<?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-4628479985037709671</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:52:13.269-08:00</updated><category term='Bristol'/><category term='Mission and Crossover'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Gaston&apos;s'/><category term='Hooper'/><category term='Confused'/><category term='Fayetteville'/><category term='Harriet Houdini'/><category term='Easy walk harness'/><category term='Gas'/><category term='Pop Art Lucy'/><category term='Lake Fort Smith'/><category term='Take Your Dog To Work Day.'/><category term='Ice Storm'/><category term='racquet ball'/><category term='Lost dog'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='Electricity'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Petsmart'/><category term='Company'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='Doing Dishes'/><category term='cuddles'/><category term='Bark for the Cure'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Lakota'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='Boston Terrier'/><category term='Arkansas'/><category term='July'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Seperation'/><category term='The Rainbow Bridge'/><category term='Gaston&apos;s White River Resort'/><category term='chocolate labrador'/><category term='Missing dog'/><title type='text'>Lucy's 'Splanations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-6357243256830328201</id><published>2009-07-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:25:49.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate labrador'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bristol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rainbow Bridge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lake Fort Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>My Day At Lake Fort Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://goodwidgets.com/widgets/book.swf" name="gw153264" FlashVars="gW=153264&amp;bC=f2f2e8&amp;aC=3e3e3e&amp;v=1.2" quality="best" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="510" height="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a style="color:#3e3e3e; text-decoration:none; font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:9px;" href="http://www.goodwidgets.com" target="_blank"&gt;Powered by GoodWidgets.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the weather was not very much like July weather.  It was a lot cooler than it's supposed to be in July, and Mom didn't want to waste such a wonderful day inside the house, so she suggested to Dad that we go fishing at Lake Fort Smith. Dad was all for that idea and called my Grandma and Grandpa to see if they wanted to meet us there becuause Grandpa has been really wanting to go fishing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Saturday that we were going somewhere I could swim because Mom put my waterproof collar on me and my neoprene vest to protect me from fish hooks and other stuff like that.  Knowing that I was going to get to swim I was really excited when we loaded up the truck and headed South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to take a nap in Mom's lap while we were on the Interstate, but Dad kept making noises that disturbed me.  I kept giving him dirty looks, but he just kept on making noise.  I sort of remember the way to Lake Fort Smith from the two times I went there before, so when we turned off the interstate I decided I wanted to look out the window.  Mom told me that when we got to the park she would roll down the window and let me hand out my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did roll down the window, and I saw my Grandma and Grandpa and got even more excited.  When we parked, I was in a hurry to get to our favorite spot and start swimming.  I had already jumped in and out of the water a whole bunch of times before Dad and Grandpa even started fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Grandma watched me swim, and I kept trying to dry off on them.  At one point I met a chocolate labrador named Bristol who was a few months younger than me.  She ws kinda sad because her sister-dog had recently crossed the &lt;a href="http://www.rainbowbridge.com/Poem.htm"&gt;Rainbow Bridge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also kinda scared because she had never gone swimming anywhere but a puppy pool in the back yard.  At first she just waded around a bit, but then she saw me going after my frisbees and racquetballs and before she knew it, she was swimming!  It was a lot of fun to have someone to play with in the water.  I wish we could have played together longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate supper, then I went swimming a little more while the guys fished some more.  I was so tired that I slept on either Mom or Dad's lap the whole way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-6357243256830328201?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6357243256830328201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-at-lake-fort-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6357243256830328201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6357243256830328201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-day-at-lake-fort-smith.html' title='My Day At Lake Fort Smith'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-3021490634215305842</id><published>2009-07-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:18:25.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lookin' At The Dog In The Mirror</title><content type='html'>Lately I've noticed my reflection in the fireplace, and I like to just stare at it.  I like to look at it for a lot of reason, the first being I'm not such a bad looking thing to look at.  The other is I like to imagine that my reflection is a friend for me to play with.  Playing with Mom and Dad is the best, but they just can't always play the way I like to.  Everyone wants someone like them around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-3021490634215305842?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3021490634215305842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lookin-at-dog-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3021490634215305842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3021490634215305842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-lookin-at-dog-in-mirror.html' title='I&apos;m Lookin&apos; At The Dog In The Mirror'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-3834105041567075079</id><published>2009-06-26T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:12:15.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Take Your Dog To Work Day.'/><title type='text'>Take Your Me To Work Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SlYjn9G4OkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SwzfOBXum8g/s1600-h/4833_101953586989_691071989_2619776_129941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SlYjn9G4OkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SwzfOBXum8g/s200/4833_101953586989_691071989_2619776_129941_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356507976129067586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SlYjneIQZ0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/tkqHLbjmBSo/s1600-h/4833_101953566989_691071989_2619775_7694093_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SlYjneIQZ0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/tkqHLbjmBSo/s200/4833_101953566989_691071989_2619775_7694093_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356507967813347138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom took me to work this afternoon because it was "Take Your Dog To Work Day."  At first I wasn't too sure why she did it, but I didn't mind.  I always get so happy when she comes home to see me at lunch and so sad when she has to go back to work.  This time I got to go with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got used to where I was, I had so much fun.  Everybody there seemed to just love me and tell me what a good, pretty girl I was.  I can always stand to hear how pretty I am.  I saw Laine, Meredith, Dana, Sydney, Matt, Brook, Amanda, John, Dan, Margot, and a whole lot of other great people.  I'm glad Mom works with people who are so great because I wouldn't want her to spend so much time away from me with mean people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-3834105041567075079?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3834105041567075079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-your-me-to-work-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3834105041567075079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3834105041567075079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-your-me-to-work-day.html' title='Take Your Me To Work Day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SlYjn9G4OkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/SwzfOBXum8g/s72-c/4833_101953586989_691071989_2619776_129941_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8144784524345010502</id><published>2009-06-21T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:02:28.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' the Lake</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my mom and dad took me with them to see my grammy, my Aunt Angel, Uncle Travis, and my girls, Emma and Kelsey.  Uncle Travis grilled burgers for us, and they were very tasty.  I got to eat my first corn on the cob too, though Mom took it away before I could actually eat the cob.  When we finished eating, Uncle Travis had to go patrol, but the rest of us went to Lake Tenkiller to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun!  I love swimming, and I love playing with my girls.  We played frisbee, wubba, and fetch with my racquetballs.  Kelsey had me pull her while I went to fetch stuff.  Sometimes I got worried when Emma would go far out in the water, even if my Daddy was with her.  She's little, and someone has to take care of her.  A big, black dog walked by us once, and I told him to stay away from my girls, also.  Something about him made me worry, so I told him where he could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a couple of hours in the water, I started to get tired so I first I tried to get Kelsey to carry me.  Then I decided that Dad could carry me on his back.  When I started getting really tired, Mom came and pulled me out of the water to dry off because she didn't want me to get sick.  I was too tired to swim, but I didn't want to get out, especially when my girls were still out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a fun day, and I hope we get to do it again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7louxCvBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RekXByjkpHg/s1600-h/IMG_6924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7louxCvBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RekXByjkpHg/s200/IMG_6924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349965895273987090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7loWIggVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sgJhG0JSdUQ/s1600-h/IMG_6927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7loWIggVI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/sgJhG0JSdUQ/s200/IMG_6927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349965888661520722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7lny_pxGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Z124LNF69O0/s1600-h/IMG_6905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7lny_pxGI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Z124LNF69O0/s200/IMG_6905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349965879229138018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7lniaSdnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MBUUOc80bXQ/s1600-h/IMG_6897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7lniaSdnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/MBUUOc80bXQ/s200/IMG_6897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349965874777454194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-8144784524345010502?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8144784524345010502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovin-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8144784524345010502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8144784524345010502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovin-lake.html' title='Lovin&apos; the Lake'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sj7louxCvBI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RekXByjkpHg/s72-c/IMG_6924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8459912657276018133</id><published>2009-06-05T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:24:36.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have An Emma-Girl!</title><content type='html'>The other day I was taking my evening bike ride with Mom when my friend Charlie, the shih tzu and his little girl with brown hair stopped to talk to us.  Charlie's little girl likes to pet me, and I like little girls a lot.  They're fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mom was talking to Charlie's girl with brown hair, Charlie and I had a conversation of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  Lucy, how come I only see you with your Mom or Dad?  Where's your little girl or boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't have a little girl or boy, just my Mom and Dad.  I like little girls and boys, but I don't know where to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  You need to tell your Mom and Dad to go to the kid store and get you a kid.  They're a lot of fun and have a lot more energy than Moms and Dads do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I don't think you can get a kid at a kid store because Mom and Dad talk about getting one all the time, but haven't yet.  Sometimes they seem sad about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie:  That's too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I guess I kind of have a couple of little girls of my own.  I've got an Emma-girl who is little with curly blond hair.  She calls my Mom "Adrienne" or "Sissy."  I think those may be Mom's nicknames like she calls me "Lucille" and "Puddin Head."  My Emma-girl lives with my Aunt Angel.  I also have a Kelsey-girl there too.  She's a lot taller than Emma-girl and while I have to be careful when I play with Emma, I don't with Kelsey.  She likes to wrestle with me.  They are an awful lof of fun.  They can be my girls until Mom and Dad finally get me one of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-8459912657276018133?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8459912657276018133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-emma-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8459912657276018133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8459912657276018133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-emma-girl.html' title='I Have An Emma-Girl!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-1382824713095154634</id><published>2009-06-03T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:51:37.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dana's Dish 6/2/09</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nwahomepage.com/content/fulltext/?cid=94121&amp;shr=addthis"&gt;Dana's Dish 6/2/09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-1382824713095154634?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1382824713095154634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dana-dish-6209.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1382824713095154634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1382824713095154634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/06/dana-dish-6209.html' title='Dana&amp;#39;s Dish 6/2/09'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-3639724092092793623</id><published>2009-05-25T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:37:24.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting Is Hard Work!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/ShjPNtpPfQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5FA5rCx4CGM/s512/IMG_6850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/ShjPNtpPfQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5FA5rCx4CGM/s512/IMG_6850.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I babysat my cousin Emma while her mom and Kelsey were at a swim-meet in Bentonville.  I had a lot of fun doing it because Emma will chase me around the coffee table in circles over and over again.  She's not too big though, so I have to be careful with her.  I tried to waller her once, and Mom got on to me.  After that I was careful with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hugged, we played bubbles, and I let her "train" me with crackers and cheese.  It made Emma feel like a big girl for me to sit when she would tell me to, and I love to get hugs and kisses and to be told that I'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went swimming in my pool.  Emma got in first, and I remembered that I have to be more careful with her than I am with Mom and Dad, so I didn't really know if I should jump into my pool.  Finally i did, but I did it very carefully and mostly just laid down next to Emma and splashed some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Angel and Kelsey came to the house about five or so, and we ordered pizza to eat and played hide and seek.  I really love those girls and wish that I could play with them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/ShjPCP2Kc_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/WWg7Cz9zzpA/s512/IMG_6843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/ShjPCP2Kc_I/AAAAAAAAAsk/WWg7Cz9zzpA/s512/IMG_6843.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-3639724092092793623?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3639724092092793623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/babysitting-is-hard-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3639724092092793623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3639724092092793623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/babysitting-is-hard-work.html' title='Babysitting Is Hard Work!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/ShjPNtpPfQI/AAAAAAAAAtE/5FA5rCx4CGM/s72-c/IMG_6850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2251547623402613042</id><published>2009-05-22T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:38:02.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Busy Again...</title><content type='html'>Today I'm helping my Dad in the yard.  We're going to mow and plant tomoatoes.  I'm enjoying spending time with him because he hasn't been home too much lately.  Mom does a lot with me, and I love her just as much as Dad, but I've really missed spending time with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I saw my first bunny rabbbits at my grandma and grandpa's and chased them all over the place.  It was a lot of fun.  I tried to play with Lica, but she's just too old to really have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got along a lot better with my Uncle Soot while I was there this time.  We both actually slept on Uncle Boone's bed for a while and stayed in the same room together for a while.  Then, when we were in the kitchen, he started going after my food and water.  I didn't really mind and wanted to help him, but he seemed to mind.  He hissed at me and jumped into a chair.  I went to sniff of him in the chair, and he hit me in the face.  It really hurt my feelings, so I went to let Dad and Grandpa console me.  Later on he seemed nicer again, but I didn't get close enough to let him hit me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/4435_87084061989_691071989_2383465_7397992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs007.snc1/4435_87084061989_691071989_2383465_7397992_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to Mom's family renion, down at Cedar Lake.  It was good to see all of those people who knew my name.  Kelsey and Emma were there, and lots of other kids gave me all sorts of hugs and kisses.  My cousin Drew kissed my bottom, and the big girls all thought that was funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to swim in the Lake with Kelsey and Brady.  We were jumping off the dock, and it was kinda scary but fun at the same time.  Then a ranger came by, and Mom had to make me get out of the water.  Kelsey was mad because she wanted to swim with me, and I wasn't too happy about it.  More hugs from the kids made it ok though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tired when we finally got home and was glad that Mom didn't go in to work Monday because I just slept on the couch all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthe.lucy.girl%2Falbumid%2F5337156807841113201%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-2251547623402613042?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2251547623402613042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-busy-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2251547623402613042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2251547623402613042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-busy-again.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Busy Again...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2143959469581291752</id><published>2009-04-26T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:35:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My, I've Been Busy!!!</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:  Mom forgot to hit "Publish" on this a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthe.lucy.girl%2Falbumid%2F5329098777724352017%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mom took me to Pinnacle Hills Promenade Mall, and we participated in the Susan G. Komen Bark for a Cure.  It was a lot of fun, though I think there were some dogs there whose parents are in denial about them not being dog aggressive.  There was one pit that got mean with another dog, and then a shepherd dog went after me some while I was just walking around with Mom, looking for her friends from work.  I was ok though, Mom pulled me to safety quickly.  There were over a thousand dogs there, as well as a whole lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my friends Jackson and Mac, as well as Phong and I can't remember Matt's dog's name. I had so much fun. When the actual walk started, I was on a mission and was quite determined to finish it. Other dogs were distracted by things, but I just happily marched forward. My Grammy says that I'm a social butterfly and that's why I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Bark for the Cure, Mom took me back home, and I found that Daddy had mowed my bathroom and made it all clean. I was surprised he did that because he didn't get home until really late Friday night. I know this because for once, I didn't get, as Mom calls it, "all Cujo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I took a short nap on the couch until my grandparents knocked on the door.  I was a cute girl for them, and was really tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I biked a mile with Mom, a mile with Dad, chased bubbles twice, helped Mom weed the garden, played racquet ball, and Daddy got me a pool to swim in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-2143959469581291752?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2143959469581291752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-i-been-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2143959469581291752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2143959469581291752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-i-been-busy.html' title='My, I&amp;#39;ve Been Busy!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2832090434426218880</id><published>2009-04-18T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:43:35.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like to Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8DySH629ais&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8DySH629ais&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/4628479985037709671-2832090434426218880?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2832090434426218880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-to-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2832090434426218880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2832090434426218880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-to-help.html' title='I Like to Help'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-312888317052370452</id><published>2009-04-16T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:47:07.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Small Dogs Scare Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even though I'm a big girl now, I'm still sort of afraid of little dogs, and this picture shows why. I wasn't quite three months old when these two demon dogs attacked me on my first trip to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XqpToF4dKA/R50QBvTft6I/AAAAAAAADmc/LuO4AXgOe_I/s800/IMG_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XqpToF4dKA/R50QBvTft6I/AAAAAAAADmc/LuO4AXgOe_I/s800/IMG_2769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-312888317052370452?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/312888317052370452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-small-dogs-scare-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/312888317052370452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/312888317052370452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-small-dogs-scare-me.html' title='Why Small Dogs Scare Me'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_3XqpToF4dKA/R50QBvTft6I/AAAAAAAADmc/LuO4AXgOe_I/s72-c/IMG_2769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-5808746096295249680</id><published>2009-04-16T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:30:44.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom Almost Sent Me A Letter Like This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dear Dogs and Cats,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years -- canine or feline attendance is not required.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit &amp;amp; Like to Complain About OurPets:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.They live here. You don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it 'fur'niture.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.I like my pets a lot better than I like most people. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Pet Parents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-5808746096295249680?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5808746096295249680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-almost-sent-me-letter-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/5808746096295249680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/5808746096295249680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mom-almost-sent-me-letter-like-this.html' title='My Mom Almost Sent Me A Letter Like This...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8850599440658162391</id><published>2009-04-14T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:44:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_s0lKuQuKTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/_s0lKuQuKTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&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/4628479985037709671-8850599440658162391?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8850599440658162391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-easter-bubbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8850599440658162391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8850599440658162391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-easter-bubbles.html' title='My Easter Bubbles'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-7466734477566936332</id><published>2009-04-06T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:43:48.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fayetteville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boston Terrier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mission and Crossover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missing dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arkansas'/><title type='text'>Have You Seen My Friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nwahomepage.com/cache_classifieds/images/clas_general_15831-200903302108180.jpg_290_290_border_3_1"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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His Mom &amp;amp; Dad are really worried about him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MISSING FROM MISSION AND CROSSOVER AREA OF FAYETTEVILLE. BLACK AND WHITE BOSTON TERRIER, 25 LBS., 4 YEARS OLD. HIS NAME IS HOOPER. HE IS FRIENDLY TO PEOPLE BUT CAN BE DOG AGGRESSIVE. HE IS A PART OF OUR FAMILY, WE NEED HIM BACK WITH US. REWARD IF FOUND. 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He's been gone till really late at night, and even gone ALL NIGHT too many times lately.   To make matters worse, the weather has not been nice enough for me to play outside much at all.  Yesterday was especially horrible because it rained, and I couldn't play outside at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home, and we messed around in the house some, but mostly shared popcorn.  Then she got a phone call, and the next thing I knew, she was putting my harness on me.  I knew that meant we were probably going for a walk or a bike ride, but it didn't.  Instead, she opened the car door and latched me to my tether.   We were going for a ride!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom stopped first at one place and left me in the car with the windows open.  She came back really soon with some food.  Then, instead of going back home, we went somewhere else, and I got all excited when I saw Daddy's truck.  We went to the place he calls "work" and took him some supper.  I wanted to explore, but I mostly stayed in his office and helped both of them eat their sandwiches from Subway.  I LOVE Mom's sandwiches and thought about stealing it, but she didn't let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all ate, it was time to go home.  I wanted to go home in Dad's truck, but Mom told me to get in the car.  We had to leave Daddy at work, and that made me a little sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, I kept looking for him to come through the front door.  After a while, I decided to just go to sleep while Mom was ironing.  Just as I was drifting off, he came through the door, and I was awake again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad told me this morning that today is Friday.  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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8819475260536489762</id><published>2009-03-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:59:00.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seperation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaston&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bark for the Cure'/><title type='text'>Wednesday's  'Splanations</title><content type='html'>My Daddy was gone for TWO DAYS!  I didn't know where he was.  Mom didn't seem too worried, but I was really concerned about where he was.  I didn't sleep or eat well while he was gone, and every time I tried to go poop, I kept looking throught the fence to see if his truck came home.  When we would go for our bike rides, I would make sure Mom got us home around the time Daddy usually gets home from work, but he never came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; came home a long time after bedtime last night and brought me a new OU leash and bandana.  He smelled like a lot of different things, and I was really glad he finally came home.  He shouldn't leave us girls all alone like that.  There are boogers that could get us or at least little, demon chihuahuas.  Little dogs really are scary, especially demon chihuahuas.  I let him know I missed him by loving and loving on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my Mom signed us up for&lt;a href="http://http//race.komenozark.org/site/TR/Race/General?px=1091401&amp;amp;pg=personal&amp;amp;fr_id=1070"&gt; Bark for the Cure &lt;/a&gt;on April 25'th.  I get a bandana and get to see lots of other dogs.  Mom has to go to that Race-thingy most years because of work.  That's like the biggest thing that her station sponsors every year.  They even preempt Saturday morning cartoons (not that anyone actually shows cartoons on Saturday morning cartoons anymore) for a two-hour live special.  She's always wanted to take me, and now she can.  That is, if I'm a good girl and stay tethered in the backseat of the car on the ride up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only two days until our Gaston's trip.   I have not been practicing wearing my vest, but I won't care once I get in the water.  Mom and Dad better frontline me tonight, though.  I don't want ticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-8819475260536489762?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8819475260536489762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesdays-splanations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8819475260536489762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8819475260536489762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesdays-splanations.html' title='Wednesday&apos;s  &apos;Splanations'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8493331219373775213</id><published>2009-03-11T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:37:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Booth Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sbh02R0sCwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xXzcFrywgqo/s1600-h/Photo+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sbh016ah3SI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CPp6Qs0Bd94/s200/Photo+123.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312124230045916450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-8493331219373775213?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8493331219373775213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-booth-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8493331219373775213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8493331219373775213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/photo-booth-fun.html' title='Photo Booth Fun'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sbh02R0sCwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xXzcFrywgqo/s72-c/Photo+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-4634028964474621270</id><published>2009-03-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:34:05.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanings of Female Dog Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I found this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petplace.com/dogs/female-dog-names/page1.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petplace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PetPlace.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;interesting, though I'm not sure I fit the definition of most "Lucy's." Some may argue though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Female Dog Names: What are the Meanings of Common Female Dog Names?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Dr. Debra Primovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in a dog's name? There are lists of common dog names, but...what do they mean? Are certain dog names associated with certain characteristics and traits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After interviewing several veterinarians about this hypothesis, it was determined that there are certain characteristics generally associated with different female dog names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of the top 30 female dogs names were compiled by Veterinary Pet Insurance over 300,000 policy holders. The following are characteristics associated with each name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Meaning Behind the Top 30 Female Dog Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;MOLLY &lt;/strong&gt;– Molly is a great dog name. Molly's come in a variety of sizes and shapes and are generally gentle and sweet natured. If you look into most dogs named Molly's faces – they actually have "pretty faces". Molly's are generally very trusting. Origin: Hebrew. The meaning is: Virgin Mother of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;MAGGIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Most dogs named Maggie are happy and mild-mannered. They prefer to be with their owners than on their own. They love to be loved and give TONS of love back in return. A lot of dogs named Maggie like to communicate with you either with whines and barks or with their eyes. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: From Margaret; a Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;DAISY &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Daisy are often sweet dogs with loving personalities. They are often low-key dogs with quiet tendencies. They like to play at times but prefer to sleep. Origin: Latin. The meaning is: Days Eye, Flower name – with yellow center and white pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;LUCY &lt;/strong&gt;– Lucy is a name often given to spoiled dogs. Lucy's are loved and given lots of attention and time. Most Lucy's are smart dogs and good problem solvers. They are alert and not much gets by them without them knowing about it. Many dogs named Lucy are described as "beautiful". Origin: Latin. The meaning is: Light and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;SADIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Sadie are often kind and sweet dogs. Sadie's are often intuitive and have penetrating eyes. When they look at you – you feel as though they know what you are thinking. People that meet dogs named Sadie often say "What a Sweet Dog". Origin: Hebrew. The meaning is: Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;GINGER &lt;/strong&gt;– Ginger is a common name given to dogs that are ginger in color – a red/brown color. Golden retrievers, Irish setters and Brittany spaniels are a couple common breeds named Ginger. Most Gingers are sweet although some can borderline on selfish. They sometime prefer to be in single dog households. They often have a "girl next door" appearance to strangers. Origin: Latin. The meaning is: Spring like; Flourishing or pungent spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;CHLOE &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Chloe are often larger breed dogs with very loving and loyal personalities. They aim to please and can be quite "care-free". Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Greek Shoot or fresh young blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;BAILEY &lt;/strong&gt;– Bailey is a unisex name that is often used on both male and female dogs. Female dogs named Bailey are generally sweet and kind. They like quiet times and just to be with their owners. They often have a "sweet tooth" and will have a tendency to beg if given the opportunity. Origin: English. The meaning is: Bailiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;SOPHIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Sincere and sweet are two words often used to describe Sophie's. They can be creative and like to play. They are people dogs and prefer your company over the company of other dogs. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;ZOE &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Zoe are often strong leaders. They can be quiet and thoughtful. They seem to read your mind at times. They prefer your company over anything else. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;PRINCESS &lt;/strong&gt;– The name "Princess" is often associated with smaller breed dogs with a lot of charisma. At least they show charisma to their owners but it may not be obvious to their veterinarian or groomer. They like to look "pretty" and are often dressed in pink clothes, collar or bandanas. Origin: English. The meaning is: Royal Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;BELLA &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Bella are often small and pretty. They are generally very agile and graceful. Most Bella's are very loyal to their owners and are used to being spoiled. Many Bella's like to be fussed over with grooming, nail painting or being dressed up. Their favorite color is pink! Origin: Italian. The meaning is: Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;ANGEL &lt;/strong&gt;– Angel is a name often associated with a quiet tranquil dog. They are thoughtful, loving and very loyal. They are often suspicious of strangers and slow to warm up to new people. They are trustworthy friends and good at keeping secrets. Origin: English. The meaning is: Angel; Messenger; kind and lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;LADY &lt;/strong&gt;– Lady is a wonderful dog name and often given to Cocker Spaniels after the Disney movie "Lady and the Tramp". Dogs named Lady are generally very smart and have very keen sense of hearing and smell. They are loyal to their owners but sometimes leery of strangers. Origin: Unknown. The meaning is: Cagy; female title of nobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;SASHA &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Sasha often come in a variety of sizes and shapes. Most Sasha's are eager to please and very "caring" dogs. They are also good listeners and love it when you talk to them. They like to go on walks and spend quiet time with you. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Defending men; helpmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;ABBY &lt;/strong&gt;– Abby is a good dog name and associated with a happy, free-spirited dog. Many Abby's never met a stranger and seem to really love their life. They have a fondness for treats. Origin: Hebrew. The meaning is: Father in Rejoicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;ROXY &lt;/strong&gt;– Many dogs named Roxy are completely spoiled. They are sweet dogs and loyal to their owners. They are sometimes described at one-owner dogs – meaning they really set up loyalties to one person more than others. They are sweet and are often described as "adorable". Origin: American English. The meaning is: Sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;MISSY &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Missy are sweet and often quiet. They often described as "shy". They are loving dogs and like to spend quiet time with you. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Soft-spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;BRANDY &lt;/strong&gt;– Brandy is a wonderful dog name. It is often associated with smart independent dogs with big personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Many dogs named Brandy are described as creative as they will create games to play. They are generally sweet and loving. They can be shy of strangers. Origin: English. The meaning is: Burning wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;COCO &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Coco are often brown in color or small breed dogs. They are loving and loyal to their owners. They are often spoiled and have lots of toys. They can be a bit fussy at times. Many dogs named Coco are described as "Elegant". Origin: French. The meaning is: Brash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;ANNIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Annie is a "girl next door" name given to many dogs with sweet loving personalities. They can be funny and will do things to make you smile. They love your companionship. Origin: Hebrew. The meaning is: Grace; Favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;KATIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Most dogs named Katie are just downright sweet good dogs. They are honest and seem to have a certain sense of sincerity about them. They often are motivated by affection more than anything else. They are smart and can be well trained if given the opportunity. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Taintless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;SAMANTHA &lt;/strong&gt;– Samantha is a name given to many different sizes and breeds. One common characteristic is that these dogs are smart and intuitive. They seem to know what you are thinking. Some Samantha's can be described as "bewitched". Origin: English. The meaning is: Female for of Samuel; a listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;CASEY &lt;/strong&gt;– Casey is a name often given to both male and female dogs. It is often used for watchdogs as the meaning relates to dogs that are strong and watchful. They are generally smart dogs and very trustworthy. Origin: French. The meaning is: Belonging to Case; brave and watchful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;GRACIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Gracie are often graceful, agile and sweet. They can be described as sincere and devoted companions. They are often energetic and like to play. They often have an inner "wild" steak that occasionally comes out. Origin: Latin. The meaning is: Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;ROSIE &lt;/strong&gt;– Many dogs named Rosie are happy cheery little dogs. It seems many dogs named Rosie have to fight to maintain and ideal body weight. They are sweet and loyal. Origin: American English. The meaning is: the most beautiful of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;MISTY &lt;/strong&gt;– Many dogs named Misty can be described as thoughtful and quiet. They are often sincere, sweet natured but a little shy. They are slow to warm up to strangers but once they do, they don't forget them. They have a keen sense of hearing and smell. Origin: American English. The meaning is: Unclear; covered with mist. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;EMMA &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Emma are often described as "old fashioned". They are loyal, sweet and seem to be sensible. Origin: German. The meaning is: All containing; Universal; one who heals the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;SANDY &lt;/strong&gt;– This is a great dog name and often given to dogs with sandy brown coloring. Most dogs named Sandy are sweet natured and caring. They are often quiet and prefer to look in your eyes to communicate rather than bark. Origin: Greek. The meaning is: Defending man; the helper of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;HEIDI &lt;/strong&gt;– Dogs named Heidi are often kind and often described as "independent". Commonly a name given to Dachshunds, this little dog name has a big personality. Most dogs' named Heidi are loyal and sweet but relatively low energy. They like to play but prefer naptime over everything else. They also defiantly love their treats. Origin: German. The meaning is: Noble; Kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-4634028964474621270?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4634028964474621270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/meanings-of-female-dog-names.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4634028964474621270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4634028964474621270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/meanings-of-female-dog-names.html' title='Meanings of Female Dog Names'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-6508041650768143948</id><published>2009-03-08T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:45:12.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sticking With You</title><content type='html'>Today I learned how to ride bike with Mom.  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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80ZD7JQWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3N_VOmXNQfk/s200/IMG_6382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520090847854946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80YkN0XjI/AAAAAAAAACw/QRNLogd-1Vs/s1600-h/IMG_6377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80YkN0XjI/AAAAAAAAACw/QRNLogd-1Vs/s200/IMG_6377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520082336243250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80YSRCYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bsTV9L6kujM/s1600-h/IMG_6376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80YSRCYTI/AAAAAAAAACo/bsTV9L6kujM/s200/IMG_6376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309520077517906226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa8Z500CI8I/AAAAAAAAACg/nkEk46nX0A0/s1600-h/Photo+94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa8Z500CI8I/AAAAAAAAACg/nkEk46nX0A0/s200/Photo+94.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309490966913229762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hurt my foot and have been limping ever since, so Daddy took me to see Dr. Turner this afternoon.  I just sprained my foot, but I get to take medicine for a few days and can't play until I get better.  If I'm not better in week, we'll take x-rays, just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get better fast.  Only having one good back leg makes going potty and poopy really hard.  I fell over once while trying to potty while with Dad.  I'm getting pretty good at hopping around on three feet though.  It's also nice getting all the attention from Mon and Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-4860790032371721049?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4860790032371721049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-invalid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4860790032371721049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4860790032371721049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-invalid.html' title='I&apos;m An Invalid!!!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/Sa80ZD7JQWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3N_VOmXNQfk/s72-c/IMG_6382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-6614343948334166307</id><published>2009-03-02T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:56:59.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petsmart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy walk harness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harriet Houdini'/><title type='text'>Harriet Houdini</title><content type='html'>I have problems with harnesses. I tore up my red one, and I don't like the black one. Mom doesn't like it too much either &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;the way it connects to the seat belt in the car because I just get &lt;em&gt;ALL&lt;/em&gt; tangled up in it and can get out of it. Dad and she had to take the car to the Toyota doctor a while back because I got the back seatbelt stuck. Somehow, I alway find a way to get out of the harnesses too. I hate wearing them. I like to be naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mom went to Petsmart last week and bought this &lt;a href="http://http//www.petsmart.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2755288"&gt;tether &lt;/a&gt;thing that she doesn't loop the seatbelt through but latches on to the child-safety bars under the seat. She also got me an "&lt;a href="http://http//www.premier.com/View.aspx?page=dogs/products/behavior/easywalk/productdescription"&gt;Easy Walker&lt;/a&gt;" harness to wear on walks and attach the tether to in the car. She says it's for my own good, but I think it's because she wants the front seat of the car all to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tether works great, but because the part of my chest that's above my front legs is so much smaller than the bottom of my chest, the harness was loose in the front. Well, you know what that means. I backed my head out of the harness and rode with it just attached to my should to my grandparent's house in Greenwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Mom and Dad got me ready to go back home Saturday night, they put that harness back on me. Then Daddy went potty while Mom did something on the computer for Grandma and Grandpa. While she was busy, I went to work. In less than five minutes that stupid harness was on the floor and not on me. Grandma and Grandpa laughed, and Mom called me, "Harriet Houdini," allbeit in a frustrated tone. Mom said she's taking the harness back to Petsmart cuz it cost thirty dollars and is going to get one that just attaches to my belly and lower chest if she can find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she can't find that harness because I won't be able to get out that, probably, and I like my freedom. I've even gotten used to only wearing my collar when I'm going for walks and / or going anywhere. Honestly, naked is the way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-6614343948334166307?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6614343948334166307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/harriet-houdini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6614343948334166307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6614343948334166307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/harriet-houdini.html' title='Harriet Houdini'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2694468440516881973</id><published>2009-02-23T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:30:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Splainin' The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Mondays are so depressing for me.  Mom gets out of bed at 6:00 AM, just when I'm getting used to our sleeping later.  Of course, I usually need to potty and eat by then, so I guess that's not too bad.  Good news is Daddy has a harder time getting out of bed than Mom, so I get curl up in bed with him after I eat my breakfast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay in bed this morning after Mom and Dad left for work.  Mom gave me a choice of stay outside or come inside after I pooped, and I was glad to go back inside the house.  I'm not ready to start my week yet, just because my Mom and Daddy have to.  It would be better if at least one of them could stay home and cuddle with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dad's birthday, so Mom had me take his card to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2342/35/9/20616257/n20616257_35781199_9071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2342/35/9/20616257/n20616257_35781199_9071.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to be a good helper.  I especially like to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2405/65/89/691071989/n691071989_2007911_8720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2405/65/89/691071989/n691071989_2007911_8720.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got my neoprene vest that I'm supposed to wear when we go fishing next month, last week.  It's pretty enough, I guess, but I'm still not sure about wearing it.  Mom says I'm going to have to wear it a lot at night so I won't try to bite it off anymore.  She got some waders too, and they're a little scary.  She chased me around the house with them some, and I didn't like it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2410/35/9/20616257/n20616257_35778329_3759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2410/35/9/20616257/n20616257_35778329_3759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday was Daddy's birthday, he talked on the phone a lot.  I heard him talking to my Uncle Boone, so I had to talk to him too.  Daddy held the phone up for me, and I put my ear right up to it.  When I heard Uncle Boone, I just smiled, wagged my tail, and tried to touch him.  Mom tried to get a picture, but was too slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-2694468440516881973?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2694468440516881973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/splainin-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2694468440516881973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2694468440516881973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/splainin-weekend.html' title='&apos;Splainin&apos; The Weekend'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-7487459252903209338</id><published>2009-02-19T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:24:55.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' Better To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Listened to: &lt;span class="title"&gt;Nothin' Better to Do&lt;/span&gt; from the album "&lt;span class="album"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;" by &lt;span class="artist"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=%22LeAnn%20Rimes%22"&gt;LeAnn Rimes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3293769751_066972d3db.jpg" width="480" height="362" alt="Photo 2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, let's see what's been going on in my life lately. Oh yes, I had to take down my videos from Facebook, therefore here because of the background music on them. I think that's pretty sorry. It's not like I was making money with the videos, we were just having fun. Dad is late coming home tonight. I keep looking toward the door to see if he's here, but he's not. I don't like it when one of my parents isn't home when they should be. I guess I'll just have to hog Mom's computer some more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-7487459252903209338?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7487459252903209338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothin-better-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/7487459252903209338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/7487459252903209338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothin-better-to-do.html' title='Nothin&amp;#39; Better To Do'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3293769751_066972d3db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2578230937137786789</id><published>2009-02-14T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:56:59.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violated on Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to me. Mom and Dad tricked me this morning. They made me think we were going somewhere fun, like to see my Aunt Lica or my girls, Kelsey and Emma. No, we paid a visit to Dr. Turner's today, That was a pretty rotten thing to do to a girl, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Turner took some blood out of my wrist, he stuck something up my nose, gave me a few shots, and hen did two horrible things. He &lt;em&gt;violated&lt;/em&gt; me with some sort of scooping device. I did not appreciate that at all. Come on! Some areas just do not belong to the public domain. Dad made some comment about how they never would have been able to breed me, whatever that meant. I didn't think it was funny how they held me down while that Dr. man did such things to me. THEN, they let him stick me between the shoulder blades with something that looked like a straw. Now if you scan my back with a box, the box will beep. Even though that needle was the strangest thing I've ever seen, if still wasn't as bad as the violation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess this is something they think I need to do from time to time. I just hope that next time they take me somewhere, it's somewhere fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-2578230937137786789?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2578230937137786789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/violated-on-valentine-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2578230937137786789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2578230937137786789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/violated-on-valentine-day.html' title='Violated on Valentine&amp;#39;s Day'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-4307828052542090476</id><published>2009-02-11T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:42:18.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Webcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mom decided she wanted to keep an eye on me while she's at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4803272b42fa86ae/49936259e823998c/4803272b73f48957/f904159a/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-4307828052542090476?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4307828052542090476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-webcam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4307828052542090476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4307828052542090476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-webcam.html' title='My Webcam'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-4428868745312678319</id><published>2009-02-04T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:06:12.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gas'/><title type='text'>Top10 Signs I Need To Poop or I Might Need to Poop If...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In the manner of David Letterman's Top Ten List and Jeff Foxworthy's "You Might Be a Redneck..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;It's around 7:30 in the morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I keep biting at your hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I'm standing by the back door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;It's between 5:30 and 6 at night, and you've been home long enough for a game of racquetball.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I'm rather gassy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I jump into your lap and wallow on you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;It's around 9:00 at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I can't settle down at bedtime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I lick your eyeballs in your sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;I bite your nose in your sleep just so that one of my teeth hooks your nose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-4428868745312678319?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4428868745312678319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/top10-signs-i-need-to-poop-or-i-might.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4428868745312678319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/4428868745312678319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/top10-signs-i-need-to-poop-or-i-might.html' title='Top10 Signs I Need To Poop or I Might Need to Poop If...'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-3426167864818573663</id><published>2009-02-02T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:29:21.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop Art Lucy'/><title type='text'>Pop Art Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5q4d8JyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aCRAVNRkRSY/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5q4d8JyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aCRAVNRkRSY/s400/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298407632988284706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5qoqL6II/AAAAAAAAACI/PFxZIIsr7sU/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5qoqL6II/AAAAAAAAACI/PFxZIIsr7sU/s400/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298407628744681602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5qpcxNbI/AAAAAAAAACA/53UfrLLMnZ8/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5qpcxNbI/AAAAAAAAACA/53UfrLLMnZ8/s400/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298407628956841394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-3426167864818573663?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3426167864818573663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pop-art-lucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3426167864818573663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/3426167864818573663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/pop-art-lucy.html' title='Pop Art Lucy'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SYe5q4d8JyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aCRAVNRkRSY/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-8752686060287430711</id><published>2009-02-01T19:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:52:34.719-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Company'/><title type='text'>What A Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3246457958_e8a10f810a.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="Photo 39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm almost too tired to blog tonight because you see, I've had a busy weekend. We had house guests! I just love it when people come to visit me. I worked really hard all day helping Mom clean the house. I even helped her dust the coffee table and made sure she had moral support by playfully barking at her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally last night, Daddy came home, smelling like cows and trees and had Brandon and Erin with him! I just love them! I heard everyone talking about cleaning up trees that fell at Mema's house. They sure smelled like they did something. Soon after my grandparents showed up. They're great. I could follow my Grandpa anywhere. I tried to sleep with them, but Mom and Dad made me sleep with them. They said some people might not like being woke up in the middle of the night by my licking their eyeballs if I need to potty or sticking a tooth up their noses if I really needed to poop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone left sort of early this morning, though no one got out of bed early enough in my opinion. I was kicked out of the bedroom because Mom and Dad weren't ready to get up at seven, and they kept me from running upstairs to visit with everyone else. So I just cried at the foot of the stairs and by the big bedroom door. Then they got up and started loading up vehicles. I decided that enough was enough and went for a quick run around the neighborhood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was glad to have company because I'm tired of being in the house. My yard isn't icy any more, but it's all muddy. I sort of like playing in the mud, but I know Mom and Dad don't like it. Mom played some racquetball with me today, finally. When we were through, I had to go upstairs to our bathroom so she could clean off my feet. I loves baths, but get tired of hearing about my smelling like a "wet dog" when we're though. Well of course I'm going to smell like a wet dog, that's what I am. They'd really be holding their noses if I was a wet skunk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-8752686060287430711?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8752686060287430711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8752686060287430711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/8752686060287430711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3455/3246457958_e8a10f810a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-995612814783010933</id><published>2009-01-28T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:35:26.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Electricity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>What's An Ice Storm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't know what happened, but Mom and Dad have been home for TWO DAYS! Normally I think that's pretty great for them to be home with me, but it wasn't this time. We couldn't go outside to play because the weather was really weird. It was really wet and cold outside, and the grass was sharp to walk on like glass. It hurt my feet! I had to tiptoe to go potty, and my poo poos were frozen solid! The trees in the backyard were totally covered in ice, and across the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then everything went dark. We couldn't watch TV, and Mom and Dad didn't turn on the lights! They also didn't turn on the heater. We only had the fireplace to keep us warm, and they lit candles for light. I couldn't see the food they ate to steal it. I was so tired from just being nervous because Mom and Dad seemed nervous and so cold, that I let Mom wrap me up on the couch, and I slept on her chest for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Mom and Dad said, "Let''s go to bed, Lucy!" I was ready to go to bed and jumped right into the bed when they opened the door to the bedroom, but they said we weren't sleeping there last night. Instead, we went upstairs and slept on the guest bed! I don't know what that was about at all. It's all been very confusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, the sun was shining and there were some strange noises of stuff falling off the house that scared me. It was louder than when the branches would fall from trees yesterday. It was altogether not fun at all. Dad asked me if I was having fun this morning, and I just looked at him to let him know that I was not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight the lights and the TV came back on, and Mom and Dad seemed really happy. I was really happy too because things are normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-995612814783010933?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/995612814783010933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-ice-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/995612814783010933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/995612814783010933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-ice-storm.html' title='What&amp;#39;s An Ice Storm?'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-6459932140346566529</id><published>2009-01-25T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:21:23.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='racquet ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doing Dishes'/><title type='text'>I'm a Mess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been pretty busy today. Mom thought she needed to sleep until 7:15 this morning, but I convinced her otherwise. I was rather disappointed though when she and Dad got ready and left for church instead of staying home with me. Then, after they got home ate we ate lunch, she tried to take a nap on the couch in my spot!!! THE NERVE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She got up, finally, and took me outside to play some racquet ball. Then Dad took me for a good run. Then I managed to talk Mom into some more racquet ball. She said something about getting me a lot of exercise today because the weather's gonna be BAD for a few days. After I helped her iron, she then took me out again and we played with my new volleyball. Then I cuddled on her lap while she read a book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a lot of fun before we fixed supper. After we ate, I did the dishes with Mom's help. Then I helped Mom and Dad fold laundry. I "borrowed" a sock though and got to spend a bit of "cooling off time" outside. Now it's time for bed. Blogging is a lot of work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-6459932140346566529?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6459932140346566529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6459932140346566529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/6459932140346566529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-mess.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Mess!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-2655223653273942547</id><published>2009-01-24T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:19:49.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Worth It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was a very bad girl today, or so I've been told. My Mom had a footlong sandwich from Subway. cut it in half, and while she was putting half in the fridge, &lt;em&gt;I stole the other half&lt;/em&gt;!!! It was good too, even though I was sent outside for the afternoon for doing it. I didn't care. I wanted to be outside anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom and Dad weren't too mad because they brought me a new duck when they came back from buying groceries and a new volleyball. I'm just too darn cute for them to be mad at me for too long. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-2655223653273942547?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2655223653273942547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2655223653273942547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/2655223653273942547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-worth-it.html' title='It Was Worth It!'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-1573827822311681340</id><published>2009-01-22T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:41:28.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurse Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I got to take care of my Dad. i don't know why he and Mom stayed home from work most of the day, but it was nice to have them home. Dad didn't seem himself though and smelled oddly too. I know, because I inspected him thoroughly. Last night he didn't eat anything, but he drank a lot of stuff from a jug, then had to go potty a lot. When he wasn't going potty, he had that scary guitar out. I saw it and ran downstairs to hide on the couch. He did the same stuff this morning, and one time I had to check on him while he was going potty. I don't know why he didn't appreciate it when I decided to try and curl up on his lap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was when Mom decided I needed to go outside to play for a while because it was pretty day. I worked on my mole trenches some more, but still couldn't find the mole. I wonder what one looks like? I can smell it but that's about it. Also, while I was outside, Mr. Green, our neighbor did some yard work and scared me so I had to bark at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was outside, Mom and Dad left for a bit. When they got back, Dad was really sleepy and smelled even funnier! He kept saying funny things like he weighed 667 pounds. Mom and I played some racquet ball outside and went for a walk. When we got back, Dad hadn't moved from the recliner, so Mom and I wrapped him up in a blanket. I noticed he was still wearing his shoes, so I helped Mom take them off of him, then we took his temperature in his ear. Mom left to get some supper and told me to keep an eye on Dad. So, I did and was his "Lucy-blanket" to keep him warm the whole time Mom was gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Mom got back, she and Dad commented on what a good nurse I am when they're sick. I try because they take pretty good care of me. I'm their only child, so I guess it's my job to take care of them too. Now I'm really tired though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3219594556_03641568f7.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="IMG_6234.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-1573827822311681340?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1573827822311681340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurse-lucy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1573827822311681340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1573827822311681340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurse-lucy.html' title='Nurse Lucy'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3219594556_03641568f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-1835964670122609110</id><published>2009-01-22T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:52:10.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My Mom is always telling me that I live a hard life, though she does it with a laugh. So, I thought I would put my daily schedule down and see for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6:00 am - Get up with Mommy, go potty, eat breakfast, then get back in bed with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7:15-7:30 am - Go poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7:45 am - If the weather is nice, go outside to play while Mom and Dad go to work. If the weather’s not nice, look down with sad eyes from the top of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7:45 am - 1:30 pm-2:30 pm - Either spend morning playing outside with an occasional nap or spend morning inside napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1:30 pm-2:30 pm - Share lunch with Mom and go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2:30 pm-5:20 pm - Either play outside or nap inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5:20 pm - Greet Mommy, poop, and play racquetball with the possibility of a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6:00 pm - Go inside the house, eat supper, wait on Daddy to get home, and greet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6:30 pm - Play with Daddy, help Mom cook supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7:00 pm - Beg for Mom and Dad’s supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7:30 pm - Help either Mom or Dad do dishes. Immediately followed by a potty break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8:00 pm - Run / walk with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8:15 pm - Cuddle time on couch, watching TV with Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9:00 pm - 9:30 pm - Time for another poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10:15 pm - 11:00 pm - Time to go to potty one last time then cuddle up in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2:00 am - 2:30 - Wake Mom by licking her eyes so she will take me poop if I need it. Go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6:00 am - Time to start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4628479985037709671-1835964670122609110?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1835964670122609110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1835964670122609110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1835964670122609110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='A Day In My Life'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4628479985037709671.post-1822813658417782012</id><published>2008-10-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:00:47.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=722804"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="embed=1&amp;amp;scrapblogID=722804"&gt;&lt;embed type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" flashvars="'embed=" scrapblogid="722804'" height="'300'" width="'450'" src="'http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_embed.swf?embed=" scrapblogid="722804'/"&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/4628479985037709671-1822813658417782012?l=lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1822813658417782012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1822813658417782012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4628479985037709671/posts/default/1822813658417782012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucysgotsomesplainintodo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-year.html' title='My First Year'/><author><name>Lucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07488780214425523259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DBERrpxf-CM/SXignYVVtPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MGqYKyxZHIg/S220/Photo+26.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
