<?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-7648463808293875096</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:41:40.528-06:00</updated><category term='Pet Hotel'/><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Inside a Dog's mind</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything you want to know about Sargeant Chico Rivera</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-8994905273995479968</id><published>2011-03-30T16:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T16:56:07.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabies!!</title><content type='html'>Dog, oh dog, I am now a grand-paw! I never expected to be old enough to become a grand-paw and I never looked forward to it but now that it has happened, it isn't so bad. Raree is so cute, who wouldn't love to be her grand-paw. Everytime she comes over, I can't get over how much she has grown. I try to get a good look at her but the people won't let me too close, I don't get it. When she cries, I am right there, trying to make her feel better but the people shoo me away. What's up with that? I can tell before any of them when she needs a clean diaper too, but do you think they appreciate it? They just shoo me away. I don't think it is necessary to use all those baby wipes when they are changing it either, but they just shoo me away. I try to remind them where they sat the pacifer down, "Shoo!". Just wait till she is older and can talk. She will tell them how she likes me best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-8994905273995479968?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8994905273995479968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=8994905273995479968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8994905273995479968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8994905273995479968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/rabies.html' title='Rabies!!'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2676727228421537999</id><published>2009-06-27T06:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:33:00.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Marshmallows Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkLpfdQO0xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4QPFP5rp3tI/s1600-h/Lucky+Charms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351096033907495698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkLpfdQO0xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4QPFP5rp3tI/s200/Lucky+Charms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a time when dog food was not something I thought much about. It all tasted good to me. Then one day, my people gave me some new food that had these wonderful little round, tasty morsels. There was only about 1 of these tasty bits per 30 of the other stuff but I wish it had more. If you can imagine a bowl full of Lucky Charms. There is this whole bowl full of normal, average cereal, then every few spoonfuls, your mouths gets treated with the sweet tasty marshmallows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the way this dog food was for me, only, it got to where I craved the marshmallows and no longer wanted the cereal. I did my best to extract the good things from the bland rest which is no easy task...have you noticed my jowls? It was all I could think about. When the marshmallows were gone, I tried letting my people know I wanted more. They didn't understand. I would pat my bowl with my paw, my usual signal that I need more food, but they would see the bland, normal food in the bowl and ignore my request. They aren't as smart as I would like them to be sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often had to resort to eating the bland cereal when I got hungry enough but I loved it when they would fill my bowl with a new batch, with marshmallows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there were no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had a marshmallow for a long time now. I've gotten used to eating the bland cereal again with no problems but at night, I still dream about marshmallows. &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/7648463808293875096-2676727228421537999?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2676727228421537999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2676727228421537999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2676727228421537999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2676727228421537999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-have-all-marshmallows-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Marshmallows Gone?'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkLpfdQO0xI/AAAAAAAAAEs/4QPFP5rp3tI/s72-c/Lucky+Charms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-521176194594716236</id><published>2009-06-24T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:27:29.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkKaMI5csVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FBN-vTUqCM/s1600-h/chico+in+hotel+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351008840607117650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkKaMI5csVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FBN-vTUqCM/s200/chico+in+hotel+bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been lucky this year. I got two great vacations at the pet resort hotel. I had a great time. Unfortunately, I had to drag my little sister Rosie along, (adopted, not related by blood), but it wasn't so bad most of the time. At least she doesn't tattle on me. It could get a little uncomfortable if she told my people everything I did. If she ever decided to start ratting me out, I would have to tell on her to pay her back. Don't think she would like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I lost a little weight, made some great friends. Hope to see them again someday. When they came to take us to the lobby, I was expecting to see my people waiting for me. My tail (and bum) was in great form, ready to greet them. I was shocked to find some strange guy there to pick us up. I thought the hotel had made a mistake and I didn't want to leave with him until I saw that he had my leash. I knew it was ok because how else would he have my own leash if it wasn't ok with the woman and the boss, plus, he had a car. I love to ride in cars so I knew he was an ok fellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took us straight home and I was disappointed to be put into the back yard. It wasn't so bad at first, but it started getting really late and I was still out there. Rosie was still wandering around too. She likes being out at night, but, I wanted my dinner snack. The boss always gives me something from his people food. I didn't get dinner or my snack. I barked many, many, many times, but I was still outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The later it got, the more I was sure they forgot about me so I jumped over the gate they close sometimes to keep themselves on the deck. I knocked on the door...several times, but no response. I tried my knock and bark combo trick. Nothing! They were being very quiet. I thought they were hiding from me, so I started to scratch the window. That always works. The woman always rushes to let me in if I have to resort to that. But, that didn't work either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was tempted to start chewing on the deck chair cushions but I just didn't have it in me. I just wanted some food and my bed. It was almost midnight and I was still outside in the dark. It was cold for a mid-June night so I went to the other window and started scratching the window screen. I thought for sure this would work and it did. A car finally pulled up letting me know that my strategy paid off, but not before the screen was in shreds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My joy was short-lived though. I heard them pull up and I heard them walking around and talking but they still didn't let me in. I thought, "What is their problem?" I was tempted to shred the screen some more but decided to whine a little instead so they would know how impatient I was. After what seemed an eternity, another car pulled up and I was soon in the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I forgave them quickly. That's just the kind of dog I am. I never hold a grudge. Some warm hearted greetings to everyone and a little snack, I was back in my own bed. I love to go on vacation, but I have to admit, my own bed is the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7648463808293875096-521176194594716236?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/521176194594716236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=521176194594716236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/521176194594716236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/521176194594716236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-vacation.html' title='Great Vacation'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SkKaMI5csVI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1FBN-vTUqCM/s72-c/chico+in+hotel+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-3960548516151263452</id><published>2009-06-01T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:07:15.999-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rail is Rere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SiRQ4JaDglI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qw8f1Ek7h18/s1600-h/5-4-09+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342483983496348242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SiRQ4JaDglI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qw8f1Ek7h18/s320/5-4-09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get to go get the mail. I make the boss think I like getting the mail but actually, I am just scoping out my next get-away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it away yesterday again. I didn't get to be out long before they caught me and dragged me back but it was a few seconds of blissful freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why they get all up in a tizzy everytime I go for a run. Don't they know I was planning to come back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-3960548516151263452?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3960548516151263452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=3960548516151263452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3960548516151263452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3960548516151263452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/rail-is-rere.html' title='The Rail is Rere!'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SiRQ4JaDglI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qw8f1Ek7h18/s72-c/5-4-09+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-9197830053818411900</id><published>2009-05-09T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:26:08.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the Cars go by...and the cats, and the kids....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgYCAgTq_tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u_lgaQHeX-k/s1600-h/5-4-09+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333953016362630866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgYCAgTq_tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u_lgaQHeX-k/s320/5-4-09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overprotective?? I don't know the meaning of the word. Part of my job is to protect my owner's property. I take my job seriously, so don't come around thinking you are going to sneak up on me.  I SEE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-9197830053818411900?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/9197830053818411900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=9197830053818411900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/9197830053818411900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/9197830053818411900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-cars-go-byand-cats-and-kids.html' title='Watching the Cars go by...and the cats, and the kids....'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgYCAgTq_tI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u_lgaQHeX-k/s72-c/5-4-09+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-8828934594921161282</id><published>2009-05-04T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:41:21.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Final!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sf82jaU6AXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nd6I4XTRLAI/s1600-h/5-09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332040465820287346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sf82jaU6AXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nd6I4XTRLAI/s320/5-09+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         I need a bigger suitcase, I can't fit my favorite pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the word that the family vacation is ON! Pet Hotel, here I come. I heard the woman making my reservations on the phone. I better start packing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost out of breath bones. How am I going to impress the girls with bad breath? I also need a bath, as much as I hate to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-8828934594921161282?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8828934594921161282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=8828934594921161282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8828934594921161282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8828934594921161282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-final.html' title='It&apos;s Final!!'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sf82jaU6AXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nd6I4XTRLAI/s72-c/5-09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2800267852086682591</id><published>2009-05-02T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:21:16.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dremels for Everything</title><content type='html'>The Master got a dremel for Christmas. I've listened to them all talk about how you can use that tool for just about everything. Well, today, they used it on me. They decided that they were going to file down my toe nails. I fought them as best as I could but in the end...the Dremel won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-2800267852086682591?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2800267852086682591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2800267852086682591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2800267852086682591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2800267852086682591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/dremels-for-everything.html' title='Dremels for Everything'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-8907121896424542643</id><published>2009-04-09T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:37:39.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hind Sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgdWtHy95EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5BRXUhBcblc/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334327616830563394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgdWtHy95EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5BRXUhBcblc/s320/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to go for rides in the car. The woman takes me more often these days. Some days, she likes to torture me. She grabs her purse and acts like she is ready to go, but then, she doesn't. I follow her around and try to remind her that she wants to leave, because I think she forgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run back and forth from her, to the garage door, back to her, back to the door. I even try to tell her but it just comes out like a whine. Still, I whine and whine, trying to say, "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we get in the car and we are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the back of the car, I have a disadvantage in that I can only see where we have been. It would be best if I could ride in the front but I tried that once and the woman and sis didn't get it. They worked really hard to pull me from the car even though I was doing my best to show them how much better it was to be in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather go than not go, so, I'll take the back if that is all I can get. The visability is a little poor. I have the back window but the other windows are kind of hard to see out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took me with her to go get sis from after-school band the other night and sis took a long time to come out from the band room. The woman rolled down the back windows and I crawled up as close as I could get and I COULD SEE! There were kids walking around and I could see them and even smell them. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they saw &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;! They actually went inside and told the other kids inside that there was a white car waiting outside with a dog. Sis recognized the description and came out soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to be helpful. I fear that without me, the woman would have waited there all night for sis to finally come out. Just knowing there was a white car was not enough, knowing there was a white car with a dog...well, that clinched it. What are the odds that two white cars would have a dog in it. What would they do without me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-8907121896424542643?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8907121896424542643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=8907121896424542643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8907121896424542643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8907121896424542643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/view-from-back.html' title='Hind Sight'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SgdWtHy95EI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5BRXUhBcblc/s72-c/IMG_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-8098044791032495334</id><published>2009-04-04T12:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T12:17:07.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Ye of Little Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdejETg-uuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YacKF0xLOU/s1600-h/IMG_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320900779114937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdejETg-uuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YacKF0xLOU/s200/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep hearing all the humans that visit the house asking, "Who writes Chico's blog?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you think is writing it???? And they say humans are smarter than dogs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-8098044791032495334?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8098044791032495334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=8098044791032495334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8098044791032495334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/8098044791032495334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-ye-of-little-faith.html' title='Oh Ye of Little Faith'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdejETg-uuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2YacKF0xLOU/s72-c/IMG_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2233753445340634126</id><published>2009-04-02T13:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:16:36.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdUdHcufzkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KwIGVY2F3GU/s1600-h/Running+Boxer+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190548615614018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdUdHcufzkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KwIGVY2F3GU/s200/Running+Boxer+II.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A rare opportunity reared it's head today for me and I just had to take it. The woman was cleaning off the porch with the door open this morning. I sat just inside the door like a good dog should. She started arranging the flowers in the pots and she was taking such a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the while, the new dog across the street was taunting me. He kept yapping at me, "Do it! Run, you wont get another chance."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't let him think I was chicken. I waited until she looked at me sitting so good just inside the door. After I let her see me, she turned her back and I took off. I was so fast, I made it around the corner before she even realized I was gone. Once I was out of sight, I slowed down and started to enjoy myself. Everyone along that street will know that it belongs to me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was afraid the new dog was going to rat me out before I made it away. He was barking...egging me on so. I told him to be quiet but he wouldn't listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I got all the way to the 4th house up the street before the woman drove up in the car. I thought about ignoring her but I love to ride in the car so much, I couldn't help it. I jumped in and we were back home in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will remember those 2 minutes for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-2233753445340634126?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2233753445340634126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2233753445340634126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2233753445340634126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2233753445340634126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SdUdHcufzkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KwIGVY2F3GU/s72-c/Running+Boxer+II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-6527681793632083738</id><published>2009-03-23T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:37:05.517-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pet Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SchjRaGgzEI/AAAAAAAAADs/J6C96ff6I8I/s1600-h/Dog+Meeting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316608510826433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SchjRaGgzEI/AAAAAAAAADs/J6C96ff6I8I/s200/Dog+Meeting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worried I won't get my vacation this year. The humans keep talking about where they are going to go, but summer is fast approaching and no decisions have been made. Here's the thing, if they don't go, then I don't get to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I'll do if I don't make it to the Pet Resort Hotel for 7-10 days of luxury and socializing! I don't get to hang out much with other dogs, man. I mean, let's face it, the guy behind is a snob, and the girls next door might be kind of cute..., yeah right, if you're like in to &lt;em&gt;old ladies&lt;/em&gt;, I'm talking men-o-paws-all of 'em. Plus, they never shut up or let me get a word in edge-wise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, there's the little fact that I get to let it all hang out while on vacation...yep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toe-ta-all-lee Nay-ked!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, ok, before you get all "&lt;em&gt;EE-YOO&lt;/em&gt;" on me, stop yer worrying, I keep my collar on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would'nt really go that far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7648463808293875096-6527681793632083738?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6527681793632083738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=6527681793632083738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6527681793632083738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6527681793632083738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SchjRaGgzEI/AAAAAAAAADs/J6C96ff6I8I/s72-c/Dog+Meeting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-4774982859600745734</id><published>2009-03-12T09:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:36:25.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ere You Left Your Room This Morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbk57xaj8QI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Eof2OxaU18/s1600-h/Praying+Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312340934500020482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbk57xaj8QI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Eof2OxaU18/s200/Praying+Dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbk3xug4b-I/AAAAAAAAADc/rf5DAPzUHp8/s1600-h/Chico+Praying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312338562899275746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbk3xug4b-I/AAAAAAAAADc/rf5DAPzUHp8/s200/Chico+Praying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbksf2oUO3I/AAAAAAAAADU/c4eB72D2sfY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's he trying to impress?&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/7648463808293875096-4774982859600745734?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4774982859600745734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=4774982859600745734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4774982859600745734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4774982859600745734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/ere-you-left-your-room-this-morning.html' title='Ere You Left Your Room This Morning...'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/Sbk57xaj8QI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Eof2OxaU18/s72-c/Praying+Dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-587063855579786760</id><published>2009-03-08T17:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:13:11.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SbRQgyw5Z9I/AAAAAAAAADM/zbKO4Simix4/s1600-h/Chico+%26+the+invisible+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310958384889554898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SbRQgyw5Z9I/AAAAAAAAADM/zbKO4Simix4/s200/Chico+%26+the+invisible+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel him, but I couldn't smell him or see him. I thought dogs were supposed to have a keen sense of smell and good eyesight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-587063855579786760?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/587063855579786760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=587063855579786760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/587063855579786760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/587063855579786760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/invisible-man.html' title='Invisible Man?'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SbRQgyw5Z9I/AAAAAAAAADM/zbKO4Simix4/s72-c/Chico+%26+the+invisible+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-4825270601368238851</id><published>2009-02-17T20:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:08:45.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZuJs2lkKoI/AAAAAAAAACg/f-eoEayQzP0/s1600-h/Over+shoulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303984389819214466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZuJs2lkKoI/AAAAAAAAACg/f-eoEayQzP0/s200/Over+shoulder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been pretty busy around here lately. Sister #3 married that guy who has been staying in my basement. There were parties and people hanging out here for days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am worn out. All this wedding stuff is pretty overwhelming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7648463808293875096-4825270601368238851?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4825270601368238851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=4825270601368238851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4825270601368238851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4825270601368238851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/lot-of-activity.html' title='A Lot of Activity'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZuJs2lkKoI/AAAAAAAAACg/f-eoEayQzP0/s72-c/Over+shoulder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2308881360267249321</id><published>2009-02-11T07:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T07:35:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZLh_VFFLiI/AAAAAAAAACY/tPap_Mtd2Yo/s1600-h/balloon_animal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301548189474958882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZLh_VFFLiI/AAAAAAAAACY/tPap_Mtd2Yo/s200/balloon_animal.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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bunch of women showed up last night. They brought presents for sister #3. They didn't let me open any of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the first guest arrived, I was so excited. I was showing off how flexible my back half can be, wiggling like you wouldn't believe, when they started feeding me my favorite bacon treats. They must have really liked my wiggles because they kept giving me more and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted kind of funny though. There was this little pink thing in this batch of bacon treats that didn't taste good. I kept spitting it out but as they fed me more and more bacon, I think I actually ended up swallowing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the party progressed and more people showed up, I was feeling a little tired. I mostly just laid down and watched. Every once in a while,I stood up on the back of the couch to give everyone on the couch a wet-willie; just to remind them I was there. I didn't have it in me to show off the flexibililty in my back end to everyone so only a few of the guests got to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know everyone is sad that I wasn't the life of the party. They seemed to have a little fun in spite of my lack of enthusiasm but I'll have to try harder next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.rene-marc.com/images/blog/balloon_animal.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.rene-marc.com/blog/2006&amp;amp;usg=__7cm-7YyCwfrcrkN2gUjBCKU-jXA=&amp;amp;h=150&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;sz=5&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=14&amp;amp;sig2=3J6SvJz4DImb85zCOsvYMQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=LRRnmBHvEY5L7M:&amp;amp;tbnh=78&amp;amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;ei=H-GSSb6mDIrMsAOfnKWtCw&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dballoon%2Banimal%2Bpic%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rlz%3D1T4DKUS_enUS296US296%26sa%3DG"&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/7648463808293875096-2308881360267249321?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2308881360267249321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2308881360267249321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2308881360267249321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2308881360267249321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SZLh_VFFLiI/AAAAAAAAACY/tPap_Mtd2Yo/s72-c/balloon_animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-5802026226888944068</id><published>2009-02-05T09:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:40:06.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding In Cars With Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SYsWR5Y8mCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7M2C6Em4sU/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299353883250563106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SYsWR5Y8mCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7M2C6Em4sU/s200/IMG_0703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to go for rides in the car. I used to go when the woman drove the Durango but when she got her new car, she stopped taking me along. I was heartbroken. Something about dog hair that wont come out of the upholstery and carpet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, she has been bringing me along in the mornings when the Blonde one goes to school. Some days, they even pick up a few strangers and that is so exciting. I love to reach up and give them wet-willies. They love it because they pet me and scratch my ears as a reward for my wet gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new car is not as good as the Durango. It is an Infinity FX45. I don't know why they would waste their money on this one. The dog spot in the back is too cramped and I have to stand the whole time, the window doesn't roll down for me to stick my head out or anything. I am not really complaining, I will take going for rides anytime, even if it means slumming it in an Infinity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-5802026226888944068?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5802026226888944068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=5802026226888944068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/5802026226888944068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/5802026226888944068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/02/riding-in-cars-with-anyone.html' title='Riding In Cars With Anyone'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SYsWR5Y8mCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/P7M2C6Em4sU/s72-c/IMG_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-7986699132100563505</id><published>2009-01-25T15:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:57:19.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrol</title><content type='html'>All this snow is putting a damper on my patrol routine. It is my job to patrol the parimeter. I have tried to do my job but the snow has been so deep, it makes it hard. I can only seem to keep up the minimum effort. I make up for it in the house by watching the front door. I also go out more often, I just don't stay out as long. It is hard work getting my people to let me out every 15 minutes then back in again 1 1/2 min.s later, but they are finally getting the idea. Phew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-7986699132100563505?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7986699132100563505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=7986699132100563505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/7986699132100563505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/7986699132100563505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/patrol.html' title='Patrol'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-4725779987512934882</id><published>2009-01-21T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:25:22.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they thinking?</title><content type='html'>My people started making me wear "shorts" again. I was just getting used to not having them on.  It took a while, but I was really getting the knack again of spreading my scent around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the new guy showed up, I really let the basement have it. He sleeps downstairs and I made it perfectly clear that this is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am going to do now with shorts on. Hopefully, the message I was able to send out before was good enough to last until next time they stop putting these darned shorts on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-4725779987512934882?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4725779987512934882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=4725779987512934882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4725779987512934882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4725779987512934882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What are they thinking?'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-3204561272798836438</id><published>2009-01-20T13:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:05:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SXY8IqUGwnI/AAAAAAAAACI/wpxBH8962OI/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293484531515834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SXY8IqUGwnI/AAAAAAAAACI/wpxBH8962OI/s200/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been a new guy hanging around. He seems pretty nice. I tested his ball playing skills and he does ok, but he smells different. I have been making sure he understands his place in the house heirarchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-3204561272798836438?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3204561272798836438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=3204561272798836438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3204561272798836438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3204561272798836438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-guy.html' title='New Guy'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SXY8IqUGwnI/AAAAAAAAACI/wpxBH8962OI/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-6226811406919391648</id><published>2008-09-06T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:57:28.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>This is why I dont like crazy random people coming to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh162/k_v_b/thebestthingevermu2vk2.gif" border="0" /&gt; For Cereals people.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I protect you from! and you only tell me "bad chico" :(&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/7648463808293875096-6226811406919391648?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6226811406919391648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=6226811406919391648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6226811406919391648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6226811406919391648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-6244757179988943912</id><published>2008-09-06T16:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:52:16.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Mites</title><content type='html'>I know, I haven't been writing lately :(&lt;br /&gt;but I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excuse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear Mites.&lt;br /&gt;Oh they hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I got them at the dog kennel when my family went out of town.&lt;br /&gt;My ear's... They're so SORE D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-6244757179988943912?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6244757179988943912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=6244757179988943912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6244757179988943912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6244757179988943912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/09/ear-mites.html' title='Ear Mites'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2144395227115001863</id><published>2008-05-25T10:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:10:12.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoot</title><content type='html'>Sister #1-3 came home this saturday&lt;br /&gt;brother#1 was gone though D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my humans wouldn't let me in or play with Brother-in-laws#1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had fun though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-2144395227115001863?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2144395227115001863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2144395227115001863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2144395227115001863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2144395227115001863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/whoot.html' title='Whoot'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-4040384245526495921</id><published>2008-05-08T10:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:25:40.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating off the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCXMKGhJ-wI/AAAAAAAAABY/hui8SyUkv_s/s1600-h/Photo_05%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198785818789542658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCXMKGhJ-wI/AAAAAAAAABY/hui8SyUkv_s/s200/Photo_05%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know about you but I dont like to eat off the floor. Humans dont understand this. They think that all dogs are pigs. We are not even related!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am a Boxer right? I have jowls...big, honkin huge jowls. When I eat...out of a bowl like any civilized animal, my jowls get loaded with food. Occasionally I like to look up and check out my surroundings as I grab a mouthful. Ok, so some food gets caught in my jowls, my big, honkin huge jowls, and when I look up, it has a tendency to fall out onto the ground. After a while, there is quite a bit of food on the ground around my bowl and my humans think I should eat it. Yeah right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Head Master decided that he was not going to put any fresh food into my bowl until I ate up all the food on the floor. Yeah right!! He told me that I had to eat it off the floor and I told him, "Ru ron't reat roff ra froor." ( he actually understood me right that time because he told the whole family about it but he still insisted I eat it anyway. I held my ground. By the end of the day, he had picked up each and every piece of food off the floor and put it into my bowl for me. I think that was a good compromise. I am not a pig but I don't mind an occasional morsel of food that was on the floor but is now in my bowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-4040384245526495921?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4040384245526495921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=4040384245526495921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4040384245526495921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/4040384245526495921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/eating-off-floor.html' title='Eating off the floor'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCXMKGhJ-wI/AAAAAAAAABY/hui8SyUkv_s/s72-c/Photo_05%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-5562116791183391812</id><published>2008-05-08T09:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:58:14.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystic Dog Psychic Present Powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCMhZigWQ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/IvAMquJQ6dc/s1600-h/Photo_042408_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198035117558612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCMhZigWQ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/IvAMquJQ6dc/s320/Photo_042408_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My humans have been having alot of birthday parties lately. It is fun!! Especially present time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They used to do "Heavy, Heavy Hangover... borrrinnggg!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, they let me do my dog psychic thing which is much better. They hold the present up for me to see and evaluate. Actually, I can smell what it is because I am a dog and dogs have an advanced sense of smell but dont tell them that because it would ruin the fun since they think that I am a dog present psychic. Once I know what it is, I send a telepathic message to Head Master and he tells everyone what I told him it is. He is not very good at it though because he misreads what I tell him ALOT but the humans think that is funny or something because they get a big kick out if it even though they think I am guessing wrong all the time when it is actually the fact that humans cant read dog's minds very well even though they think they can. Anyway, then they open the present to see if I was right. They take way too long to open a darn present so I have to help them open it because I am not very patient because I am a dog. Once it is open, they all laugh because either I was right or Head Master was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should rent myself out. Having a birthday party in the near future? Mystic Psychic Present Dog for hire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-5562116791183391812?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5562116791183391812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=5562116791183391812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/5562116791183391812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/5562116791183391812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/05/mystic-dog-psychic-present-powers.html' title='Mystic Dog Psychic Present Powers'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/SCMhZigWQ1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/IvAMquJQ6dc/s72-c/Photo_042408_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-3280221996492467443</id><published>2008-03-23T12:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:09:08.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>German</title><content type='html'>Some say dogs understand German.&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck do they say that?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, if a dog lives in Germany, I'm sure they'd understand German the way I understand English.&lt;br /&gt;I think people must get confused when they tell us something like "Setz!" Which sounds like sit, so we sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy German food though...&lt;br /&gt;fatty yummy German food&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying German Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;now THAT was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it gets frustrating... stereotypes people!   STEREOTYPES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-3280221996492467443?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3280221996492467443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=3280221996492467443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3280221996492467443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3280221996492467443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/03/german.html' title='German'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-3770993904066553342</id><published>2008-02-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:33:14.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHATS THAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22f8ff88756300b9" 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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22f8ff88756300b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330246104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85EA1D3E014C62DB122A8F20E63040FA0D13FEE4.1202E5988DF501A6EE48CA7659D0529834F0B4B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22f8ff88756300b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ZKuvPXcNnLS_zAVQdKKbDbYWp0&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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22f8ff88756300b9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330246104%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85EA1D3E014C62DB122A8F20E63040FA0D13FEE4.1202E5988DF501A6EE48CA7659D0529834F0B4B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22f8ff88756300b9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6ZKuvPXcNnLS_zAVQdKKbDbYWp0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my humans keeps carying a green box around and aiming at me before it makes a 'click' and flashes a blinding light in my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no idea what it is and I find it fairly annoying... She's been following me around every where D8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-3770993904066553342?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22f8ff88756300b9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3770993904066553342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=3770993904066553342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3770993904066553342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3770993904066553342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-that.html' title='WHATS THAT'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-3642798296925939946</id><published>2008-02-09T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:57:22.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chic-Loo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UICXal8992k/R6kK41J5dwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79fNc6Mj_Zc/s320/2008_0205Feb52008II0139"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UICXal8992k/R6kK41J5dwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79fNc6Mj_Zc/s320/2008_0205Feb52008II0139" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SOOOWRRY! I haven't written so long, I bet half of my readers stopped bothering to check my blog DX I just haven't done anything lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago it snowed at least two human feet, my humans didn't even leave like they normally do, but they actually joined me in the backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was so deep though, it was covering my stomache, so I stuck the the trails in the snow my masters made... even though they kept bribing me to run in the actual snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy made a big mound though and dug a hole out of it. They kept calling it a 'Chic-loo' and would go in and out of it, they wanted me to go in there too! NO WAY! It's cold enough staying OUT of the snow... But then they would throw my favorite dogs treats in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-3642798296925939946?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3642798296925939946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=3642798296925939946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3642798296925939946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/3642798296925939946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/02/chicken.html' title='Chic-Loo'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UICXal8992k/R6kK41J5dwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/79fNc6Mj_Zc/s72-c/2008_0205Feb52008II0139' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-395533218765831509</id><published>2008-01-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:11:52.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5fiRX--JAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BDGAXNXjozM/s1600-h/2007_0528kitty0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158840686299980802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5fiRX--JAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BDGAXNXjozM/s320/2007_0528kitty0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-hello.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have officially decided that writing everyday&lt;/em&gt; is to tough, maybe&lt;/span&gt; three times a week? Come on, I'm not cute enough to do something different every day. I eat. I sleep, and I bug my master to play with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was on a laptop today writing a post, but you know me, I'm all paws, no finger! I was about to click 'publish' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; highlighted my whole post, clicked enter and deleted the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remembered about the auto save and nearly jumped in joy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aand&lt;/span&gt; then it saved my post again. The post with nothing on it. How fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Today's&lt;/span&gt; post is mostly focused on my masters daughter's cat, Rosie. I do NOT understand that thing. She's a big selfish ball of gray fluff. All I want to do is play with her, maybe sniff her rear a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;, and I get a nose full of claws and my face covering with kitty spit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She walks around all proud and acts like she owns the house, I just get back at her by chasing her and licking her butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But why does that devil get more freedom then I? She gets to go outside (in the FRONT) when ever she pleases, and she's even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allowed&lt;/span&gt; in the living room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dining room&lt;/span&gt;, I'm NEVER allowed in there, I set even the tips of my claws in there and &lt;em&gt;"Chico NO!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The humans even complain about her, but she's.still.here. Luckily Dave blames her when I throw up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been working MY way up to their laps now though... They pet her so much, but she just turns around and scratches them, she doesn't deserve the lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-395533218765831509?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/395533218765831509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=395533218765831509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/395533218765831509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/395533218765831509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/rosie.html' title='Rosie'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5fiRX--JAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BDGAXNXjozM/s72-c/2007_0528kitty0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-105606637520182775</id><published>2008-01-22T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:34:18.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5aWR_v5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B-Vu7RbEu7c/s1600-h/DSCF3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158475659113766050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5aWR_v5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B-Vu7RbEu7c/s320/DSCF3253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-hello.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realized I can make millions...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're extremely comfortable, especially when they have that musty sent of your master&lt;br /&gt;right there on your face.&lt;br /&gt;it's a very comforting thing. (see the picture has my old ugly back-up collar? I sure learned my leason about collar eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can start selling them to my fellow dogs, I will become rich (in dog bones)! I'm sure I'll even have enough for my master, he would loove that; he's just so kind and unselfish that he always gives ME the treats, but then there would be enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed 13 1/2 human inches last night and it has still been snowing slightly. How fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My humans left me home alone today when they took the human pups off who knows where they go every morning in the cold season.  It was extremely lonely and I'm sure they thought someone else was home, they're so paranoid about giving me any freedom, I feel like a newborn pup.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I then realized one was home; she was just asleep. So much for that party, huh? At least they didn't dump me in the snow like they normally do. Boy, do I wish for some sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-105606637520182775?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/105606637520182775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=105606637520182775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/105606637520182775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/105606637520182775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/pillows.html' title='Pillows'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5aWR_v5nKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/B-Vu7RbEu7c/s72-c/DSCF3253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-2663259069723236915</id><published>2008-01-21T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:43:11.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeeky Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5Tkifv5nII/AAAAAAAAAAU/5lkYZNXdYyk/s1600-h/DSCF3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157998754535152770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5Tkifv5nII/AAAAAAAAAAU/5lkYZNXdYyk/s320/DSCF3273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-hello.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dave (my master) cam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e home and what do you&lt;/em&gt; know? He brought me a new leather collar-first one since I ate my last one-and he also brought an orange... noisey octopus. And what now, he stuck a tag on my new collar! I mean seriously, I'm not a cat! I jingle every time I walk now, how manly is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the stupid octopus? It's driving me crazy; it never stops squeeking, no matter how violently I chew and bite at it. I'm sure it would be dead by now, especially when it lays there silently, but suddenly when I touch it, SQUEEEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've tried everything now, I've even offered it to my humans, but they just throw it or scold me and shoo me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I'll be able to 'kill' it today, wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I woke up before dawn today and had to pee. My master finally heard me crying to let me out, and yes, SNOW! There's probably a good cat's height or even a few paws more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5TnB_v5nJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WZVw5vMm0w/s1600-h/DSCF3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158001494724287634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5TnB_v5nJI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WZVw5vMm0w/s320/DSCF3274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't even tell where the sidewalks are; it's just all snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-2663259069723236915?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2663259069723236915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=2663259069723236915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2663259069723236915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/2663259069723236915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/squeeky-octopus.html' title='Squeeky Octopus'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5Tkifv5nII/AAAAAAAAAAU/5lkYZNXdYyk/s72-c/DSCF3273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7648463808293875096.post-6637805434349372397</id><published>2008-01-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:01:20.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5TdV_v5nHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVyHb2qkMng/s1600-h/2006_0624fallsstewart0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990843205393522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5TdV_v5nHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVyHb2qkMng/s320/2006_0624fallsstewart0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please, did you expect another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scooby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Chico Rivera, a male boxer currently in my 20's, or YOU could say I'm still in the one digits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to keep my posts short, I am a dog wearing a diaper after all, and paws aren't that easy to use when typing! But over time you might become interested about me, my master, and his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having someone working on a custom layout for me also! Won't that be fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to post daily. So welcome into the Mind of Chico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7648463808293875096-6637805434349372397?l=chicodogsmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6637805434349372397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7648463808293875096&amp;postID=6637805434349372397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6637805434349372397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7648463808293875096/posts/default/6637805434349372397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicodogsmind.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-hello.html' title='Well, Hello'/><author><name>Chico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14288736547691804848</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/-Oeq_wLLWyC8/TZOyhIoIWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAe1nRhb3vQ/s220/Susan%2B3-09%2B017.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uo5o-ZdCHzI/R5TdV_v5nHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVyHb2qkMng/s72-c/2006_0624fallsstewart0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
