<?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-8533027436701709565</id><updated>2011-04-27T19:21:51.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-3674580958428178366</id><published>2011-03-27T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:07:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8:  A good day!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After one week of intensive training and my patient tutelage, my boy Bobby has finally reached the master level of Schipperke massage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mh4KM7KhLQ/TY-0FnzpAGI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbreh3lLF9o/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mh4KM7KhLQ/TY-0FnzpAGI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbreh3lLF9o/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You can see in the picture below, I have achieved the highest level of relaxation.&amp;nbsp; I think I can award him his diploma when I leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkPxTeUNuq4/TY-0guGm1QI/AAAAAAAAABk/4TK2GbZz6zg/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkPxTeUNuq4/TY-0guGm1QI/AAAAAAAAABk/4TK2GbZz6zg/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Other news:&amp;nbsp; We went to the doggy corral today and I met a fun little Jack Russel named Pepper.&amp;nbsp; I must say I was rather envious of her hot pink coat.&amp;nbsp; and her mom had matching hot pink boots!!&amp;nbsp; I think I will suggest this to my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-3674580958428178366?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3674580958428178366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/3674580958428178366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/3674580958428178366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-good-day.html' title='Day 8:  A good day!'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mh4KM7KhLQ/TY-0FnzpAGI/AAAAAAAAABg/bbreh3lLF9o/s72-c/IMG_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-666834765526653082</id><published>2011-03-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:38:30.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7:  a rainy Saturday :(</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to wait and wait for my boy Bobby to wake up this morning.&amp;nbsp; I have never seen anyone sleep as much as him!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know you can't see him under the covers, but he's in there.........I can smell him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5i3e3FUjlxU/TY5UiRQ3WpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IKwhPKnYg6Q/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5i3e3FUjlxU/TY5UiRQ3WpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IKwhPKnYg6Q/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am, walking along with those two knuckleheads, Stan and Ollie.&amp;nbsp; Ollie complained and complained about how cold and wet it was today.&amp;nbsp; What a whiner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qBsqEHhR3wo/TY6wtUXU4DI/AAAAAAAAABc/g_-7kSQZsoo/s1600/Photo_032611_002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qBsqEHhR3wo/TY6wtUXU4DI/AAAAAAAAABc/g_-7kSQZsoo/s320/Photo_032611_002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-666834765526653082?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/666834765526653082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-rainy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/666834765526653082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/666834765526653082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-rainy-saturday.html' title='Day 7:  a rainy Saturday :('/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5i3e3FUjlxU/TY5UiRQ3WpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IKwhPKnYg6Q/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-5578210410104341955</id><published>2011-03-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T09:41:46.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6:  Mom's back!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mom returned last night and I did many twirls and leaps for her entertainment!&amp;nbsp; I was quite busy while she was gone, supervising yard work projects.&amp;nbsp; Good thing I stayed behind to organize these Bowie boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjbUE1X_bRU/TY4XFpd9UsI/AAAAAAAAABU/UAdRXbuXaYA/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjbUE1X_bRU/TY4XFpd9UsI/AAAAAAAAABU/UAdRXbuXaYA/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-5578210410104341955?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5578210410104341955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-moms-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/5578210410104341955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/5578210410104341955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-moms-back.html' title='Day 6:  Mom&apos;s back!'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gjbUE1X_bRU/TY4XFpd9UsI/AAAAAAAAABU/UAdRXbuXaYA/s72-c/IMG_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-6765778050007543232</id><published>2011-03-22T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:11:36.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Day:  Settling in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YEu-dBd0n78/TYlHyBBIb4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7p0If6AT6w8/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YEu-dBd0n78/TYlHyBBIb4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7p0If6AT6w8/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ok, I really DO NOT like this funny looking dog.&amp;nbsp; He gives me the creeps.&amp;nbsp; Oliver let me know that I should give him a wide berth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kVCeZxMy4iY/TYlIK_ZPxvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pBsgB67c_7k/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kVCeZxMy4iY/TYlIK_ZPxvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pBsgB67c_7k/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here we all are with the alpha dog.&amp;nbsp; Notice that I have the best spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow mom is leaving me for one night, so I won't have any help with my blog.&amp;nbsp; sigh.&amp;nbsp; I'll just have to make due with Bobby &amp;amp; Alpha dog.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-6765778050007543232?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6765778050007543232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/fourth-day-settling-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/6765778050007543232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/6765778050007543232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/fourth-day-settling-in.html' title='Fourth Day:  Settling in'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-YEu-dBd0n78/TYlHyBBIb4I/AAAAAAAAABM/7p0If6AT6w8/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-2567127816005649933</id><published>2011-03-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:47:13.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3:  Best dog day</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Last night Bobby and I had an exciting sleepover with Sam!&amp;nbsp; (don't ask me why he is wearing his raincoat in the house...)&amp;nbsp;I wanted to make waffles this morning, but no one would help me with this project.&amp;nbsp; phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LnLdRRdFlVc/TYgNH4ET32I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mv8KmY3AjSY/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LnLdRRdFlVc/TYgNH4ET32I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mv8KmY3AjSY/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then I had the most&amp;nbsp;exciting&amp;nbsp;walk with the BIG boys, Scout and Rosco!&amp;nbsp; Scout made a comment about me &lt;em&gt;not actually being a dog&lt;/em&gt;, but I forgave him and we had a lovely walk around the blueberry fields.&amp;nbsp; Ollie (AKA the wimp) didn't come as it was too early and cold for him.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Why did they make this counter so high??&amp;nbsp; Luckily Sydney helped me up to see what was going on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-2567127816005649933?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2567127816005649933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-best-dog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/2567127816005649933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/2567127816005649933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-best-dog-day.html' title='Day 3:  Best dog day'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LnLdRRdFlVc/TYgNH4ET32I/AAAAAAAAABI/Mv8KmY3AjSY/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-8002627658468402654</id><published>2011-03-20T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:16:06.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2:  Things are looking up</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We had some real party action here last night with lots of kids and a night outing to look at the full moon!&amp;nbsp; It was great.&amp;nbsp; A night walk with all my new buds.&amp;nbsp; I love my boy Connor (even though he says I look like a Wambat - what the heck is that??).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9j0wWbyiPo/TYZeBuveLoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9YEUQqtBhg/s1600/IMG_0008_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9j0wWbyiPo/TYZeBuveLoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9YEUQqtBhg/s320/IMG_0008_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Katie G. also visited us and I LOVE her!&amp;nbsp; (even though she says I&amp;nbsp;look like a furry footstool!&amp;nbsp; I am sensing&amp;nbsp;a theme here.....but I still love all these kids!)&amp;nbsp; I twirled and twirled for them and drove that dog Ollie crazy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gWNAKNvO0Zo/TYZeT_4wX2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PU1N7grMVF0/s1600/IMG_0005_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gWNAKNvO0Zo/TYZeT_4wX2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PU1N7grMVF0/s320/IMG_0005_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sydney is the only one who doesn't make fun of me!&amp;nbsp; She is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to say good bye to my girl Carolyn this morning.&amp;nbsp; :(&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked her not to go, but she went anyway.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, at least I got to ride to the airport in her lap - and that was GREAT.&amp;nbsp; then a trip to Home Depot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sjl3MQmT-n8/TYZe9hDF5kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HIPDQ3uuZps/s1600/IMG_0012_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sjl3MQmT-n8/TYZe9hDF5kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HIPDQ3uuZps/s320/IMG_0012_1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Here I am helping Carolyn print her boarding pass - she never would have figured it out without me!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the positive side, Ollie and I played&amp;nbsp;together this morning.&amp;nbsp; He is so weird - he sticks his behind in my face and I finally realized he wanted me to play.&amp;nbsp; It was fun while it lasted, but I guess I am just too much of a woman for that wimp - he flaked out after just a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I did get some good advice from Ollie's cousin, Roland.&amp;nbsp; I hear he is a real rightous dude.&amp;nbsp; Ollie growled about Roland not playing with a full bag of dog biscuits.&amp;nbsp; oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-8002627658468402654?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8002627658468402654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-things-are-looking-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/8002627658468402654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/8002627658468402654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-2-things-are-looking-up.html' title='Day 2:  Things are looking up'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B9j0wWbyiPo/TYZeBuveLoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N9YEUQqtBhg/s72-c/IMG_0008_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533027436701709565.post-1482481944053809396</id><published>2011-03-19T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T19:11:02.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Bowie Bedlam:  My first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiTgI90-UQ/TYVhFpahB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GW4AmE5AiDM/s1600/DSC00028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiTgI90-UQ/TYVhFpahB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GW4AmE5AiDM/s320/DSC00028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ollie, AKA devil dog &lt;/div&gt;These Bowie boys are a couple of knuckleheads.&amp;nbsp; Stanley, the big one, is not so bad, but the little one, Ollie is a real putz.&amp;nbsp; First he grabbed my bone and took off with it; then my toy.&amp;nbsp; To add insult to injury, he also ate most of my dinner!!!&amp;nbsp; What do you expect for a dog who looks like Mr. Burns with pointy ears?&amp;nbsp; (The Simpsons overbite meets Mr. Spock!).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the people here are pretty nice.&amp;nbsp; But everytime I try to get close to the mom, that stupid Ollie snaps at me!&amp;nbsp; I don't know what his problem is - just because I run around and around him, turning fun flips and tricks, and sometimes over him.....doesn't he know how to have some fun???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there is my boy Bobby, a real cool dude.&amp;nbsp; more on this later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533027436701709565-1482481944053809396?l=bonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1482481944053809396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-at-bowie-bedlam-my-first-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/1482481944053809396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533027436701709565/posts/default/1482481944053809396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bonblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-at-bowie-bedlam-my-first-day.html' title='Life at Bowie Bedlam:  My first day'/><author><name>Sadie's Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369338750714937588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQti7hd1HJk/TYVc57MfePI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mOUYG-7Crko/s220/sadie.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wHiTgI90-UQ/TYVhFpahB4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/GW4AmE5AiDM/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
