<?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-5456888542851150955</id><updated>2012-02-08T10:53:42.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Dog Romping</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6637662784851134600</id><published>2012-02-07T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T22:13:17.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is Winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AU8BNtQvqqo/TzHgLNcceWI/AAAAAAAABC0/y1p_ViFFvqA/s1600/Jan%2B3%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AU8BNtQvqqo/TzHgLNcceWI/AAAAAAAABC0/y1p_ViFFvqA/s400/Jan%2B3%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706588686047279458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy took a picture of me.  I think she was really taking a picture of the only snow flake of the year...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you heard me - no snow....well....not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait..I dream...I hope...I wait all year for the fun of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pout, Pout, Pout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been recovering from a boo-boo.  I hurt my knee.  I don't know how, but it hurt for a while. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad took good care of me...but would not let me romp, or jump in and out of the truck, or do my usual speed demon run.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did pony up the cheese when they had to give me pills...I miss the cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUMoXcnhRjA/TzHfThTizFI/AAAAAAAABCk/Jmf_xvi-B5I/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UUMoXcnhRjA/TzHfThTizFI/AAAAAAAABCk/Jmf_xvi-B5I/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706587729305979986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zsa Zsa and I are friends now.  As long as she doesn't try to come between me and my Mommy things are good.  She knows I have a paper addiction...she has access to counter tops....its a win - win.&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/5456888542851150955-6637662784851134600?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6637662784851134600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6637662784851134600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6637662784851134600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6637662784851134600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2012/02/where-is-winter.html' title='Where is Winter?'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AU8BNtQvqqo/TzHgLNcceWI/AAAAAAAABC0/y1p_ViFFvqA/s72-c/Jan%2B3%2B%25289%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-8964407615873404413</id><published>2010-04-11T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:54:26.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my evil step-sister.  She thinks she owns the place.&lt;br /&gt;She sits on my Mom and acts like she owns her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S8KGlx7MCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/KHkkfJbvC9I/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S8KGlx7MCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/KHkkfJbvC9I/s400/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459073681941334498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the Number One Son.&lt;br /&gt;I am the warm body that lies against her legs every night.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one by her side when nothing else is going right.&lt;br /&gt;I am there to help her clean up the pine cones in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;I am there to lick her scratched knees and bumped elbows.&lt;br /&gt;I am there when she is digging in the garden or painting in the kitchen -&lt;br /&gt;and I NEVER step in her paint or get my nose in her glue.&lt;br /&gt;I am the superior child and she is a dirty no goodnik.&lt;br /&gt;Except when she is willing to swat paper or socks from the top of the chest of drawers,&lt;br /&gt;down to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S8KGlcYbhAI/AAAAAAAAA88/W7z_3PfWjyg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S8KGlcYbhAI/AAAAAAAAA88/W7z_3PfWjyg/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459073676158403586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-8964407615873404413?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/8964407615873404413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=8964407615873404413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8964407615873404413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8964407615873404413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2010/04/dogs-rule.html' title='Dogs Rule'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S8KGlx7MCeI/AAAAAAAAA9E/KHkkfJbvC9I/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-8607454915481049868</id><published>2010-01-22T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:12:39.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Freeze</title><content type='html'>Ah the joy of re-frozen snow....so scratchy on my back...so cold and delicious in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;Love the icy-ness and crunchiness on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads are drying and Mom is walking me more which is good for her but mostly good for me.  When will they let me off the leash and run run run and be freeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;My coat looks so good when I run freeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;I am not vain...it is just fact.&lt;br /&gt;And besides, Mommy says so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-8607454915481049868?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/8607454915481049868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=8607454915481049868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8607454915481049868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8607454915481049868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-freeze.html' title='Re-Freeze'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2994981512337816823</id><published>2010-01-03T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:22:28.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poor Mommy, she is so poorly designed for romping in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only has two paws on the ground and she has to put on so many extra skins just to go out and then takes them all off when she comes in.  It takes her forever to get ready to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also gets very mad when I run and pull too hard on the leash, but I get so excited, I want to play and roll and play and snuffle and roll.  And she walks so slow, like she doesn't want to slip and slide on the driveway like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mommy...I know not having a glorious tail is hard on her, but only having two paws on the ground seems to be a real handicap.   I try to go slow and be patient with her, but sometimes I get going and forget....poor Mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2994981512337816823?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2994981512337816823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2994981512337816823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2994981512337816823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2994981512337816823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2010/01/poor-mommy-she-is-so-poorly-designed.html' title=''/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-1900043894226264291</id><published>2010-01-03T12:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:51:04.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DY-hg778I/AAAAAAAAA5o/-enLsgqmpOc/s1600-h/Jan+3+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DY-hg778I/AAAAAAAAA5o/-enLsgqmpOc/s200/Jan+3+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422572520014081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DY-WNNhGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/F6yK_70M9ls/s1600-h/Jan+3+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DY-WNNhGI/AAAAAAAAA5g/F6yK_70M9ls/s200/Jan+3+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422572516978558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DYagf1SYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/s9kyVV4rTYY/s1600-h/snow+flake+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DYagf1SYI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/s9kyVV4rTYY/s400/snow+flake+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               Fabulous morning romp!  Thanks Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /&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/5456888542851150955-1900043894226264291?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/1900043894226264291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=1900043894226264291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1900043894226264291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1900043894226264291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2010/01/fabulous-morning-romp-thanks-mom.html' title='Morning Snow'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/S0DY-hg778I/AAAAAAAAA5o/-enLsgqmpOc/s72-c/Jan+3+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2357397031904267557</id><published>2009-12-20T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:30:24.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas List</title><content type='html'>1) That Zsa Zsa learns her lesson the next time she hides under the Christmas tree (and Mom yells at her) instead of playing with me.&lt;br /&gt;2) Snow&lt;br /&gt;3) Tennis Balls&lt;br /&gt;4) Mommy gets to stay home and sleep, walk, snuggle, scratch my back, and toss tennis balls all day long.&lt;br /&gt;5) Chicken Parmesan&lt;br /&gt;6) An off leash run at a rabbit farm&lt;br /&gt;7) An off leash run at the lake&lt;br /&gt;8) Granny&lt;br /&gt;9) Peace on Earth&lt;br /&gt;10) Snow (did I say that already?  well it bears repeating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/Sy6JNQe58nI/AAAAAAAAA5E/d-jvzPPul54/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/Sy6JNQe58nI/AAAAAAAAA5E/d-jvzPPul54/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417418262629184114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2357397031904267557?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2357397031904267557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2357397031904267557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2357397031904267557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2357397031904267557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-list.html' title='My Christmas List'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/Sy6JNQe58nI/AAAAAAAAA5E/d-jvzPPul54/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2900503388753609048</id><published>2009-12-15T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:34:26.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Romp Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SyhiO0kf__I/AAAAAAAAA40/-fL4_izEAGw/s1600-h/Murphy%27s+Been+Malled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SyhiO0kf__I/AAAAAAAAA40/-fL4_izEAGw/s400/Murphy%27s+Been+Malled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415686558682447858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I went for a nice long walk after work then came back and sat on the couch and waited for Daddy to come home.  She let me chase after some excellent smells.  The snow has been melting and there are fewer places for me to roll around but we found a good one right in our own driveway and Mom always lets me get my roll on.&lt;br /&gt;When the snow melts there are more smells so there is a trade off.&lt;br /&gt;My sister Zsa Zsa has been causing trouble with the Christmas Tree.  It is her first year and I don't think she understands that the tree is not for her to play on.  Mom keeps a squirt bottle nearby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SyhjHNyquOI/AAAAAAAAA48/0dt09vfrQcE/s1600-h/Under+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SyhjHNyquOI/AAAAAAAAA48/0dt09vfrQcE/s400/Under+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415687527525431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zsa Zsa likes to pretend we can't see her.  She isn't fooling anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2900503388753609048?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2900503388753609048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2900503388753609048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2900503388753609048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2900503388753609048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2009/12/post-romp-rest.html' title='Post Romp Rest'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SyhiO0kf__I/AAAAAAAAA40/-fL4_izEAGw/s72-c/Murphy%27s+Been+Malled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-7839456332067238889</id><published>2009-12-01T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:46:27.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxnlO_P-5oI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8Py52u7-Was/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxnlO_P-5oI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8Py52u7-Was/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411608472921761410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!  Snow!  I had forgotten all about it until Mommy took me outside to romp and there it was!  I love rolling around in the snow, rubbing my back in the cool wetness.  Mommy does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxnlOSxxlhI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1s-h0-AzrHA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxnlOSxxlhI/AAAAAAAAA4E/1s-h0-AzrHA/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411608460983899666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-7839456332067238889?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/7839456332067238889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=7839456332067238889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/7839456332067238889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/7839456332067238889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2009/12/finally-snow-i-had-forgotten-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxnlO_P-5oI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8Py52u7-Was/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6614117672942328620</id><published>2009-11-28T19:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:42:20.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxG_8iVZk-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/WA-Lh-QrkFk/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxG_8iVZk-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/WA-Lh-QrkFk/s400/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409315674178294754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my sister Zsa Zsa (the one on the right).  She came to live with us in April and she thinks she is the boss of me.  Well, let me tell you....she is just a whiney, greedy, hungry, stinky cat.&lt;br /&gt;She is not special.&lt;br /&gt;She is not the center of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;She is not all that cute.&lt;br /&gt;She is not all that soft.&lt;br /&gt;She is not the favorite child - I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6614117672942328620?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6614117672942328620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6614117672942328620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6614117672942328620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6614117672942328620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sister.html' title='My Sister.'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SxG_8iVZk-I/AAAAAAAAA2k/WA-Lh-QrkFk/s72-c/114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2595033466815315979</id><published>2009-01-17T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:45:54.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Romp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/3203020221/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3203020221_b715ce86fa_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/3203020221/"&gt;Morning Romp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I got Daddy to go outside and play with me in the new snow!  We got lots and lots of new snow!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is like swimming!  &lt;br /&gt;We go out and I swim through the snow and Daddy runs along behind me.&lt;br /&gt;This picture looks like I am attacking him, but not really!  &lt;br /&gt;He leaned back into the snow and I am rolling around with him.  Mommy wasn't any fun and stayed inside taking pictures.  Silly Mommy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2595033466815315979?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2595033466815315979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2595033466815315979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2595033466815315979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2595033466815315979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-romp.html' title='Morning Romp'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3115/3203020221_b715ce86fa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2714486327156882848</id><published>2008-12-07T15:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:30:29.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/3089452751/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/3089452751_164d21d503_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 546px; height: 149px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/3089452751/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/3089452751/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was I thinking?  Winter is my favorite season!  There is nothing as wonderful as a romp in the snow.  Nothing as satisfying as burying my nose in a fresh pile of newly landed snow, except maybe rolling in it with my paws in the air, scratching myself on the icey crust below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/STwwEfJQVMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/3g5bGt9PPX8/s1600-h/DSCF4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/STwwEfJQVMI/AAAAAAAAAzU/3g5bGt9PPX8/s400/DSCF4011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277145717009306818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/STwxXKfa3WI/AAAAAAAAAzc/5nC30fOW7qw/s1600-h/rolling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/STwxXKfa3WI/AAAAAAAAAzc/5nC30fOW7qw/s400/rolling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277147137394269538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2714486327156882848?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2714486327156882848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2714486327156882848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2714486327156882848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2714486327156882848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/12/murphy-trail.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/3089452751_164d21d503_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-3484793089241825415</id><published>2008-10-13T11:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:06:40.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqIwpVEBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pe0fOHetkkI/s1600-h/backyard.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661888801247250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqIwpVEBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pe0fOHetkkI/s400/backyard.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is Summer over?  How did that happen?  This has been the greatest year of my life (I am 2 and can't really remember the first one too much) and it is ending???  Why can't we go on swimming and romping, why do things have to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJOWPzXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Uc6JNjPIWoo/s1600-h/blankie.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661896774274418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJOWPzXI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Uc6JNjPIWoo/s400/blankie.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does this mean Granny is going away?  I haven't seen her in a long long time now.  When we go to Granny's house in the woods I get to have two mommies and that is the BEST!  She knows how to sneak me tasty tidbits from her plate when we eat out on the porch.  She likes it when I am the first one up in the morning and come sit on her bed.  Well, sometimes I make her squeak...if I hop on the bed and wake her up with a kiss.  She is funny when she is waking up.  Granny smells like Mommy and Granny, my favorite smells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJKHS3XI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8H0vbdgy_sE/s1600-h/DSCF5487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661895637818738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJKHS3XI/AAAAAAAAAyk/8H0vbdgy_sE/s400/DSCF5487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJiLNvBI/AAAAAAAAAys/YUbBAr-2EVU/s1600-h/DSCF5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661902096710674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJiLNvBI/AAAAAAAAAys/YUbBAr-2EVU/s400/DSCF5490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When will I get to swim again?  I am an excellent swimmer and stick retriever.  I am good at getting sticks in the woods too, but it is most fun when I get wet.  Daddy and I can play stick in the lake forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is even better?  Tennis balls!  Tennis balls are one of life's great pleasures!  Tennis balls are so wonderful I hate to give them up.  Mom keeps two in her pocket so when I have one, she has one too.  She must love tennis balls too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy turns to go inside, I run up to her side and put the tennis ball in her hand.  But I am quick!  As soon as she starts to take it, I turn and run!  She knows I love to play!  She knows I love my tennis balls.  She will turn and start to walk back and I will run back to her quick and stick my mouth in her hand with the tennis ball and she will try and grab it, but I am too fast!  Too fast for Mommy!  Ha Ha!  She gets tired of this game, I never do.  This is why she keeps the second tennis ball too.  If I won't give her mine, she will offer me hers....I sometimes drop mine in my excitement...she throws hers and I chase and she grabs mine.  Clever Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;We do this alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good swimmer and a fast runner.  Running in the woods is so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;No leash!  No leash!  No leash!  This is why Granny's house in the woods is the BEST! &lt;br /&gt;NO LEASH!&lt;br /&gt;I can go outside by myself if I want to.  I can explore the woods and follow strange smells of other local residents.  I can visit the Uncles in the little house, I can visit the workmen next door, I can go swimming, I can visit stuck up cousin Chloe who doesn't really like to play with me.  She thinks she is SO SUPERIOR, like she isn't even a dog.  Poor Chloe, doesn't even know she is a dog.  Doesn't know how to play in the woods.  Doesn't have any tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJ5Nd7aI/AAAAAAAAAy0/lwLqcHFn0GM/s1600-h/fly.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256661908280176034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqJ5Nd7aI/AAAAAAAAAy0/lwLqcHFn0GM/s400/fly.jpg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Summer means long rides in the truck.  Summer means Granny.  Summer means swimming.  Summer means NO LEASH when I am in the woods.  Summer means many wonderful smells that you need to smell to believe!  Summer means cousins with two legs and four.  Summer means longer walks when Mommy comes home from work.  Summer is the best.  I think this year I will keep it Summer all year long.  I will tell Mom and Dad to work on that.  They are smart, they will figure something out.  I think it is a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&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/5456888542851150955-3484793089241825415?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/3484793089241825415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=3484793089241825415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/3484793089241825415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/3484793089241825415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/10/endless-summer.html' title='Endless Summer?'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SPNqIwpVEBI/AAAAAAAAAyU/pe0fOHetkkI/s72-c/backyard.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-1909994446046942314</id><published>2008-09-29T15:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:51:47.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I The Center Of The Universe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SOExKIS3N-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ozQFKLdLctY/s1600-h/3.7.07.2+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251532690585761762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SOExKIS3N-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ozQFKLdLctY/s400/3.7.07.2+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All knowledge, the totality of all questions and all answers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;is contained in the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Franze Kafka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thunk - Franz is a dog person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-1909994446046942314?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/1909994446046942314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=1909994446046942314&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1909994446046942314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1909994446046942314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/09/am-i-center-of-universe.html' title='Am I The Center Of The Universe?'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SOExKIS3N-I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ozQFKLdLctY/s72-c/3.7.07.2+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6926628892235712693</id><published>2008-09-07T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:24:12.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Retriever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2813116252/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2813116252_580ed6ecf0_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2813116252/"&gt;Perfect Retriever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love to swim.  I have webbed feet that help me swim and swim and swim as much as I want.  I love to swim almost as much as I love to chew sticks.  When I get to do both it is the best of all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mommy throws a very good stick!&lt;br /&gt;I am the best at getting it back to her!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6926628892235712693?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6926628892235712693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6926628892235712693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6926628892235712693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6926628892235712693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-retriever.html' title='Perfect Retriever'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3159/2813116252_580ed6ecf0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-1860111988216683889</id><published>2008-07-27T00:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:39:45.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SIv5rZ6qHKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O4UcYEe92o0/s1600-h/005+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546316580199586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SIv5rZ6qHKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O4UcYEe92o0/s400/005+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been absent for some time and I apologize to all my friends, fans and stalkers for leaving you high and dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been romping in the woods on weekends at the camp and taking care of Daddy while he has been home sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are kidney stones?  What are gall stones?  It seems he has them both and they are very very bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I like stones in general.  Occaisionally I like to play with one like a soccer ball, or pick one up like a tennis ball.  I have even been known to carry them into the cabin and make piles of rocks behind my couch.  I can't see Daddy's stones, but he holds his tummy and says they hurt.  He has stayed home with me alot lately which I like.  I sit with him, or we take naps together.  Mommy comes home after work and we play in the back yard and when I make my contribution to her poop collection, we play stick and I become a fierce woodland creature, like a Beaver on steroids! &lt;br /&gt;I like it when we go to Granny's camp in the woods.  We cook good stuff, like meatloaf tonight and chicken last night, and I get to play outside without my leash, as much as I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night we come in, watch alittle TV, chew a bone or two, and go to bed.  I love to sleep in my Daddy's arms.  He needs me to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is doing ok.  She and I have our routine, even though I don't get to be with her in the day time she knows I love her lots and lots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-1860111988216683889?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/1860111988216683889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=1860111988216683889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1860111988216683889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1860111988216683889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-been-absent-for-some-time-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SIv5rZ6qHKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/O4UcYEe92o0/s72-c/005+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-9039257293507882852</id><published>2008-05-26T14:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:38:19.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>King of the Couch</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy know how much I like pillows. Sometimes Daddy tucks me in even though I am perfectly comfortable in my own fur. Daddy is so silly.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SDtiBXspMrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TLVkla-3MMk/s1600-h/DSCF4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204861570037396146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SDtiBXspMrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TLVkla-3MMk/s320/DSCF4296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do appreciate the couch they bought me. I share it with Mom every evening when we all watch TV. The rest of the day the bed and the couch is all mine.&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, all I do all day is wait for Mom to come home.&lt;br /&gt;I am patient, I know she will be back, I know she loves me best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1292/a2489590006ef4e9af3bd0564c1c0ef5/image1514.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1292/a2489590006ef4e9af3bd0564c1c0ef5/image1401.jpg"&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/5456888542851150955-9039257293507882852?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/9039257293507882852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=9039257293507882852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9039257293507882852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9039257293507882852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/05/king-of-couch.html' title='King of the Couch'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SDtiBXspMrI/AAAAAAAAAhA/TLVkla-3MMk/s72-c/DSCF4296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-8492724477487943292</id><published>2008-05-14T20:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:59:18.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuJ_jTTkiI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/hRtLYTJkADY/s1600-h/new+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuEkzTTkgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PzbOeERwJRs/s1600-h/Swimming.2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200395962510709250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuEkzTTkgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PzbOeERwJRs/s320/Swimming.2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me. I learned how to swim last summer and getting a stick from the lake is almost my favorite thing ever. The days are getting longer and warmer here. I wonder when Mom and Dad will take me back to the lake? I wonder if there will be plenty of sticks? I like rocks too, but they don't float. The longer days now are good. Mommy can take me on more walks after work. Mommy is a good walk taker, and she likes to walk at night but I don't like to do my business in the dark. So longer days are better for me.&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing is longer days at the lake. Longer days and longer nights with Mommy and Daddy at the lake. Long romps through the woods, into the lake, over to Granny's porch and back to the lake!!!&lt;br /&gt;And the cousins! The big cousins and the little cousins and the furry cousins and me! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuJMjTTkhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rnso-3lCTAk/s1600-h/9.2.07+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200401043457020434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuJMjTTkhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/rnso-3lCTAk/s320/9.2.07+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuKwTTTkjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BjUo5ZZ7qjU/s1600-h/DCP01903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402757148971570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuKwTTTkjI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BjUo5ZZ7qjU/s320/DCP01903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my favorite cousin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-8492724477487943292?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SCuEkzTTkgI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PzbOeERwJRs/s72-c/Swimming.2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-9044663385723552134</id><published>2008-04-24T07:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:37:38.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SBBwytash3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/7Z6itc0QAKs/s1600-h/DSCF4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192774386845517682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SBBwytash3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/7Z6itc0QAKs/s400/DSCF4472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SBBwz9ash4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/x6RYOGpy02Q/s1600-h/DSCF4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192774408320354178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SBBwz9ash4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/x6RYOGpy02Q/s400/DSCF4408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love when I am outside with Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Love when I can chew a stick, be with Mommy and Daddy, and sniff around where the rabbits have been.&lt;br /&gt;Love it even more when Mommy and Daddy eat dinner outside and I get treats.&lt;br /&gt;I love treats best of all....except for Mommy and Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-9044663385723552134?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/9044663385723552134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=9044663385723552134&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9044663385723552134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9044663385723552134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love.html' title='I Love'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/SBBwytash3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/7Z6itc0QAKs/s72-c/DSCF4472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-5861629118054126289</id><published>2008-04-12T10:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T10:58:25.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2407906802/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2407906802_8614b9a923_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2407906802/"&gt;Murphy In The Studio Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mommy went a little crazy one day.  She was clicking away and giving me instructions about where to look, and where to lie down.  She seemed to be having fun so I put up with it for a while.  The warm sunshine was also quite relaxing so I didn't mind lying there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is a bit of a shutterbug and I am her favorite subject.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind.  Mommy is my favorite mommy.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-5861629118054126289?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/5861629118054126289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=5861629118054126289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/5861629118054126289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/5861629118054126289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/04/studio-sunshine.html' title='Studio Sunshine'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2097/2407906802_8614b9a923_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2271871921102229516</id><published>2008-04-04T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:29:08.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2385317172_078c9553c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2385317172_078c9553c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2384486555_8765c61aee_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2385324292_7b29ab8b01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2385324292_7b29ab8b01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2079/2384492587_9e72ff4e56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2079/2384492587_9e72ff4e56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2384489019_971a5490cb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2384489019_971a5490cb_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Arch-Enemy!&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/5456888542851150955-2271871921102229516?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2271871921102229516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2271871921102229516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2271871921102229516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2271871921102229516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-little-bunny.html' title='Cute Little Bunny'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/2385317172_078c9553c7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6663749213307485477</id><published>2008-04-03T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T00:07:50.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine Mine Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2384498817/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2039/2384498817_243077b3cb_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2384498817/"&gt;Mine Mine Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ok, dad. just say fetch. you dont have to say fetch the stick. stick. branch....all the same to me. now let go and then try to get it from me. why dont humans use their mouth? its so good! you should try it! well, i love it anyway. can i bring it in the house? why cant you throw it very far! are you sure you dont want to pick it up with your mouth. where do sticks come from dad? i wish they grew on trees! like money! and squirrels!! that would be awsome! yeah. then they would be everywhere! i can dream cant i? dad?.....i wish you were a stick. dad. i love you. but, i'd love you more if you were a stick. is there such thing as a stickman, you know, half man half stick. lets make a , how do you say, si fi movie where a stick man attacks the city and i fly around with a cape and save the day. wow. that would be cool. i could watch that movie while i chew on this stick. why cant i take it in the house again. wow, i wish i could take it in the house. can i live outside? would you build me a house of sticks? what? wood? whats that? you mean our house?! really?!!! can i fetch the house??!!!!! i could to fit it in my mouth. with this stick and 2 tennis balls. wanna bet? how much you wanna bet. i bet 5 sticks. ok, lets up the steaks. 400 doghairs! wait a minute. i was talking to the squirrels the other day and they told me that your made of bones. is that true?! they said something about saving the nuts for them. dad? what are they talking about? what are nuts? what, the guy typing my thoughts is nuts?! hey squirrels! your gonna have to go to texas! better store some train tickets in them there cheeks of yours. dad? what do squirrels taste like? they wont let me taste them. i just want a taste!&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(as translated by ehaw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6663749213307485477?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6663749213307485477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6663749213307485477&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6663749213307485477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6663749213307485477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/04/mine-mine-mine.html' title='Mine Mine Mine'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2039/2384498817_243077b3cb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-1412761053676594163</id><published>2008-04-01T00:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:07:22.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2379433072/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2379433072_d380a330b3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2379433072/"&gt;Where am I?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daddy and I had a wonderful day today.  &lt;br /&gt;We took a long ride in my truck and Daddy played the music loud and gave me plenty of room to put my nose out the window and sniff the delicious new wind.&lt;br /&gt;This new wind is warmer than the old wind.&lt;br /&gt;This new wind is gamier than the old wind.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from when I was just a baby.  This was my first trip to the beach with Mommy and Daddy.  Beaches are full of interesting smells and lots of fun people who want to pet me and tell me how cute I am.  Well that happens just about everywhere, but beaches are even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was new, I had only been with Mom and Dad about 6 weeks and I was learning to ride in the truck without throwing up.  It was scary at first, everything moved so fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love to ride in the truck.  There are some places where people have dog cookies waiting for me.  I like those places best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we go, I love to be with my Mom and Dad, even if it is just on our couch at home.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-1412761053676594163?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/1412761053676594163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=1412761053676594163&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1412761053676594163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1412761053676594163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2379433072_d380a330b3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-5669550302094460104</id><published>2008-03-24T14:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:12:36.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Rolling Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-fu_3lfUHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uDg-qRJ66nw/s1600-h/DSCF4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181372677333405810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-fu_3lfUHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uDg-qRJ66nw/s400/DSCF4008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-ftyXlfUFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YyaN1OWanj0/s1600-h/11.Mar+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181371345893544018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-ftyXlfUFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/YyaN1OWanj0/s400/11.Mar+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-ftynlfUGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GwQw7Ct5Q_k/s1600-h/DSCF4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181371350188511330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-ftynlfUGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/GwQw7Ct5Q_k/s400/DSCF4011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5456888542851150955-5669550302094460104?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/5669550302094460104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=5669550302094460104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/5669550302094460104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/5669550302094460104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/03/rolling-rolling-rolling.html' title='Rolling Rolling Rolling'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R-fu_3lfUHI/AAAAAAAAAbU/uDg-qRJ66nw/s72-c/DSCF4008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2031365249072772442</id><published>2008-03-20T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:11:10.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2344943458/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2344943458_f76e650ac7_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gertibird/2344943458/"&gt;Rick &amp;amp; Murphy 3.18.08&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/gertibird/"&gt;Gertibird&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my new best friend. He comes to my house and plays with his toys and makes lots of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, when Mommy and Daddy were both sick, he took me for walks and pets me and tells me I am a good boy.  He says he likes the way I smell.  That is how I know he is my very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he keeps me in the other room when he plays with his toys. I tell him I am a good helper. Mommy puts the leash on me when we walk through that end of the house. There are so many things to sniff and taste and she just wants to hurry through. Silly Mommy.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-2031365249072772442?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2031365249072772442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2031365249072772442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2031365249072772442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2031365249072772442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-best-friend.html' title='New Best Friend'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3165/2344943458_f76e650ac7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-4653806546704483578</id><published>2008-03-13T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:27:40.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out To Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9itEdPzvaI/AAAAAAAAAak/-hSJ0StzMc8/s1600-h/DSCF3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177078063744400802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9itEdPzvaI/AAAAAAAAAak/-hSJ0StzMc8/s400/DSCF3910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy came outside today. We went out into the sunshine together.&lt;br /&gt;I was a good boy, good boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy mostly stood still while I dug in the snow for ice sticks.&lt;br /&gt;I love ice sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Mommy.&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/5456888542851150955-4653806546704483578?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/4653806546704483578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=4653806546704483578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4653806546704483578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4653806546704483578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-to-play.html' title='Out To Play'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9itEdPzvaI/AAAAAAAAAak/-hSJ0StzMc8/s72-c/DSCF3910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-4107520577854899566</id><published>2008-03-10T20:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:30:23.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Is Sick</title><content type='html'>Mommy is sick but I am helping her.&lt;br /&gt;She needs me to&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatwethinkwebecome.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-tired.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;help her get her rest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and get some exercise (but not too much right now).&lt;br /&gt;She also needs me to remind her to eat and drink enough. I am very good at reminding her of those things. I am even better at helping her get rest. She relaxes the minute she starts petting my tummy. Her tummy hurts, so it is hard for her to move, but I curl up next to her and keep her warm while she rests.&lt;br /&gt;Every doctor should have a Golden Retriever on the payroll.&lt;br /&gt;HMOs should insist on visiting Goldens for all recovering and ailing patients. They would save so much money on medicine for depression and pain if they just helped people have more Golden Retrievers in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9XOqtPzvYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AzwWi8L1CS0/s1600-h/SamStandingUpinBed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176270579827981698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9XOqtPzvYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AzwWi8L1CS0/s200/SamStandingUpinBed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy still smells like the hospital. It has only been three days since she came back(Bet you didn't know I could count) and she still cries sometimes....like a puppy cries when it is hungry or dreaming. She says she will be OK. I know she will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till we can romp in the snow some more. We have had ALOT of snow since she came home and I want to play, but I am a goodboy, goodboy and will waaayyyt for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to waaayyyt but love to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting.&lt;br /&gt;I am goodboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9XQ7dPzvZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8BtsOGZV_S8/s1600-h/puppy.nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176273066614046098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9XQ7dPzvZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/8BtsOGZV_S8/s400/puppy.nap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-4107520577854899566?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/4107520577854899566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=4107520577854899566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4107520577854899566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4107520577854899566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/03/mommy-is-sick.html' title='Mommy Is Sick'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R9XOqtPzvYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/AzwWi8L1CS0/s72-c/SamStandingUpinBed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-2691442617577556844</id><published>2008-03-01T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:15:25.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Nothing Like A Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8j0aOZlfSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/29-qeEeOxo0/s1600-h/DSCF3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172652903414201634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8j0aOZlfSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/29-qeEeOxo0/s400/DSCF3752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8j0a-ZlfTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/D1tZrJLCRfc/s1600-h/DSCF3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172652916299103538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8j0a-ZlfTI/AAAAAAAAAYA/D1tZrJLCRfc/s400/DSCF3768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5456888542851150955-2691442617577556844?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/2691442617577556844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=2691442617577556844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2691442617577556844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/2691442617577556844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-is-nothing-like-stick.html' title='There Is Nothing Like A Stick'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8j0aOZlfSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/29-qeEeOxo0/s72-c/DSCF3752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-9147431281567801264</id><published>2008-02-26T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:22:50.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mom and Dad banished me from the computer for a while. They wanted me to focus on eating dumplings, running around, pooping and napping. I am very good at all those things.&lt;br /&gt;Normally Mom and Dad are proud and happy when I poop. They always add it to their collection. These days they have been a bit obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said I should post these pictures of the bits of metal that I passed today.&lt;br /&gt;She and Daddy seem especially happy, so I will humor them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8THJH6tZUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_Cds005V5_U/s1600-h/razor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171477231686214978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8THJH6tZUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_Cds005V5_U/s400/razor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8TH5n6tZWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7A0zNoMPBhA/s1600-h/dice.pieces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171478064909870434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8TH5n6tZWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7A0zNoMPBhA/s400/dice.pieces.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8THtn6tZVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_dtC3DF1poA/s1600-h/dice2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171477858751440210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8THtn6tZVI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_dtC3DF1poA/s400/dice2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't swallow the dice, I guess she wanted you to see how big things were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pretty cool huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-9147431281567801264?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/9147431281567801264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=9147431281567801264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9147431281567801264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/9147431281567801264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-and-dad-banished-me-from-computer.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8THJH6tZUI/AAAAAAAAAXU/_Cds005V5_U/s72-c/razor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6018674017281904237</id><published>2008-02-25T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:35:28.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Xrays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been sifting through Murphy's poop. Now that is love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have not found the metal pieces of the razor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had another xray this morning, the doc says they are moving just the way they are supposed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8OIzH6tZFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XPfFhM8Wx38/s1600-h/xray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171127209031459922" style="WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="123" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8OIzH6tZFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XPfFhM8Wx38/s400/xray.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also told us the pieces are much smaller than they appear on the xray (the looked big and scary to us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Murphy is fine. He is enjoying his dumplings. He gets dumplings with everything now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has no idea why we are so concerned about him, but he is enjoying all the attention and of course the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy is NOT enjoying the poop sifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doc said one of the pieces of metal looked like it would be coming out soon. We are hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said she wasn't worried and we shouldn't be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6018674017281904237?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6018674017281904237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6018674017281904237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6018674017281904237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6018674017281904237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-xrays.html' title='Two Xrays'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8OIzH6tZFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/XPfFhM8Wx38/s72-c/xray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-991664464764745817</id><published>2008-02-24T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:40:33.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note From His Mother</title><content type='html'>Murphy is in SO MUCH TROUBLE!&lt;br /&gt;He chewed and swallowed part of a single edged razor blade.&lt;br /&gt;Took it off the computer desk where Daddy was preparing to cut some contact paper, and chewed it and swalled part of it.&lt;br /&gt;We took him to the vet and got an xray and see the parts in his belly.&lt;br /&gt;So do you know what we get to do for the next couple of days?&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we collect his poop, but we sift through it looking for bits of metal, so we know it has passed.&lt;br /&gt;We are feeding him bread mixed with a variety of his favorite flavors (on doctor's orders) in hopes it will bind, pick up the metal bits and carry them out safely.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy are FREAKED OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Your good thoughts are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy will post again later to let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-991664464764745817?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/991664464764745817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=991664464764745817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/991664464764745817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/991664464764745817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/note-from-his-mother.html' title='Note From His Mother'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6520785953262693370</id><published>2008-02-23T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:04:07.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Purpose Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor Mommy. She does not have good feet like me. They smell good and taste great, but when it is time to romp, she has to put on her outdoor feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;First she puts on ssaahhks . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny word - ssaahhhks......yum yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love ssaahhhks.&lt;br /&gt;After she puts on ssaahhks then she puts on sshhooz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love sshhooz. yum yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mommy, she does not have all purpose, indoor, outdoor feet like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My feet are soft on top, rough on the bottom so I can walk any where I please. I also have webbed toes. I am an excellent swimmer. It took me a while to learn how, but now I love to swim and chase sticks and balls that Mommy throws into the lake.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8EIXn6tZDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LFsaxtKx32E/s1600-h/new+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170423049143280690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8EIXn6tZDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LFsaxtKx32E/s400/new+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8EIX36tZEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eOaZUTj9tJ0/s1600-h/new+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170423053438248002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8EIX36tZEI/AAAAAAAAAVI/eOaZUTj9tJ0/s400/new+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;When Mommy goes out in the kayak I can follow her too. Sometimes she yells at me, but I am an excellent swimmer and like to be with her all the time. I can also help her when it is time for her to get out of the kayak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I like to be a helpful boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6520785953262693370?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6520785953262693370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6520785953262693370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6520785953262693370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6520785953262693370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-poor-mommy.html' title='All Purpose Feet'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R8EIXn6tZDI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LFsaxtKx32E/s72-c/new+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-1197601854165334635</id><published>2008-02-18T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T17:27:15.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Do They Think They Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7n52H6tZCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MuDpdeUceG4/s1600-h/DSCF3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168436755617899554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7n52H6tZCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MuDpdeUceG4/s320/DSCF3803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;They come here, eat my peanuts, flick their tails, and play in my yard as I stare them down from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I do not understand why Mommy and Daddy are so nice to them. They are not that cute. They only do a few tricks. And they don't let me sniff their tummys at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-1197601854165334635?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/1197601854165334635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=1197601854165334635&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1197601854165334635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/1197601854165334635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-do-they-think-they-are-they-come.html' title='Who Do They Think They Are?'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7n52H6tZCI/AAAAAAAAAU4/MuDpdeUceG4/s72-c/DSCF3803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-3875582816070138086</id><published>2008-02-11T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:10:55.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DlgH6tY1I/AAAAAAAAATM/TTHSYWC64Cg/s1600-h/new+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165881112637825874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DlgH6tY1I/AAAAAAAAATM/TTHSYWC64Cg/s320/new+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Murphy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7Dlgn6tY2I/AAAAAAAAATU/WGNSzo2VubY/s1600-h/new+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165881121227760482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7Dlgn6tY2I/AAAAAAAAATU/WGNSzo2VubY/s320/new+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love to roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DlhX6tY3I/AAAAAAAAATc/1Y4SKD_P_JQ/s1600-h/new+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165881134112662386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DlhX6tY3I/AAAAAAAAATc/1Y4SKD_P_JQ/s320/new+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DliH6tY4I/AAAAAAAAATk/hu3S2WLsZ88/s1600-h/new+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165881146997564290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DliH6tY4I/AAAAAAAAATk/hu3S2WLsZ88/s320/new+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkXH6tYwI/AAAAAAAAASk/FG208KEXeBU/s1600-h/TDay.2007+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165879858507375362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkXH6tYwI/AAAAAAAAASk/FG208KEXeBU/s320/TDay.2007+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than a roll in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkXn6tYxI/AAAAAAAAASs/YQgSXQUd-WY/s1600-h/TDay.2007+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165879867097309970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkXn6tYxI/AAAAAAAAASs/YQgSXQUd-WY/s320/TDay.2007+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkYH6tYyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SI7ReyHKW-A/s1600-h/TDay.2007+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165879875687244578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkYH6tYyI/AAAAAAAAAS0/SI7ReyHKW-A/s320/TDay.2007+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy calls me roly poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkYn6tYzI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eeq67jNNDBE/s1600-h/TDay.2007+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DkZH6tY0I/AAAAAAAAATE/a3kQF30hlOo/s1600-h/TDay.2007+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-3875582816070138086?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/3875582816070138086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=3875582816070138086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/3875582816070138086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/3875582816070138086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Pure Joy'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R7DlgH6tY1I/AAAAAAAAATM/TTHSYWC64Cg/s72-c/new+323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-4180740086112425118</id><published>2008-02-07T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:22:55.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Snow and Mud Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uRnV-GtiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cDg3-4CxAT4/s1600-h/21.Feb+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164381502808962594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uRnV-GtiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cDg3-4CxAT4/s400/21.Feb+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The snow is now higher than my ears, not quite higher than my tail, but almost! I have to climb a little mountain to get into my yard. The frozen pinecone cigars are buried, but my nose is pretty good at excavating them if I can get over those mountains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uRoF-GtjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oRQHvplzvaQ/s1600-h/21.Feb+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164381515693864498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uRoF-GtjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/oRQHvplzvaQ/s400/21.Feb+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and I went walking today. She stayed home from work to take care of Daddy who smelled like the hospital when he came home last night. He has been up and about, cooking spaghetti and brownies and sharing his rice pudding with me. He is the BEST DADDY EVER! I love rice pudding and jello and all kinds of special treats that he sneaks to me when Mommy isn't looking. And Daddy's spaghetti is the most delicious food ever!!! Daddy puts alittle on my kibble and I eat it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking a look at the truck today when we went to the grocery store (to buy more spaghetti). There is alot of mud on it. It seems strange that there would be mud on the truck when there is so much snow on the ground. I remember Mommy had mud on her jeans when she came home last night and later I heard Daddy talking to Aunt T about digging the truck out of a ditch. I am not sure what a ditch is, but that must be where the mud came from. And Mommy has been tired and taking a few extra naps with me, so it must have been something big.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uROl-GthI/AAAAAAAAAO8/j9GqmLMSIlE/s1600-h/11.Mar+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it when we are all home together. I am happiest when we all sleep together in a big cozy pile in bed with lots of pillows and blankies. I bring a bed bone with me for company if I wake up before they do, which is most of the time.&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/5456888542851150955-4180740086112425118?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/4180740086112425118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=4180740086112425118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4180740086112425118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4180740086112425118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-is-now-higher-than-my-ears-not.html' title='Deep Snow and Mud Mystery'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6uRnV-GtiI/AAAAAAAAAPE/cDg3-4CxAT4/s72-c/21.Feb+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-8821473921358348584</id><published>2008-02-04T10:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:55:26.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wanderings</title><content type='html'>Humph....my nose is full of saw dust and no one will let me chew the wood in the front room. I believe this is a violation of my rights.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish to lodge a formal complaint about my incarceration every time the men come over to play in the kitchen. I feel I am being unreasonably restricted in my own home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I had many nice walks this weekend. I particularly like rolling in the fresh snow that is soft like the couch. I like to bury my face and roll with my legs in the air to get the most scratchy coolness on my back...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6hcIF-GtUI/AAAAAAAAANU/q9pR6H8oMmQ/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163478266891646274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6hcIF-GtUI/AAAAAAAAANU/q9pR6H8oMmQ/s400/078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the scent of someone yesterday, walking up the road to the hill...I tried and tried to pull Mommy with me, but she fought back. She was mad too and took me back to the front yard where I just had to stand and sniff the wind and try and figure out who had been around. Luckily she always lets me leave behind a note to trespassers that I am here and this is my neighborhood. She even says good boy, which I like alot. It can be tough lifting a leg when the other is sinking into the snow, but I manage.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6hcI1-GtVI/AAAAAAAAANc/TzctpMyZhDo/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163478279776548178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6hcI1-GtVI/AAAAAAAAANc/TzctpMyZhDo/s400/083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-8821473921358348584?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/8821473921358348584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=8821473921358348584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8821473921358348584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/8821473921358348584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/02/weekend-wanderings.html' title='Weekend Wanderings'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6hcIF-GtUI/AAAAAAAAANU/q9pR6H8oMmQ/s72-c/078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6412321504371686189</id><published>2008-01-30T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:39:03.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mommy loves to put her nose in my belly and breath. I like to tuck my nose in her shoe, or arm pit, or lap and breath. Daddy likes to hold up my paw to his nose and breath. I like to drape my chin across his leg and breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is funny how different we all look and yet we are all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mostly we just want to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6FCUF-GsrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-iFLILbpa8/s1600-h/couch.nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161479560910779058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6FCUF-GsrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-iFLILbpa8/s200/couch.nap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was just a baby, the first time I met my Daddy, I fell asleep in his arms. Mommy and Dady were so sad that my brother Teddy had died and I knew I needed to be with them and help them get better. That first night I slept on Mommy's Tummy. I knew I was safe and I knew she needed me as much as I needed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the sniffing and breathing in of one another started that very night and we have been doing it ever since. I love they way they smell. They smell like home and love and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6412321504371686189?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6412321504371686189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6412321504371686189&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6412321504371686189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6412321504371686189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/01/breathing.html' title='Breathing'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6FCUF-GsrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/l-iFLILbpa8/s72-c/couch.nap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-4016687087460448102</id><published>2008-01-29T07:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T08:07:40.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romping, Napping, Treats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6B0OV-GsmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tjj6MSgMUYo/s1600-h/donut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161252962731209314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6B0OV-GsmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tjj6MSgMUYo/s400/donut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donut Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6B0Ol-GsnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gSidGeYxg24/s1600-h/puppy.nap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161252967026176626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6B0Ol-GsnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gSidGeYxg24/s400/puppy.nap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napping in Daddy's Lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a wonderful day yesterday! I had Daddy home all day and he took me out for many romps in the snow! I love snow! It is delicious and slippery and feels so good on my back when I roll and wiggle in it. I love a good stick that is frozen and covered in snow. I love pine cones that are frozen and covered in snow (Mom calls them cigars - silly mommy). I like to see how many things I can carry at a time. I have been known to manage three sticks, but three pine cones is much more difficult. A stick and a pine cone, or two pine cones, but three is just too many for this retriever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night, Daddy and Mommy were moving furniture and boxes and taking things up and down. I don't really know what they were up to, but when they were done last night, the kitchen was empty, and my bowls were in the bedroom....hmmmmm. I have never head breakfast in bed before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bed is one of my favorite places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy likes to cook when he is home, so he made some delicious treats and of course I got to taste everything. Baked Ziti (hope I spelled that right) was a new and delicious treat I have never experienced before. Mommy will be so happy when she comes home and tries it. I wonder if she has ever eaten it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy also likes to give me tastes of this wiggly, cool, fruity thing he calls jello. I am not really sure how to eat it so I let is slide down my tongue and enjoy the fruity coolness. I actually prefer ice cubes but I wouldn't want Daddy to feel bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy slept in his chair and I stayed near him on the couch. We had a lovely long nap.  Sometimes when he sits in his chair he lifts me up on his lap and tells me I am fat. I am NOT fat. Everyone knows Goldies are big boned... I can sit in his lap and watch TV, but mostly I like to play fight with Daddy. He wiggles his fingers and I wrinkle up my nose like a fierce mountain wolf. He goes to tap me on the nose and I try and grab him with my mouth. I try to be gentle. I never want to hurt my daddy. So I grab him and let go, grab him and let go, and he wiggles and taps and we laugh and carry on until we are ready to nap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-4016687087460448102?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/4016687087460448102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=4016687087460448102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4016687087460448102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/4016687087460448102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/01/romping-napping-treats.html' title='Romping, Napping, Treats!'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6B0OV-GsmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tjj6MSgMUYo/s72-c/donut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6468303375282644239</id><published>2008-01-27T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T07:50:13.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking a New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5yn4l-GshI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K-CsKrC6tK4/s1600-h/FEB.4.07+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160183863766856210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5yn4l-GshI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K-CsKrC6tK4/s320/FEB.4.07+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5yn41-GsiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/udUhi2V1bXU/s1600-h/Ridge.Road.Feb.4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160183868061823522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5yn41-GsiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/udUhi2V1bXU/s320/Ridge.Road.Feb.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5ynSl-GsgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N2QqG5aWXgA/s1600-h/FEB.4.07+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160183210931827202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5ynSl-GsgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/N2QqG5aWXgA/s320/FEB.4.07+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke Mommy up this morning....well I was trying to wake Daddy up but he has been sick and cranky so Mommy got up and took me on a walk this morning. She takes me on good walks up and down the road, and today I pulled and pulled because I wanted to find a new friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There were lots of prints in the snow including man prints and a big dog prints. The big dog was a good dog, I could tell. He always walks to the left of his man, he didn't run too far ahead, or too far into the woods. I have trouble with those impulses and I wanted to talk to him about it. I love walking with my Mommy but she always keeps a long leash on me so I will be able to run, but not go across the big road, or into the woods without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I usually only smell the regulars who live in our area. Lots of birdies, a variety of annoying squirrels who torment me when I am inside at the kitchen window, evil bunnies who come out at night and think I can't see them and the elusive and most desirable of all outdoor creatures, deer. Oh how I long to romp with the deer. But that is another story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I tracked and dragged Ma-Mah through the frozen tundra and finally met Dakota and his man Fran. Dakota is 8 years old; he is a big beefy 1/2 Husky, 1/2 Golden Retriever - I tried not to make him feel bad about being so old and only 1/2 GR....he was bigger than me and put his mouth right around my neck, so I would know he is the boss of me. I gave him a friendly swat back, but I am a lover not a fighter. Mom was proud of me. We walked for a while back to Dakota's car. Dakota was hit by a car when he was a little pup so he has a limp, but he is allowed to walk with his man off leash, I was jealous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love walking in the snow. I especially love rolling in the snow. I like to find a soft clean pile of snow and fling myself into it. I dig my face into the snow, fling my legs in the air and wiggle by back. I roll back and forth. It is kind of like making a snow angel, but I am a bit more abstract than that. I make snow galaxies inspired by the sparkling night time skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I finished our walk by dropping off the blue bag in the garage where Mommy keeps her collection of my "gifts". She likes to keep them all in one place so that she can show Daddy later. She is always proud of me when I make one, and we laugh and cheer and jump up and down when she puts it in the blue bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to take a nap on the couch now. We like to sit and watch tv together. Usually Mom will sit next to me and pet my belly or my rump. We like to be cozy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for joining me on my adventure today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dakota if you are reading this - I hope to see you again next weekend!&lt;/span&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/5456888542851150955-6468303375282644239?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6468303375282644239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6468303375282644239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6468303375282644239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6468303375282644239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/01/tracking-new-friend.html' title='Tracking a New Friend'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5yn4l-GshI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K-CsKrC6tK4/s72-c/FEB.4.07+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-612964305089169489</id><published>2008-01-20T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:47:27.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose To The Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5Qjol7LeeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kSWbrLhtAP8/s1600-h/9.2.07+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157786653528127970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5Qjol7LeeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kSWbrLhtAP8/s400/9.2.07+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5456888542851150955-612964305089169489?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/612964305089169489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=612964305089169489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/612964305089169489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/612964305089169489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/01/nose-to-wind.html' title='Nose To The Wind'/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R5Qjol7LeeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kSWbrLhtAP8/s72-c/9.2.07+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456888542851150955.post-6720073523500360261</id><published>2008-01-20T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:08:31.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never has there been a dog so loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5456888542851150955-6720073523500360261?l=reddogromping.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/feeds/6720073523500360261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5456888542851150955&amp;postID=6720073523500360261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6720073523500360261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5456888542851150955/posts/default/6720073523500360261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reddogromping.blogspot.com/2008/01/never-has-there-been-dog-so-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Murphy's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17956344979943850992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pC11f80S7JY/R6jYfF-GtXI/AAAAAAAAANs/lemliXv71KY/S220/2007.anniversary+(37).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
