI/AAAAAAAAARM/nD9BF7ayYeg/s72-c/26names.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5549923735006012851</id><published>2010-05-30T12:20:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:00:44.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are some videos Im so glad I took! (you may want to turn the music off to hear him snore...this is sooo mild compared to what he usually did!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-badf741500c226ac" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbadf741500c226ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40E65AE500853E9BD6EAACE2CFFAF9E3B6AC578E.7E0A99196D8B20925EE3BF161334D3E9F2D03384%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbadf741500c226ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4aNKx_m68poKVghE17GtGyZeB0U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbadf741500c226ac%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40E65AE500853E9BD6EAACE2CFFAF9E3B6AC578E.7E0A99196D8B20925EE3BF161334D3E9F2D03384%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbadf741500c226ac%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4aNKx_m68poKVghE17GtGyZeB0U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b40b979fedd86f8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db40b979fedd86f8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3505590EE5298418844F556BFC1C8538D3F91861.68D82BA4CDE78C36D7B96B6C3140493C57C6330A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db40b979fedd86f8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUDb5YLqd2_5kmCLGK7t4vXrzNI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db40b979fedd86f8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330032669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3505590EE5298418844F556BFC1C8538D3F91861.68D82BA4CDE78C36D7B96B6C3140493C57C6330A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db40b979fedd86f8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUDb5YLqd2_5kmCLGK7t4vXrzNI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=48129039"&gt;Rock Doing What He Does BEST!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48129039,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=48129039,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twodogsma"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=49044146"&gt;Rock Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49044146,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49044146,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twodogsma"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-5549923735006012851?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5549923735006012851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5549923735006012851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5549923735006012851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5549923735006012851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/05/rocky-videos.html' title='Rocky Videos'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-7797957571212484963</id><published>2010-05-27T12:57:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:38:30.101-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Mourning for Our Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ock passed away last week, Monday May 17, 2010, after 15 years of loyal and loving companionship. BlueBelle and I are still struggling, I sometimes just start crying and she wont go outside without me to encourage her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We brought Rock home this past Tuesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cottonwood Animal Hosp got him back to me faster than I anticipated and bringing him home has helped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; find a little peace....Blue on the other hand, started to act a little weird when she sniffed him. I dont think shes ready for closure quite yet....that or she just likes me feeding her people food out of my guilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Id like to thank the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Cottonwood Animal Hospita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; for their &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;extreme kindness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The doctor even sent me a handwritten sympathy card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its sooo weird to not have him around and sometimes I swear I hear his clicky toes in the hallway....a sound that used to bug me like crazy but now I miss so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rocky Playing with his ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..his FAV thing to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DnyjFRNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tsmE24K8ObI/s1600/100_6179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DnyjFRNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tsmE24K8ObI/s320/100_6179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476029285280335058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Closeup of my Movie Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DUaR2WiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/75pLixlOnzk/s1600/Rock+Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DUaR2WiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/75pLixlOnzk/s320/Rock+Closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476028952348088866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DJ5gq9CI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PybXrWFUzk8/s1600/Rock+JE+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DJ5gq9CI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PybXrWFUzk8/s320/Rock+JE+Blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476028771753194530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trying to Take a Nap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7C2pQG5UI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HGabp7scN0E/s1600/rock+tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7C2pQG5UI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HGabp7scN0E/s320/rock+tongue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476028440971240770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rock's 2nd Fav thing to do was suntan on the back deck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7CiZKNW6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4Cm9QjRpkbA/s1600/rock+on+deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7CiZKNW6I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4Cm9QjRpkbA/s320/rock+on+deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476028093054147490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7FSi1VlSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pDbinTN6X9E/s1600/Blue+%26+Rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7FSi1VlSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/pDbinTN6X9E/s320/Blue+%26+Rock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476031119307937058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Our Beloved Rocky, Rest In Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7FfRC8RiI/AAAAAAAAARE/NmPnCkuf_20/s1600/Rocky+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7FfRC8RiI/AAAAAAAAARE/NmPnCkuf_20/s320/Rocky+Home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476031337871459874" 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/2629331845695787297-7797957571212484963?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/7797957571212484963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=7797957571212484963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7797957571212484963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7797957571212484963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2010/05/lot-of-mourning-for-our-rock.html' title='A Lot of Mourning for Our Rock'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/S_7DnyjFRNI/AAAAAAAAAQs/tsmE24K8ObI/s72-c/100_6179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-537137584907230131</id><published>2009-05-28T15:27:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:44:18.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took some pics of my some of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8CGobbjVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NNqezEKjf9E/s1600-h/100_5902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8CGobbjVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NNqezEKjf9E/s320/100_5902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989996039638354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Living Room Chandelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8EpGQ59tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MW9X6uS3g1o/s1600-h/100_5928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8EpGQ59tI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MW9X6uS3g1o/s320/100_5928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340992787187365586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Friend's Backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8Cp7KtNBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XFwbaEg8MXk/s1600-h/100_5907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8Cp7KtNBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/XFwbaEg8MXk/s320/100_5907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990602365187090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun Flirty Heels that make your feet look FABULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8CYvWuRAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OJoHx0QKLyI/s1600-h/100_5903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8CYvWuRAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OJoHx0QKLyI/s320/100_5903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340990307136586754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Backyard Swing under the Wisteria&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/2629331845695787297-537137584907230131?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/537137584907230131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=537137584907230131' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/537137584907230131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/537137584907230131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sh8CGobbjVI/AAAAAAAAAPc/NNqezEKjf9E/s72-c/100_5902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-4465477727476235023</id><published>2009-05-16T12:52:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:17:33.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I bought my home, it was over run by ivy, virginia creeper, and nasty ugly hedges. I dont know if Im happy to report or not but Ive seemed to have killed almost everything......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive been thinking about that and Im likening my yard to my life.....heres some pictures to show you what I mean.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336497805053043954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8Mes7WpPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ihGM5VDzGzE/s320/100_5915.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here we have My Life the last 6 years....dead, ugly, boring and lonely.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;These are the nasty hedges I killed last summer to be removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336498302275798386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8M7pOfxXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0px5Zi0yNc4/s320/100_5916.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Lemon Thyme I planted last year...its one variety...it hasnt gotten very big...but it came back this year to try again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336498986058434418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8Njcg-x3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/rNhCZyaaqLU/s320/100_5917.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the other Lemon Thyme that I planted last year....it was the same size as the one above but it really really likes its locaton and has thrived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336499846004392050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8OVgEEwHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-8Hf_Wr07Wo/s320/100_5918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here we have Vinca....I planted 4 small vincas the summer I bought the house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The first year I didnt get the little flowers....but the second year I did....and now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336500678397557330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8PF8-EelI/AAAAAAAAAPU/GSz-WmpwMVM/s320/100_5919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the rock bed that the Vinca have grown crazy in!  It tickles me pink every time I see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there you have it.....my yard kinda resembles my life.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things are starting blossom and look good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2629331845695787297-4465477727476235023?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/4465477727476235023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=4465477727476235023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4465477727476235023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4465477727476235023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow?'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/Sg8Mes7WpPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/ihGM5VDzGzE/s72-c/100_5915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-4226344151625778184</id><published>2009-05-14T11:09:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:58:22.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Wisteria Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year, my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wisteria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vine has come into bloom with HUGE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fragrant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blooms! Oddly enough, it started blooming with no leaves (which probably isnt odd at all I just dont remember year to year)....just branches of big huge purple blooms! Its fantastic! I leave my door open and my house fills with a very sweet scent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some pics.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729962343196578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SgxSIX7f56I/AAAAAAAAAOM/D5L0X2orccc/s320/100_5882.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beginning of the Very First Bloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335733160418938034" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SgxVChsLDLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2bILGZo-2V0/s320/100_5897.jpg" /&gt;Getting Blooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335734981811402194" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SgxWsi5-ddI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ScHr3vfSi5o/s320/100_5910.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vine filling in more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335738504943350882" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SgxZ5nmFtGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/NkQcJT6tGsc/s320/100_5905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-4226344151625778184?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/4226344151625778184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=4226344151625778184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4226344151625778184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4226344151625778184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-wisteria-corner.html' title='Welcome to Wisteria Corner'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SgxSIX7f56I/AAAAAAAAAOM/D5L0X2orccc/s72-c/100_5882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5509379031479541415</id><published>2009-04-27T14:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:10:54.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently I ran into the my very &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and my very First Heatbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was fun to sit and chat about how we met, my feelings at the time, his feelings at the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and how time goes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got to talk about where life took us as we grew up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most importantly, we got to clear the air and speak our minds.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something we have needed to do for &lt;strong&gt;15 years&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is softened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its funny how after 15 years, you can look back on something that seemed so hard at the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and actually fondly smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329481117005719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SfYe1tBHJuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/J8RF4Zsnww8/s400/marcus-stone-love-at-first-sight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love at First Sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Marcus Stone&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/2629331845695787297-5509379031479541415?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5509379031479541415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5509379031479541415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5509379031479541415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5509379031479541415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SfYe1tBHJuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/J8RF4Zsnww8/s72-c/marcus-stone-love-at-first-sight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-21303945366099285</id><published>2009-03-22T12:48:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:14:35.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Side Tracked Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im packing up the winter wardrobe and unpacking the spring. In doing so, I went into the attic to get the sweater tub. I had put a box on top of it and decided to look in the box. It was full of pictures....ones I had packed up 8 years ago and have run into once in awhile but always tried to avoid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I looked at those pictures really close this time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time I didnt get angry, or upset, or cry. This time I saw how handsome he was to me that day. Tall, proud and excited. I saw and remembered how he held onto me and stayed close to me. I remembered how everything felt and it made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed the box up and put it in the roof....unaccessible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316088510454854098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/ScaKVZwycdI/AAAAAAAAANs/RL20FEzSGP0/s400/Squirlls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-21303945366099285?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/21303945366099285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=21303945366099285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/21303945366099285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/21303945366099285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/03/side-tracked-spring-cleaning.html' title='Side Tracked Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/ScaKVZwycdI/AAAAAAAAANs/RL20FEzSGP0/s72-c/Squirlls.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-2551183072162970192</id><published>2009-03-13T23:48:00.042-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:25:43.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Smooch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im having a really hard time right now. I will no longer have my job in 2 1/2 weeks and its taking its toll. Depression is setting in, along with panic, stress, anger, disgust...you name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To distract the above issues, Ive been crusing for kisses! Im a big fan of romance so we are going to play a game that we're going to call Name That Smooch. Here are some pics....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See if you know what flick they are from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Answers are at the bottom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*MUAH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312917438028475858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtGQsaqbdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KP7bGhCymYw/s400/Audry+Hepburn+%26+George+Peppard+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312918107987012034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtG3sNOacI/AAAAAAAAAMU/RaTeLVLsdNY/s400/James+Stewart+%26+Donna+Reed+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312918748304244882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtHc9kwAJI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XOc_A4-uXiA/s400/sixteencandles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312919094780592722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtHxITJglI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-hr-uhk5iLM/s400/ladytramp3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312919483216161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtIHvVZ6zI/AAAAAAAAAMs/LsRNEOLFY64/s400/ghost6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312922718613444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtLEEIOlgI/AAAAAAAAANk/aSGGJzw-eig/s400/breakfastclub5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312919999994425778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtIl0e8cbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_EVIGlFUneM/s400/somelikeithot8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; #8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312920864451339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtJYI1iI6I/AAAAAAAAANE/aA-3ZLGTFPY/s400/Natalie+Wood+%26+James+Dean+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; #9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312921301425119746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtJxksM4gI/AAAAAAAAANM/O_Pwdpizarw/s400/romeojuliet94_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312921516984340930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtJ-HthkcI/AAAAAAAAANU/YJzBIfYvxhc/s400/titanic9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BONUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312921783736447666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtKNpcLsrI/AAAAAAAAANc/jNoPeA8Er_Y/s400/somekindofwonderful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1- Bfast @ Tiffanys (Audry &amp;amp; George), #2-Its a Wonderful Life (Donna &amp;amp; Jimmy), #3-Sixteen Candles (Molly &amp;amp; ?), #4-Lady &amp;amp; The Tramp (Lady &amp;amp; Tramp), #5-Ghost (Demi &amp;amp; Patrick), #6-Bfast Club (Molly &amp;amp; Judd), #7-Some Like It Hot (Marilyn &amp;amp; Tony),  #8-Rebel Without A Cause (Natalie &amp;amp; James), #9-Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet (Claire &amp;amp; Leonardo), #10-Titanic (Kate &amp;amp; Leonardo), BONUS: Some Kind of Wonderful (Mary Stuart &amp;amp; Eric)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-2551183072162970192?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/2551183072162970192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=2551183072162970192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2551183072162970192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2551183072162970192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-that-smooch.html' title='Name That Smooch!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SbtGQsaqbdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KP7bGhCymYw/s72-c/Audry+Hepburn+%26+George+Peppard+Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3200469983472972185</id><published>2009-02-27T21:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:52:17.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestest Friends and Truest Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found this on the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASPCA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and thought it was so sweet I HAD to share it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aspca.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.aspca.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307704979239548386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SajBjqQlNeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IyS9DIJVnWQ/s320/brock-and-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Brock and Angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Submitted by Lisa Presnail of Sebring, FL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Angel first came into the lives of the Presnail family, she was emaciated, abused and near death. Luckily her future best buddy, Brock, came to the rescue. Lisa took them both to a vet hospital, where “big boy Brock” donated blood for the suffering lass. Says Lisa, “Now Angel weighs 41 pounds, and is healthy, happy, and in love with her big brother Brock. She adores him; he saved her life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2629331845695787297-3200469983472972185?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3200469983472972185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3200469983472972185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3200469983472972185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3200469983472972185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/bestest-friends-and-truest-love.html' title='Bestest Friends and Truest Love'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SajBjqQlNeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IyS9DIJVnWQ/s72-c/brock-and-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-4052803133052203022</id><published>2009-02-21T19:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T19:52:53.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth and Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought we could have a little history lesson......We are going to study the relationship of &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elizabeth I&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary Queen of Scotts&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before Moray's rebellion &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; secretary and adviser had been David Rizzio, a court favorite and a Roman Catholic. The king was now persuaded that Rizzio was the obstacle to his designs upon the crown. Acting on this belief, he entered into a formal compact with Moray; Lord Patrick Ruthven; James Douglas, 4th Earl of Morton; and other leaders of the Protestant party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The result of this conspiracy was the murder of Rizzio in 1566. Early in 1567 the house in which Darnley lay sick was blown up by gunpowder, probably at the instigation of the Scottish nobleman James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell, who, since Moray's revolt and still more since Rizzio's murder, had been favored by the queen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darnley was discovered strangled close by the scene of the explosion.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; It was suspected that Mary herself was not wholly ignorant of the plot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Evidence substantiating this theory is reflected in incriminating letters and sonnets, allegedly written by Mary to Bothwell and found later that year in a silver casket. Bothwell was brought to a mock trial and acquitted; soon afterward he divorced his wife and married Mary in a Protestant ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This step at once turned the Scottish nobles against Mary. She was able to lead an army against them, and although it was equal in number to the confederate army, it was visibly inferior in discipline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On June 15, 1567, Mary's forces were defeated at Carberry Hill, and she was forced to abandon Bothwell and surrender herself to the confederate lords. On July 24, at Lochleven, she was prevailed upon to sign an act of abdication in favor of her son, who was crowned as James VI five days afterward at Stirling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escaping from her island-prison at Lochleven on May 2, 1568, she was able within a few days to assemble an army of 6000 men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On May 12 her army was defeated by the regent Moray at Langside, near Glasgow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Four days afterward, in spite of the entreaties of her best friends, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary crossed Solway Firth and sought refuge at the court of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Elizabeth I,&lt;/span&gt; queen of England, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;only to find herself a prisoner of Elizabeth for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="p6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of the ensuing intrigues to effect her deliverance and to place her on the throne of England, the most famous was that of Mary's page, Anthony Babington, who plotted to assassinate Elizabeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The conspiracy was discovered, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mary was brought to trial in October 1586. She was sentenced to death on October 25, but not until February 1, 1587, did&lt;strong&gt; Elizabeth sign the warrant of execution&lt;/strong&gt;, which was carried out a week later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becareful whom you trust, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be even more careful whom you conspire with,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if you value your head...NEVER piss off the queen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305448632585547074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SaC9a_9X7UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KEEVtdqp1s0/s320/an-unidentified-victim-of-the-guillotine.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/2629331845695787297-4052803133052203022?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/4052803133052203022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=4052803133052203022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4052803133052203022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4052803133052203022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/elizabeth-and-mary.html' title='Elizabeth and Mary'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SaC9a_9X7UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KEEVtdqp1s0/s72-c/an-unidentified-victim-of-the-guillotine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-7321830406606815606</id><published>2009-02-15T19:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:15:21.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With an Itch and a Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever seen a dog contort into "face stratching stance"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its the funniest thing in the whole world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I watched BlueBelle get into the stance and she got this sweet, content, happy almost smile on her face as she closed her eyes and enjoyed stratching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It immediately put a content happy smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303212511094314514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SZjLrmQvFhI/AAAAAAAAALs/wPm2ZucTWcc/s320/100_3471.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(this is the stance I was telling you about...however...NOT the face!)&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/2629331845695787297-7321830406606815606?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/7321830406606815606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=7321830406606815606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7321830406606815606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7321830406606815606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-itch-and-smile.html' title='With an Itch and a Smile'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SZjLrmQvFhI/AAAAAAAAALs/wPm2ZucTWcc/s72-c/100_3471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8789900016885423462</id><published>2009-02-13T20:49:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:23:54.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav-O-Rite Kisses! *MUAH!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valentine's Day is here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To celebrate, here are some of my favorite hollywood kisses! *MUAH!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-Q0B7S7Mv0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the Waterfront (Marlon Brando HUNKA HUNKA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MYaSEygOFbs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding (not a kiss but I love it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaVLbk_3UeU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Here to Eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1W6AGM-LxGY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never Been Kissed (my Fave Fave FAVORITE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jtyoJwptDzM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anne of Green Gables the Sequal (aaaahhh....FINALLY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKrM3XsRdTk&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302501471812224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SZZE_qhahaI/AAAAAAAAALk/Kmv1t3k4f1k/s320/100_5300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-8789900016885423462?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8789900016885423462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8789900016885423462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8789900016885423462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8789900016885423462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fav-o-rite-kisses-muah.html' title='My Fav-O-Rite Kisses! *MUAH!*'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SZZE_qhahaI/AAAAAAAAALk/Kmv1t3k4f1k/s72-c/100_5300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1336951790074874258</id><published>2009-02-10T17:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:03:35.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VD Count Down Continues!</title><content type='html'>Please enjoy this sweet clip from one of my favorite movies....Lady and the Tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCISixwMuQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCISixwMuQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1336951790074874258?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1336951790074874258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1336951790074874258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1336951790074874258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1336951790074874258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/vd-count-down-continues.html' title='VD Count Down Continues!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8976040758114715419</id><published>2009-02-08T21:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:43:06.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count Down to VD Begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lets start the countdown to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VD&lt;/span&gt; (Valentine's Day) with this FANTASTIC clip from "To Have and Have Not" starring Lauren Becall and Humphrey Bogart.  Some of the best lines ever written!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXrmHHTZ1yM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aXrmHHTZ1yM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-8976040758114715419?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8976040758114715419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8976040758114715419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8976040758114715419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8976040758114715419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-down-to-vd.html' title='The Count Down to VD Begins!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3436751711772766156</id><published>2009-02-07T09:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:06:50.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a dream that was so devestating, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you awoke crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300087316743037090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SY2xVWEFoKI/AAAAAAAAALc/mvLmcu0hSuk/s320/Weeping+Angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-3436751711772766156?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3436751711772766156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3436751711772766156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3436751711772766156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3436751711772766156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-ever-had-dream-that-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SY2xVWEFoKI/AAAAAAAAALc/mvLmcu0hSuk/s72-c/Weeping+Angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1632198388930242498</id><published>2009-02-02T23:25:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:11:42.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn the Addiction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did it....I signed up for Facebook....Yes folks...ME.....in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a stinkin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it was to sign up on Friday night and by Saturday afternoon have 30+ friends! It blew my mind!&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;Couple that with meeting the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cowboy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on that dating website, and Ive been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;Z&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But alas...all good things must end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cowboy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; starting to dig, didnt pan out..... and facebook is slowing down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298459027462390162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYfoabzbgZI/AAAAAAAAALM/r3YYMMWf32c/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remembered one of the reasons I dont chat on line....I get madly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addicted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the attention and when I dont get the attention I was previously getting, I start to get really depressed and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my self esteem crashes HARD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if you just coughed "needy" under your breath youre not wrong!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I dropped my membership to the dating site, and Im going to have to check out of Facebook world and into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rehab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; til I gain some control again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello, My Name Is Jeannie and Im an Attention Addict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298459436805785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYfoyQugBjI/AAAAAAAAALU/t5UDJ8uLzXc/s320/Shackled+Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1632198388930242498?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1632198388930242498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1632198388930242498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1632198388930242498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1632198388930242498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-addiction.html' title='Damn the Addiction!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYfoabzbgZI/AAAAAAAAALM/r3YYMMWf32c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1520220608040998859</id><published>2009-01-29T22:26:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:32:26.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its happened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My job is &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; the end of March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296954230617226994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYKPzutxPvI/AAAAAAAAALE/T5lnTshTsI8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1520220608040998859?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1520220608040998859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1520220608040998859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1520220608040998859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1520220608040998859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-work.html' title='Out of Work'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYKPzutxPvI/AAAAAAAAALE/T5lnTshTsI8/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-566424218851291558</id><published>2009-01-28T11:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:59:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiner and Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh what a F-U-N night we had last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Put the dogs out at 10pm and then again right before going to bed...around midnight. About &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt; Rock started pacing and whining, pacing and whining. I figured he was hurting since the weather is changing again. So I just let him pace. Then it stopped and I heard him do his lay down grunt from afar....he was camped out at the back door. He wanted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So about 445am I got up and let him out.  I was so mad and exhausted, I left both of them out til a little after 6am. During most of that time it was quiet &lt;em&gt;and then&lt;/em&gt; Rock started &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;barking&lt;/span&gt;, whining and wimpering! &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 went to let them in. As usual, Rock was standing at the door whining and Blue.....Blue had found a spot on the patio and had settled down. &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;That is the case any time this scenerio happens. Ill leave them out for a little bit, Rock barks and whines while Blue....Survives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live with an uber diva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYCprq0SHWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ofv8BI4gaGc/s1600-h/100_5417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296419729480752482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYCprq0SHWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ofv8BI4gaGc/s320/100_5417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND an independent slightly insecure survivor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYCp-voHePI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y1EXe4GCzkU/s1600-h/100_5226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296420057189415154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYCp-voHePI/AAAAAAAAAK8/y1EXe4GCzkU/s320/100_5226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have YOU Kissed Your Pit Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*MUAH!*&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/2629331845695787297-566424218851291558?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/566424218851291558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=566424218851291558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/566424218851291558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/566424218851291558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/whiner-and-survivor.html' title='Whiner and Survivor'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SYCprq0SHWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ofv8BI4gaGc/s72-c/100_5417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1817002300144269160</id><published>2009-01-25T13:56:00.027-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:06:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Habits are Dying Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a week ago, a friend at work sat me down and told me that he was starting to get worried that I was becoming a "shut in".....and he wasnt delicate! He said that my decision to not date or get involved with anyone was very concerning and he thinks unhealthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Needless to say, he didnt listen to me when I told him that Im just not there right now and Im perfectly happy, because he went on and on about how anti social behaviour is very damaging.....thank you MECHANICAL ENGINEER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My point is this, hes right....to a degree. And Im right....to a degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am NOT ready to be social with anyone....not friends, not family, not men, not women, NO ONE. Im just not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT.....he did talk me into.....signing up on an on-line dating site. I know what your thinking....NUTSO! But dont worry.....I cant wrap my mind around ever getting involved with someone again so its hard to take it seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I digress......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ive met one man. ONE. And hes 13 years older than me and lives out of town (still in UT tho).....and we all know how the out of town thing works out (it doesnt!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Back in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pre-medicated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days (or the FUN days as Im now referring to them) I wouldnt hesitate heading out of town on a whim. It wouldnt have phased me that its late or raining or that its possibly snowing or my car is ill-equipted for all that. &lt;strong&gt;I would have just left&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This weekend.....It hit. Oh boy did the &lt;strong&gt;whim&lt;/strong&gt; hit!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; and I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; BAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all those things I just mentioned, occurred to me, and the magnet that was drawing me out the door, was loosing its pull and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it almost physically hurt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes the medication that keeps me "grounded", SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pardon that poor descriptive and gross word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I wasnt so afraid of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loosing everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ive suffered so bad to get back, and afraid of winding up living on the street or, even more likely, DEAD, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the meds would be down the toilet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like Im trapped in Edvard Munch's THE SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295458037002411362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SX0_BzKEHWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xKGgYKZX4Rc/s320/edvard-munch-the-scream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1817002300144269160?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1817002300144269160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1817002300144269160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1817002300144269160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1817002300144269160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-habits-are-dying-hard.html' title='Old Habits are Dying Hard'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SX0_BzKEHWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xKGgYKZX4Rc/s72-c/edvard-munch-the-scream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6652862505556353427</id><published>2009-01-24T17:54:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:30:50.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby You Can Drive My Car! Vroooom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I was just out and about and spotted a car I had put on my "Cars I Might Be Interested In When Im Done Paying for My Last Marriage" list. It was a Dodge Magnum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295031911329195426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXu7eBUiZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FR4bnEv6XzI/s320/dodge+magnum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since I have had absolutely NO interest in getting into debt ever again my in my life, the thought of buying a new car has not been as appealing to me as it once was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But recently Ive had a few little troubles with the mobile so the thought has crossed my mind that maybe I should consider considering the purchase of a new car. UG-O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So anyway....back the Magnum.....I was driving down the street and spotted this pretty little red Magnum. So I pulled into the dealer lot, confidently got out of my car and went in to get a salesman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I told him I just wanted to see the INSIDE of the Magnum because it was on my list of "Cars I Might Be Interested In When Im Done Paying for My Last Marriage" and I wouldnt be purchasing anything until after I was indeed done paying for my last marraige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats when it happened.....he started to treat me like A GIRL! Started rattling off about mirrors and cup holders, and then said "And it will be really expensive insurance because its more of a collectors car than an every day car." And thats when I lost it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Just open the FREAKING car!" I belted. Not very lady like or professional but it proved effective!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He immediately unlocked the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Much to my dismay, the Magnum is now OFF my "Cars I Might Be Interested In When Im Done Paying For My Last Marraige" list. The magnum is NOT a station wagon......it is more of a long sports car with an open trunk.....definately not a good doggy transporter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So once again, the FJ Cruiser seems to be the only car left on my "Cars I Might Be Interested In When Im Done Paying for My Last Marriage" list. Beep Beep! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295033498497992722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXu86Z_ESBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0FoRHtrJ9Zc/s320/2008_fj_cruiser_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6652862505556353427?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6652862505556353427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6652862505556353427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6652862505556353427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6652862505556353427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i-was-just-out-and-about-and.html' title='Baby You Can Drive My Car! Vroooom!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXu7eBUiZaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/FR4bnEv6XzI/s72-c/dodge+magnum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5876485959904117091</id><published>2009-01-21T23:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:54:53.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since Valentine's Day (or as I like to refer to it...VD) is approaching....Ive had romance and love on the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought these sweet little vids would help get us all in the mood for.....VD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EHebyjn_NA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KXtCfsOTnQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjO_kKQRdkU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0xn2PkQopg&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-5876485959904117091?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5876485959904117091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5876485959904117091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5876485959904117091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5876485959904117091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhromance.html' title='Ahhh...Romance'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-9016818054653820027</id><published>2009-01-19T00:36:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:52:37.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kiss is NOT Just a Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rocky and BlueBelle have been together for four years now. It was a bumpy start to say the least but as time has gone on, they have become best friends.....HOWEVER........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They never really interract with eachother (other than the occassional chasing) and never once has BlueBelle ever returned the "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt;" Rocky has given her. Now I know its not really affection when a dog licks another dogs ears or face but it looks like it is and I like to think of it like it is. Rock loves to go to town on Blue's ears and there are times when she walks over to him and stands there almost demanding it. He'll lick her till shes completely soggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But never once in the four years they have been together has she EVER given and returned the ear kisses....or any kisses of any sorts.....til yesterday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh YEAH! FINALLY!!!! Rock was on the sofa with me when BlueBelle got up, walked over and very quickly &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HIS FACE! It was only one small &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KISS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and done very quickly, but she did it! AND THEN.....She did it again! I got so excited I started to scream which only excited them. But it was worth a celebration of doggy treats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally after four years, they will lay next to eachother actually touching and FINALLY after four years, BlueBelle showed some "affection" to Big Rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was able to snap this pic before the elusive camera hating BlueBelle jumped down and disappeared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXQvivF6FTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/50cnt6LqyrQ/s1600-h/100_5427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292907735870477618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXQvivF6FTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/50cnt6LqyrQ/s320/100_5427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-9016818054653820027?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/9016818054653820027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=9016818054653820027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9016818054653820027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9016818054653820027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiss-is-just-kiss.html' title='A Kiss is NOT Just a Kiss'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXQvivF6FTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/50cnt6LqyrQ/s72-c/100_5427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6930428724638073260</id><published>2009-01-16T17:32:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:46:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink is My Fav-O-RITE Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="mediumFlashEmbedded" name="undefined" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://foxnews1.a.mms.mavenapps.net/mms/rt/1/site/foxnews1-foxnews-pub01-live/current/videolandingpage/fncLargePlayer/client/embedded/embedded.swf" width="305" height="275" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="playerId=videolandingpage&amp;amp;playerTemplateId=fncLargePlayer&amp;amp;categoryTitle=Search&amp;amp;referralObject=3447266&amp;amp;referralPlaylistId=search" wmode="false" scriptaccess="always" salign="LT" menu="false" scale="noscale" play="false" quality="high" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is whom society thinks is cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good Grief! Listen this idiot speak!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think they should dye the hair on his HEAD &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on his CROTCH &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;for his entire sentence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even dye his eyebrows &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, after leaves AZ like he says hes going to, if he &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;commits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a crime, they should send him back to Sheriff Arpaio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heres the story as seen on Yahoo!....but you HAVE to hear this guy talk....what an&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; IDIOT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMX Adopts Pink Prison Wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;Posted 30 minutes ago by Billy Johnson, Jr. in &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AkXFPBTgtMvGdRlbRcYwzrnKwSUv/SIG=11pceiv0v/**http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/hiphopmediatraining"&gt;Hip-Hop Media Training&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaio has come up with the cure for DMX's addiction to jail. The hip-hop star and repeat offender, like all of Arpaio's other inmates in the Maricopa county jail, must wear pink t-shirts, underwear and socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlie wardrobe colors caught DMX by surprise. "This is ridiculous, this is disrespectful," DMX said with a sarcastic laugh during an &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=Atci6mJBiseMIGbENV93f43KwSUv/SIG=15totpanj/**http://www.myfoxphoenix.com/myfox/pages/Home/Detail;jsessionid=343558F606A85807DDA8E61F07109025?contentId=8244956&amp;amp;version=5&amp;amp;locale=EN-US&amp;amp;layoutCode=VSTY&amp;amp;pageId=1.1.1&amp;amp;sflg=1" target="_blank"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with My Fox Phoenix. "Why the pink?"&lt;br /&gt;Arpaio told Fox &amp;amp; Friends he has had the pink policy in place for 10 years with success. He said the inmates were stealing the white underwear so he dyed them pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Arpaio, DMX is serving time for charges of animal cruelty, drugs and fraud. Arpaio did not express any sympathy for the hardcore rapper, adding, that jail was not supposed to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMX misses the good ole days. "This is not where I want to be man," DMX said. "It used to be, I'll go there, I'll be the life of the party, and ... it's nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiring male prisoners to wear pink undergarments is emasculating, but listening to DMX talk about going to jail as if it is a hangout spot is not fine either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AlHQwKIsfAGf_fl6T3ThY1TKwSUv/SIG=13noer50n/**http://a323.yahoofs.com/ymg/hiphopmediatraining__1/hiphopmediatraining-769411193-1232139633.jpg?ymxlopADqBzTznFf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe Cam'ron can give X a pep talk. Cam'ron and other Harlem MCs have always been fine with the springtime pastel color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6930428724638073260?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6930428724638073260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6930428724638073260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6930428724638073260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6930428724638073260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/pink-is-my-fav-o-rite-color.html' title='Pink is My Fav-O-RITE Color'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-9106962153555211193</id><published>2009-01-15T21:18:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:45:40.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated and Deflated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you ever feel completely defeated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Like no matter what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;No matter what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;No matter how hard you struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Youre always......just......defeated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXAQEo48uCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sNGDCnELtDM/s1600-h/JBBB.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291747234042132514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXAQEo48uCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sNGDCnELtDM/s320/JBBB.bmp" 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/2629331845695787297-9106962153555211193?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/9106962153555211193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=9106962153555211193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9106962153555211193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9106962153555211193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/defeated-and-deflated.html' title='Defeated and Deflated'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SXAQEo48uCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/sNGDCnELtDM/s72-c/JBBB.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5662437874373080501</id><published>2009-01-12T16:16:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:49:50.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elvis Elvis Elvis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since this was the birth month of the King, I thought Id post my fav Elvis Movie Songs!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! (*Insert lip quivver here!*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva Las Vegas - The Lady Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kHx2wD6LNts&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow That Dream - Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArAZLcJDTso&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GI Blues - Big Boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/44yH1nqGiLA&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun In Acapulco - Bosa Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-yZifpgCR0&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock-A-Hula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRU8pEuujyo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRU8pEuujyo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-5662437874373080501?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5662437874373080501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5662437874373080501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5662437874373080501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5662437874373080501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/elvis-elvis-elvis.html' title='Elvis Elvis Elvis'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-473155698104588759</id><published>2009-01-09T16:50:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:14:21.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle Bunnies...er...Snuggle PUPPIES!!!!</title><content type='html'>GOOD NEWS! GOOD NEWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FANTASTIC &lt;/span&gt;news!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This update is is from the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; website &lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org/"&gt;http://www.bestfriends.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;From dog fighting to dog &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;snuggling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;January 5, 2009 : 8:54 AM ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SWfm-8CkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N7M6feWVKTs/s1600-h/SI_Dan-and-Red9786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289450256313101714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SWfm-8CkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N7M6feWVKTs/s320/SI_Dan-and-Red9786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quick, it’s time to buy some presents! Not the holiday variety, though. We’re talking about can openers, sofas, curtains, and silverware. It’s a house-warming party for two of the Vicktory dogs!&lt;br /&gt;Before you get too excited, they haven’t been adopted yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for Little Red and Handsome Dan, it’s a big step in that direction. These two snuggle monsters are now living in the same play area. It’s a far cry from dog fighting! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These two pups&lt;/span&gt;, rescued from the property of former NFL quarterback Michael Vick, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are now snuggling it up together&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When they first arrived at the sanctuary, the Vicktory dogs had a long road ahead of them in so many different ways. One of the biggest was confidence. Some of the Vicktory dogs were so totally afraid of everything around them that they commando-crawled everywhere they went, just to stay closer to the ground and out of the way. Each one lived alone in a private play area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It’s incredible how far they’ve come. They conquered loose-leash walking, socialization, basic training, and learning how to play. Oscar has even become a Canine Good Citizen! No question, the Vicktory dogs &lt;em&gt;are not&lt;/em&gt; the same dogs who rolled off the truck, afraid of their own shadows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Red and Handsome Dan are at the point where they can live together as play pals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Some space opened up in another part of the sanctuary, and the caregivers and managers thought this was a good chance to give them a new experience. So two of the Vicktory dogs, all of whom many people thought would never get along with other dogs, are now happy and well-adjusted roommates. These two dogs who have had such a rough life can now zip and race around in their very own play area as only best buds can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Surely that’s worth a celebratory chew toy or two! Congrats, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Story by David DicksonPhoto by Molly Wald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learn more about these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing dogs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org/vickdogs/" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vicktory Dogs page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.bestfriends.org/donate/detail.cfm?sponsor=13620&amp;amp;source" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.bestfriends.org/donate/detail.cfm?sponsor=13632&amp;amp;source" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Handsome Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; can also be sponsored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kissed&lt;/strong&gt; Your Pit Today?  *MUAH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-473155698104588759?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/473155698104588759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=473155698104588759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/473155698104588759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/473155698104588759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/snuggle-bunniesersnuggle-puppies.html' title='Snuggle Bunnies...er...Snuggle PUPPIES!!!!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SWfm-8CkLZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N7M6feWVKTs/s72-c/SI_Dan-and-Red9786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8936365202731656289</id><published>2009-01-04T14:15:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:26:13.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinup Girls Pose for Pit Bulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was recently cruising around the Discovery Channel website and came across this story. What a noble cause I think! And the $$$ they earned and donated to "bully breed" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;education&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;rescue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;just from the sales of a &lt;em&gt;CALENDAR&lt;/em&gt;!!!! AMAZING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; Kissed Your Pit Today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*MUAH!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvxjZLkqYVQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-8936365202731656289?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8936365202731656289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8936365202731656289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8936365202731656289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8936365202731656289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinup-girls-pose-for-pit-bulls.html' title='Pinup Girls Pose for Pit Bulls'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6977902376058462946</id><published>2009-01-03T00:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:13:45.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Commerical So Far</title><content type='html'>So its 2009...Im collecting my fav commercials starting with this one.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so hard it got the dogs excited and they jumped on me....THATS a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhomaIqoiL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhomaIqoiL0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6977902376058462946?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6977902376058462946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6977902376058462946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6977902376058462946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6977902376058462946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/funniest-commerical-so-far.html' title='Funniest Commerical So Far'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6554968362442734506</id><published>2009-01-02T20:42:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:22:16.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got a new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time, my lil sister asked for a vacuum for Christmas....We thought she was nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But after growing up and having to clean MY OWN house, especially with two very VERY hairy children lounging all over the floors, I see why she would get so excited over a new vacuum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my new toy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV7fmYDeZrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2Fvs6qcDNw/s1600-h/100_5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286908862964590258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV7fmYDeZrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2Fvs6qcDNw/s200/100_5314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the Bissell Pet Eraser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just finished taking it for a spin and holy wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only did it suck dirt up from the crawl space thru the living room floor &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the dog hair, its an awesome WORKOUT! This bad boy is self propelled and crazy heavy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOOOOOOOOVE IT!&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/2629331845695787297-6554968362442734506?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6554968362442734506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6554968362442734506' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6554968362442734506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6554968362442734506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV7fmYDeZrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/r2Fvs6qcDNw/s72-c/100_5314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3606693571696280583</id><published>2008-12-31T23:02:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:39:03.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet...My Clan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxc0vYZlsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_si7XPnXy2M/s1600-h/100_5300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286202123767879362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxc0vYZlsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_si7XPnXy2M/s200/100_5300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Parental Supervisors....WAIT A SECOND! Whos supervising the supervisors?????!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286202987403198322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxdnArGv3I/AAAAAAAAAIM/EOMjVdtjIb8/s200/100_5309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Engaged Sister, Her Man and two of the 4 kids &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(hmmmmm.....apparently I forgot to tell them to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286203675383608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxePDmatLI/AAAAAAAAAIU/AtsELmeAf1U/s200/100_5305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The New Parent Brother, his wife &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and new mama)&lt;/span&gt; and the new baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(They make it look &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont they!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286204591580862706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxfEYs3WPI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O7Rzup6r010/s200/100_5292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Rockin Little Brother and his soulmate (who has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; crab cracking skills!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286205376544785346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxfyE62Q8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/_Lyz1wO8zsY/s200/100_5302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Newly Wed Little Sister and her new hubby luv muffin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(she cant keep her &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt; off him!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-3606693571696280583?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3606693571696280583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3606693571696280583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3606693571696280583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3606693571696280583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/meetmy-clan.html' title='Meet...My Clan'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVxc0vYZlsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_si7XPnXy2M/s72-c/100_5300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-2520945167865185359</id><published>2008-12-27T10:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:20:46.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Was SNOW</title><content type='html'>Its day...well Im not sure what day this is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow hasnt let up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear snow insanity is starting to snow in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to extreme snow boredom I rumaged thru the attic looking at pretty much nothing when I came across an ice pick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking it might be the perfect snow tool to dig myself out this snow cave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once out, what do I do? Where do I go and how would I get there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen my snow car in days.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid the Abominable Snow Man has taken it for a snow ride.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running out of snow...I mean food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself eating a lot of snow cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is snow raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking I might move to another state where the snow lets up once in awhile....like Alaska....I hear they have a lot of snow single men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-2520945167865185359?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/2520945167865185359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=2520945167865185359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2520945167865185359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2520945167865185359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightfulthats.html' title='And Then There Was SNOW'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-78963455406124730</id><published>2008-12-26T13:08:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:53:56.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it....ENOUGH ALREADY!</title><content type='html'>It snowed....AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night around 11pm I shoveled and by the time I got done (around 1130ish) and walked back around the house to the front door....it needed it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVVemTxVacI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fFrTjZxYIGg/s1600-h/100_5227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284233750024382914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVVemTxVacI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fFrTjZxYIGg/s200/100_5227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVU62FomdQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IiPyWwcpVog/s1600-h/100_5231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284194438688961794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVU62FomdQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/IiPyWwcpVog/s200/100_5231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This morning I got up about 5am and went out to shovel again. Im glad I shoveled the first time! I also had to dig my driveway out from the snow plows that had piled it up in front. Cant complain tho, at least they plowed this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it against the law to shovel snow back into the road? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heres a Rockin video for ya....its one of my most favorite things to watch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=49044146"&gt;Rock Run&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49044146,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=49044146,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-78963455406124730?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/78963455406124730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=78963455406124730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/78963455406124730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/78963455406124730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-itenough.html' title='Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it....ENOUGH ALREADY!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SVVemTxVacI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fFrTjZxYIGg/s72-c/100_5227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6036910015038673651</id><published>2008-12-20T21:27:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:43:53.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fav All Time Holiday Flick Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my all time favorite &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; flick moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not only does it make me laugh so hard I sNort, its also very sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9re6CQZGFw&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6036910015038673651?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6036910015038673651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6036910015038673651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6036910015038673651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6036910015038673651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fav-all-time-holiday-flick-moment.html' title='My Fav All Time Holiday Flick Moment'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1942721505591086615</id><published>2008-12-20T15:30:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:45:16.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia on My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As most of you know, I am an advocate for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breed education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, anti breed legislation, animal rescue and animal rehibilitation....especially when it comes to the beautiful, loyal, wonderful "bully" breeds...aka...Pit Bulls, American Staffordshires (like my Big Rock), and Staffordshire Terriers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This past week, Ellen Degeneres featured the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Friends Animal Sanctuary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the rescued pit bulls they recently rescued this year and are now caring for. She did a FANTASTIC job with the story and public &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breed education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....mentioning how the "Bully" breeds are exploited for disgusting and immoral gain. The video is 8 minutes long but its a worth while 8 minutes....especially when they bring Georgia (one of the rescued dogs) out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-dAeQfUgPtI&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1942721505591086615?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1942721505591086615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1942721505591086615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1942721505591086615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1942721505591086615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/georgia-meets-ellen.html' title='Georgia on My Mind'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3879020807638242838</id><published>2008-12-07T15:09:00.026-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:35:44.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mine (kinda) To Yours</title><content type='html'>For the last few years, Ive wanted a family pic...me, Rock and Blue....and for the past few years I havent gotten it. Hannah tried once to come do some pics but that didnt work cuz the dogs got all worked up and wanted to show off....it just didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I thought Id do them myself.......so from my family to yours....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277174424823064786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxKLgFa6NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fu2DW_BlS9A/s200/100_4970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277174775069403202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxKf42p6EI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cmMJ6jrOzww/s200/100_4972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277175067802668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxKw7XtDfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/hxU7LV-ko1M/s200/100_4973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277175391248603266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxLDwTOWII/AAAAAAAAAHE/wr8MYs0Lyyk/s200/100_4969.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277176701862253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxMQCt3lLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EKW7_HJqJSc/s200/100_4976.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277177993725674994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxNbPSHBfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_ixfZz3CEkk/s200/100_4983.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Im available to capture your very special moments too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-3879020807638242838?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3879020807638242838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3879020807638242838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3879020807638242838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3879020807638242838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-mine-kinda-to-yours.html' title='From Mine (kinda) To Yours'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STxKLgFa6NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fu2DW_BlS9A/s72-c/100_4970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8571487568583328551</id><published>2008-12-04T22:53:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:35:10.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding Hearts &amp; New Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im not sure if it’s the extreme exhaustion or the weather, or meds not masking emotions, or what the cause, but I am &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;….or at least I think that’s what Im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend had her &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; this past week and I went to visit her and her husband in the hospital. We have been friends for a few years and shes been thru a lot with me. A much needed crutch when ive needed it, a much needed cheerleader, a much needed ego booster, a much needed….friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276185822721182434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STjHDSQ_iuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uR2G0fW4JdA/s200/anne-geddes-jake-in-red-rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But as I sat at watched the family interacted with the new &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; and watched the way her husband doted on her and loved on the new &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, a change that I had seen a couple years back was finally so visible and so undeniable…..and so solidified…..and....my heart hurt. Perhaps Im not sad, perhaps Im mourning that change….finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Her life has achieved perfection….a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOving&lt;/span&gt;, caring, hard working husband that she adores and he returns the adoration, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt; that are sweet and super kissable (if you can catch them!!!!)…..the things I have always considered success….and the only things that have been completely unattainable to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I sat and watched in adoration, envy, hurt, sadness, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jOy&lt;/span&gt;, and excitement, as my friend’s life took one more step towards a &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; goal. I could see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOve&lt;/span&gt; radiate from her and all around her. Even in her extreme exhaustion….there was so much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lOve&lt;/span&gt;…..a thing I dream about and am sooooo thankful she has and that she has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276182438195909490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STjD-R7SU3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/jeORdlFKXyY/s200/spring-flowers-dutchmans-breeches-bleeding-hearts-late-april.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-8571487568583328551?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8571487568583328551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8571487568583328551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8571487568583328551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8571487568583328551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/12/bleeding-hearts.html' title='Bleeding Hearts &amp; New Babies'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/STjHDSQ_iuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uR2G0fW4JdA/s72-c/anne-geddes-jake-in-red-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-2208939889364325339</id><published>2008-11-26T22:16:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:01:43.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Dancing Moments</title><content type='html'>Why do we love Juliann soooo much??? hmmm.....Cuz she can MOVE IT MOVE IT! grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i25nF5luJhY&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a big ole football player....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xckT8laDZaU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we love Juliann's Bro....cuz Hes the one that we want!!! oo oo oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pfcy9moOCvw&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laila can box but BOY OH BOY can she DANCE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a1dnpv4utJk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-2208939889364325339?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/2208939889364325339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=2208939889364325339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2208939889364325339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2208939889364325339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favorite-dancing-moments.html' title='My Favorite Dancing Moments'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3650058107341376996</id><published>2008-11-24T16:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:53:59.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating is Like.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since my recent med change, Ive had a real mellow vibe going on. I feel very peaceful and very insightful....able to see things a little deeper. Last night I was laying in bed and I got a thought......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dating over 30 is like having your head in the toilet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;youre constantly trying to avoid the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;doodoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hows THAT for clarity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272376078516845346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SSs-G_JDeyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JkLR5xqe_Kk/s200/3841toiletviola.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/2629331845695787297-3650058107341376996?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3650058107341376996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3650058107341376996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3650058107341376996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3650058107341376996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/dating-is-like.html' title='Dating is Like.....'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SSs-G_JDeyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JkLR5xqe_Kk/s72-c/3841toiletviola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8829357831780246108</id><published>2008-11-10T18:50:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:28:16.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Faces Old Books</title><content type='html'>I have recently found myself immersed in a nasty new hobby....blog stalking....or to be more percise...FaceBook stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nasty stupid little website that is. Im sure Im not alone in this thought "I wonder what happened to so and so from HS". This FaceBook website allows you to &lt;em&gt;somewhat &lt;/em&gt;find out. I havent figured the site out all the way, my sister tells she can see profiles, but when I try to see them I dont. But it gives just enough information that I feel like Im back in High School.....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqZRRDhyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t1sCXZ4cpbc/s1600-h/J3391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267991540248315682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqZRRDhyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t1sCXZ4cpbc/s200/J3391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senior Pic 1993&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whats more interesting is, nothing has changed. Ive been out of HS for almost 15 years now and yet, its still the same people in the same groups....NOTHING has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School wasnt that special for me. It was a form of daily torture, required by law. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I didnt attend graduation&lt;/span&gt;...thats how detatched I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has changed, the party people still seem to be partying, the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; girls are still being &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;, and the geeks are programmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqm1Rbw1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gVybekiL2n0/s1600-h/J2390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267991773251879762" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqm1Rbw1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/gVybekiL2n0/s200/J2390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After a Squawk-a-Pella Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up a bunch of people from my childhood too and was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SHOCKED&lt;/span&gt; at the changes....mostly because in my head they are still the cute little boys from 6th grade....and thats where I prefer them to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel almost traumatized....like Im being teased, judged and ignored all over again...&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; I didnt even make contact with anyone of them. Strange the effect it has had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqgyngBhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ymKv3x7yLFM/s1600-h/J1389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267991669459912210" style="WIDTH: 71px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqgyngBhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ymKv3x7yLFM/s200/J1389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B4 Senior Dinner Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Cropped NOT to protect dates identity but to protect MINE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For such an akward time in our lives, why do some want to hold on to it so closely?&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/2629331845695787297-8829357831780246108?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8829357831780246108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8829357831780246108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8829357831780246108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8829357831780246108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-faces-old-books.html' title='Old Faces Old Books'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRuqZRRDhyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/t1sCXZ4cpbc/s72-c/J3391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1824913705819352615</id><published>2008-11-09T00:11:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:32:05.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance is in the Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Since VD (Valentine's Day) is approaching....Ive had romance and love the brain. I thought these would be a good start to celebrating.....VD. Here are some of my very favorite Romance scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EHebyjn_NA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_KXtCfsOTnQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fA13hWYuOxs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DjO_kKQRdkU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0xn2PkQopg&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1824913705819352615?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1824913705819352615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1824913705819352615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1824913705819352615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1824913705819352615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/romance.html' title='Romance is in the Air'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-8784508273940998216</id><published>2008-11-05T21:24:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:02:45.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Flakes Keep Falling on My Head</title><content type='html'>So.....It &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SNOWED&lt;/span&gt; last night....not just a little but A-LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like waaaaay a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt aware of this, so this morning I spent a few very precious minutes (I woke up late) trying to convince the Rock that he was indeed going to go outside. Hes from Southern Cal and after four years, he still hates the snow...HATES &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HATES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATES&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265400811121709778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ2I_L2ktI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TZQbPHDyKno/s200/100_4543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is usually how it starts....."Rock get up. Time to go potty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rock come on. Get up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ROCK! Please! Get up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he gets up and gets to the door to discover.....ITS COLD MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we go to......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Daddy go out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a little nudge and "Daddy COME ON! GO OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by "ROCK! I MEAN IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally "ROCK OUT!" with a light shove out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue on the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; hand runs to the door and doesnt even hit the deck as she flies out the door. She &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it! She bounds thru the yard scooping it in her mouth with each leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama likes it because the barks dont echo and no one can see that I didnt rake the leaves!!!! YESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ3pBjklZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JD1KGcMi4ts/s1600-h/100_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265402461025506706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ3pBjklZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JD1KGcMi4ts/s200/100_4559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What Leaves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ3pBjklZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/JD1KGcMi4ts/s1600-h/100_4559.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-8784508273940998216?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/8784508273940998216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=8784508273940998216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8784508273940998216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/8784508273940998216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow-flakes-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Snow Flakes Keep Falling on My Head'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ2I_L2ktI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TZQbPHDyKno/s72-c/100_4543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5721331958511733575</id><published>2008-11-02T00:12:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:41:41.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Month is SUCH a Special One!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;November is typically a busy month all around....I scurry around trying to get as much done as possible before it gets deathly cold. I get my oil changed and make sure everythings working right on my car, I up my insurance so if I accidently slide into someone on the road I am covered and dont loose my house. I mentally make prep for big dinners and having to see family and listen to eachothers versions of the horror story we call childhood. And I become a serial rakist.....7 trees.....its a lot of raking....A LOT.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399476477363442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ07TP2BPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kQQ1iNpM78A/s200/100_4558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the most important thing that happens in my life in November, is the "Birth Day" of Rock and Blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 2003, I came home for a short visit and was shocked out of my ever loving mind at the sight I beheld....A DOG!......a dog IN my parents house!!!!!!!! A little tiny puppy with HUGE floppy ears that didnt fit her tiny body! AND....she was in looooooove in my dad. She was following him around like a little lost puppy and it was A-DORABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263947043376668914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQ1L8kTvIPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ugJjDvDq0s8/s200/BlueBell.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;About 1 Year Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Blue. My bro was in college at had decided that the best decision he could make in life while in college is to get a puppy. He brought her to the folks place after realizing....DUH! My mother didnt like Blue's name as just Blue so she called her BlueBelle to feminize it a bit. It stuck. I instantly adored this puppy....being a recent inherited dogsma. It was a good thing too, because the minute I saw her I knew shed be going home with me. I took her home in November.....its not her real "Birthday", but thats the when she came to me. Weve been thru a lot of junk together and love and adore echother desperately! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUEBELLE!!!!! *MUAH!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, I lost my beloved AnnaLiese and was devestated......Little BlueBelle was equally devestated and lonesome. I immediately got on line and found Rocky. He was out of state but his owners were willing to work with me. I told them I would meet them in Kanab, they agreed and then a week before we were going to meet, they called and said they were coming to SL anyway. FABULOUS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263948674851276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQ1NbiBmCDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FHTrSLUoYfU/s200/4679.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Internet Pic Age 9 or 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got here on a Friday night and called me from their hotel. I ran over (dripping with excitement!) to meet them and meet Rocky. They opened the door to their room and he was standing on the bed....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all 100lbs of mass muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I wish I had pics of him before he started declining and loosing his muscle mass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like he was smiling and jumped off the bed and came bounding to me burrowing his head between my knees (an act he still does). He alsmot knocked me over and SCARED me to death! How could I have that beast in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said good night and I went home but didnt sleep all night out of anticipation for Rocks arrival the next morning. His owner called at 8am sharp ready to bring him over and to check his new digs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock scoped the house, peed all over the yard, wouldnt come when she called him so she told me a few of his tricks, gave me his leash, hugged me and walked out the door. That was it......I vowed that I would make his last years comfortable, posh and spoiled. He vowed to bark scary, impress all that saw him, walk well on a leash, learn not lick my head off when kissing, and love me unconditionally. I think we've both held up our ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCK! *MUAH!*&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/2629331845695787297-5721331958511733575?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5721331958511733575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5721331958511733575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5721331958511733575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5721331958511733575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-month-is-such-special-one.html' title='This Month is SUCH a Special One!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SRJ07TP2BPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kQQ1iNpM78A/s72-c/100_4558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1227647123967924154</id><published>2008-11-01T17:15:00.063-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:54:03.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ive been loosing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BlueBelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the last few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ive been in the yard and panicked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;because she just disappears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Heres why....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263834489658097458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQzllFCFPzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tvy5AuiiJqo/s200/100_4522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;See what Im talking about!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;She just blends into everything in the yard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank heavens she comes bolting when I call! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ps...check out those incredible eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Its a different story with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....He doesnt blend into anything but the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt; (ive tripped several times and stepped on him so much Ive learned to turn the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt; on before walking in the hallway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263853122600096802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz2hqJo1CI/AAAAAAAAAEE/HB5tn2pb5bs/s200/100_4523.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Peek-a-Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We had a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt; Play Day Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz3n3pEjJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nCRNMVEdMtA/s1600-h/100_4525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263854328812440722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz3n3pEjJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/nCRNMVEdMtA/s200/100_4525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz4MjgRtHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SLq_0PeX8Fk/s1600-h/100_4526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263854959062004850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz4MjgRtHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/SLq_0PeX8Fk/s200/100_4526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think it bored Rock &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Kinda Bugged Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263855516680901026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz4tAy-0aI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ETzbIpGCAmM/s200/100_4531.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What the WOOF!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four Years Together and She Still Has to Make Sure its Really Him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz9j5w_lRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6gnwNt3kECk/s1600-h/100_4542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263860857732830482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz9j5w_lRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/6gnwNt3kECk/s200/100_4542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz8-EWcyBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ELKK9kH1qpQ/s1600-h/100_4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263860207739258898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQz8-EWcyBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ELKK9kH1qpQ/s200/100_4538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After lots of chasing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were tired and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time for a treat and a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1227647123967924154?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1227647123967924154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1227647123967924154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1227647123967924154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1227647123967924154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come Out Come Out Wherever You Are!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQzllFCFPzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Tvy5AuiiJqo/s72-c/100_4522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-3809243521375641069</id><published>2008-10-27T00:05:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:07:37.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing, Laying and La Ti Da</title><content type='html'>Since the weekend was sooooo bea-U-tiful the kids and I spent most of it outside just dinking a&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQVansQ6mZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O6PgQ-oHhcA/s1600-h/Early+AM+in+Dog+Park+Oct08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261711377595799954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQVansQ6mZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O6PgQ-oHhcA/s200/Early+AM+in+Dog+Park+Oct08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;round.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQVcwaUUn6I/AAAAAAAAADE/2vCyxppGzIM/s1600-h/Blue+in+the+River+Oct08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261713726420328354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQVcwaUUn6I/AAAAAAAAADE/2vCyxppGzIM/s200/Blue+in+the+River+Oct08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue in the Dog Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rock cant go to the dog park any more so we just play soccer and lounge in the Back Yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQX_0NRyMWI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fzus2kbTTBg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261893012034826594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQX_0NRyMWI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fzus2kbTTBg/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQX_tHtDJuI/AAAAAAAAADM/c3_iUEjPwH8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261892890279487202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQX_tHtDJuI/AAAAAAAAADM/c3_iUEjPwH8/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYAH9Lk9oI/AAAAAAAAADc/OIarIc68wHI/s1600-h/ROck+Posing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The soccer ball is an old basketball that he chomps on and kicks around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to get a pic of him actually biting down and crushing it has proved impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQX_0NRyMWI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fzus2kbTTBg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYBAVNR4nI/AAAAAAAAADs/YQJ2RNJ0KRQ/s1600-h/Rock+in+the+Virginia+Creeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261894319833473650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYBAVNR4nI/AAAAAAAAADs/YQJ2RNJ0KRQ/s200/Rock+in+the+Virginia+Creeper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYAkfYrAqI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6prPQO2JDA/s1600-h/Rock+in+the+Virginia+Creeper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261893841529275042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYAkfYrAqI/AAAAAAAAADk/N6prPQO2JDA/s200/Rock+in+the+Virginia+Creeper+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQYBAVNR4nI/AAAAAAAAADs/YQJ2RNJ0KRQ/s1600-h/Rock+in+the+Virginia+Creeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;He likes to walk thru and get tangled up in the vines and pull the vines down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2629331845695787297-3809243521375641069?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3809243521375641069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3809243521375641069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3809243521375641069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3809243521375641069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/10/playing-laying-and-la-ti-da.html' title='Playing, Laying and La Ti Da'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SQVansQ6mZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/O6PgQ-oHhcA/s72-c/Early+AM+in+Dog+Park+Oct08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-5717759688244478769</id><published>2008-09-21T09:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:42:18.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pun COMPLETELY Intended</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SNZ34UB268I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ifnvNuZLdGg/s1600-h/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248514225079774146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SNZ34UB268I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ifnvNuZLdGg/s200/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh what a crappy weekend! And I mean that literally!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday evening I came home from work, opened the door to walkin the house and HOLY SWEET MOLY!!!!!!! Someone had had a violent accident all over the living room! I started to immediatley dry heave (my gag reflex isnt as gagless as it used to be) and RAN to the back door to let the kids out. Then the hunt was on!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found it! Explosive, extremely odoriferous, excriment ALL OVER the living room! So I got a mask, sprayed it with body spray (to block any smell that would come up as i cleaned), got my rubber gloves, cleaner, paper towels, cleaner, more cleaner, Fabreeze, even more cleaner, handi saniwipes and headed to the task. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;OH! was i glad i sprayed my mask! This was like nothing....oh man!!!! Ive cleaned up a lot of dog messes but this one took, the.....well it just knocked me over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After cleaning it all up, degloving, demasking, debooting, and degagging, i went outside to check on the kids. I knew who it was the minute i came home....not the one you all would expect.....it was BlueBelle. And she was uncharacteristically laying on the deck.....not moving well. I told her to go pottie and was almost horrified at what she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She could barely stand up, and once she finally stood up she was having a hard time going down the stairs. I didnt help her because i wanted to watch to see if this was just me being super paranoid (i know i know theres a shocker of a concept!), if she just had a little burn going on or if there was a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a mix of all three. She finally got down the steps and found a spot and HOT MAGMA shot out! POOR THING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248512068425551298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SNZ16x3bDcI/AAAAAAAAACs/lTNUQ3fRz44/s200/BlueBell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But her walking was labored and it almost looked like she was favoring a leg....but i couldnt figure out which one so i decided on both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went inside and I watched her move....not very well. When she layed down it looked like agony. After about 2 hours of monitoring her lack of movents, I decided there was something more than hot magma action going on....Besides....BlueBelle has NEVER EVER EVER been sick or had issues to take her to the vet (other than annual shots) so this was definately cause for alarm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Diagnosis.....Bacterial Infection.....caused by some kind of poisoning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P-I-O-S-O-N-I-N-G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you get that!!!!!!! BlueBelle has been poisoned! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They wanted to immediately hospitalize her and give her IV fluids and stuff.....I opted for fluids, but I was taking her home. They gave me a bunch of antibiotics and told me to watch her very closely. She was in a lot of pain (hense the problems walking and moving around) so they shot her full of painkillers and I took her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im very excited to say that she is doing a lot better. The magma is less and things are getting back to normal. She can walk again, she can do the steps and this morning trotted thru the back yard barking....Im sure announcing to the neighbor in suspicion....that she was back, feeling good and NEENER NEENER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ill tell you what tho....It has NEVER crossed my mind that BlueBelle would or could ever get sick ...let alone die....Die....Die...Die....it has never even occured to me that one day she wont be there. They wanted to do a SENIOR screening panel on her.....my baby is now a senior.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The reality has been incredibly emotional. Ive been prepping to loose Rock....never in a million years did it ever occur to me i some day will have to prep to loose my Blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248510580243491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SNZ0kJ9K65I/AAAAAAAAACk/JkmAsImdMCg/s200/Best+Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2629331845695787297-5717759688244478769?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/5717759688244478769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=5717759688244478769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5717759688244478769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/5717759688244478769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/09/pun-completely-intended.html' title='Pun COMPLETELY Intended'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SNZ34UB268I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ifnvNuZLdGg/s72-c/imagejpeg_2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-26344049611296257</id><published>2008-09-10T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:40:21.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Patient Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SMhMEQqKUbI/AAAAAAAAACc/lS4VLFR_iVk/s1600-h/L-17-1752-greek__roman_god_of_medicine_and_healing_the_serpent_twined_round_a_staff_was_his_attribute-Z00D3OWM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244525402147934642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SMhMEQqKUbI/AAAAAAAAACc/lS4VLFR_iVk/s320/L-17-1752-greek__roman_god_of_medicine_and_healing_the_serpent_twined_round_a_staff_was_his_attribute-Z00D3OWM.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks, ive spent a great deal of time on the phone with nurses, APRNs and doctors. I haven’t felt good most of my life and now that I am in a sound mind I am trying to get things taken care of. I have the BiPolar under control and thought I had reproductive issued under control too. As it turns out, I don’t. Ive progressively been getting sicker and sicker. Two weeks ago, I spent 4 days out of work laying in bed because I emotionally, mentally and physically couldn’t get out of bed. I contacted my doctor that treats the BiPolar and we decided that maybe it was time to take short disability to get stabilized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a hold of HR and got the forms, talked with my boss, and was deciding on a time line to be gone. And then a few days later....POOF!!!!! All is back to normal and I feel fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some major internal figuring, I figured out that this bout was due to hormones. I have gone off a medication that my doctor gave me to help with high blood pressure and helped hormonally because it was causing my hands and feet to swell so bad I couldn’t wear shoes or bend my fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called the doctors office and left a message with the nurse. The nurse called me back and after I explained everything that had been happening including the swelling and going off the medication had cured the swelling issue she said “That’s not what the medication is supposed to do so Im sure that’s not what was causing the swelling.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, “well that may not be what the med is supposed to do but that is what it did to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse: “how do you know it was the medication we gave you that was making you swell?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “Because I went off everything else for a time and it was still happening. When I got back on everything else and got off the medication, IT STOPPED.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse: “It’s a diuretic, it doesn’t make you swell. It does the opposite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “Yes I know that. I know that this pill is what was causing the swelling. I need something else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurse: “Well that’s not what this drug does so this sounds like its your problem and youll need to talk to the APRN or the Doctor. Please make an appointment” CLICK….transferred to the reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH HELL NO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I set up and appoint and went to see the APRN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want you all to know I LOOOOOVE my doctor and I used to love the APRN…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my appointment on Sept 3, 2008 at 8:45. She got me really fast which was nice. I asked the med assistant the name of the nurse for my doctor and took note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The APRN came in and we started talking about everything. I told her my deductions and that I believed that this was a hormone problem and I need it fixed. She proceeded to blame it all on the BiPolar. I told her that I had that completely under control and I was 100% monitored and I KNOW that’s not what was going. I said “this is a hormone problem and this office works with hormones. I need this office to fix this hormone problem.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was very cordial and said she knew some people and would make some phone calls to see if she could get some help with getting my answers answered and my problems fixed. I was very grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She came and went and came and went between calls. Then came back and sat down and said “I think maybe we should try an internist. Can I make a referral?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “no. thank you. Im done. Im done with doctors that are passing me around and around because they don’t want to take the time to listen and help me. So no. Im done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “what do you mean youre done?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “Im done trying to get help so I feel good and no one listening. I done. I want you to help me right now and I don’t want you to pass me off. I don’t feel good and this is why and this is your area of expertise…..YOU FIX IT.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “I can see youre frustrated….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “Frustrated doesn’t eve BEGIN to describe what Im feeling. FIX IT.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “let me make some more calls and see what I can do. For now &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant sit with you any longer I have other patients&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “So youll call me in a few days?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “thank you. Ill expect your call.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is September 10, 2008. I called the office and left a message on Monday Sept 8. Got nothing. So this morning I called again and was told, when I asked if shes returning calls today, “shell do it it when she can and feels like it.” OH HELL NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the beast was released!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I want her to call me back this afternoon. Ive contacted an attorney and I want answers today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a call not even one minute later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was told that she had talked to a few people but didn’t like their answers and was still waiting on others. I told her thank you for calling me back and…”you have 3 weeks to solve this problem.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “Whats in 3 weeks?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “that’s when this will probably happen again. My mother has retained an attorney.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “why an attorney?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: “Because in 3 weeks this might happen again, which means the probability of me committing suicide goes thru the roof.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;APRN: “let me talk to the dr and ill call you back in a bit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So heres my beef….why in the hell do I have to THREATEN to get some help? She has other patience to see I understand that, but shes WITH a patient right now and that patient is VERY upset! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I not getting listened to or helped? Why do I have to get mean and nasty to get the HELP im PAYING for????? Since when is it ok to treat someone that is sick, upset and miserable like crap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never ever in my life gotten angry with a doctor, or raise my voice to them….ive always had the opinion that they were helping me and I should respect that. BULL SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am paying them and Ill be damned into hell if Im going to be treated like this. Im a patient too! Im paying to get helped and I will not be treated like nothing more than a number on chart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay tuned……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-26344049611296257?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/26344049611296257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=26344049611296257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/26344049611296257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/26344049611296257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-patient-too.html' title='Im a Patient Too'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SMhMEQqKUbI/AAAAAAAAACc/lS4VLFR_iVk/s72-c/L-17-1752-greek__roman_god_of_medicine_and_healing_the_serpent_twined_round_a_staff_was_his_attribute-Z00D3OWM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-9173692324520199758</id><published>2008-09-02T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:06:02.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Reality???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best and the worst thing to happen me in my 32 years was FINALLY being diagnosed with BiPolar Disorder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little over a year ago-ish, I was in something far worse than despair. The darkness of anger, frustration and generally pissed off (I hate using that word!) was overwhelming my entire existence……and I finally couldn’t take it. I couldn’t leave my Earthly binds because of my beloved Rocky…..the ONLY thing that kept me bound. I past living and was ready to die. At my wits end, I made an appointment with a doctor with absolutely no hope for help or recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I picked a name that appealed to me and sat in her waiting room. She called my name. I went back to her office, sat down, and couldn’t even speak. She sat there for a moment looking at me and then said the words that saved my life….”you don’t feel good do you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES! Finally!!!! Finally someone saw it…..and someone had an answer to the pain. I broke down. After gaining composure, I was able to answer a barrage of questions she gently presented to me. And then….the words…..”I think we are going to try medicating you for BiPolar Disorder.” And the tears streamed again. Finally someone, someone named Angell, had listened to me and heard me. Finally someone wanted to help and knew how to help. Finally…..Relief……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Angell handed me a prescription for Lithium……I was humiliated……and so relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pre-Lithium Life: Oh what a party! Life nearly on the edge! Fun! No cares,  no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;conscience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; taking   no responsibility for really bad decisions and oh sooooooo many bad decisions!&lt;br /&gt;Misery, despair, laying on the floor for days unable to move, cant sleep, cant eat. Tears constantly flowing and anger at the sound of the wind. Frustration beyond frustration, screaming, hatred, bitter, warrants……despair despair despair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BiPolar Disorder is sooooo much fun in a mania and so miserable when coming out of it. Being medicated has calmed it all down, but with that also come this thing called a conscience….UNHEARD OF in the world of mania!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ive spent most of my adult life without guilt, without remorse, without empathy, without sympathy, without reality and damnit! It was good there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lithium Life is good, but this conscience thing is almost unbearable! The guilt is awful! The empathy for beings I don’t even know is grueling! The reality that everyone around me lives in and im being forced to live in now, SUCKS!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are days when I don’t know if the regained giggling and belly roll laughing is worth having to endure this reality. I cant do things like I used to…..i don’t work at warp speed and have the unnatural energy that I had in mania. My doctor says “youre not really super woman Jeannie. Youre a mortal in a mortal world…..and its ok…..thats the way its supposed to be.” Yeah that may be the way its supposed to be but when you haven’t lived in this reality your whole life, adjust to being “mere mortal” is really really hard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So being diagnosed with BiPolar Disorder was wonderful…..living with BiPolar is not. Being able to function without the dramatic swings is wonderful!!!! It’s the rest of it that’s a little hard to take. But Im trying. Ill never be “normal” but at least Im not crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-9173692324520199758?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/9173692324520199758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=9173692324520199758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9173692324520199758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/9173692324520199758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-reality.html' title='Welcome to Reality???'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-7013182765775505772</id><published>2008-08-29T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:35:17.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Commercials</title><content type='html'>Work is really slow today so I was thinking about my favorite commercials.  Here are a few.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Cadillac CTS: Khaki's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nug8kK5_6go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nug8kK5_6go&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1.1 DeBeers Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7HG-6rw1o4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7HG-6rw1o4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 AT&amp;T LG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJz_dsubWAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJz_dsubWAU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Progressive Insurance Suprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkzVVYJggi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkzVVYJggi4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Budwiezer Snowball Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ntUb6FFXfg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ntUb6FFXfg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Macys YUM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEEYfbFhEXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GEEYfbFhEXY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-7013182765775505772?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/7013182765775505772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=7013182765775505772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7013182765775505772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/7013182765775505772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-commercials.html' title='My Favorite Commercials'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6204143173181724311</id><published>2008-08-26T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:32:37.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi my name is Jeannie and Im a sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a genuine sucker…..a sucker for a great smile, for a great line, for some tender words….im a sucker. Im easily played, im easily taken advantage of, and im easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An update on that perfect date with that really great guy that disappeared out of the blue……WELL….last week I went into work and a woman I work with stopped me and told me that she had run into him (not ran OVER him!) over the weekend and he had said that he and I were dating and was so excited for me and why hadn’t I told her!?!?! My response….BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I sent another email and this time got a response….i wont put exactly what it was but it was something like “the past couple weeks have been busy and my head has been a bit clouded. I meant to reply to your last email but couldn’t find the right words.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I responded “I had a great time on our date. Im really glad we did it. And thank you for responding.” I thought that would be the end of it and I was finally feeling better and in some sort of control……and then……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His unexpected response came “I had a good time too and that’s probably what spooked me a little. I got scared and didn’t know exactly what to do from there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So lets be more vague. Oh and by all means, don’t call and make me feel insecure, angry and hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I only need one word…IN or OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This has gotten me sooooo upset and angry I couldn’t function at work so ive taken time off for the last 4 days. Ive contemplated going off my medication to I could stop being so upset….it last 2 days and I panicked…so now im stewing and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;IN or OUT!&lt;br /&gt;IN or OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why cant I get over this? Whats the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess what the big deal is is im tired of always crushing on the wrong guy. The emotionally unavailable guy, the insecure guy, the overly confident guy, the guy with issues with his parents, or the lazy guy. I thought I have been honing my hunting skills but apparently im still just a sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238900551053971218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLRQS1crjxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VTnSfKdd2sw/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="alinks" href="http://www.coolquotes.com/categories/t_s_eliot.html"&gt;T S Eliot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-6204143173181724311?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/6204143173181724311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=6204143173181724311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6204143173181724311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/6204143173181724311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-my-name-is-jeannie-and-im-sucker.html' title='Sucker'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLRQS1crjxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VTnSfKdd2sw/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1857699909514267805</id><published>2008-08-24T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:41:40.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Utah Cliche</title><content type='html'>I was at Lowes the other night and saw what I call the “Utah Cliché”….a tall blond with over done makeup, a tiny waist and huge boobs. She was probably a little older than me and strutting around the place in a mini skirt, tank top, wedges and “and I was Like hey no one talks to me like that and he was like…blah blah blah” on her cell phone. The complete “Utah Cliché”. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of mine that just moved here from Georgia said that he has never been anywhere in the world where the women are built like they are here. He then drew me a picture to illustrate his observances that cracked me up! (it was a stick figure with HUGE boobs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He said that he had never been anywhere where the women compete so hard with eachother. Where they have to have the best of the best and then they have to show it off. He said it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read on line a few days ago that Salt Lake City was ranked THE VAINEST city in the United States. That Salt Lake had more plastic surgeons and more plastic surgeries performed than any other place in the USA….including CALIFORNIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Well I haven’t figured it out yet, but I was born with the assets that apparently are in so high demand so I haven’t felt the urge to keep up with Mrs. Jones. In fact, ive spent most of my life lamenting my breast size. But I work with a bunch of women that have been nipped, tucked, fluffed and stuffed……turned into “Utah’s Cliché”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent most of my life concealing what I was given naturally…..to be taken seriously, to not stick out (literally), and because I was one out of 50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing that bothers me about the “Utah Cliché”, and I don’t think its actually the women that bothers me, but the men…..Apparently what these women are paying $5k for that God gave me naturally, is more appealing to the male species. The soft subtle natural lines aren’t as appealing as the not so soft, unnatural, sometimes seams showing implant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it boils down to, Ive decided, is the media has create this “perfect image” of what a woman should look like….the unnaturally perfectly round breasts. Its not ok for gravity to have any part of nature either. I was asked once, by a man on line contemplating meeting me when I was 28 years old “how do your breasts look? I know your 28, do your breasts show it?” I was mortified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That comment has made me crazy paranoid about them…..UNFAIRLY! I have a fabulous rack and they are 32 years old! And who dares judge me by my breasts? I don’t judge a man by his penis size, shape or whatever, I don’t look at a man and think, “hmmm….hes 38….i wonder if his peck muscles, ass muscles, and penis show it?” So why do men do that to women? Why does society dictate that that’s appropriate to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLg0ZYoaoaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nk-CMUQjJGg/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239995777158914466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLg0ZYoaoaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nk-CMUQjJGg/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLg0ZYoaoaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nk-CMUQjJGg/s1600-h/Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;====What happens to the Utah Cliche!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1857699909514267805?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1857699909514267805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1857699909514267805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1857699909514267805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1857699909514267805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-at-lowes-other-night-and-saw-what.html' title='The Utah Cliche'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SLg0ZYoaoaI/AAAAAAAAACU/Nk-CMUQjJGg/s72-c/Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-2618925806030103568</id><published>2008-08-20T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:57:31.801-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Loves</title><content type='html'>In my life I love three things.....the idea of an eternal Love, BlueBelle and Big Rock. Since "eternal love" cant be captured on film, I thought Id share pics of my other two loves! Check out my sensational babies! I have waaaaay more of Rock becuase he loooooves the camera. When Blue hears the shutter open shes runs off into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygCBozcxI/AAAAAAAAABY/vs3ALPmW5c4/s1600-h/100_3459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736423384806162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygCBozcxI/AAAAAAAAABY/vs3ALPmW5c4/s320/100_3459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736099046546178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKyfvJYiWwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NsPr8Hhe-t0/s320/100_3738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygWjhnQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/D8EXDXmNVmU/s1600-h/100_3733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736776078836690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygWjhnQ9I/AAAAAAAAABg/D8EXDXmNVmU/s320/100_3733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygm0eBrbI/AAAAAAAAABo/8dKfk9mclNQ/s1600-h/100_3737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236737055505100210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygm0eBrbI/AAAAAAAAABo/8dKfk9mclNQ/s320/100_3737.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236737418291748146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKyg779GnTI/AAAAAAAAABw/M5xDv-bswIM/s320/Rock+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-2618925806030103568?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/2618925806030103568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=2618925806030103568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2618925806030103568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2618925806030103568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/rock-on-roll.html' title='Three Loves'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKygCBozcxI/AAAAAAAAABY/vs3ALPmW5c4/s72-c/100_3459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-6091008175364460570</id><published>2008-08-15T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:53:03.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Pitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As more and more cities in Utah are trying to pass Breed Specific Legislation, I have been trying to find more and more studies and documentation to prove that Breed Specific Legislation is outlandish, immoral, takes our rights away as citizens and is no better than racial profiling. Here is an article I recently found while researching info to take to Sandy City City Council. Pretty interesting stuff.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235899210932817170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKmml2NmDRI/AAAAAAAAABI/3_TaHf5QSkc/s320/Stupid+People.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assessment of Canine Temperament in Relation to Breed Groups&lt;br /&gt;Scot E. Dowd Ph.D.&lt;br /&gt;Matrix Canine Research Institute.&lt;br /&gt;PO BOX 1332, Shallowater, TX 79363,&lt;br /&gt;sdowd@canineresearch.org , http://www.canineresearch.org .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breed specific legislations (BSL), are laws that discriminate against dogs of specific breeds and&lt;br /&gt;breed groups. BSL similar to human racial profiling is based upon the premise that certain breed&lt;br /&gt;types are more dangerous to humans because of genetic temperament predispositions. The&lt;br /&gt;American Pit Bull Terrier and the American Staffordshire Terrier are the breeds most targeted by BSL. In the current study, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the temperaments of over 25,000 dogs, of various breeds, have been evaluated including 1136 dogs from the pit bull group and 469 American Pit Bull Terriers. Using results of a rigorous pass-fail temperament test, designed to evaluate characteristics such as human aggression, these analyses statistically evaluated the proportion of dogs categorized by&lt;br /&gt;breed groups (e.g. sporting, pit bull, hound, toy, terrier) passing. Interestingly, results show that&lt;br /&gt;the pit bull group had a significantly higher passing proportion (p &lt; p =" 0.78)"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This study has provided data to indicate the classification of dog breed groups with respect to their inherent temperament, as part of BSL, may lack scientific credibility.&lt;/span&gt; Breed stereotyping, like racial profiling, ignores the complex environmental factors that contribute to canine temperament and behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Pit bull and pit bull type dogs, including any dog that possesses physical characteristics of pit bull and pit bull-type breeds” is a common phrase found in much current legislation. This language is both vague and open to interpretation. The term “pit bull” is an unofficial breed group, usually encompasses between 4 and 10 individual, pure breeds of dog, including the American Pit Bull Terrier and American Staffordshire Terrier among others. Thus, in most previously reported statistics related to dog bites and deaths (Sacks et al., 1989; Sacks et al., 1996a; Sacks et al., 1996b) pit bull types including dogs of questionable genetic background have been grouped together by the nondescript term “pit bull”. In these publications, these compiled groups of breeds, termed “pit bulls”, were compared statistically against individual breeds. In addition, the authors of these studies have noted within the publications that their statistics could not be normalized using the population of dogs in question. These facts invalidate the results of these studies in relation to the noted pit bull group, from any reasonable epidemiological or public health perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, by creatively grouping many pure breeds of dog under a non-precise term “pit bull”, such analyses artificially created larger populations of animals promoting bias in the results of these studies (CDC, 1997; CDC, 2003; AVMA, 2001). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It has been documented that there is little usefulness in using BSL as an attempt to protect a community’s citizens from dog attacks/bites (CDC, 1997; CDC, 2003; AVMA, 2001). BSL is based on the assumption that there are genetic differences among breeds with regard to their temperament that make them inherently dangerous. However, the genetic make-up of an individual dog, of any breed, is only one of many components that may enhance a dogs relative potential to be aggressive toward humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This presents us with the scientific question “Are the breeds and breed groups most often targeted by BSL lacking stability of temperament as postulated by breed specific legislation?” If not, perhaps the true problem with any dangerous dog, of any breed, is more likely that of environment, nurture, and careless ownership, which are not addressed by BSL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If we seek to define temperament across entire breeds or breed groups the testing of a sufficiently large percentage of the population must be performed. In the current study, we present the results of the largest defined and uniform temperament test performed on canines (over 25,000 dogs representing pure breeds and mixed breeds) that were derived from across the United States, as part of the American Temperament Testing Societies (ATTS) Temperament Test. Here we have provided new and novel analyses of these data in relation to breed groups including the legislatively created “pit bull” (pit bull group). In addition, an analysis of the single breed most often associated with the non-descript term “pit bull” (the American Pit Bull Terrier) is compared against all other breed groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Materials and Methods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In the current study, the temperaments of 25,726 dogs, of various breeds, have been evaluated&lt;br /&gt;including 1136 dogs from the pit bull group and 469 American Pit Bull Terriers. All dogs were at least 18 months old. The majority of dogs tested can be characterized as healthy, well fed, and well-cared for dogs. Public notices of temperament tests were typically posted and promoted in a variety of ways, which included posting notices at local dog clubs, shelters, pet stores, internet message boards, mailing lists where exposure to dog owners was expected to be highest. Inclusion in the temperament tests was voluntary and dogs were only required to be over the age of 18 months to participate. Over the course of this study tests were held in all 48 continuous states except North Dakota, South Dakota and Vermont. The states in which higher numbers of tests have been held included California, Michigan, Florida, Georgia, Missouri, and Illinois. The diverse regional distribution across the United States contributed no bias to the analyses presented (p = 0.22 data not shown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breed Groups:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For statistical analyses of the data, the breeds were placed into “breed groups”. The groupings of the breeds are shown in the supplemental table at the end of the document and are consistent with the classification schemes of both the United Kennel Club (UKC; www.ukcdogs.com) and the American Kennel Club &lt;/span&gt;(AKC; &lt;a href="http://www.akc.org/"&gt;http://www.akc.org/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temperament test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three separate and extensively trained Licensed Testers oversaw each Temperament Test including secondary oversight by a Chief Tester. All Testers undergo a lengthy apprenticeship prior to being allowed to evaluate actual tests. In short, the Tester goes through three levels - an Apprentice Tester, Provisional Tester, Licensed Tester and Chief Tester. A Chief Tester oversaw all levels of Tester training and evaluated Licensed Testers pass fail scores and sub-test evaluations of each dog for accuracy and consistency. For each level (Apprentice, Provisional), the Tester must evaluate at least 60 dogs, as well as acted as a station worker for each of the sub-tests described below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Before certification as a Licensed Tester is complete, both a written and video scored exam&lt;br /&gt;must also be passed. Only Licensed Testers results were counted while Apprentice and&lt;br /&gt;Provisional evaluations if performed during a temperament test were used for training purposes&lt;br /&gt;only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Temperament Test was broken up into individual categories that evaluate specific temperament-based characteristics. Each Category was further broken up into sub-tests. Each sub-test was evaluated on a rigorous pass, or fail, scoring system. Failure of any sub-test resulted in a failure of the entire temperament test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;During the temperament test each dog was presented on a loose six-foot (6’) lead. The handlers, which were typically the owners of the dogs, were not allowed to talk to the dog, give commands, or give corrections. One of the 3 Licensed Testers guided the handlers through the course after a brief explanation at the beginning while the other 2 Licensed Testers observed. The specific courses, because of different geographic locations, availability of resources, and weather conditions were slightly variable, though all key aspects of each sub-test were maintained uniformly for all subjects and test situations. As noted previously, dogs were tested with a set of behavioral categories that were divided into individual sub-tests. All sub-tests were designed to&lt;br /&gt;individually measure various aspects of temperament. As noted, if any of the individual sub-tests were failed, then the entire test was considered failed. To obtain a passing score on the temperament test, all sub-tests must have been completed successfully. Failure of a sub-test was recognized when a dog shows unprovoked aggression, panic without immediate recovery (within 5 seconds), or exhibited strong avoidance behavior.&lt;/span&gt; These behaviors as part of temperament tests have been defined extensively in the literature (Slabbert and Odendaal, 1999; Seksel et al., 1999; Svartberg, 2002; Ruefenacht et al., 2002; van den Berg et al., 2003; Fuchs et al., 2005).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 5 categories and 10 sub-tests are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Category 1: Behavior toward strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The objective of this behavioral category was to measure the dog’s reaction to strangers in a nonthreatening situation. No fearful or aggressive behavior is permitted in this category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 1: Neutral stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s reaction to non interactive or passive socialization and measured potential aggression. In this test, a neutral normal acting person, who was also a stranger to the dog, approached the handler, shook hands with the&lt;br /&gt;handler, and engaged the handler in a brief conversation. The stranger must ignore the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 2: Friendly stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This sub-test evaluates the affects of interactive social interaction with a stranger and measured the dogs potential for nervousness or non-social behavior. In this test, a person, who was a stranger to the dog, approached happily and briskly, ignored the owner, and directed their attention immediately at the dog. The stranger spoke, in a friendly voice, to the dog then reached down to pet the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category 2: Reaction to Auditory Stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The objective of this category was to provide a measure of the dog’s reaction to auditory stimuli. In this test careful evaluation of fearful reaction were made by each Licensed Tester. In general, the dog should not break away from the handler nor hit the end of the 6’ lead before recovery and investigative behavior. In other words, as an extreme example, the dog may hunch or tense momentarily or even appear startled but must recover within 5 seconds. Dogs could also seek to investigate the source of the sound. Aggressive behavior in any form was not permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 3: Hidden Noise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s response to a hidden, sudden, and loud noise and measures the dog’s ability to recover from sudden unknown sounds. In this sub-test, the handler and the dog approached a hidden assistant who loudly rattled a metal bucket filled with rocks and set this bucket in the path of the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 4: Gunshots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s ability to recover from a sudden and loud noise. In this sub-test, the handler stopped at a designated marker with his/her back towards a well-hidden assistant. The assistant fired three shots using a .22 caliber starter pistol (SHOT-PAUSE-SHOT-SHOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category 3: Reaction to Sudden Visual Stimulus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The objective of this category was to provide a measure of the dog’s reaction to a sudden visual&lt;br /&gt;stimulus. In this test careful evaluation of fearfull reactions were made by each Licensed Tester. In general, the dog should not break away from the handler nor hit the end of the 6’ lead before&lt;br /&gt;recovery and investigative behavior. In other words, the dog may hunch momentarily or appear&lt;br /&gt;startled but was required to recover within 5 seconds and evaluate the source of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;Fear reactions beyond this or lack of recover within 5 seconds was considered a failure. Aggressive behavior in any form was not permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 5: Umbrella&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s reaction to sudden motion and a strange object and measures the dog’s visual responsiveness. In this sub-test, the handler and dog approached an assistant sitting in a chair holding a closed umbrella parallel to the ground at a 90 degree angle to the dog and handler. When the dog was five feet from the assistant, the umbrella was opened suddenly. The handler’s focus was required to remain on the umbrella, not on the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Category 4: Tactile Stimuli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The objective of this category was to measure the dog’s reaction to unusual footing, its ability to&lt;br /&gt;recover from the fear of unusual footing, and to measure its investigative behavior to the unusual&lt;br /&gt;footing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 6: Plastic Footing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In this sub-test, both the handler and the dog were required to walk the entire length of a 15-foot by 6- foot clear plastic strip. The dog can appear uncomfortable or can notice the obstacle but must continue walking. If the dog avoided the surface or sought to escape across or back on the surface, it was considered a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 7: Wire Footing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In this sub-test, the handler walked beside the obstacle rather than on it, as in sub-test 6. The dog was required to walk the entire length of a 12-foot by 3-foot unfolded exercise pen (X-Pen). X-Pens were typically 12-gauge wire panels with 1 x 2 inch weave. Similar to above, if the dog avoided the surface or sought to escape across or back on the surface, it was considered a failure. Category 5: Self-Protective and Aggressive Behavior. The objective of this category was to collectively evaluate the dog’s capacity to recognize an unusual situation, its threshold to provocation, its protective instincts, and its propensity to realize when a situation became a threat. The stranger was never closer than 10 feet from the dog. This was roughly measured as being 18 feet from the handler with consideration for the length of the leash and the handlers arm reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 8: Non-Threatening Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s reaction to a nonthreatening stranger that was dressed in unusual clothing. The purpose of this sub-test was to test the dog’s alertness to an unusual situation. The handler and dog team stopped at a designated marker as instructed by the Tester. The strangely dressed stranger crossed the path 38 feet in front of the team. The dog could take notice of the stranger but could not react with more than curiosity. Any aggressive behavior or fearful behavior was considered a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 9: Threatening Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sub-test evaluated the same situation as above but evaluated the dog’s ability to recognize when an unusual situation turned into a provocation. Picking up at the end of sub-test 9, the strangely dressed stranger suddenly advanced10 feet (from 38 feet to 28 feet) towards the stationary handler in a threatening manner (defined as a fast tense marching with arms above head and eyes glaring at the dog). The dog could take notice of the stranger and was allowed to respond in a protective manner only (defined as placing themselves in front of the handler) but could not act fearful or aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sub-test 10: Aggressive Stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sub-test evaluated the dog’s protective instincts and aggression restraint. By necessity, this test was judged subjectively only in relation to the breed’s standard requirements for temperament and in relation to a dogs training in protection or sports such as Schutzhund, only if such protection training was indicated by the handler at the beginning of the Temperament Test. Thus, guardian breeds such as the German Shepherd could act with controlled aggression (defined as barking warningly), while breeds that are not categorized by breed standards (UKC or AKC) as guardians, or that were not trained for protection (e.g. Schutzhund), could not. In this sub-test, the weird stranger again advanced to within 10 feet of the dog in a wilder and more aggressive manner (defined as above but with arms waving and loud vocalizations of anger). The dog could move to a protective position in front of the owner. The dog could not show fear or act overtly or with uncontrolled aggressive behavior (wildly lunging and aggressively barking and growling) regardless of breed or training. Breeds such as the American Pit Bull Terrier, which is not defined as a guardian breed, and whose standard specifically states that human aggression is not part of the breed standard, could not show any aggressive behavior only protective behavior. If undue or overt aggression or fear were displayed by any dog this sub-test was failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Statistics&lt;br /&gt;Sample size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To determine if the sample size in this study was large enough to generalize across the entire United States’ population of dogs, a Sample size analyses was conducted using infinity as the expected population size. To be conservative a maximum allowable difference of 0.01, confidence of 0.99, and population proportion of 0.5 were used. This resulted in a required sample size of 16,588 dogs (Thompson, 1992). Thus, with over 25,000 dogs tested, we had a sample size that could easily be generalized across all dogs in the United States, even if there were an infinite number of dogs (Thompson, 1992). Significant differences between proportions were analyzed using the following equations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our null hypothesis was:(PLEASE GO TO &lt;a href="http://www.canineresearch.org/"&gt;http://www.canineresearch.org/&lt;/a&gt; and click on the &lt;a href="http://216.120.226.51/~caniner/DowdAPBTATTSstats.pdf"&gt;Assessment of Canine Temperament in Relation to Breed Groups&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to get the formulas since they wouldn’t come thru on this document) Which means the proportion of dogs passing the temperament test in a given group were not significantly different to the proportion of dogs passing the temperament test in the second group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all cases, we utilized a comparison of proportion of dogs passing the temperament test to determine if p1 was statistically greater or less than p2. In addition, to prevent type I error, Bonferroni correction was made to results in order to keep the overall experiment error rate to 5%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 206 different breeds were evaluated using the American Temperament Test Society&lt;br /&gt;evaluation. The total number of dogs evaluated in this study was 25,726, the total number of dogs passing the test 20,848, and the total failing the test 4,878. The average percentage of all dogs passing was 81.71%. To illustrate the power and significance of the statistical evaluation presented here, the sampling distribution of the proportions p1- p2 are approximately normal as long as the proportions of dogs passing in each group are not too close to 1.0 or 0.0, and the sample sizes are not too small. In our case, the sample size was extremely large (actual over twice the suggested sample size calculations generated for a population of infinite size) and the proportion did not approach 0.0 or 1.0 for any of the groups analyzed, thereby validating the choice of statistical models. The raw data is summarized in Table 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Table 1. The number of dogs in each breed group evaluated (n), passed all sub-tests of the temperament test (X), failed at least one sub-test, and the percentage of dogs that passed the temperament test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROUP  TOTAL DOGS       TOTAL DOGS           TOTAL DOGS          %PASSING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;               TESTED                     (n) PASSED                   (x) FAILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sporting 3181 2719 462 85.48%&lt;br /&gt;Pit Bull 1136 960 176 84.50%&lt;br /&gt;Mixed 680 579 101 85.10%&lt;br /&gt;APBT 469 391 78 83.40%&lt;br /&gt;Terrier 1860 1526 334 82.04%&lt;br /&gt;Working 9111 7341 1770 80.57%&lt;br /&gt;Herding 7885 6319 1566 80.14%&lt;br /&gt;Toy 529 421 108 79.60%&lt;br /&gt;Hound 1379 1062 317 77.01%&lt;br /&gt;ALL 25726 20848 4878 81.04%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The results of statistical analysis for the breed groupings are provided in Table 2.&lt;/span&gt; The group that had the highest proportion of breed groups passing the temperament test was the sporting group (85.48%), followed by the pit bull group (84.50%).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The groups that failed, with the lowest proportion of dogs passing the temperament test, were the toy (79.01%) and hound groups (77.01%). The groups were compared to determine if there was a significant difference in the proportion of dogs from each group that passed the temperament test. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was found that there were no significant differences between the proportion of dogs passing in the two groups with the highest passing percentages (sporting group and the pit bull group).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Both of these breed groups performed significantly better (p &gt; 0.05) than all other groups.&lt;/span&gt; The toy and hound group passed at significantly lower rates (p &lt; color="#cc33cc"&gt;Following Bonferroni correction the pit bull group still maintained a significantly higher passing percentage than all pure breed groups except Sporting and Terrier (Bonferroni corrected p &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Table 2. Results of the statistical z-test with bonferroni correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons Z Value B p Value Bonferroni Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;PBG vs Toy 2.48 &lt;0.00 pbg="Pit" s="Significant" ns="Non" value =" Bonferonni" color="#ff0000"&gt;As a pure breed analyzed on its own merit, the American Pit Bull Terrier evaluations showed there was no significant difference even with the group with highest proportion of dogs passing (Sporting Group). As noted the sporting group contains some of the more publicly accepted (as dogs of stable or good temperament) including Golden Retrievers and Labrador Retrievers. More notably, the American Pit Bull Terriers showed significantly higher proportion of dogs passing the test than hounds, herding, working, and toy groups (Table 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 3. This table provides the results of the z-test and the significance of the test against the null hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparisons     z Value     p Value     Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Toy 1.5324 0.0627             APBT Higher Pass Rate&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Work 1.4965 0.0673           APB T High Pass Rate&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Sport -1.2 0.8849               No Difference&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Herding 1.709 0.0437         APBT Higher Pass Rate&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Terrier 0.6725 0.2506        No Difference&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Hound 2.9 0.0019              APBT High Pass Rate&lt;br /&gt;APBT vs Mixed -0.817 0.793            No Difference&lt;br /&gt;PBG vs APBT 0.5682 0.295              No Difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Murphy (1997) published a manuscript that defined categories of temperament in dogs. Murphy (1997) used a similar temperament test to that described here but focused on a total of 89 dogs, which were primarily Golden Retrievers. The American Kennel Club (2005) established the Canine Good Citizen test and title, which has a slightly less stringent testing procedure, to establish criteria for determining a dog to be a “good member of society”. Most publications that evaluate the temperament of dogs have utilized temperament tests and definitions of behavior that are similar to the temperament test described here (Slabbert and Odendaal, 1999; Seksel et al., 1999; Svartberg, 2002; Ruefenacht et al., 2002; van den Berg, Schilder and Knol, 2003; Fuchs et al., 2005). As part of the current study the number of animals evaluated and the evaluation of breeds within groups minimized potential extraneous bias such as founder effects, sex effects, age effects, and breed representation effects. Observer bias is minimized by standardized training of judges, requiring agreement among 3 separate licensed Testers, and by utilizing a pass fail testing structure with defined behavioral requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here we provide a concise definition of temperament as, an individual’s exhibited, predictable, and measurable behavior patterns displayed in response to environmental stimuli. In higher vertebrate animals temperament is predominantly influenced by age, sex, socialization, health, and genetics.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The concept of temperament must be focused on the individual dog and if we seek to encompass entire families, breeds, breed groups, or species this concept must by necessity become more and more general and broadly encompassing. This is the failure of BSL as a logical solution to ownership problems because the vast majority of pit bulls and APBT are shown to be of good temperament. Plomin et al. (1990) remarked that behavioral differences exist not only between species but also between individuals of the same species. As an example that is easy to digest, we can assume for instance that almost all Golden Retrievers are friendly toward humans. However, Golden Retrievers can be raised in such as way to make them aggressive toward humans (Edwards, 1991; Knol et al., 1998; van den Berg et al., 2003; Kwant, 2004).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In support of the current data, a study by Böttjer (2003) evaluated aggressive behaviour of 347 dogs belonging to the American Staffordshire Terrier, Bullterrier, Staffordshire Bullterrier, Rottweiler, Doberman Pincher breeds, and a catchall pit bull group. Only 3.75% of the dogs failed the Temperament Test and were therefore noted as having dangerous aggressive behaviour (not toward humans) towards other dogs. The assessment of the breeds groups showed that neither the pit bull group, nor the American Staffordshire Terrier, displayed a significant difference between the single breeds and breed types.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The results of the Böttjer study, like the current study, showed that the BSL assumptions based upon inherent differences in “dangerousness” across entire breeds was not justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC, 1997; CDC, 2003) has indicated that BSL&lt;br /&gt;has no merit. They indicate that “Dangerous dog laws”, which focus on individual dogs, regardless of breed, that have exhibited harmful behavior (e.g., unprovoked attacks on persons or animals) are both logical and enforceable without violating the rights of citizens or declaring individual animals guilty even though the majority are of sound temperament. The CDC indicates that the most logical approach is to place primary responsibility for a dog’s behavior on the owner, rather than the dogs breed. The CDC indicates that legislation and programs focused on ownership responsibility as well as owner and child education are the keys to a safer canine population. The American Veterinary Medical Association (2001) Task Force on Canine Aggression and Human-Canine Interactions also state that Breed Specific Legislation has no merit and that targeting those individual dogs, of any breed, that commit acts of aggression, directly addresses the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Previously published bite statistics when groups are compared to individual breeds are unrepresentative as corroborated by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention and the American Veterinary Medical Association (CDC, 1997; CDC, 2003; AVMA, 2005). The current study has statistically shown, based on a defined temperament test, that the classification of dog breeds and dog breed types (breed groups), with respect to their aggressiveness toward humans is not supported scientifically.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The complex and contributing conditions related to the upbringing of individual dogs are not considered by BSL and such laws unfairly target the vast majority of individual dogs, which are temperamentally stable. The temperaments of animals are fundamentally and universally acknowledged to be influenced by age, sex, early socialization, early nutrition, training, health and genetics, while BSL only takes one of these factors into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplimental Table. This table provides the groupings of breeds used for statistical analyses.&lt;br /&gt;APBT Group American Pit Bull Terrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pit Bull Group:&lt;/strong&gt; Bull Terrier, BullDoggue, American Bulldog, Boston Terrier, Staffordshire&lt;br /&gt;Bull Terrier, American Staffordshire Terrier, and American Pit Bull Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hound Group:&lt;/strong&gt; Afghan Hound, American Foxhound, Basenji, Basset Hound, Beagle, Black&lt;br /&gt;and Tan Coonhound, Bloodhound, Bluetick Coonhound, Borzoi, Dachshund&lt;br /&gt;(Miniature Longhaired), Dachshund (Miniature Smooth), Dachshund&lt;br /&gt;(Miniature Wirehaired), Dachshund (Standard Longhaired), Dachshund&lt;br /&gt;(Standard Smooth), Dachshund (Standard Wirehaired), English Foxhound,&lt;br /&gt;Greyhound, Ibizan Hound, Irish Wolfhound, Norwegian Elkhound,&lt;br /&gt;Otterhound, Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen, Pharaoh Hound, Rhodesian&lt;br /&gt;Ridgeback, Saluki, Scottish Deerhound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terrier Group:&lt;/strong&gt; Airedale Terrier, American Pit Bull Terrier, American Staffordshire Terrier,&lt;br /&gt;American Tunnel Terrier, Australian Terrier, Bedlington Terrier, Border&lt;br /&gt;Terrier, Bull Terrier, Cairn Terrier, Dandie Dinmont Terrier, Irish Terrier,&lt;br /&gt;Kerry Blue Terrier, Lakeland Terrier, Manchester Terrier, Miniature Bull&lt;br /&gt;Terrier, Miniature Schnauzer, Norfolk Terrier, Norwich Terrier, Parson&lt;br /&gt;Russell Terrier, Scottish Terrier, Sealyham Terrier, Skye Terrier, Smooth&lt;br /&gt;Fox Terrier, Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier, Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Welsh&lt;br /&gt;Terrier, West Highland White Terrier, Wire Fox Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herding Group:&lt;/strong&gt; Australian Cattle Dog, Australian Kelpie, Australian Shepherd, Bearded&lt;br /&gt;Collie, Belgian Laekenois, Belgian Malinois, Belgian Sheepdog, Belgian&lt;br /&gt;Tervuren, Border Collie, Bouvier Des Flanders, Briard, Canaan Dog, Collie,&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan Welsh Corgi, German Shepherd Dog, Giant Schnauzer,&lt;br /&gt;Catahoula Leopard Dog, Old English Sheepdog, Pembroke Welsh Corgi,&lt;br /&gt;Puli, Shetland Sheepdog, Standard Schnauzer, Texas Heeler, Pembroke&lt;br /&gt;Welsh Corgi, Shiloh Shepherd, Swedish Vallhund, Welsh Sheepdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sporting Group:&lt;/strong&gt; American Water Spaniel, Brittany Spaniel, Boykin Spaniel, Chesapeake&lt;br /&gt;Bay Retriever, Clumber Spaniel, Cocker Spaniel, Curly-Coated Retriever,&lt;br /&gt;English Cocker Spaniel, English Setter, English Springer Spaniel, Field&lt;br /&gt;Spaniel, Flat-Coated Retriever, German Shorthaired Pointer, German&lt;br /&gt;Wirehaired Pointer, Golden Retriever, Gordon Setter, Irish Setter, Irish&lt;br /&gt;Water Spaniel, Labrador Retriever, Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever,&lt;br /&gt;Pointer, Portuguese Water Dog, Spinone Italiano, Sussex Spaniel, Tibetan&lt;br /&gt;Spaniel, Vizsla, Weimaraner, Welsh Springer Spaniel, Standard Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working Group:&lt;/strong&gt; Rottweiler, Doberman Pinscher, Akbash Dog, Akita, Alaskan Malamute,&lt;br /&gt;Anatolian Shepherd Dog, Bernese Mountain Dog, Boxer, Bullmastiff, Dogo&lt;br /&gt;Argentino, Dogue De Bordeaux, Estrala Mountain Dog, Giant Schnauzer,&lt;br /&gt;Great Dane, Great Pyrenees, Greater Swiss Mountain dog, Kuvasz,&lt;br /&gt;Leonberger, Mastiff, Neapolitan Mastiff, Newfoundland, Polski Owczarek&lt;br /&gt;Nizinny, Portuguese Water Dog, Presa Canario, Saint Bernard, Samoyed,&lt;br /&gt;Siberian Husky, Standard Schnauzer, Tosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toy Group&lt;/strong&gt; : Miniature Poodle, Miniature Pinscher, Toy Poodle, Manchester Terrier,&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Shih Tzu, Pug, Yorkshire Terrier,&lt;br /&gt;Chihuahua, Pomeranian, Chinese Crested Dog, Silky Terrier, Pekingese,&lt;br /&gt;Toy Manchester Terrier, Tibetan Terrier, Brussels Griffon, Toy Fox terrier,&lt;br /&gt;Havanese, Japanese Chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mixed:&lt;/strong&gt; All dogs that were not identified as pure bred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Citations&lt;br /&gt;1. 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The friend said "I dated you.....youre too available." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;TOO AVAILABLE??? Scuse me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well thats what I am....Im available. I am available to go on a date with you, talk to you on the phone, text you....I am available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So "being available" apparently warrants poor behaviour. "Being Available" is a state which no person should ever be? Ah yes....a game. Those nasty little things that mess up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Someone please explain why "being available" is such a bad thing? Im perfectly happy with my life and my life consists of being available to anyone at any time. I like it. And now I am finding its an excuse to be treated poorly.  &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/2629331845695787297-3423248706399457331?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/3423248706399457331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=3423248706399457331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3423248706399457331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/3423248706399457331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-available.html' title='Too Available'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SKCl6Jsw-vI/AAAAAAAAABA/z0pb-Hyh8oU/s72-c/1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-4356138414047517614</id><published>2008-08-09T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:36:17.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Own Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SJ4nqtIFR8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IxWZEE3jvQs/s1600-h/tears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232663431672580034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SJ4nqtIFR8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IxWZEE3jvQs/s320/tears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week I went on THE best date I have ever been on. The man was a perfect gentleman and we both had a great time. I actually felt comfortable....familiar almost. He even called the next day which as we all know is THE BEST thing to transpire after a date. It denotes respect, interest and even a second date on the horizon. I thought I had found the perfect man......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPRISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Texting, emailing, calling every single day!  It was fabulous!  &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;We had our second date which I thought went really well. There was some kissing, which was nice, and some good convo.....but the next day???? NADA.....yeah.....absolutely nothing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after that??? NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after that??? NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been racking my brain trying to figure out how something so seemingly good went absolutely not good. Ive read the book &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hes Just Not That Into You"&lt;/span&gt; and it says that hes not into you if he just up and disappears with no word. Its best to just let it go and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But how do you move on when you work with the guy and when you see him at work he just waves and knods like nothing happened? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AND.....why the hell should I just settle for "NOTHING"? The book says that a "real man" wouldnt do that and why would you waste your time with a man that doesnt have enough balls to discuss whatever the issue is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I agree....BUT....im also PMSing so I sent him an email that very gently (and im not being sarcastic) said "....if youre not interested that ok, but please say so so I can stop thinking about this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heres why I just put my ego &amp;amp; heart in the guillotine.....I want people in my life to starting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OWNING UP TO THEIR DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR&lt;/span&gt;! I am &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a punching bag.....I am good person with a lot of love and a huge heart and Im not understanding why PEOPLE seem to think its ok to just crap (for lack of better word) all over me. OWN UP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for anyone curious as to his reasoning.....NOTHING......he has never responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-4356138414047517614?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/4356138414047517614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=4356138414047517614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4356138414047517614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/4356138414047517614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/own-up.html' title='Own Up!'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SJ4nqtIFR8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/IxWZEE3jvQs/s72-c/tears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-1442892872025666846</id><published>2008-08-07T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:34:32.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Over 30</title><content type='html'>The funnest part of my life was at the age of 27.  I had recovered from a divorce and after two years of seclusion was ready to date!  It was perfect!  I wasn’t to old for the young men and I wasn’t to young for the older men.  I was right there….perfect! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived 27 up!  Dated and dated and dated! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 27 doesn’t last long and 30 sneaks up on you.  And there I was….30.  Thirty wasn’t so bad….not as much fun as 27 but not bad.  Most of my friends are older than me so they were in their mid 30s….having babies….a feat Im still not quite ready for.  The dating slowed down a little, I started to get a little more jaded to love and now….now im 32 and the fun dating life as I used to know seems to have come to a screeeeeeeching halt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been forced to revert back to the online scene…..but the online scene I am finding is completely different for 32 year old Mormon woman than it was for a 27 year old Mormon woman.  The men my age are looking for women younger…..27 year olds.  The men younger are afraid of the 32 year old and the men older…..well im not ready for a retirement home quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go thru the online profiles of all these men that write about how much the love sports and sports are so awesome and the out doors rocks and how they want an athletic girl that wears high heels when playing football with them, I cant help but think that the expectations of men AND WOMEN are so completely far fetched and jaded that its damn near impossible to find someone to be a companion.  If I wrote a bio HALF as imaginary as what these men are writing, Id never ever have one of them look.  And yet, when I write the truth (own my own home, love to laugh til I snort, don’t like sports but will bet against you or go to live game) I don’t get looked at.  So whats a girl to do?  LIE?????  Im not a liar (due to a wicked guilt complex). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not the age that’s scary, maybe its just me, but I don’t remember having this much trouble at 27.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-1442892872025666846?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/1442892872025666846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=1442892872025666846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1442892872025666846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/1442892872025666846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/08/dating-over-30.html' title='Dating Over 30'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629331845695787297.post-2600935402635832043</id><published>2008-07-17T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:58:24.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding the Bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Riding the Bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a nightmare that my friend had wrecked his bullet bike. In the morning I talked to him about and told him how upsetting it was. He said “I just don’t understand why people hate bullet bikes so much.” So I told him…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 – its not that people hate &lt;em&gt;the bike&lt;/em&gt;…..we hate the person driving it. It seems that when the driver gets on the bike the brain stays behind. Weaving, speeding, cutting people off, just to mention a few of the annoyances of bullet riders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 – we (automobile drivers) have a hard time seeing bullet riders because they are small bikes with seriously brain dead riders on them that think its ok to weave, speed and be general jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I slipped and my mouth went on before my brain and I told my 38 year old friend……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 – and come on! If youre over the age of 30 grow up and get a mans bike already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s ok, I don’t feel bad about that comment because its damn true! Sorry guys! You look retarded trying to grasp at your 20s and most women will agree, after 30 you look way sexier on &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SH-C2xe2dCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7gL8LDUKHtU/s1600-h/100_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224037970280346658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SH-C2xe2dCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7gL8LDUKHtU/s320/100_3706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a nice “grownups” bike than on a bike we associate with the frat boy we made out with cuz we were 18 and thought he looked cute in those shorts and ball cap when riding the bullet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;----- Sexy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629331845695787297-2600935402635832043?l=2dogsma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/feeds/2600935402635832043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2629331845695787297&amp;postID=2600935402635832043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2600935402635832043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629331845695787297/posts/default/2600935402635832043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://2dogsma.blogspot.com/2008/07/riding-bullet.html' title='Riding the Bullet'/><author><name>TwoDogsMa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14444664816838885584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SV-r2bPb01I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HsNjYoIHSbI/S220/100_5313.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3G-F1hQTaHA/SH-C2xe2dCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7gL8LDUKHtU/s72-c/100_3706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
