<?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-98273924969825316</id><updated>2012-01-01T10:18:46.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tails of the Three Pupperonis</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-3803617570153194819</id><published>2010-11-09T13:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T14:15:32.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear you now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/TNmq-3N2p3I/AAAAAAAACKQ/3yxuqgtiW78/s1600/IMAG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/TNmq-3N2p3I/AAAAAAAACKQ/3yxuqgtiW78/s200/IMAG0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537645213779404658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hello. How is everyone doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's been such a long time since I blogged. I almost forgot about my following... sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's been a crazy week. On Halloween I got super sick and mommy had to take me to the vet people. There was something wrong with my ears. I couldn't stop scratching it and sometimes I'd scratch it so hard that it would bleed. No good. Mom was so worried about me. When I went to the nice vet lady, she wanted to check my ears. But they hurt so bad that I just ran under mommy's legs and hid.  With a little bit of cuddling from mommy I was able to settle down and they were able to get a sample of the gooey stuff from my ear. A few minutes later, the vet lady came back and told mommy that I had some weird bacteria in my ear. I could see the look of sadness in mommy's face when they told her it was hard to treat. I don't want mommy to be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They ended up giving me three different medications for my ears. It's been over a week now and I think it's helping. I don't feel the gooey stuff coming out of my ears anything. Mommy was such a wonderful mommy too. Every night after I would take the medicine, I would feel all funny and hear weird things so I would bark. She would come out to the living room and sleep on the couch with me and we'd cuddle all night. It felt good to be comforted by her. I heard daddy say to mommy that he thinks I am bluffing and only doing it for attention but that's not true at all. I just wanted to tell mommy that I appreciate her. I love her with all my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-3803617570153194819?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/3803617570153194819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=3803617570153194819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3803617570153194819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3803617570153194819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-hear-you-now.html' title='I can hear you now!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/TNmq-3N2p3I/AAAAAAAACKQ/3yxuqgtiW78/s72-c/IMAG0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7966381702921525516</id><published>2010-02-11T15:59:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:49:02.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma rug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/S3WUV5M2IhI/AAAAAAAACGs/sRvTT_KCPzY/s1600-h/xanza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/S3WUV5M2IhI/AAAAAAAACGs/sRvTT_KCPzY/s200/xanza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437415228972605970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup ma peeps. How y'all doin'? Xanza here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, ide like to give a big shout out to my cuz in STL. I wanna wish him a be-lated 2nd birthday.  He turned the BIG 2 on January 27th. I still can't believe that dawg is 2...seems like just yesterday he was a young pupdawg. I heard from mom that Xane has become more mature...I don't even know what that means...it's a big fancy wurd. Me thinks it is somethin about him being around cow shiat tho.  Mom says I gotta be mature too...um...hellz no. I ain't rollin' round in that stuff. Mom must be crazy in da head or somethang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh guess what...I got some new improvements to ma crib. I gots me a new rug. When I was a young pupdawg and mom useta put the dog bed in my crate, I'd chew it up all good. But then came to realise, I ain't gettin' a new one. I didn't understand at all. Chew my rawhide - get a new one, destroy my toys - get new toys. But no new bed ever came...wassup with dat?! I didn't mind it so much in the daytime but at nights it would get awefully cold on my bare plastic in ma crate. Sometimes, do I dare say it...I'd wish that Bliz was sharin' the crate with me instead of Xavier. That dawg is like a big warm heated pillow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,  turns out a few weeks ago, mom surprised this dawg. She let me outside to do ma bizness and when I came in and went to ma crate, I felt the most amazing thing beneath ma pawz. It was soft, and warm and fluffy. Mom had gotten me a brown rug for my crate!!! I was so happy that I rolled around on my back for hours that night. I didn't wanna leave the crate even tho the door was open. Sometimes, when I'd take a break to get some water, I'd see Bliz go in ma crate and chill. I think he's still in shock that mom gots me something. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that ma probably thinks ima gonna destroy it but I aint. This was the best gift ever and I love ma mom for thinkin' of me. And dad has even been nice to me too. He says he likes me now cuz I'm "metal" but that's anotha story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out ma peeps! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-7966381702921525516?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7966381702921525516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7966381702921525516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7966381702921525516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7966381702921525516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2010/02/ma-rug.html' title='Ma rug'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/S3WUV5M2IhI/AAAAAAAACGs/sRvTT_KCPzY/s72-c/xanza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-5265571156104893604</id><published>2009-12-08T20:38:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:33:14.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_sGPXAK9I/AAAAAAAACEQ/nWVPp80Jhmc/s1600-h/dabliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_sGPXAK9I/AAAAAAAACEQ/nWVPp80Jhmc/s200/dabliz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413304869069007826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello there! Last week we celebrated Thanksgiving. It was so much fun because Cousin Xane, Second Mom Mandy and Uncle LM came to visit from Saint Louis. It seemed like forever since I saw Xane. He was so much more mature and playful. He didn't chase me around all the time like he did in Saint Louis so that was good. I actually got a chance to rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Xanza had some issues with him though. Xanza saw Mommy putting Xane's crate in the kitchen where his normally is and Xanza got pissed. He kept saying how it wasn't fair for him to sleep outside on the porch while Xane was all warm and cozy inside. He kept saying how Xane was way more bad than him. It was kinda funny! I was thinking, "How can any dog be worse that Xanza". I know, I am mean. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_qr4IrFkI/AAAAAAAACEI/lgpePHLU8qY/s200/Xane1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413303316646663746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell ya the truth, I sorta felt a little bit bad for Xanza. Well almost! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few squabbles back and forth outside, him and Xane called a truce. They realized that it was no use fighting and decided to be buds and throw their negative feelings under the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what...Xanza taught Xane how to go after me and bite my face! I can't believe it - I go from being 3rd dog in the house to 4th! Can you believe it?! Ah well, it doesn't matter, I'm a lover - not a fighter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_qVVzmdSI/AAAAAAAACEA/cmkEYzzqzxQ/s200/Blizzard2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413302929474352418" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_qFpbut3I/AAAAAAAACD4/GjnS7CroFsE/s200/Blizzard1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413302659865032562" /&gt;&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/98273924969825316-5265571156104893604?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/5265571156104893604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=5265571156104893604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/5265571156104893604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/5265571156104893604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-face.html' title='Not the Face!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sx_sGPXAK9I/AAAAAAAACEQ/nWVPp80Jhmc/s72-c/dabliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-8494943454901081804</id><published>2009-09-14T21:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:50:34.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sq8A0iB52tI/AAAAAAAACCA/fKqcK7AU1yQ/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sq8A0iB52tI/AAAAAAAACCA/fKqcK7AU1yQ/s200/IMG_0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381520982219021010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good evening. I apologize for not being diligent with my writing. I've been enjoying these last beautiful summer days. Pretty soon, winter will be here and I will be stuck indoors with cabin fever. I don't like winter very much. I don't get to go outside and play fetch with Master Lors, or hang out with Master Stan when he's doing yard work or grilling. Luckily, Master Lors has been playing fetch with me several times a week so I am in tip top shape going into the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xanza has even been quite nice lately too. I think he's finally understanding what it takes to be a German Shepard. He has a long way to go, but I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lieve he's on the right track to being a good, loyal and dependable dog. As a result of his good behavior, he has been getting a lot more freedom while in the house. That is a good sigh. It means that the Masters are beginnng to trust him. He's still not allowed to have free reign of the house while they are out, like me...but that will come in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, a few weeks ago I celebrated my 7th birthday. It was wonderful. Master Lors baked me the most delicious cake I have ever tasted. It was called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.dog-treat-recipe-exchange.com/dog_birthday_cake_recipes.html#PBDelight"&gt;Peanut Butter Delight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I believe. And I received lots of hugs and kisses from Master Lors. She smothers me so but I do not mind. It makes her happy and that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sq8AoIqYgTI/AAAAAAAACB4/ZPgrcM57GyQ/s1600-h/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sq8AoIqYgTI/AAAAAAAACB4/ZPgrcM57GyQ/s200/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381520769251049778" 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/98273924969825316-8494943454901081804?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/8494943454901081804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=8494943454901081804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8494943454901081804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8494943454901081804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sq8A0iB52tI/AAAAAAAACCA/fKqcK7AU1yQ/s72-c/IMG_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-8684337354074645552</id><published>2009-08-10T11:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:44:54.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back Xavier's mojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SoBmoSUYr3I/AAAAAAAACBQ/x-sSQNrqUcQ/s1600-h/xanza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SoBmoSUYr3I/AAAAAAAACBQ/x-sSQNrqUcQ/s200/xanza.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368403598123773810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xanza here! How y'all doing? Long time huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not much new here. It's Summer so I've been chillin' out in the backyard a lot. Been running and getting into shape. I'm so ripped right now - it's awesome. Oh my God! I'm in a lot better shape than Xavier or Bliz who sit around all day. Even the vet lady told me that I was ripped when I went for my yearly check-up. She was all feeling me all over and gliding her fingers through my fur....oooh that felt so good. I think she has the hots for me! She wants some Xanza lovin'...oh yeah. I think she's cute and all but she ain't my type. I like my biotches with 4 legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, made a friend too. The neighbor at the back of us got a chocolate lab. He's just a young guy but we've been playing and running with eachother along the fence. I know the Humans don't like that very much because the grass gets all torn up but I can't help myself. I feel the need...the need too...um...what was I sayin'?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah..next week is Xavier's birthday. He's gonna be the big 7! OMG - that's SO old LOL. But, I feel kinda bad for the guy. He's been backing off at being the alpha dog. He's been letting me have his ball and doesn't care, he's been backin' off on squabbles and even backing off when I growl at him when we both get water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong -- I wanna be top dog in dis house but I ain't gonna take it like that. I still gots lots to learn from him so he can't wimp out now. I gotta figure out a way to get him his mojo back. I may not be as smart as him and we may fight a lot but he's my big bro. He's so much better that that brown-nosin'-sissy Bliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457531988/" title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3539/3457531988_f03b242f4d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-8684337354074645552?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/8684337354074645552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=8684337354074645552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8684337354074645552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8684337354074645552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-back-xaviers-mojo.html' title='Getting back Xavier&apos;s mojo'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SoBmoSUYr3I/AAAAAAAACBQ/x-sSQNrqUcQ/s72-c/xanza.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-8487705143016664453</id><published>2009-07-16T13:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:43:19.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG -- It's my Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3456714873/" title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3456714873_c29e578384_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Xanza here! Holy crap, can you believe it...today is my birthday! I'm am 5 years young today! Woot woot! I didn't even remember until Mom told me this mornin' and gave me a great big hug. Thx Mom -- luv ya too. You're the only one who remembered.  Just for you, I won't beat up Bliz today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and Mom said she's gonna bring home an extra special surprise for me today since it's ma special day. I can't wait! Ima gonna make Bliz and Xavier mad as hell. I wonder what she will bring me. I ain't picky but I hope it's something to eat.  Like maybe a nice juicy rabbit or maybe a big cake or something. That'd rock!  If it's a cake, Ima gonna have to make a wish I guess. I always see the Humans do it.  When it's one of their birthdays, they get a cake,  light it on fire, close their eyes to make a wish and then blow out the fire again. Kinda silly, if you ask me.  I wonder what I should wish for... whatever it is, I can't tell you cuz I heard that it ain't gonna come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl90M8-jG8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/Znqwy4mHpz8/s200/birthday_dog.59101702.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359129847469906882" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am just hoping that Mom doesn't put me on some crazy costume or make me wear some funky hat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-8487705143016664453?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/8487705143016664453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=8487705143016664453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8487705143016664453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8487705143016664453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-its-my-birthday.html' title='OMG -- It&apos;s my Birthday'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3456714873_c29e578384_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-6692038464964046384</id><published>2009-07-06T08:21:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:36:32.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Louis Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-BWEUa3UI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ynoNQqgy01Y/s1600-h/b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-BWEUa3UI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ynoNQqgy01Y/s200/b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359144297710673218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Hello there! I apologize for not writing sooner about my wonderful road trip to Saint Louis. It's been so hot and humid lately and I didn't feel much like blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;My trip was simply wonderful. Mommy, Daddy, Grandma Rita and I packed up all our things the Friday before the 4th of July and took a very very long road trip. The trip was about 9 hours long but I sleep most of the way. Every now and again, I would pop my head up and ask Mommy if we were there yet -- but the answer was always, "No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;We finally reached Saint Louis at about 3:00 PM and boy was I happy! I met my cousin Xane for the very first time! Mommy had me pick out a nice new toy to bring for Xane too. He seemed to really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-BkdzqRFI/AAAAAAAAB_w/EvE_IbMzt1w/s200/photo1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359144545070761042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Xane was so energic that I honestly felt like an old dog. Was I ever that hyper? Everywhere I would go, he would follow me. After a couple hours of playing with him, I just wanted to take a nap, but he wouldn't leave me alone...he wanted to play and play. I don't think he's quite use to other doggies being in his home. Daddy even tried to teach Xane some commands.  Daddy would have me do the commands first to show Xane and then try it with him next.  Daddy even gave him some of my treats but I didn't mind. It got Xane off my back for a little while :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-B-zlARkI/AAAAAAAACAA/gGWRpPI9eyQ/s200/x2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359144997591467586" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-CIMo1-VI/AAAAAAAACAI/Dmirm5Zt2ms/s200/b2.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359145158937278802" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Later that evening, Mommy, Daddy, Aunty Mandy and Uncle Marcus all went out to dinner. Grandma Rita stayed home and dogsat us. I love when Grandma watches us...she spoils us so. She plays with us and gives us tasty human food to try. Mommy gets mad at this though - she doesn't want me to get sick from eating foods that I am not use to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Xane and I just chilled and talked for hours. We got along so well and had a lot in common. I was telling him that he should come to Minnesota and he'd get to meet and play with Xavier and Xanza. He said he'd try and convince his 'rents. I think the reason why we got along so well is because he reminded me to Xanza minus the beating me up part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;After all the humans got back from dinner, we all just relaxed and talked. Mommy and Aunty Mandy played Scrabble while Uncle Marcus and Daddy watched television before we all went to bed and prepared for the 4th of July get-together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-CqjkfbZI/AAAAAAAACAQ/HCZagosVZ-M/s200/x3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359145749208591762" /&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/98273924969825316-6692038464964046384?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/6692038464964046384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=6692038464964046384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6692038464964046384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6692038464964046384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/07/saint-louis-part-i.html' title='Saint Louis Road Trip'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sl-BWEUa3UI/AAAAAAAAB_o/ynoNQqgy01Y/s72-c/b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-2455660001903837963</id><published>2009-06-23T19:43:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:41:15.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Let the Dog Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SkF_tDwlN6I/AAAAAAAAB94/C0K4h3LWQcc/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SkF_tDwlN6I/AAAAAAAAB94/C0K4h3LWQcc/s200/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350698244372772770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Xanza here! OMG, lemme tell ya about what happened a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I gots me in some trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, Mommy let me outside to do ma bizness when she got home from work right. Well, that stupid little yippy dog next door started mouthin' off to me yet again. I don't even know what type of dog he is but he's awfully small. I don't even consider him a real dog -- he's so puny. Heck, any dog less that 30 pounds is not a REAL dog. That's just my 1 cents.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Master is cool though...his name is Carl but damn... that dog I can't stand. Every single day, he comes up to the fence and starts talkin' crap to me. He's always sayin' how he can take me, or how he can own me, or how I am no match for him, or how German Shepards sux, or how I have no cajones. Tell me -- what the hell is cajones?! Is that like some Cajun food or sumtin? If it is, I can go for sum of dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, that dog pisses me off so much that I start barkin' at him (which usually gets the Humans upset at me). And to make matters worse, he always be laughin' at me that I am behind the fence and can't get out. He comes right up the the fence and taunts me! OMG - you don't know how much that pisses me off.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a couple days ago he was at it again! He started spewin' stuff about Mom. He started tellin' these aweful "Yo Momma" jokes. I couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't gonna disrespect the only person in this whole wide world that loved me. So, I found a way to get under the fence. Was seriously going off some high adrenalan and I went after him at full speed. OMG...it was so friggin' funny. He got SO scared that he froze for a second then ran straight into his house. He never even came back out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Master, Carl, started rollin'. But then Carl went to go get Mom to let her know that I was out of backyard and running around the street. When she opened the door and saw me outside, she did not have a happy face. She quickly called me and I ran into the house and in my crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, she was mad at me for a bit, I don't regret it. All in a days work if I scared that lil dog shiatless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-2455660001903837963?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/2455660001903837963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=2455660001903837963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/2455660001903837963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/2455660001903837963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-let-dog-out.html' title='Who Let the Dog Out?'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SkF_tDwlN6I/AAAAAAAAB94/C0K4h3LWQcc/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-8477225728983674126</id><published>2009-06-20T20:18:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:31:39.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Boxing Bliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457532788/" title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 140px; height: 186px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3457532788_921de4268f_m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy have things been busy around the house! Both Mommy and Daddy started taking this kick boxing class a few weeks ago. They seem to be enjoying it a lot, although, they often have very sore muscles the day after. That's no fun at all.  Been there, done that while chasing many a rabbit in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it would be cool to join that class too! But unfortunately, they don't allow doggies. Places discriminate SO much against dogs.  It's so not fair! Now I know how women felt when they couldn't have the same rights as men and Blacks not being able to do same things as Whites.  More people should allow doggies to go into Human places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But, as I was saying, it would be fun to take kick boxing with Mommy and Daddy. I can learn how to be strong and defend myself. And anytime Xanza tries to be a bully and beat up on me, I can give him a great jab or hook in the face and make him see birdies. Oooh, that would be SO much fun.  Then, maybe he'll give me some respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SkE0skOxGaI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uktPtfykjTs/s1600-h/boxing_dog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SkE0skOxGaI/AAAAAAAAB9w/uktPtfykjTs/s200/boxing_dog.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350615772537362850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style=" color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think Xanza is probably mad at me because Mommy decided to take me with her on a road trip to Saint Louis. Mommy, Daddy, Grandma Rita and I are all going to visit Aunty Mandy &amp;amp; Uncle Marcus. I simple can't wait to meet my cousin, Xane. I hope he likes me. I hear he's got lots of energy like me so I'm sure we will spend hours and hours playing together. Mommy said that sometimes Xane can be quite naughty though and that I should teach him some good manners while I am there.  I must remember to do that because, I was quite naughtly myself in my youth.  Sure I had a cute face, but I was bad to the bone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I will surely write and let you all know how fabulous my trip is. I'm so excited! This will be my 2nd official road trip to another state. I went to Chicago a few years ago and that was loads of fun. I'm sure Saint Louis will be even better! STL here comes The Bliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size:100%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/2810516110/" title="Arch by loritas, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3273/2810516110_b8dc2a5e2e_m.jpg" alt="Arch" width="240" height="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-8477225728983674126?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/8477225728983674126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=8477225728983674126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8477225728983674126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8477225728983674126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/06/kick-boxing-bliz.html' title='Kick Boxing Bliz'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3457532788_921de4268f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7443570805889887914</id><published>2009-06-04T14:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:04:59.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing fetch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigoupTrZtI/AAAAAAAAB9A/QAPRzleST5U/s1600-h/xavier_german_shep_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigoupTrZtI/AAAAAAAAB9A/QAPRzleST5U/s200/xavier_german_shep_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343565739702576850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I just wanted to give thanks to my Mom. Even though she's been occupied with many errands and projects lately, she still finds time in her very busy day to spend time with me. On her lunch breaks from work, she sometimes drives home to eat lunch and spend some time with me. She would eat her sandwich quickly and then she would take my favorite red kong ball in the backyard and we would play fetch. Also, in the afternoons, even though she's super tired, she'd take a few minutes to play fetch again. I love her and just wanted to thank her. It's only a few minutes but it means the worlds to me. I think that everyone should take a few minutes of their day to do something nice...even when things can seem overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-7443570805889887914?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7443570805889887914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7443570805889887914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7443570805889887914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7443570805889887914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/06/playing-fetch.html' title='Playing fetch'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigoupTrZtI/AAAAAAAAB9A/QAPRzleST5U/s72-c/xavier_german_shep_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-5889574220977214732</id><published>2009-06-03T08:59:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:35:36.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Timmy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigfSTyBS7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/VZO6fnTT9-s/s1600-h/IMG_7369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigfSTyBS7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/VZO6fnTT9-s/s200/IMG_7369.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343555357283273650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Xanza here! How y'all doin'? Me, I've been great. Lots of changes goin' on in da crib. First of all, my Humans opened up a foto bizness. They are workin' very hard. I can't wait for them to be done and then take some pics of me...once the world sees this magnificent face, I will be a STAR! And when I am a star, the white one can be my chauffer and butler. Muahahaha...that would be awesome to boss Bliz around all day.  I'd have a lil bell and ring it every time I want something. Woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SighUa44zaI/AAAAAAAAB84/RfWF--jytEc/s200/2276481602_1ce90c5c0c.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557592574119330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Heck, I just had an idea, I can be the next Lassie! I'd be good too. Sure I ain't no Collie but that doesn't matter. I am in good shape, I run a lot, I can bark AND if I do say so myself...quite handsome. The ladies like that...oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Back to Lassie, oh my God, that would rock. Lassie is my all time hero. Sure, I'd be a male playing a female but I can dig it if it means, riches, ladies and stardom.  To be in that many shows and movies and remembered for all of time would be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigfDGMrS8I/AAAAAAAAB8g/-_Cr3f8BQRk/s200/1235752035724_8lassie_mif_290_210.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 145px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343555095938943938" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'd get to play a cool hero on tv and everyone would love me. But...I don't know about this Timmy brat though...he's friggen stoopid. What so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;rta of kid falls down a well multiple times and expect their dog to come and rescue them each time. Um..no thanks. Once maybe, twice if you're lucky but more than that...you're on your own Tim. Sorry bud, it's a ruff world..just gotta deal. Timmy go down the hole and stayed there...lol. I know I am bad but hey....it's survival of the fittest. If Timmy can't figure out a way to get outta a 5 foot deep hole, then the world will go on without him. Tough nuts kid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sigc_zt712I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/qpoMi_RVdfg/s200/f-Lassie-Help-Timmy-Is-Down-The-Well-6465.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343552840415303522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SighDTzYgKI/AAAAAAAAB8w/1g34_u7sC-0/s200/lassie.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343557298614206626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-5889574220977214732?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/5889574220977214732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=5889574220977214732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/5889574220977214732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/5889574220977214732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/06/screw-timmy.html' title='Screw Timmy!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SigfSTyBS7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/VZO6fnTT9-s/s72-c/IMG_7369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7747072939468425759</id><published>2009-05-22T13:27:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:53:11.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy Masters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457532626/" title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 125px; height: 160px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3457532626_ab1f7805e2_m.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that it has taken me such a long time to write. Master Lors and Master Stan have been quite busy for the past few weeks and I have been unable to use their laptops at my leisure. I figure it must be quite important so I let them use their computers - no questions asked.  From what I gathered, they have started up a photography business. Master Lors takes absolutely beautiful flower photos  and they are trying to share them with the world. I believe they are starting to put their &lt;a href="http://myworld.ebay.com/sajousphoto"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; on Ebay. Feel free to check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have been working very long days at their normal jobs and then come home and work another 5-6 hours in the evenings. I do not understand where they get their energy from. It's as if they are running on jet fuel like Aunty Molly!  If I don't get my 16 hours of beauty sleep, I simply cannot function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked on the wall calendar and it appears that tomorrow is their wedding anniversary. I hope they remember to take some time for each other. Otherwise, I may have to be a "bad boy" and knock the calendar and point to the date with my paw. I hope that it does not have to come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's been seven years already! I've lived with them for approximately 6.5 years so I feel as though that I am apart of their celebration as well. I wish them many more wonderful years. Before Blizzard came along, the three of us did everything together. They were such wonderful parents. They wanted to raise me properly so they were constantly researching every aspect of living with a dog. At times they were strict but they always showered me with lots of love and affection. I must admit, sometimes I did try to test their boundaries and came to learn rather quickly that they meant business. I would not be the dog I am today if it was not for them. Thank you Masters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-7747072939468425759?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7747072939468425759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7747072939468425759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7747072939468425759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7747072939468425759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-busy-masters.html' title='My busy Masters'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3457532626_ab1f7805e2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7691235819143196250</id><published>2009-05-14T13:38:00.036-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:42:15.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard's Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457532738/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="500" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3457532738_ecd1147e41.jpg" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;For those of you that do not know, I sorta had an identity crisis a few years ago. When I was growing up, I was caught between multiple worlds and it utterly confused me. The Masters of my biological parents told Mommy that I was a mutt. I later found out that it meant that it was a mix between two or more breeds. I was half Alaskan Malamute and half Siberian Husky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy would take me for walks, no one would believe that I was a Malamute/Husky mix. It made me quite sad and I could tell that Mommy was annoyed at them too. She loved me for being me, and it did not matter to her if I was "just a mutt". Plus, when I was in Puppy Training class, all the pure bred dogs would be so snobby to me and did not want to play with me. I got so mad at them that sometimes I would slowly sneak up to them and give them a big poke with my paw. Take that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters even worse, when I would accompany Xavier to Schutzhund training in Wisconsin, people would think that I was a white German Shepard. Can you believe that!? I look nothing like a German Shepard dog. All the humans there only liked German Shepards and they just poked fun at me. It made me feel like I was not a real dog because I was not a purebred. Tell me...why must people make fun of those who are different? I just don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so torn between who I should be that I rebeled quite a bit in my youth. I destroyed things around the house, marked things all over, dug big holes in the backyard, and ran away multiple times. I don't know what I was thinking back then, I was just angry and confused at everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years later, I found out that I was actually not Malamute at all...I was a Samoyed/Husky mix. It was at that point that I realized that I just had to be me. Those things did not define who I was, my actions did. I had a wonderful Mommy and Daddy, and two awesome brothers. And even though, we did not share the same blood, we were family. That's what it is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335764669852438674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgxxsneiUJI/AAAAAAAAB7o/vc7RDN10QJA/s200/cza0170l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-7691235819143196250?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7691235819143196250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7691235819143196250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7691235819143196250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7691235819143196250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/blizzards-identity-crisis.html' title='Blizzard&apos;s Identity Crisis'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3457532738_ecd1147e41_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7538929101271049176</id><published>2009-05-09T22:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:26:48.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot for Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZS4dhm_RI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1s6NfXi7bPU/s1600-h/Picture+026_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZS4dhm_RI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1s6NfXi7bPU/s200/Picture+026_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334041938618678546" 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;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Xanza here! So, Xavier &amp;amp; da Bliz told me that tomorrow is Motha's Day and that I should be extra nice to Mom and thank her fer stuff. Well, I don't quite know what all this Moth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZTN-Ri-CI/AAAAAAAAB7g/cW9E2Jw4WfA/s1600-h/1-mothers-day-80.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZTN-Ri-CI/AAAAAAAAB7g/cW9E2Jw4WfA/s200/1-mothers-day-80.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334042308186929186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;a's Day business is about but I think it's kinda silly to just preciate ( I just learned this word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;oot) your mom once a year. I preciate Motha each and every day! I preciate her for feedin' me, givin' me water, playin' with me and all sorts of stuff. I am most thankful for when dad complains about giving me away -- she comes to my rescue and say there's no way he's givin' me away! Thanks Mom - luv ya! You are the best! Enjoy this so-called Motha's Day but remem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ber I think you are awesome every 350...um..360?....um..365 days (yeah, that's it!) a year. Woot for moms everwhere! Raise da woof, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZSWnoK20I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/5gt7-OFQQd0/s1600-h/CRW_3090_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZSWnoK20I/AAAAAAAAB7Q/5gt7-OFQQd0/s320/CRW_3090_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334041357214997314" 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/98273924969825316-7538929101271049176?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7538929101271049176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7538929101271049176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7538929101271049176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7538929101271049176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/woot-for-mom.html' title='Woot for Mom!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZS4dhm_RI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1s6NfXi7bPU/s72-c/Picture+026_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-1718253546209429017</id><published>2009-05-09T22:01:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:12:17.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZLXL1NPDI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BVdylHjIgwY/s1600-h/CRW_2552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZLXL1NPDI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BVdylHjIgwY/s200/CRW_2552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334033670351961138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the most wonderful mother I have ever known, I want to thank you for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... embracing me with your body when I had a fever and was not feeling well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... carrying me up the flight of stairs in the backyard when I hurt my leg (I know that I was not light).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... grooming me so that I would look and be my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... cleaning up after me after I threw up multiple times in the backseat of your new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... not yelling at me when I chewed up your birthday gift from your sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... coming to Wisconsin for so many weeks to watch me perform Schutzhund with Dad.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... bringing home a new rubber ball when I lost my old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... still buying a dog bed when I've chewed up the one I had so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... for picking me when all my other siblings were much more out-going and energetic.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... taking me on wonderful car rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... bringing Blizzard home so that I would not be lonely an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d I would have a brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... letting me finish licking the inside of your yogurt container.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... telling me you love me each and every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZMAYCrv9I/AAAAAAAAB7I/o9fEORBSE5M/s1600-h/CRW_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZMAYCrv9I/AAAAAAAAB7I/o9fEORBSE5M/s320/CRW_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334034378004348882" 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/98273924969825316-1718253546209429017?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/1718253546209429017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=1718253546209429017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/1718253546209429017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/1718253546209429017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SgZLXL1NPDI/AAAAAAAAB7A/BVdylHjIgwY/s72-c/CRW_2552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-4052680089293653339</id><published>2009-05-04T15:50:00.039-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:43:02.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kreativ Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-WpaBrK6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ZCxuP8RWVeA/s1600-h/kreative_blogger_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-WpaBrK6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ZCxuP8RWVeA/s200/kreative_blogger_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332146121935104930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tails of the Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pupperonis&lt;/span&gt; is the recipient of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kreativ&lt;/span&gt; Blogger Award. The terrible threesome (Xavier, Blizzard &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xanza&lt;/span&gt;) would like to say a few words regarding this award. With this award, they are also asked to list seven of their most favorite things. Thank you very much to Pam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; for considering Three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pupperonis&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-UXcTwdII/AAAAAAAAB5I/HyrHkOT3Pr8/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-UXcTwdII/AAAAAAAAB5I/HyrHkOT3Pr8/s200/Picture+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332143614286918786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt; much Lady Pamela for bestowing this honor upon us. I appreciate your kindness an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;d the next time we meet, I will let you play with my red ball for approximately 5 minutes. (Psst - Lady Pamela, I do not want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; but the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kreativ&lt;/span&gt;" is misspelled. Just letting you know...). Let's see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;my 7 favorite things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Master Stan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Master &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Blizzard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kong&lt;/span&gt; ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Going to dog park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Obedience training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Xanza&lt;/span&gt;, I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-VcsI5WfI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/79DIhHVhQSQ/s1600-h/CRW_2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-VcsI5WfI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/79DIhHVhQSQ/s320/CRW_2397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332144803947305458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wow - we won an award already! This is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pawsitively&lt;/span&gt; amazing. I knew that I was cute, but not that cute! Blizzard bear hugs and cold nose kisses to Mommy's good friend, Pam. Even though she's a cat person, she's still an "A-plus" in my book! My favorite things are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mommy, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My Second-Mom, Mandy (She has wonderful smelling hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Frosty Paws Ice Cream - Peanut butter flavor all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Vanilla Woofers - yum yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pissing off other doggies...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Xanza&lt;/span&gt;, the wannabee Shepard. (He's last cause he likes to bite my face! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmph&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-WOJx-JwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/C3Dgi3kh3Bw/s1600-h/Picture+026_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-WOJx-JwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/C3Dgi3kh3Bw/s200/Picture+026_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332145653717804802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Xanza&lt;/span&gt; here! First up, I'd like to thank the academy for this awesome award. Me so happy right now. I tell ya, it's been a ruff road here. Me want to also give a shout out to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;huma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ns&lt;/span&gt; who I could not have done this without, and also my K-9 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;brothas&lt;/span&gt; on the North Side of Saint Paul...yeah. I got the hookup today- yeah! Raise the woof y'all! Favorite things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Xavier's red ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Blizzard's tasty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FOOD...of any kind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rabbits in the backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Frosty Paws Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The humans who feed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;We would now like to send a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kreativ&lt;/span&gt; Blogger Award to Miss Molly for her cute blog at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifewithbuddha.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lifewithbuddha.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-4052680089293653339?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/4052680089293653339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=4052680089293653339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4052680089293653339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4052680089293653339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/tails-of-three-pupperonis-is-recipient.html' title='Kreativ Blogger Award'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf-WpaBrK6I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ZCxuP8RWVeA/s72-c/kreative_blogger_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-4187429993210705675</id><published>2009-05-03T21:09:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:53:02.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with the animals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf5TQ1OXtRI/AAAAAAAAB44/DnrFj4E_90o/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331790557483611410" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 172px; cursor: pointer; height: 115px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf5TQ1OXtRI/AAAAAAAAB44/DnrFj4E_90o/s200/IMG_4155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello! I am sorry that I didn't get a chance to write sooner, I was simply exhausted after the big walk yesterday. When I got home, I just collapsed and feel fast asleep. My paws were hurting so much - ouchie! Both Grandma and Mommy were tired too. We had so much fun this year. I met so many wonderful doggies and got lots of compliments from all the humans. Everywhere I went, they told me how adorable, precious and beautiful I am! It's always nice to hear such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a chance to meet a real pony and the Fox 9 camera man recorded me while I was kissing and snuggling with it. I might be on the news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0808 by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3497668389/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" alt="IMG_0808" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3497668389_1f97bb76e1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw so many wonderful things. There were dog-related stores, activities, contests, music and lots more. I got a bunch of free toys and treats too including a cool bandanna for raising money for the Animal Humane Society! I let Xavier have the purple tennis ball I won and gave Xanza a frisbee they gave away for free. Mommy and I won this contest called Red Light Green Light - we were the first to cross the finish line. The judge said that I had a wonderful sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun with Mommy. I love spending time with her. I can't wait for next year's walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0908 by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3497687449/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 440px; height: 327px;" alt="IMG_0908" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3601/3497687449_54f2a9ce08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took some pictures of the event so feel free to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/sets/72157617654934078/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk for Animals Set on Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0772 by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3497675913/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 215px; height: 285px;" alt="IMG_0772" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3659/3497675913_df2143f73f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-4187429993210705675?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/4187429993210705675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=4187429993210705675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4187429993210705675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4187429993210705675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk-with-animalstalk-with-animals.html' title='Walk with the animals.'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sf5TQ1OXtRI/AAAAAAAAB44/DnrFj4E_90o/s72-c/IMG_4155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-6531739247191097246</id><published>2009-04-28T21:17:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:12:33.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>German Shepard 101 - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffEzA42eEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9NJbV5qL2DY/s1600-h/Picture+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffEzA42eEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9NJbV5qL2DY/s200/Picture+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329945064707094594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xanza here! So, been talkin' to Xavier yesterday while the humans were gone and he thinks I need to be a better dog. He keeps sayin' that I'm a disgrace to my breed. I have no idea what he's talkin' about...I breathe just fine. Sure..sometimes...I get an occasional piece of kibble stuck all up in there...but everything usually turns out ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffSL9Ep2II/AAAAAAAAB4w/5XophCBWE4M/s1600-h/477649970_6bfa47c647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffSL9Ep2II/AAAAAAAAB4w/5XophCBWE4M/s200/477649970_6bfa47c647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329959786830747778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xavier says that he don't want to hurt my feelings but that I should try and follow his lead. For example, he says that when the Masters feed us that I should politely sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nd wait an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d then the Masters will be happy with me. Well, I tried that and it don't seem to work!! I figured that I'd impress the Masters and sit over and over. (If one sit can impress them...why not more). OMG - and between every sit, I ran around in this cool circle! I musta sat like 50 times but for some reason the Masters didn't look too happy. Xavier musta gave me the wrong i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nfo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xavier also said that to be a good German Shepard, I gotta be strong, intelligent and a protector. I been thinkin' about this for a very long time  (since this morning) and I think I gots what it takes. OMG - I am totally strong! I beat up on the white one so much. Oh, and also I am a lean mean fighting machine when it comes to destroying these weird creatures that the Masters bring home called toys. The ones that look like animals, I completely own! Woot woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffIjGU0cmI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/_o8zQUun9UI/s1600-h/lickedtoys_7708b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffIjGU0cmI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/_o8zQUun9UI/s200/lickedtoys_7708b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329949189335183970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty intelligent too, in fact I think I am not just pretty intelligent, I am awesomely intelligent...in fact..."intelligent" happens to be MY middle name. (psst..."Yo Bliz, what does intelligent mean? If you tell me, I won't bite your face today").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffHuWaK6XI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/iXWqRcJZGBE/s1600-h/2557649626_f2ab3243da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffHuWaK6XI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/iXWqRcJZGBE/s200/2557649626_f2ab3243da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329948283119528306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffJuHW9sxI/AAAAAAAAB4o/WbXPEUnbr0c/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffJuHW9sxI/AAAAAAAAB4o/WbXPEUnbr0c/s200/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329950478102803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, and last but not least, I'm a great protector! Once I get that Xavier's toy, I carry it around in my mouth for hours. I even take it when I go do ma business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Heck, I'm such a good protector that if someone broke into ma house and tried to distract me with something I like...I'd so be SO on top of it. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffI5Z1WY6I/AAAAAAAAB4g/ZH8AfwwOTiQ/s1600-h/big-bone-small-dog-funny-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffI5Z1WY6I/AAAAAAAAB4g/ZH8AfwwOTiQ/s200/big-bone-small-dog-funny-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329949572529021858" 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/98273924969825316-6531739247191097246?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/6531739247191097246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=6531739247191097246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6531739247191097246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6531739247191097246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/german-shepard-101-part-i.html' title='German Shepard 101 - Part I'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SffEzA42eEI/AAAAAAAAB3w/9NJbV5qL2DY/s72-c/Picture+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-7784708391219782615</id><published>2009-04-26T12:51:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:27:15.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain rain go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStKZWViEI/AAAAAAAAB20/rg32Ba20ljE/s1600-h/3457532738_ecd1147e41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStKZWViEI/AAAAAAAAB20/rg32Ba20ljE/s200/3457532738_ecd1147e41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329074653201008706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is such a gloomy and rainy day. I heard Mommy tell Daddy that it was raining cats and dogs but when I went to go check, I saw no such thing! Hmph - that would have been fun to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStkNT9hCI/AAAAAAAAB28/hjndp13S77U/s1600-h/raincatsndogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStkNT9hCI/AAAAAAAAB28/hjndp13S77U/s200/raincatsndogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075096646419490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStxh5311I/AAAAAAAAB3E/B0Acz47aqm8/s1600-h/Blizzard+Pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStxh5311I/AAAAAAAAB3E/B0Acz47aqm8/s200/Blizzard+Pics+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329075325512439634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was hoping that Mommy could take me to dog park today but the weather is very yucky outside.  I don't want to get all muddy and wet because that means Mommy has to put me in the crate for several hours. When I was younger, I use to get dirty and wet all the time...and couldn't play until I was all nice and dry. That was no fun at all :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfSqPntZtAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/RpD4fP-z64U/s1600-h/2767576948_d8c7a7481b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfSqPntZtAI/AAAAAAAAB2s/RpD4fP-z64U/s200/2767576948_d8c7a7481b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329071444420310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night Auntie Molly &amp;amp; Uncle Peter came over after going out to eat something called sushi. I don't exactly know how it is made but I keep hearing Mommy and Daddy say that it is made of raw fish and you eat it with sticks. I couldn't believe it! Humans eating raw?! I am impressed. This sushi stuff sounded quite tasty and I hope that someday I am able to try some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was so nice to see Auntie Molly and Uncle P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eter again. I love when other humans come and visit and they give me lots of attention. All I have to do is walk up to them, look at them with these adorable brown eyes, give them a sweet smile or a kiss and I get lots and lots of pats on the head and belly rubs. Oooh, belly rubs are my absolute favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfSybkxTM3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/CX29WI9m_wk/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfSybkxTM3I/AAAAAAAAB3M/CX29WI9m_wk/s200/IMG_4581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329080445882807154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh I almost forgot, Auntie Molly let me smell her wonderful hair again!! If you don't know already, I sorta have an itsy bitsy fetish with hair. I love the smell of all the wonderful scents from the shampoo in human hair. I love it so much that I rub my head all over it and often get too carried away. Sorry Auntie Molly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-7784708391219782615?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/7784708391219782615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=7784708391219782615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7784708391219782615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/7784708391219782615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain rain go away...'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfStKZWViEI/AAAAAAAAB20/rg32Ba20ljE/s72-c/3457532738_ecd1147e41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-4359528529816433366</id><published>2009-04-24T15:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:55:20.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIkdYINp6I/AAAAAAAAB2U/aksYaqDhgrw/s1600-h/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328361396244424610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIkdYINp6I/AAAAAAAAB2U/aksYaqDhgrw/s200/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to my calculations, today is the fifth day in a row where the masters are gone for approximately eight hours. And, if I look outside at the sun's angle in the sky, I believe that they should be home in a few hours. I simply cannot wait till Master Stan and Master Lors get home. They are always so happy on the fifth day. I believe I have heard them call it, "Friday". I love Fridays! I wish I could give a great big hug to Friday. Friday gives me two wonderful days where I can enjoy my Masters' company.&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/98273924969825316-4359528529816433366?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/4359528529816433366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=4359528529816433366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4359528529816433366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4359528529816433366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/fifth-day.html' title='The Fifth Day'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIkdYINp6I/AAAAAAAAB2U/aksYaqDhgrw/s72-c/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-6151668412775157498</id><published>2009-04-24T15:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:34:13.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have all the rabbits gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIf94KH8cI/AAAAAAAAB2E/QPdm1Fhck9w/s1600-h/Xanza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328356457040048578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIf94KH8cI/AAAAAAAAB2E/QPdm1Fhck9w/s200/Xanza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xanza here! Question - do you know where all the rabbits went? The weather is all nice now and I still haven't seen a single one..not one! Makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me want a nice juicy wriggley rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer was awesome - I caught me a bunch of rabbits. I even took out a raccoon and a opposum in back to back weeks, can you believe it?! Those were a bit rough though. They managed to piss me off so much that they were not worth being in ma belly! So I left 'em for Father to take care of. Mother was a bit freaked out as usual. She don't like dead things at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first rabbit kill like it was yesterday...wait a minute...was it yesterday?...naw I don't think so...anyways...I brought ma juicy bunny up to show Mother at the backdoor but she screamed and didn't want to let me inside. I guess she didn't want me bringin' it in the house and makin' a mess...so I did what was needed..muahahaha....all I can say was..."Mmmm, that was a tasty bunny". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328356879852477330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIgWfQdm5I/AAAAAAAAB2M/8raZPI0hMuM/s200/cuterbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I rock...before it was the white one that would get the kills..now I've passed him up. Mother keeps calling him a "lover" not a "fighter"....yeah sure...if lover means you suck and youra pansy. Stupid white dog. I wanna bite his face. Maybe now the humans will see me as 2nd dog. I still haven't seen Xavier take anything out in the backyard but then again, the animals don't even come in the yard when he's around. I guess he's gotta be pretty strong for them to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-6151668412775157498?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/6151668412775157498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=6151668412775157498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6151668412775157498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6151668412775157498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-have-all-rabbits-gone.html' title='Where have all the rabbits gone?'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SfIf94KH8cI/AAAAAAAAB2E/QPdm1Fhck9w/s72-c/Xanza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-4021482182705769224</id><published>2009-04-22T14:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:36:49.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Smell the Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327598470988772354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9ulSEzNAI/AAAAAAAAB1c/deGyDTtjMGc/s200/Blizzard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm sorry that I haven't had much time to write. Mommy and I have been busy preparing for our Walk for Animals fundraiser sponsered by the Animal Humane Society (AHS). Every year, AHS has this huge walk with lots of animals to raise money for animal causes. Last year, Mommy, Grandma and I walked about 2 miles and raised over $300 for charity. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327598782635820930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9u3bDPx4I/AAAAAAAAB1k/qnvTNh3J_xg/s200/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also able to meet other wonderful doggies, eat lots of ice cream, get my pict&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9vFMckbOI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Zpc1xoxrqjk/s1600-h/daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327599019233668322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9vFMckbOI/AAAAAAAAB1s/Zpc1xoxrqjk/s200/daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ure taken by lots of people, see a professional football player, listen to bands that played songs about dogs, and visit booths with fun things just for me. I even got a chance for flirt...hehe. I met this beautiful sammy; her name was Daisy and we immediately hit it off. I was so drawn to her that I kept following her, smelling her and cuddling with her. I just couldn't take my eyes away from her. Mommy thought it was SO cute and I could tell that she was thinking grandpuppies! Silly Mommy - I was only flirting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327599290154689474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9vU9tLI8I/AAAAAAAAB10/5qN91tMXpY0/s200/daisy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is working so hard trying to get me in shape for the walk this year. I guess, this year it will be at a different place and we have to walk 5 miles. Oh my gosh - I hope my paws can handle it. She is also busy trying to get those few last minute donations. So, if you know anyone who might be interested in donating, please go to this place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://events.animalhumanesociety.org/site/TR/Walk/General?px=1147541&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1080&amp;amp;et=Dj_JoN_IITarXkmqUijbGg..&amp;amp;s_tafId=10251"&gt;http://events.animalhumanesociety.org/site/TR/Walk/General?px=1147541&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1080&amp;amp;et=Dj_JoN_IITarXkmqUijbGg..&amp;amp;s_tafId=10251&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the walk. I love Mommy so much and love spending time with her. She's my everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327599536529953346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9vjThnUkI/AAAAAAAAB18/cH2CyAMeUWY/s200/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/98273924969825316-4021482182705769224?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/4021482182705769224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=4021482182705769224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4021482182705769224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/4021482182705769224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry-that-i-havent-had-much-time-to.html' title='Stop and Smell the Daisy'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se9ulSEzNAI/AAAAAAAAB1c/deGyDTtjMGc/s72-c/Blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-8971043078296013203</id><published>2009-04-21T10:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:49:18.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it's fun to pretend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se3lLGGSbGI/AAAAAAAABzk/AGLe7OGlBrI/s1600-h/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327165913027472482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se3lLGGSbGI/AAAAAAAABzk/AGLe7OGlBrI/s200/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know that there are some who think that I cannot differentiate between being human and being a dog. I feel as though that I am judged for turning my back on my species because I enjoy the simple pleasures of human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when I was a young pup, Master Stan would take me for car rides in his sports car. On some occasions, he would make a quick stop into a store and I would wait for him in the car. When he would return, he would catch me in the driver's seat. Now, I know that this looks quite bad but that was not my intention. All I wanted was to feel what it was like to drive...like Master Stan. I would put my paws up and wish I had opposable thumbs to grasp the steering wheel. I would imagine the cool summer air in my fur and the sweet smells of delectable food as they slowly linger near my nose. Is that so terribly wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166283198757922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se3lgpF__CI/AAAAAAAABzs/j2Ja6TaGp1U/s200/dog-car-460_1207383c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that all things that the humans do intrigue me. So, I take it upon myself to pretend when I am given the opportunity. Like when the Masters are at work, I hop into their bed and pretend to be lazy and sleep in. Or when people come over to visit, I sometimes greet them with a handshake. On one occasion I was given the chance to try real beer! Master Stan poured some cheap beer for me in my bowl but I did not like it very much and had to politely refuse. He then got the idea of pouring some Optimator, a German brew, in hopes that I would like it better. Surely enough, that was quite tasty and refeshing. I licked it all up! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166711151712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se3l5jV72bI/AAAAAAAABz0/i5t24eCjKV0/s200/optimator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-8971043078296013203?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/8971043078296013203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=8971043078296013203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8971043078296013203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/8971043078296013203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-its-fun-to-pretend.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s fun to pretend...'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Se3lLGGSbGI/AAAAAAAABzk/AGLe7OGlBrI/s72-c/3456715035_12100396ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-3986137271949451852</id><published>2009-04-20T10:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:43:28.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457532626/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 97px; height: 111px;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3457532626_ab1f7805e2.jpg" height="500" width="387" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Masters call me Xavier. They both had liked the name prior me joining the family. I did some research and found out the origin of my name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XAVIER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Masculine&lt;br /&gt;Usage: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/eng.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/fre.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/por.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="usg" href="http://www.behindthename.com/nmc/cat.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Catalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Derived from the Basque place name Etxaberri meaning "the new house". This was the surname of the Jesuit priest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="ngl" href="http://www.behindthename.com/glossary/view/saint"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Francis Xavier (1506-1552). He was a missionary to India, Japan, China, and other areas in eastern Asia, and he is the patron saint of the Orient and missionaries. His surname has since been adopted as a given name in his honour, chiefly among Catholics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326858257088778914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 132px; height: 144px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SezNXKaiEqI/AAAAAAAABzU/dt8mN2iGfts/s200/200px-Franciscus_de_Xabier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457532738/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 104px; height: 143px;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3565/3457532738_ecd1147e41.jpg" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Blizzard. I'm half Samoyed and half Husky, thus my all white exterior. When I was a little puppy, Mommy and Daddy had to drive through some icky weather in the dead of winter to come and get me from my biological Mommy. It was snowing a lot that night. It was Daddy who thought of the name, Blizzard. I think it suits me pawfectly. Mommy had some crazy ideas for names like Merlin and Cyclone...I love her to death but I'm sure thankful for Daddy's creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326797185147431442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 152px; height: 102px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SeyV0TtDahI/AAAAAAAABzE/iscikTsRs1k/s200/Ground%2520Blizzard%2520Negaunee%2520MI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3456714873/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 103px; height: 82px;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3456714873_c29e578384.jpg" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Xanza is my name! I am not sure I fully understand it but Mom and Dad says I was named after a fictional anime character. The show is called Rurouri Kenshin. Has to do with samurais. OMG! How cool is that!! The character used a big weapon called a zanbato and when he used it, he called himself Zanza. Mom and Dad replaced the "Z" with an "X" (it's a German Shepard thing - woot!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798024998910786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 125px; height: 146px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SeyWlMZP-0I/AAAAAAAABzM/hGEXs6jjBbs/s200/200px-Wikisano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-3986137271949451852?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/3986137271949451852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=3986137271949451852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3986137271949451852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3986137271949451852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/3457532626_ab1f7805e2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-3201057228384975679</id><published>2009-04-19T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:14:33.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out to Xane!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SevY2mxCQrI/AAAAAAAAByc/hQLUushRklw/s1600-h/IMG_7351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326589416926495410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SevY2mxCQrI/AAAAAAAAByc/hQLUushRklw/s200/IMG_7351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Givin' a shout out to my cuz, Xane from S.T.L. I keep hearin' we have a lot in common. Can't wait to meet up and cause some mischief together. Luv ya, bro! Say "Yo!" to your 'rents, Mandy &amp;amp; Marcus for me. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="001 (20) by Amanda Gendon, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31457187@N07/2945609091/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 182px; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="001 (20)" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3287/2945609091_fda763d187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-3201057228384975679?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/3201057228384975679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=3201057228384975679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3201057228384975679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/3201057228384975679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/shout-out-to-xane.html' title='Shout Out to Xane!!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SevY2mxCQrI/AAAAAAAAByc/hQLUushRklw/s72-c/IMG_7351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-2873571989689024004</id><published>2009-04-19T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:15:23.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Hierarchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Seuu84Lgg8I/AAAAAAAAByU/qARKoQq8nPs/s1600-h/IMG_7357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326543345191781314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Seuu84Lgg8I/AAAAAAAAByU/qARKoQq8nPs/s200/IMG_7357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xanza here! Oh my God -- this is SO cool! Me famous! I see me on Mother's glowy thingy that she types on while sitting on the couch. She is on that thingy a lot. Father has one too. It must be their favorite toys or something. My favorite toy is this red rubber ball. It is fun to carry it around in my mouth. The big shepard likes it too but I try my best to steal it from him. OMG - I tried SO many times to get my ball from him but he growls at me when I get close to him. Oh well! I will get it sometime - he is a lot bigger than me and I don't want to mess with him. He is too strong but one day I will take him. And that day, I will be the alpha dog in this house! Woot woot! Muahahahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3457531988/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3539/3457531988_f03b242f4d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white one, on the other hand, is such a puss...a big puss...a gigantic puss. Anytime he hears something loud - he goes and runs under the kitchen table OR when we are outside he goes and hides under the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Picture 051 by loritas, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritas/3456727489/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="Picture 051" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3613/3456727489_192b0d13a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG - how wimpy is that?! He has no place being 2nd dog in the house! Sometimes, I mess with him. I like to beat up on him. I don't mean to hurt him (cause Mother would kill me!) but it's SO much fun. I can't help myself. He is such a wimp -- did I tell you that already?!? Well, got to go - I sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-2873571989689024004?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/2873571989689024004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=2873571989689024004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/2873571989689024004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/2873571989689024004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/canine-hierarchy.html' title='Canine Hierarchy'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Seuu84Lgg8I/AAAAAAAAByU/qARKoQq8nPs/s72-c/IMG_7357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-98273924969825316.post-6284596853864515732</id><published>2009-04-18T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:15:46.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sepo01gVESI/AAAAAAAABv0/DnJV0WZgewE/s1600-h/xavier_german_shep_05.jpg_w450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326184766244196642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sepo01gVESI/AAAAAAAABv0/DnJV0WZgewE/s200/xavier_german_shep_05.jpg_w450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was so much fun. I absolutely adore what the humans call, Spring. While Master Stan was cleaning the grill outside, he was throwing my favorite red kong ball to me. I love my ball! I am so extatic that the weather is warm and the masters can take me outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last week, Master Lors took me to the dog park. Unfortunately, when we arrived, there was a grumpy old man there and he said that I was not allowed into the fenced-in facility area. He said that big dogs like me were not allowed in that area between 6pm-7pm. I was so disappointed that we would have to go home. I wanted to play! It was my first outing from the long Minnesota winter. I could tell that Master Lors was a bit sad that I could not play with the other dogs. She wants me to socialize with other dogs besides my brothers. But, she ended up taking me to the larger open non-fenced area with the pond. She did not mind me going in that area because I stick close to her and do not wander off like Blizzard. Master Lors threw the tennis balls for me for over an hour! Although there were no other dogs in that area, I loved spending time with Master Lors, aka Mom. I must admit that towards the end, I was getting a bit tired and purposely hid three of the tennis balls so that she would not see them. I am very out of shape and that needs to change. All in all, my first dog park outing for the Spring was spectacular. I cannot wait to go again and hopefully I will be able to show off how well-behaved I am to the other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cleaner than a human's mouth by shub2079, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shub2079/2393761788/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="Cleaner than a human's mouth" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2171/2393761788_5dcaf0a1bc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/98273924969825316-6284596853864515732?l=threepupperonis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/feeds/6284596853864515732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=98273924969825316&amp;postID=6284596853864515732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6284596853864515732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/98273924969825316/posts/default/6284596853864515732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threepupperonis.blogspot.com/2009/04/lovin-spring.html' title='Lovin&apos; Spring!'/><author><name>Lors</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14636401227472068391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/SetzOSiRvQI/AAAAAAAABxc/P0p-b9fnPJI/S220/IMG_7062.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BabWmmR5Mhs/Sepo01gVESI/AAAAAAAABv0/DnJV0WZgewE/s72-c/xavier_german_shep_05.jpg_w450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
