<?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-29671733</id><updated>2011-12-28T13:18:51.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Abby</title><subtitle type='html'>About a little brown dog and her sister and brother in Kansas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-2026614921519434353</id><published>2009-02-06T11:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:18:18.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break...</title><content type='html'>We lost Jack-Johnson this morning.  He passed away in my Mama's arms with all of us around.  We took care of him all night last night.  Mama and us slept on the couch near his kennel.    We got up and turned him and gave him water every 2 hours.  We gave him pain medicine and adjusted the heater to keep him warm.  Dr Koster thought he might do better at home while we were waiting to see if his leg could be saved.  He was very quiet and tired at the clinic and Dr Koster thought he might be more comfortable at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to recognize that he was at home, but was still very uncomfortable and unhappy.  He just got sleepier and sleepier during the night.  Then Mama just felt like we needed to check on him, and he was breathing funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really nice people from &lt;a href="http://petangelmemorialcenter.com/"&gt;Pet Angel&lt;/a&gt; came out and picked him up.    Dr Koster called and offered us comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama has been crying a lot today, so we're going to take a break from our blog for a little while.  It's been pretty hard on Mama and Daddy to lose 2 furkids in 2 weeks.  It's been hard on us, too, since we've never known life without Sunny and Jack.   Thank-you to those of you who have sent us prayers and good wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYxz2yUSzhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5H2St4OV56s/s1600-h/Pictures2003-2005+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYxz2yUSzhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5H2St4OV56s/s400/Pictures2003-2005+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jack " Big Palooka" Smith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3/08/2001-02/06/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-2026614921519434353?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/2026614921519434353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=2026614921519434353' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2026614921519434353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2026614921519434353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYxz2yUSzhI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5H2St4OV56s/s72-c/Pictures2003-2005+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-1677501837522385429</id><published>2009-02-05T11:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:46:56.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bad Day for Jack-Johnson</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago my brother got home from work in the middle of the night.  Sometimes Jack-Johnson likes to sneak out then.  My brother was working on the computer when he heard Jack-Johnson screaming.  He ran outside and saw that Jack was being attacked by what looked like two pointer-type hunting dogs.  My brother beat the dogs off several times because they kept trying to come back.  Jack couldn't move his back legs and had some boo-boos that were bleeding.  My brother and my Mama took him to the Emergency Vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, they called and said that Jack had no broken bones!  Just torn muscles in his back end.  My Daddy took him to Dr Koster yesterday.  Dr Koster said he is doing better and actually trying to walk!  He might get to come home today.  I was so worried.  We all just kissed his head and prodded him gently before he went to the Emergency Vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 This is Taz and I waiting for news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYsj3colA_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YrYxmKVHdzI/s1600-h/P1020294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYsj3colA_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YrYxmKVHdzI/s320/P1020294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299368822017688562" 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/29671733-1677501837522385429?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/1677501837522385429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=1677501837522385429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/1677501837522385429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/1677501837522385429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-bad-day-for-jack-johnson.html' title='Another Bad Day for Jack-Johnson'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SYsj3colA_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YrYxmKVHdzI/s72-c/P1020294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-8227577047072309718</id><published>2009-01-27T11:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:46:13.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Mama, Sunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9App0_uWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IL_wIf22lfE/s1600-h/Aug-2006-2+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9App0_uWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IL_wIf22lfE/s400/Aug-2006-2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunny Marie Smith  1997-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;I don't feel like talking much today.  My other Mama, Sunny, went to the Rainbow Bridge yesterday. Mama says Sunny was 12 years old.  She had been kinda tired lately, then she fell down Sunday night.  Daddy took her to Dr. Koster yesterday and he said she had a really big tumor in her tummy. I don't know what a tumor is, but I miss Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my first doggie friend.  When I came here as a little puppy, I really, really wanted to PLAY!!  I had to bug Sunny ALOT, then she finally played with me.  She also cleaned me sometimes.  And she showed me where to go potty.  Mama says she took me "under her paw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9AqvRo1fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ukMUpa515kw/s1600-h/Pictures2003-2005+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9AqvRo1fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ukMUpa515kw/s400/Pictures2003-2005+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9AqW5VV-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/w2UJ_gf9o9g/s1600-h/Aug-2006-2+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9AqW5VV-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/w2UJ_gf9o9g/s400/Aug-2006-2+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny's Daddy was a really goofy St Bernard named Argyle.  Her Mama was a Rottweiler named Aspen.  She has lived with my Mama and Daddy since she was 6 weeks old.  Sunny was very strict with all of us, but she never harmed a fly.  Mama says she was the "playground watcher" because she would watch us carefully when we played and rush in to break us up if she thought we were being too rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny LOVED to eat.  Just the other day, she stole part of a rack of ribs from my Daddy when he was bringing them in from the smoker!!  She could also steal a burger patty RIGHT out from between the buns!!  She was lucky, she didn't have to stand on her tippy toes to counter surf like I do.&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;I know Sunny is happily playing now with Buddy, Shelby and Stanley.  But I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9ArL8OTpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F3oWmTmPi40/s1600-h/Pictures2003-2005+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9ArL8OTpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/F3oWmTmPi40/s400/Pictures2003-2005+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is  a video Mama found of us when I was just a few months old.  I thought I was pretty tough, but now I realize that she was letting me win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2931b93b544af545" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=8227577047072309718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/8227577047072309718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/8227577047072309718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-other-mama-sunny.html' title='My Other Mama, Sunny'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SX9App0_uWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IL_wIf22lfE/s72-c/Aug-2006-2+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-2546288147831073259</id><published>2009-01-23T13:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:15:07.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mama Loves Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="462" height="359" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2b11b4b224827220" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/2546288147831073259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=2546288147831073259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2546288147831073259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2546288147831073259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mama-loves-us.html' title='My Mama Loves Us'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-6935626747962416567</id><published>2009-01-22T18:57:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:34:20.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Tucson</title><content type='html'>Mama, Olivia and I were feeling homesick for Tucson today.  We found some pictures of when we used to go for long walks.  The only time we didn't get to for a walk was when it was raining.  Then we just waited for it to be over and went out and splashed in puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkXM3fsMNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nguhBwEnAh8/s1600-h/0101081631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkXM3fsMNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nguhBwEnAh8/s320/0101081631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294288346773467346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down this wash to get the the River Walk was Olivia's Mostest Favoritist part.  That's because lots of little dogs with really long ears (Mama says they are called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rabbits&lt;/span&gt; ) lived there and would run really fast when they saw us.  She would have LOVED to have been allowed to chase them.  Once or twice there was water in our wash, so we had to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be careful, because sometimes there would be some wild dogs that Mama calls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coyotes&lt;/span&gt; in the wash.  They never bothered us.  Mama said they wandered up through the big wash called the Re-EEE-tow (Mama says it's spelled Rillito) and took a wrong turn.  I always hoped they found their way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkXM3fsMNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nguhBwEnAh8/s1600-h/0101081631.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkV9L00MQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I1DXnwa36pM/s1600-h/0101081630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkV9L00MQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I1DXnwa36pM/s320/0101081630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once  we saw some people on a big, huge dog that Mama called a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horse&lt;/span&gt;.  It had really funny feet and smelled weird.   I would hate it if people tried to ride on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Mama says this is a Walking Stick.  It scared me at first cause it was really big.  We found it one morning just hanging on the wall. Mama moved it up a little, and told me to "leave it alone."  It wasn't really big enough to chew on, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkbb7LkjSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HYyTrxgKbSg/s1600-h/abbbyandvern+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkbb7LkjSI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HYyTrxgKbSg/s320/abbbyandvern+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294293003507371298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me gazing in the dusk at my beautiful back yard in Tucson.  I had green grass ALL THE TIME.  And that tree made things called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peaches&lt;/span&gt; one time.  Olivia and I ate all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peaches&lt;/span&gt; that Mama picked off that tree when she wasn't looking.  She was pretty steamed.  She said it was a good thing we didn't eat the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pits&lt;/span&gt;, which are the hard things that are like chew toys.  She said they are poisonous for dogs.  It's also possible that I am on patrol for bird invaders in this photo.  I never caught one.  But neither did Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkcRXdflfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FeY7lnK_qxY/s1600-h/0730071224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkcRXdflfI/AAAAAAAAAWc/FeY7lnK_qxY/s320/0730071224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294293921631802866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/invalid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkV9L00MQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/I1DXnwa36pM/s1600-h/0101081630.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-6935626747962416567?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/6935626747962416567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=6935626747962416567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6935626747962416567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6935626747962416567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-tucson.html' title='Dreaming of Tucson'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXkXM3fsMNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nguhBwEnAh8/s72-c/0101081631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-6791395531506060416</id><published>2009-01-20T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:07:45.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In-aww-grr-a-shun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;So my Mama and my sister were watching the TV this morning.  Mama said it was "really important, be quiet."  It was just some boring people getting in and out of cars and walking down steps and talking and singing and stuff.  There were no dogs in the show. Mama said it was the in-aww-grrr-a-shun.  Taz moaned and groaned like he always does, but I was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he disappeared upstairs.  Usually Mama calls him back or goes after him, cause he's ALWAYS getting in trouble, but today she was just watching the boring show and eating crackers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he got into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXYtGFFPMOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IbQOjteYfFs/s1600-h/P1020290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXYtGFFPMOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IbQOjteYfFs/s320/P1020290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother said, "I was NOT eating cat poop!  I don't know how that stuff got on my nose!  Somebody's tryin ta get me in trouble again!"  Then he had to get his face washed.  Ha HA!&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-6791395531506060416?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/6791395531506060416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=6791395531506060416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6791395531506060416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6791395531506060416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-mama-and-my-sister-were-watching.html' title='What&apos;s In-aww-grr-a-shun?'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXYtGFFPMOI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IbQOjteYfFs/s72-c/P1020290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-4343458893187016695</id><published>2009-01-18T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:00:54.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not the Pack Leader!!!  Yeah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Wow.  I just realized a couple days ago that I don't have to be the Pack Leader!!!!  That is a big load off my little, anxious shoulders.  It's so cool to let Mama and Daddy be in charge.  I feel like a new girl.  I am relaxed and happy for the first time in months!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the "No Dog Zone" that my Mama put on the floor.  I'm totally OK with it, but Taz and Olivia are NOT.  Taz tries to &lt;em&gt;sneak&lt;/em&gt; in, one paw at a time, and Olivia tries to &lt;em&gt;zoom&lt;/em&gt; in  - or "fly under the radar" Mama says.  They are just not as smart as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYg0m3tLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XNFbTOMJX48/s1600-h/P1020280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYg0m3tLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XNFbTOMJX48/s320/P1020280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                           Our sissy and brother are supposed to be coming to visit.  Where are they???  The game has already started!  The snacks are already made!!  Daddy says the Cards are "gonna open up a can" on the Eagles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYhCSyoeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/W5oxzcj4ah4/s1600-h/P1020285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYhCSyoeI/AAAAAAAAAUU/W5oxzcj4ah4/s320/P1020285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                  Sissy?????  WHERE ARE YOU????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYhetKxlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IAoE8erC3Pw/s1600-h/P1020281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYhetKxlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/IAoE8erC3Pw/s320/P1020281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-4343458893187016695?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/4343458893187016695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=4343458893187016695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/4343458893187016695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/4343458893187016695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-not-pack-leader-yeah.html' title='I&apos;m not the Pack Leader!!!  Yeah!!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOYg0m3tLI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XNFbTOMJX48/s72-c/P1020280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-6836462298134056363</id><published>2009-01-15T19:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:30:19.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doggie Nanny</title><content type='html'>So, my mama is always saying she's gonna call The Dog Whisperer on me when I'm bad.  I'm not usually bad,  just sometimes when we go for walks.  But the other day, I was mean to my sister, Olivia.  My mama says that I can't be allowed to do that again.  She thinks I'm confused about who's the boss here.  I AM confused, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called Doggie Nanny 911.  Her real name is Kathy and she is really nice.  She smells good and has good things to eat in her pockets.   You cannot BELIEVE how much I like doing things and getting treats.  I showed her all the stuff I know how to do.  She was impressed. She has a thing that makes a noise when I do something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're not allowed in the place where the food gets made.  They keep telling us "out'.  I also have to sit and wait when Mama opens the door.  I'm not allowed to stand on my Dad's lap and put my paws on his shoulders.  They say this means I think I'm his boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how it's going.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-6836462298134056363?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/6836462298134056363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=6836462298134056363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6836462298134056363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6836462298134056363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/doggie-nanny.html' title='The Doggie Nanny'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-5501707516656129734</id><published>2009-01-14T20:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:23:38.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just wanted to let everybody know that Jack-Johnson came home Friday.   He is just as obnoxious as he was when he left.  His leg is SHAVED!    He is mad because Mom and Dad have to give him medicine.  Taz likes the medicine - even though it's not his.   It smells like strawberries.  I am suspicious, but he is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SW6c1f-1d_I/AAAAAAAAATU/uspNKFvJYto/s1600-h/P1020064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SW6c1f-1d_I/AAAAAAAAATU/uspNKFvJYto/s320/P1020064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291339055138961394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama says this picture says "alot."  I wish I could read, but I do like pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-5501707516656129734?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/5501707516656129734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=5501707516656129734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5501707516656129734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5501707516656129734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-wanted-to-let-everybody-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SW6c1f-1d_I/AAAAAAAAATU/uspNKFvJYto/s72-c/P1020064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-2444706168478670422</id><published>2009-01-09T12:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:33:23.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Jack-Johnson</title><content type='html'>Mom says Jack-Johnson is doing fine.  She says Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koster&lt;/span&gt; says he can come home this afternoon.  YEAH!!!!  Mom says he will have to eat different food from now on.  I wonder if the litter box goodies will taste different now.  Mom says his poop-box is NOT A BUFFET.  Personally, I don't like it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taz&lt;/span&gt; does.   He  thinks he is being sneaky, but he has stuff all over his nose sometimes.  What a tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxYCEUuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hmcOgo1HkDM/s1600-h/P1020266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxYCEUuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hmcOgo1HkDM/s320/P1020266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew, Leo, had surgery yesterday.  He had com-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pli&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shons&lt;/span&gt;.  He has a diaper on.  It's yellow with some bones on it.  He came to stay with my mom for the day for ob-sir-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;-shun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxtI2xpI/AAAAAAAAATE/zwEGRZdZFKg/s1600-h/P1020272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxtI2xpI/AAAAAAAAATE/zwEGRZdZFKg/s320/P1020272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxLDTrLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/K_sXFZyV7mU/s1600-h/P1020278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxLDTrLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/K_sXFZyV7mU/s320/P1020278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am nursing him back to health.  Plus, a better view of his DIAPER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Olivia, got her new collar from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GreytEscape&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.  Isn't it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; ?  It's totally HER.  If you're looking for a comfortable tag collar at a great price (much less expensive than the pet store) try here...&lt;a href="http://www.greytescape.com/store/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GreytEscapeAccessories  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-2444706168478670422?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/2444706168478670422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=2444706168478670422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2444706168478670422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/2444706168478670422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-jack-johnson.html' title='Update on Jack-Johnson'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWecxYCEUuI/AAAAAAAAAS8/hmcOgo1HkDM/s72-c/P1020266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-1903823614801768842</id><published>2009-01-08T14:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:44:04.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Jack-Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 180px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-042767773411048615 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxOMK0H8flU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 216px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09958582048835168 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxOMK0H8flU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 216px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05464691065579375 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxOMK0H8flU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 231px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05464691065579375 visible ontop" href="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1510191/2_legged_dog.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Today my brother, Jack-Johnson, is in the hospital with bladder stones.    I tried to tell my mom and dad that he didn't feel well, but they didn't listen.    Taz and I are very worried about him.  My mom says that he will be OK, and will come home tomorrow, but I don't know.    I keep checking his poop-box and his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Kira, came over last night and we had a slumber party.  She says her brothers are going to get "fixed" today, and her parents didn't want her to spend the day alone.  We've had fun.  We played outside and took a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mom doesn't have any pictures, she decided to show you this video of Sugar.  Sugar was apparently found by a Taiwan rescue group  with broken legs and other injuries.  Obviously, she is quite a survivor - with the help of some really cool people who think dogs deserve love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1510191/2_legged_dog.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1510191/2_legged_dog/"&gt;2 Legged Dog&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The funniest home videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-1903823614801768842?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/1903823614801768842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=1903823614801768842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/1903823614801768842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/1903823614801768842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-my-brother-jack-johnson-is-in.html' title='Poor Jack-Johnson'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-332559345084670467</id><published>2009-01-06T10:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T14:09:27.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No smiles for Mama today</title><content type='html'>Only 2 exciting things.  My brother Jack-Johnson got a new bed.   Mom says he has to put up with lots of &lt;em&gt;greeef &lt;/em&gt;from all of us dogs.  I don't know about that.  I think he likes to play chase - he always runs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWOMPLQ-92I/AAAAAAAAARE/bXlRy7gnBQ8/s1600-h/P1020256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWOMPLQ-92I/AAAAAAAAARE/bXlRy7gnBQ8/s320/P1020256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was trying to get a picture of me smiling.  I have vowed never to be smiling when she pushes the button.  I think this would ruin the overall effect&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWOMOk5WSeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PGrgKJG5mAo/s1600-h/P1020260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWOMOk5WSeI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PGrgKJG5mAo/s320/P1020260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and surprise of the elusive smile.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-332559345084670467?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/332559345084670467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=332559345084670467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/332559345084670467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/332559345084670467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/only-2-exciting-things.html' title='No smiles for Mama today'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SWOMPLQ-92I/AAAAAAAAARE/bXlRy7gnBQ8/s72-c/P1020256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-5232729720474253758</id><published>2009-01-03T21:20:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:31:36.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great White Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;So, my dad got a thing called a "smoker" for his birthday.  You cannot BELIEVE how good it smells.  Anyway, my mom put the turkey in this White Thing with some water and other stuff.  My little brother was scared of the White Thing!  He sniffed it from all angles.  He stretched his whole body out so much that his back feet slid away from him on the floor.  He was pretty worried when she put the White Thing in the fridge with our other stuff.  But it turned out OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think he's such a baby.  I'm scared of Big Square Things, but so what?  That's way different than White Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you just can't be too careful, right Taz?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f38392ae8087ea8e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df38392ae8087ea8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25AE70E434E82F385B954D761E8C1E29846FF397.68BF42A3DCA7369BB215D1E92227142D2D2B46A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df38392ae8087ea8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqefchUmj71s1z7_Mxgam9xRyQlo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df38392ae8087ea8e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25AE70E434E82F385B954D761E8C1E29846FF397.68BF42A3DCA7369BB215D1E92227142D2D2B46A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df38392ae8087ea8e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqefchUmj71s1z7_Mxgam9xRyQlo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-5232729720474253758?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f38392ae8087ea8e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/5232729720474253758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=5232729720474253758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5232729720474253758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5232729720474253758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-dad-got-thing-called-smoker-for.html' title='The Great White Thing'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-6847353939627785562</id><published>2009-01-03T19:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T10:43:00.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver's Movie</title><content type='html'>My mom found this GREAT video of an AGR greyhound starring in his OWN MOVIE!!!!  Gosh.  He's lucky.  Olivia says he is doing his own singing.  She says she knows a greyhound's voice when she hears it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-07395975928014964 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9TwS5H2RIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9TwS5H2RIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I9TwS5H2RIU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-6847353939627785562?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/6847353939627785562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=6847353939627785562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6847353939627785562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/6847353939627785562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/click-here-to-block-this-object-with.html' title='Oliver&apos;s Movie'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-8789416780890267853</id><published>2009-01-03T09:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:21:55.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sad today.  My friends moved out yesterday.  My friends Kira, Leo and Diesel.  They were my neice and nephews.  They moved to Wichita.  I'm going to go take away the squeaky toy from Taz now.  Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J6YVzGDI/AAAAAAAAALM/S-3TTl3k6fI/s1600-h/P1020090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J6YVzGDI/AAAAAAAAALM/S-3TTl3k6fI/s320/P1020090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kira&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J64kbNjI/AAAAAAAAALU/A1TQf1W0YX4/s1600-h/P1020088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J64kbNjI/AAAAAAAAALU/A1TQf1W0YX4/s320/P1020088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J7CKgMkI/AAAAAAAAALc/gv6S0XvqMq8/s1600-h/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J7CKgMkI/AAAAAAAAALc/gv6S0XvqMq8/s320/P1020219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leo, me and Kira&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J7fiUt0I/AAAAAAAAALk/TATUH-3TRKE/s1600-h/P1020227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J7fiUt0I/AAAAAAAAALk/TATUH-3TRKE/s320/P1020227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Olivia and Kira&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-8789416780890267853?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/8789416780890267853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=8789416780890267853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/8789416780890267853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/8789416780890267853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-sad-today.html' title='Sad Today...'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SV-J6YVzGDI/AAAAAAAAALM/S-3TTl3k6fI/s72-c/P1020090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-7539159770775843236</id><published>2008-12-31T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:27:35.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aja and Olivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after Laverne, there was Olivia.  Mom didn't get any pictures of her right away because she went to live with a family who thought they wanted to adopt her.  Mom was so devastated that she rushed to the kennel and picked up Aja.  Aja was THE MOST PLAYFUL GREYHOUND EVER!!!   As soon as we were introduced in the yard, we played for an hour.  She wasn't afraid of anything, and was game to try anything.  She was very, very bossy, though.  She really loved going to the dog park, and was never bad there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FtWW86I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8rI369jnFAw/s1600-h/87iu+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FtWW86I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8rI369jnFAw/s320/87iu+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;She really did have her pick of several dog beds and other assorted furniture, but she preferred to hang out in the closet with a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FhnamMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yxvGq-BjNg8/s1600-h/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FhnamMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yxvGq-BjNg8/s320/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Aja's talent was singing.  Just about anything would get her going - then Oliva and I would join in.  It was soooooo much fun.  The neighbors thought we were really crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FnUp5XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sY0qqksuDr8/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FnUp5XI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sY0qqksuDr8/s320/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aja went to a forever home with a huge pitbull-labrador mix named Harley and his mom who was a school teacher.  They had a HUGE backyard, and Harley agreed right away that Aja could be in charge of the whole family.  They now live happily ever after in Tucson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7F50OEII/AAAAAAAAAJU/HH64bMWX4_g/s1600-h/DSCN1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7F50OEII/AAAAAAAAAJU/HH64bMWX4_g/s320/DSCN1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Aja and Olivia.  Olivia ended up coming back from her adoptive home after 2 weeks - much to my mom's utter relief.  So...we had 2 hounds, me, my sister and my mom and my brother, Jovi all in a little apartment.  It was actually pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-7539159770775843236?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/7539159770775843236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=7539159770775843236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7539159770775843236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7539159770775843236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/12/aja-and-olivia.html' title='Aja and Olivia'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVu7FtWW86I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8rI369jnFAw/s72-c/87iu+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-7779703379678696721</id><published>2008-12-30T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:13:13.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was an Only Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I was very bored before I got my greyhound friends.  I could often be found like this after a long day of watching soaps and drinking coffee.  The remote was never far from my paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwnhNLgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2IFFKznjzWY/s1600-h/joviandabby+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwnhNLgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2IFFKznjzWY/s320/joviandabby+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is how I used to look after a couple of hours at the dog park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwm1qbgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ilWnLI71ISM/s1600-h/teheee+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwm1qbgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ilWnLI71ISM/s320/teheee+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boredom was so great at times that I would play dress-up/house with my mom's stuff and Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwYm9SgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qAvJ4QuY_8A/s1600-h/lollol+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwYm9SgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/qAvJ4QuY_8A/s320/lollol+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-7779703379678696721?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/7779703379678696721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=7779703379678696721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7779703379678696721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7779703379678696721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-you-can-see-i-was-very-bored-before.html' title='When I Was an Only Child'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVriwnhNLgI/AAAAAAAAAIc/2IFFKznjzWY/s72-c/joviandabby+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-4139603553638749887</id><published>2008-12-29T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:23:53.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laverne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One more silly picture of Laverne.  One day she decided to take the wig off one of my mom's dolls.  I told her not to, but she did it any way.  She took it to my mom when she got home and Mom took this picture.  I think she looks like Goldielocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVjribB73lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NXhpRBN9GDI/s1600-h/oct2006+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVjribB73lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NXhpRBN9GDI/s320/oct2006+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-4139603553638749887?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/4139603553638749887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=4139603553638749887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/4139603553638749887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/4139603553638749887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/12/laverne.html' title='Laverne'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVjribB73lI/AAAAAAAAAHM/NXhpRBN9GDI/s72-c/oct2006+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-627005618576179555</id><published>2008-12-28T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:20:56.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was a Greyhound Foster-Sister</title><content type='html'>I wanted everybody to see my foster-sisters Aja and Laverne. Laverne was my first foster-sister. At first, I thought she was just my new play-thing. But pretty soon I realized that Laverne didn't even KNOW HOW to play!! Good thing she had an expert for a foster- sister. I had to hold her paw while she discovered things like TVs, dishwashers, and toilets. &lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVWddRnCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6XwCKbBYDxY/s1600-h/oct2006+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVWddRnCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6XwCKbBYDxY/s320/oct2006+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Laverne was a really fast learner - she was very young and had never had to live the life of a race dog.  She soon discovered that furniture was heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVWxszzJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d31E1jLN3b4/s1600-h/oct2006+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVWxszzJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d31E1jLN3b4/s320/oct2006+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;People on the couch made it even more of a challenging game.  If you look carefully at the photo below, you can see the bottom and feet of a person who tried to get comfortable on Laverne's couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVXOfshrI/AAAAAAAAAGU/RQ_sK3hsIoQ/s320/oct2006+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she first met her Forever Family, the first thing she did was test out ALL the furniture in their beautifully furnished home.  She found it to be suitable and lives there happily ever after.  My mom still has some scratch marks from Laverne on her (at the time) new leather couch.  Laverne would try to make the couch EXTRA comfy by "fluffing it up. "  We think of Laverne whenever we see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-627005618576179555?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/627005618576179555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=627005618576179555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/627005618576179555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/627005618576179555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wanted-everybody-to-see-my-foster.html' title='When I was a Greyhound Foster-Sister'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVgVWddRnCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6XwCKbBYDxY/s72-c/oct2006+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-5221424592168780144</id><published>2008-12-26T13:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:02:12.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and Stuff and Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ahh, winter in Kansas.  We like the snow, but we hate not getting our daily walks like we did in Tucson.    Mom says she needs to get Olivia an in-suu-late-ed coat.  I don't know what that is, but I wish she would hurry up.                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVUxEDh2pOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkXXkJJNjMM/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVUxEDh2pOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkXXkJJNjMM/s320/P1020220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183683525682402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought my sister Olivia would HATE the winter weather, but she actually totally loves it.  She played in the snow for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; and had trouble hearing my mom and dad when they called her in!  Maybe the cold shrinks her ears or something.  Greyhounds are funny that way, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVUxE6svFqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7OQHfuxHqDw/s1600-h/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVUxE6svFqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7OQHfuxHqDw/s320/P1020219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284183698335274658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew Leo and neice Kira like the snow, too.  That's me with the blue coat that my mom always makes me wear when it's cold.  Yuk, like I'm a baby.   We were eating snow.  It tasted like cold water even though it looked like that stuff that mom puts on her pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-5221424592168780144?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/5221424592168780144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=5221424592168780144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5221424592168780144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/5221424592168780144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-stuff-and-merry-christmas.html' title='Snow and Stuff and Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SVUxEDh2pOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/KkXXkJJNjMM/s72-c/P1020220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-7412403515368176453</id><published>2008-06-22T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:24:25.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance: By Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22da2d654bedeb0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22da2d654bedeb0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FD7EBCEEB9A7C27C144E7F726FDCDC7FC24668.52F837EFEA7C03286A2BB6C4DD6A9D3C6280BF6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22da2d654bedeb0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX2L5wmmPp5QkDPeKzk8GTeo2BVY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22da2d654bedeb0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329945014%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78FD7EBCEEB9A7C27C144E7F726FDCDC7FC24668.52F837EFEA7C03286A2BB6C4DD6A9D3C6280BF6D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22da2d654bedeb0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DX2L5wmmPp5QkDPeKzk8GTeo2BVY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I do this happy dance almost every morning when my mom gets home from work.  Sometimes I like to bark while I dance!  Of course, as soon as Mom gets the camera out, I stop!!  I think that's pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-7412403515368176453?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22da2d654bedeb0c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/7412403515368176453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=7412403515368176453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7412403515368176453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/7412403515368176453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-do-this-happy-dance-almost-every.html' title='Happy Dance: By Abby'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-675364122242941159</id><published>2008-06-21T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:18:26.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Old, Now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SF5BJKU1Y1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mACiYN0XfGY/s1600-h/P1020033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SF5BJKU1Y1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mACiYN0XfGY/s320/P1020033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214677044187980626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm 2!  My mom has obviously not kept up with my blog since it's been nearly 2 years since the last entry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots have changed for me in the last 2 years.  I've been living in Tucson, but I'm getting ready to go home to Kansas.  I've acquired a sister here.  Her name is Olivia, and she's a greyhound.  She is an active retiree who enjoys soft, cushy places and snacks.  My mom and my other sister, Bree, fostered greyhounds for a while before Olivia adopted us.  We'll post some pictures of Laverne and Aja.  They have found wonderful homes.&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom promises she will keep up with our blog!  So check back for pictures and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SF5Bxo6620I/AAAAAAAAADA/zhmngukXcTI/s1600-h/P1020007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SF5Bxo6620I/AAAAAAAAADA/zhmngukXcTI/s320/P1020007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214677739595553602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Olivia&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/29671733-675364122242941159?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/675364122242941159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=675364122242941159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/675364122242941159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/675364122242941159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-years-old-now.html' title='2 Years Old, Now!!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SF5BJKU1Y1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mACiYN0XfGY/s72-c/P1020033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115507482621148037</id><published>2006-08-08T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:07:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Advancement</title><content type='html'>Mom says I'm moving up the career ladder with my mastery of the Art of Begging.  I have become quite good.  So good, in fact, that nobody (except my mom) can resist feeding me all kinds of tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of my past work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006-2%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006-2%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006-2%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006-2%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not make eye contact!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Must...eat....sooon.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006-2%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006-2%20012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel faint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006-2%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006-2%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I warned you....everything is becoming blurry....too weak to hold my head up....&lt;/span&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/29671733-115507482621148037?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115507482621148037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115507482621148037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115507482621148037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115507482621148037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/08/professional-advancement.html' title='Professional Advancement'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115462672883436194</id><published>2006-08-03T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:53:21.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubba Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Aug-2006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Aug-2006%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me as "Bubba."  Monkey helped me make this face.&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/29671733-115462672883436194?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115462672883436194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115462672883436194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115462672883436194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115462672883436194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/08/bubba-teeth.html' title='Bubba Teeth'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115419045682846699</id><published>2006-07-29T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:50:30.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Bowl</title><content type='html'>This is my new bowl!  Isn't it pretty?  My Daddy painted my name on the front, and some paw prints on the other side!  It's alot bigger than my old one.  'Cause I'm bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/July-2006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/July-2006%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/July-2006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/July-2006%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-115419045682846699?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115419045682846699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115419045682846699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115419045682846699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115419045682846699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-bowl.html' title='The New Bowl'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115393574920292934</id><published>2006-07-26T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:56:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home!</title><content type='html'>I was soooo happy to get out of that car and run around my house! I thought all my brothers and sisters would be happy to see me, but they didn't seem to be.  Maybe they were just tired. My trip home was much better than the trip there. I had a great time in Tucson, but there's no place like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, my brother's Big Red Pad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this picture, I'm dreaming about rolling around in cow dung.  We were just outside of Herford, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was very exciting to visit Billy the Kid's grave in Fort Sumner, New Mexico.  I don't know who he was, but Mom really wanted to stop there.&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/29671733-115393574920292934?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115393574920292934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115393574920292934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115393574920292934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115393574920292934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115323408524313513</id><published>2006-07-18T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:55:45.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm on the road! We're here in Arizona, enjoying our vacation. I guess I slept all the way from Kansas to Arizona. I visited the Grand Canyon! We will post some pictures soon. Oh my Gosh... I went to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dog Park&lt;/span&gt; yesterday!!!  It was soooo fun.  I've never had so much fun in my whole life.  I got there just as the Boston Terrier social was breaking up.  Mom didn't get any pictures because I was moving too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Guess what!  My mom says I'm 5 months old now!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20001.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20001.13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20009.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enjoying the entire back seat to myself between Phoenix and Tucson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt, Abby I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self Portrait.  Don't tell Mom I was playing with her camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/AZ%20Trip.7-2006%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Molly at the dog park.  You can't really see her pretty pink harness.  She was pretty tough.&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/29671733-115323408524313513?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115323408524313513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115323408524313513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115323408524313513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115323408524313513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-road.html' title='On The Road'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115221631476787254</id><published>2006-07-06T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:49:01.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day, new collar</title><content type='html'>I got a new collar yesterday. TeeHee!!  I found my old one laying around and hid it!!  Mom is upset because it has all my "tags" on it.  Whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tags&lt;/span&gt; are.  My new one is blue with sparkly studs. It's really cool. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/640/DSCN0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; text-align: center; width: 356px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/DSCN0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with my sister Sunny all day Tuesday and wore myself out. This is how I fell asleep. I don't think it was very nice of Mom to take this picture of me.  That's Monkey sleeping with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/DSCN0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/DSCN0056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 16px; height: 16px;" align="middle" 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/29671733-115221631476787254?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115221631476787254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115221631476787254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115221631476787254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115221631476787254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/07/long-day-new-collar.html' title='Long day, new collar'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115144759559872178</id><published>2006-06-27T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:23:15.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh, Mom's got a new camera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/DSCN00270001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/DSCN00270001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a new camera, so now she can take pictures all the time.  Here's one for today.  I've been really excited lately because I'm going on a long trip to Arizona pretty soon!  I can't wait because I hear they have Dog Parks there!!  I don't have any where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my mom will drag that camera everywhere we go, and there will be plenty of travel pictures to post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I checked in at the vet today, and I weigh 23 pounds!!  That's 8 pounds since I came to live here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-115144759559872178?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115144759559872178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115144759559872178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115144759559872178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115144759559872178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/06/uh-oh-moms-got-new-camera.html' title='Uh Oh, Mom&apos;s got a new camera!'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115031768438423159</id><published>2006-06-14T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:41:24.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abby's Family</title><content type='html'>Today, Abby decided she wanted to post some pictures of her brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Buddy, her 13y/o big brother.  He likes to make sure she knows who's the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/06-06-%7E2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/06-06-%7E2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         This is Buddy and Stanley.  Stanley passed away this last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/000_0006-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/000_0016-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/000_0016-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         This is Patty.  What a dork.  All of the cats do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Pictures1_04-1_05%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Pictures1_04-1_05%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   This is Jack.  He's about as dorky as his sister, Patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/Pictures2003-2005%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/Pictures2003-2005%20149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sunny.  She has decided to be Abby's mom. She weighs over 100lbs, but likes to wrestle with Abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-115031768438423159?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115031768438423159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115031768438423159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115031768438423159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115031768438423159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/06/abbys-family.html' title='Abby&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29671733.post-115024273330130173</id><published>2006-06-13T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T00:24:27.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIttle Abby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/06F1F9%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/06F1F9%7E1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about a puppy named Abby.  She came to live here by accident - but we can't remember life without her.  Abby is 16 weeks old - her birthday is February 14.  She has a dog sister and a dog brother.  She also has 6 cat brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not exactly sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; kind of dog Abby is, but we suspect mostly boxer.  Her original owners adopted her from the pound - I think because they thought she looked like a pit bull.  After about a month, they decided they no longer wanted to care for her.  So she came to live with us.  She was very thin and timid when she first moved in.  She had been eating cheap adult dog food for the first couple months of her life.  She has now gained almost 4 pounds in 3 weeks.  She is a happy puppy.  She will be attending basic obedience in July, and has aspirations to be a Canine Good Citizen.  She would like to be a therapy dog some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite things to do are watch Animal Planet (anything with dogs), play with noisy toys, annoy her brothers and sisters, chase flies and meet new people.  She also loves to "work it" for the camera.  She loves learning new things and getting treats.  She sleeps all night (with her mom) and is mostly house trained.  She makes friends everywhere she goes.  We're just sorry that our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/06E97E%7E2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/320/06E97E%7E2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;city doesn't have a dog park of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2406/3167/1600/06FD7A%7E1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="" style="" 0pt="" 10px="" float="" right="" cursor="" pointer="" 297p="" width="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29671733-115024273330130173?l=all-about-abby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/feeds/115024273330130173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29671733&amp;postID=115024273330130173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115024273330130173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29671733/posts/default/115024273330130173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-about-abby.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-abby.html' title='LIttle Abby'/><author><name>Abby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14405710337435449656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WcaoVca0-AU/SXOKW_LdnoI/AAAAAAAAATc/Dy8PzpgfJgU/S220/P1020052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
