<?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-5163552628765926508</id><updated>2011-08-28T06:14:31.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daisie's Dog Dish</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about the everyday antics of an Airedale terrier pup, named Lillie Valentine. 
Lillie is Angel Daisie's little sister.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8518470216273812109</id><published>2009-09-07T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:25:44.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KENDRA IS 16!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SqWVvfX8rAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/7C5ZU8w28O0/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378869973072260098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SqWVvfX8rAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/7C5ZU8w28O0/s320/DSC00499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hooman girl, my bestest friend in the world, who gives me ice cubes (I LOVE ice cubes) and rubs my belly and scratches me and lets me kiss her is 16 today!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Spunky girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently at the spa, will be home tomorrow.  Mom took the kids to Duluth for the weekend, and Whiskers went to mom's auntie's house (she has two annoying Pomerania's).  I am too big to go to auntie's (plus I can't stand those annoying poms) so I went to the spa.  I will blog again when I get back.   Still no kitty.......Its been a week.  We've looked EVERYWHERE.  Kitty: COME HOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8518470216273812109?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8518470216273812109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8518470216273812109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8518470216273812109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8518470216273812109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/09/kendra-is-16-can-you-believe-it.html' title='KENDRA IS 16!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SqWVvfX8rAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/7C5ZU8w28O0/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1197576170417619559</id><published>2009-09-01T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:35:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2gSQBJefI/AAAAAAAABII/iZ_lbvTGgpU/s1600-h/joestains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376629765548112370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2gSQBJefI/AAAAAAAABII/iZ_lbvTGgpU/s320/joestains.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the great detective, Joseph Stains arrived here earlier today......he started to investigate the mystery behind the missing cat........I asked where Tanner was, and was told he is off partying somewhere.  HMPH.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2fRDNMeHI/AAAAAAAABIA/aTgpZ-q4eDw/s1600-h/100_3347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376628645417482354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2fRDNMeHI/AAAAAAAABIA/aTgpZ-q4eDw/s320/100_3347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We interogatted Mr. Whiskers.......tell me what you did with that darn cat! He claims he doesn't know..... The funny thing is.......I THINK he's telling the truth.  He's so old and crotchety what would he do with a CAT? (Plus he is Kendra's favorite since she got him first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2eYyLuH6I/AAAAAAAABH4/cyYdmEkurCY/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376627678775222178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2eYyLuH6I/AAAAAAAABH4/cyYdmEkurCY/s320/DSC00554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He interoggattedd me too.  I say, look at this face.....would this face cat nap a cat? NO way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the sad thing is that Kitty is still missing........Please return her! Send her home! She hasn't eaten in days! The girl is so sad...... I think Joe should interroggatted the stoopid hooman man that let her go outside.....ask HIM where he last saw Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;Here kitty kitty.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so sad here without the kitty............I can't even eat... OK maybe I can.  Mom's calling me for din din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1197576170417619559?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1197576170417619559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1197576170417619559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1197576170417619559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1197576170417619559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-is-here.html' title='Help is here!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Sp2gSQBJefI/AAAAAAAABII/iZ_lbvTGgpU/s72-c/joestains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1095175693620791410</id><published>2009-08-31T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:01:40.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We need Joe Stains detective!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Spxw0qbiOKI/AAAAAAAABHw/YJfjRgVmjfA/s1600-h/Kendra+and+Jordan+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376296105218816162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Spxw0qbiOKI/AAAAAAAABHw/YJfjRgVmjfA/s320/Kendra+and+Jordan+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I need Joe Stains detective (and his trusty side kick Tan Torkelson)!! We have a serious issue going on here in Sauk Rapids. We've been cat napped! AND I don't mean that some dumb cat is napping. Someone stole my girls Kitty, Sox!!! I think that its a conspearisee because I'm trying to post her picture so Joe Stains knows what she looks like and STOOPID blogger won't let me! I know someone is out to get my kitty and stole her.  She couldn't have run away (or could she?) Why would she run away? We LOVE her, SO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the details: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last seen: Saturday night- outside with hooman man enjoying nice fire in fire pit.  Hooman man thought she came in.  Hooman man stoopid (sorry) and didn't pay attention. Kitty didn't come in! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noticed missing: Sunday afternoon- wondering where is kitty? Searched entire house and no kitty- looked EVERY WHERE still no kitty.  Not in Kendra's room (which is a mess) still no kitty! Looked in closets, shook cat food bag, no kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan put out an all cats bulletin in the neighborhood.  Went on patrol to see if he could find her with his side kick Josh.  NO kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Still no kitty! Kitty where are you?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we do know:&lt;br /&gt;1. She normally doesn't like to be outside, so where did she go? She is the biggest hugest chicken cat in the world.  She NEVER goes outside.  She is truly an indoor cat. REALLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I did NOT eat her.  I am NOT guilty. I may eat her poo and occasionally her food but I did not eat the Kitty!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Whiskers did not eat her.  He is TOO picky and grumpy he doesn't even go by the kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Kendra misses the Kitty and is crying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. PLEASE JOE STAINS CAN YOU HELP ME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you see our Kitty......please return her safe and sound!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1095175693620791410?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1095175693620791410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1095175693620791410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1095175693620791410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1095175693620791410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-need-joe-stains-detective.html' title='We need Joe Stains detective!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Spxw0qbiOKI/AAAAAAAABHw/YJfjRgVmjfA/s72-c/Kendra+and+Jordan+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8814477835145975519</id><published>2009-06-22T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:03:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SkA3LsTJ4uI/AAAAAAAABHo/_BIMRLORHUc/s1600-h/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350337031325737698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SkA3LsTJ4uI/AAAAAAAABHo/_BIMRLORHUc/s320/DSC01723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a hot one today....... I was dreaming and when I woke up I was  in Arizona with MY Tan Torkelson!  Sadly, it was just a dream.......But it is hot here today......not the dry hot heat like Tan is used to, but the hot, moist heat of Minnesota!  It got to 89 degrees and tomorrow it is supposed to be 92!  I'm not used to that!  My hoomans turned on the air conditioning so I am nice and cool.  Hope you are having a good week and staying cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lillie V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8814477835145975519?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8814477835145975519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8814477835145975519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8814477835145975519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8814477835145975519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! Hot! Hot!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SkA3LsTJ4uI/AAAAAAAABHo/_BIMRLORHUc/s72-c/DSC01723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1417908457999659643</id><published>2009-06-20T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:09:20.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! Sad story</title><content type='html'>Hi every pup! I finally got a few minutes on the compooter today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my mom has been very busy the last few months.  Some of you doggies may know that my auntie Laurie had something really bad in her brain...She had two surgeries to try and make it go away.  It didn't go away.  The last few months my momma has been helping her out, and she wasn't doing good at all.  My momma spent lots and lots of time at my auntie's house, and even I got to go over there to see if I could cheer her up.  Last Sunday, my auntie went to heaven momma says and momma hopes that she met Beau her doggie at Rainbow Bridge and Jordan hopes that Daisie was at Rainbow Bridge waiting for our Auntie too.  My momma she is so sad, and I've been trying to help my momma to not feel so sad.  Momma says as soon as things settle down, I can start blogging again.  Momma was busy trying to keep a caring bridge site up for my Auntie and that is why I couldn'd do so much blogging.   So hopefully I'll  be back real soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1417908457999659643?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1417908457999659643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1417908457999659643' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1417908457999659643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1417908457999659643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-sad-story.html' title='I&apos;m back! Sad story'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4488771098862460845</id><published>2009-02-14T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:13:06.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's day every dog and TANNER!</title><content type='html'>My mom's still gone.  HMPH.  I don't know when she will be hoMe.  I couldn't even send anY VanEntiNes to my doggie friends or to my husband since I've been abandonneded.  So I'm sneaking on here to wish everyone a Happy Heart day.! Mine is beating for Tan Torkelson. Hope yours is beating for someone special too!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie ValentInE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4488771098862460845?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4488771098862460845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4488771098862460845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4488771098862460845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4488771098862460845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-every-dog-and.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day every dog and TANNER!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8435985936663132876</id><published>2009-02-12T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:47:54.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action.....sorry</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone:&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been missing for awhile but I can't help it.  My mom has been busy with my Auntie Laurie.  She has a brain tumor and is having surgery so my mom has been in Rochester and not at home with ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPH.  Noone to chase after or beg from.  Noone to hog the bed, or jump on.  Noone to LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for my auntie and when mom gets back I PROMISE I will post again.  Mom took some sporting new pictures of me and the hooman pups! I got a haircut and am looking very vogue...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;Lillie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8435985936663132876?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8435985936663132876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8435985936663132876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8435985936663132876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8435985936663132876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-in-actionsorry.html' title='Missing in action.....sorry'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-595788465684119600</id><published>2009-01-24T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:07:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Tan Torkelson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SXvBvoUnTtI/AAAAAAAABHU/R9mNWBFN1GM/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295038810926042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SXvBvoUnTtI/AAAAAAAABHU/R9mNWBFN1GM/s320/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a message from Tan Torkelson a.k.a. Tanner Doofus (but remember he's not really a doofus).  He said he' like me to blog since, I hadn't in quite a while, he'd like to see me.  Well.  HERE I AM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SXvBvTjCCbI/AAAAAAAABHM/8-bkiZSc1vo/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295038805349370290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SXvBvTjCCbI/AAAAAAAABHM/8-bkiZSc1vo/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been pretty cold here in MN.  Where we live we have about 24" of SNOW!  Last week it was -29 one morning with a windchill of -50!! The hooman pups DIDN'T go to SCHOOL for 2 days.  Can you believe it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it warmed up (well sort of) until last night.....today when I woke up it was -11 with windchills from -26 to -36!! That is chilly.  Right now I am chillin' with Kendra on the bed.  She's making her hooman pup friend a birthday gift! I am helping.  So I better go and help her finish!  Talk to you all SOON!  Oh and, I LOVE YOU TAN TORKELSON! I don't care if you have a booty mark on your face.  I just hope that your mom doesn't take you back to that MEAN vet person! Maybe you should run away and come visit me.  You'll need your parka, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-595788465684119600?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/595788465684119600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=595788465684119600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/595788465684119600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/595788465684119600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-my-tan-torkelson.html' title='To my Tan Torkelson!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SXvBvoUnTtI/AAAAAAAABHU/R9mNWBFN1GM/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2918571945356434724</id><published>2008-10-14T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T16:16:42.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most handsomest husband, Tanner has asked me to talk about some secwets. I'm sposed to tell you three. Problem is I'm sposed to have the pictures to prove them. Yeah right. My most evilist mom hasn't let me blog for over a month! So I am going to try and see if we can come up with three.... I know this post is kinda late since he asked me to confess last week, but since we were behind on blogging, I thought I'd post my most secretest of confessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the rules: Make 3 confessions (Conan O'Brien style) with the pictures to prove them. Then nominate at least 3 friends to do the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all: It was my hooman pups' birthday and I sneaked some of the frosting off the cake.....you can't really see where it is here in this picture because it is up on the top where it says "happy birthday". I guess I just thought the puppies were soooooo very cootie!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257145905956297906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SPUiWRDsnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/lJOk_hD-dRM/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Second......If I am hungry (which is most of the time) and my EVIIIILLL mom won't feed me, I knock over the food bucket and feed myself. This is what you call a doggie booffet. Notice Mr. Whiskers taking part in my boofet? I'm not so dumberest after all am I Mr. Whiskers???? huh, huh?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257148087978102914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SPUkVRuPEII/AAAAAAAABG0/U4nNupVVsLY/s320/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257148084418851170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SPUkVEdpMWI/AAAAAAAABGs/DYiLW43nxIc/s320/DSC00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And lastly.....this picture shows a little bit of what I call "doggie heaven". Its a special place we go to once in a great while if I'm being really good. (We go there about once a week, silly girl!) It is my secret place where I can run off lead and chase rabbits and squirrels and snakes!! Mr. Whiskers comes too and its at my Grandma's house!! While the hoomans work to help Gran take care of the lawn, I run free...........and I come when I'm called and mom tells me what a good girlie I am.  I like to go poo  there because there are soooo many places! My gran says I don't go at home so I can go at her house!?!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257151090109019058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SPUnEBiBc7I/AAAAAAAABG8/aVIm-UGVB4M/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's my three secrets confessions.. Not all that exciting.  I wanted to confess my love for mom's hairdryer but I don't have a picture. Its hard for mom to take a picture of herself drying her hair and me loving that dryer up!  Oh, and guess what! I had my birfday a couple weeks ago and I am now two!! I got some neat presents from my hoomans I'll have to post about. I got a stuffed flea!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now, I'm sposed to have 3 friends give their confeshons so, Maggie &amp;amp; Mitch if you are reading this......and girl girl, how about you??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2918571945356434724?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2918571945356434724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2918571945356434724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2918571945356434724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2918571945356434724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-most-handsomest-husband-tanner-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SPUiWRDsnLI/AAAAAAAABGk/lJOk_hD-dRM/s72-c/DSC00933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2848306005098366314</id><published>2008-09-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:31:32.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birfday To Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;'Ello fellow blogging dogs. This is Kendra, Lillie's hooman pup sister. Today on Septemember 7th, 1993 I was born. So that makes me 15!!!!! Dudes watch out I will be driving soon. HAHA. Anyways I took a lot of force to get Lillie to let me blog so I better make it quick. So today I got some of the bestest gifts in the whole world! From my mom and dad I got this really cool camera. But mom says I can't put pictures on yet. From my Grandma Cheryl I got the rest of my books. My friend got me started on this series called Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. You dogs and hoomans may have heard of it. Its pretty popular and it's going to be a movie. I was so happy I screamed!! I also got a Roxy Sweatshirt, socks and lots of money. I guess I made a haul. And at my church today my mom and grandma made me get up infront of everyone and they sang Happy Birthday to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well maybe I'll get on again. But Ta Ta For Now. Thats what Tiggers say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2848306005098366314?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2848306005098366314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2848306005098366314' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2848306005098366314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2848306005098366314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birfday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birfday To Me!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4391434103639907784</id><published>2008-09-02T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:25.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention, Attention everypup &amp; their hoomans</title><content type='html'>Hello, everyone. This is a very important AND serious post. The information it contains is serious and maybe you even know about it. I might be telling you something you already know. Mom wishes she would have known it. Well, actually she did know it, but didn't realize it. The story goes like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3NxWFRnvI/AAAAAAAABGE/P-hFbrwaA1E/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241571788954115826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3NxWFRnvI/AAAAAAAABGE/P-hFbrwaA1E/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom has a friend named Wanda (yes folks, she has a friend!) and her friend had a bischon named Codi. Mom was camping with Wanda a couple weeks ago. Mom asked Wanda who was watching Codi since no dogs were allowed on this trip. That is when Wanda told mom that Codi had died. Mom felt really bad, and Wanda proceded to tell Mom that Codi died of what they thought was pancreatitis and after he passed away the vet told him he thought that Codi got into sugarless gum. Mom didn't think anything of this until...... Fast forward to last night at the Gross house.&lt;br /&gt;Mom took the hooman pups to do the last of their school shopping. In the checkout line the kids ask for gum. Of course they can have gum.....OR should they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241573264886095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3PHQW4YGI/AAAAAAAABGc/bnXbFbu7Mu8/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, you know kids. They LUV me. They LUV their stuff. I LUV their stuff. Kendra (who feels TERRIBLE) left her gum on the coffee table. You know, airedales....They are nosey and love to eat and sniff stuff out. Well, I found the gum. Now don't worry because I'm alright. There I was, minding my OWN business when boomerest. Someone slugged me in the headerest. I had that gum in my jaws, but darnest that Jordan got the nasty stinky (actually gooderest smelling) gum away from me. He took it to Kendra and she inspected the package....then she took it to mom. HMPH. I was NOT happy that they interupted me and my gum chewing. So anyhow, they got the gum away from me, like I said. Mom looked at tha package and it was totally destroyed. Then suddenly as though a lightbulb went on inside mom's head- she remembered what happened to Wanda's Codester. Now since the hoomans didn't know if I ingested the gum or not, (and mom checked me for fresh breath- none for me thanks) mom decided to watch me. She looked up a few things on the internet about Xylitol, which happens to be baderest for us doggies so don't even any of you think of stealing sugar free gum from your hoomans I am telling you this! Mom got a little nervous because everything she saw said to call your vet immediately. It also said that usually symptoms of (large quantities) ingestion occur in as little as 15 to 30 minutes. Since mom didn't really know if I ate any or not, she didn't call the vet. What apparently happens, or so mom says, that the Xylitol causes a drop in blood sugar, and can cause hypoglycemia (whatever that is) and seizures, as well as liver damage. She was really nervous, but she took really good care of me. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3Nx_2sF0I/AAAAAAAABGU/eWSgybcHvDo/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241571800167225154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3Nx_2sF0I/AAAAAAAABGU/eWSgybcHvDo/s320/DSC00563.JPG" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She continued to watch me, and the kiderest cried because they thought something bad might happen, but I didn't appear sick. Which is good. But it was very scary for my family. Today I am still well, and mom is going to continue to keep an eye on me. We are thankful (or I should say I AM) that the littlest pupster, Jordan whackered me on the headerest to get that nasty stuff out of my mouth. AND mom says now, NO SUGAR FREE GUM! NO WAY NO HOW. We will not be taking that chance again. Please pass this information on to all your friends who may not know about this nasty xylitol. Mom wishes that she would have remembered it BEFORE she let the kids have the gum. For more information, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/xylitol.asp"&gt;www.snopes.com/critters/crusader/xylitol.asp&lt;/a&gt; if mom KNEW what she was doing she'd be able to direct you there from here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I know my mom LUVS me, because she has been watching me like a hawk since this incident.  I even slept in BED with her last night! She was so worried and I just took advantagerest of the sitchooashon.  I'm eating ,drinking, and acting like a goofy airedale, and NO MORE GUM FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4391434103639907784?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4391434103639907784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4391434103639907784' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4391434103639907784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4391434103639907784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/09/attention-attention-everypup-their.html' title='Attention, Attention everypup &amp; their hoomans'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SL3NxWFRnvI/AAAAAAAABGE/P-hFbrwaA1E/s72-c/DSC00478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3375946146582045890</id><published>2008-08-14T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:49:51.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEXY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Tanner watches too much HBO and Rhonda his mom doesn't watch her dogson very well AT ALL.  I went to his blog and found this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SKTD097PY3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/0zfRF_4TUB4/s1600-h/tannerpimp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234523981655008114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SKTD097PY3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/0zfRF_4TUB4/s320/tannerpimp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It says he's a PIMP.  What the HECK is a pimp? Did he mean he's a PINK because he is wearing a PINK shirt?  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think my husband is a PIMP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SKTD06w6ByI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qkCD61OPhEU/s1600-h/100_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234523980806358818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SKTD06w6ByI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qkCD61OPhEU/s320/100_3248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But since he thinks he's a pimp, then I'm a SEXY GRRLLL.  What'd ya say BOYZZZZZ???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3375946146582045890?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3375946146582045890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3375946146582045890' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3375946146582045890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3375946146582045890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy_14.html' title='SEXY!!!!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SKTD097PY3I/AAAAAAAAAzw/0zfRF_4TUB4/s72-c/tannerpimp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6009973911821134092</id><published>2008-08-06T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:56:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' out</title><content type='html'>This week I've been hangin' out with my people because mom has off from work because the kids have vacation bible school at church in the evening.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN184kfVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iuIAW8Iql9g/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509137671880018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN184kfVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iuIAW8Iql9g/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its been nice that they are home......Here are some pictures of me before that awwful haiwcut.  I was really fuzzy and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN2KivnuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zpSYXIx33Uc/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509141338431202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN2KivnuI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zpSYXIx33Uc/s320/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I look now....I know alot of people have been wondewing what I look like and if it is really that awwful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN2bu38qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NUgQ5-780yU/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231509145952711330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN2bu38qI/AAAAAAAAAyY/NUgQ5-780yU/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can decide for yourself.....I'm gonna go stick my head in the sand.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6009973911821134092?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6009973911821134092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6009973911821134092' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6009973911821134092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6009973911821134092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/08/hangin-out.html' title='Hangin&apos; out'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SJoN184kfVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/iuIAW8Iql9g/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1437572751593750780</id><published>2008-07-29T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:23:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BuZZed..............PART deuce</title><content type='html'>Well, I've had a few requests to post my post grooming picture, but I just can't get myself to do it. BUT, I do have something to share with you! You remember that girl that Kendra knows that was hurt in that fire pit accident? You all helped me send her lots of love and support and my HUSBAND Tanner asked you guys for a favor and you all came through? Well, they raised over $20,000.00!!! ISN't THAT aMAzing?? That would buy US dogs lots of doggie biscuits, but this money will help Taylor's family with the expenses that they are incurring. Anyhow, the MAYOR of our TOWN, said if they raised at least 20 thowsand doggers I mean dollars he'd SHAVE HIS HEAD!! and so, I bring to you, for your viewing pleasure, the MAYOR getting his head shaved!!&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9BVUjTKcJ0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9BVUjTKcJ0&lt;/a&gt; and YOU CAN SEE IT! You would rather see Mark, Mayor of Sauk Rapids get his hair buzzed off then see me and how awwful I look.  Mayor Campbell is such a great guy! Now, I'm going to go hide~! &lt;br /&gt;Pee Ess: MAYBE I'll post a picture in a few days- maybe in a few days my hair will be grown out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1437572751593750780?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1437572751593750780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1437572751593750780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1437572751593750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1437572751593750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/07/buzzedpart-deuce.html' title='BuZZed..............PART deuce'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-743275550253046692</id><published>2008-07-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:59:46.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzED!</title><content type='html'>I can barely even get myself to talk about the following subject.  You see, I am SO SO embawwessed about it.  On Wednesday, MOM took me for a ride in the caw early in the morning.  It was the SECOND trip to the Vet in less than ONE WEEK!!! Now, don't get me wrong, I LUV the vet, but I had NO IDEA what I was getting in to.  So Mom dropped me off (tail wagging) and went to work.  HOURS passed, and when she came to get me, I did not look the same.  The reason why she dropped me off was she wanted the nice lady at the vet (the groomer) to "groom" me.  I tried to tell that EVIL lady I did NOT need GROOMING, but she insisted.  When mom picked me up she went all gaga over me, but I don't know why?  I look AWFUL! I can't even post a picture of myself here.  It would be like posing NEWD for PLAYDOG.  I am so embawessed that I am going into hiding and I don't know if I ever will come out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-743275550253046692?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/743275550253046692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=743275550253046692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/743275550253046692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/743275550253046692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/07/buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzed.html' title='BuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzED!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6410103413189292068</id><published>2008-07-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:00.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important message!</title><content type='html'>I have an important message and I hope that you will all take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SIVEG2h_SjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-NHiZ1S-tmY/s1600-h/telethonpromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225657827141306930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SIVEG2h_SjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-NHiZ1S-tmY/s200/telethonpromo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Kendra goes to school with Taylor, and she was burned very severely in a fire pit accident in April. She has had many surgeries and is a very STRONG and DETERMINED young lady! She could be an AIREDALE if she were a DOG!! Anyhow, there is an internet telethon on Wednesday, and if you'd be so kind to check it out and wish her well, that would be GURATE. The lady of MY house, doesn't know how to BLOG and because she can't BLOG my BLOG sometimes stinks like dirty socks. Anyhow, since she is BLOGGER illiterate she doesn't know how to put a link in here that you could just click on, but if you go to &lt;a href="http://www.prayfortay.com/"&gt;http://www.prayfortay.com/&lt;/a&gt; you will be able to view the live internet telethon. This will help the family and they will know that there are many people and DOGGIES out there that care about her! Otherwise you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.com/"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.com/&lt;/a&gt; and enter taylorstrand and you can read her story. She has a long road ahead of her, but has come a LONG way and is getting better and making ALOT of progress. Please add her to your prayers ! I knew I could count on all of my DOGGIE friends and their hoomans to help us help Taylor's family!! THANK-YOU!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225661217428083538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SIVHMMVWE1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/h-BF5owMEyo/s200/100_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6410103413189292068?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6410103413189292068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6410103413189292068' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6410103413189292068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6410103413189292068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/07/important-message.html' title='Important message!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SIVEG2h_SjI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/-NHiZ1S-tmY/s72-c/telethonpromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8832530235175176055</id><published>2008-07-09T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:01.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a POODLE for DOGS sake !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SHVeERN_aEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OjVrz45leVs/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221182770440529986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SHVeERN_aEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OjVrz45leVs/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I haven't been around lately.....and I'm really sorry.  My hoomans went on vacation and sent me to jail (mom: uhm, I think it was rather like a spa, Lillie).  I hearded that my husband the handsomest BT on the planet earth was missing me.  I miss him too.  Can't he please come visit me??? He could have come to see me instead of going to the BEACH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, lately I've been attending several soccer events that my hooman pups participate in.  I really love going to the soccer field and watching.......except when I get bonked with the ball!! That happend to me two times tonight!!  So, now on to the point of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit at the soccer field with my MOM and I am such a gooderst girlie.  I let peoples I don't know and kiddies that I don't know touch and pet me.   Most of the time they ask my mom what kind of dog I am and mom will tell them.  But for some reason there are some stoopid hoomans out there that seem to think I'm a POODLE!!!! No offense to you poodles out there, but I AM NOT A POODLE!!! I DON'T LOOK LIKE  A POODLE! POODLES DO NOT HAVE BRoWN FUR WITH A BLACK SADDLE.  Sorry...I was yelling but it irckks the he$$ out of me that people would think that I am a poodle.  Yes, I have curly hair.  Yes I am big like a standard poodle, but I don't have a poodle head and poodles do not have perfect ears like me or have a square head like me.  I tried to tell these people by yelling (try barking) at them that I am an AIREDALE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a bootiful, friendly AIREDALE that LOVES to go to the soccer field and be called an AIREDALE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now.  I need to go settle down.  All this venting makes a girlie really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanner if you are out there I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TOO.  I will try to be a better blogger but mom hogs the compooter and won't help me blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you next time.......&lt;br /&gt;Lillie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8832530235175176055?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8832530235175176055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8832530235175176055' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8832530235175176055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8832530235175176055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-not-poodle-for-dogs-sake.html' title='I am not a POODLE for DOGS sake !!!!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SHVeERN_aEI/AAAAAAAAAxI/OjVrz45leVs/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-9099710491812225139</id><published>2008-05-28T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:01.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Crashers? OR Goin' to the Chapel cuz I'm gonna see Tanner's mom and dad get married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205612265328053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SD4MxllLjXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GWndp9pCuwU/s200/2008+104.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;Ruby had the bestest idea! Ruby said that she would get aire ruby ready and take WHOEVER wanted to go to the wedding......urh "crash" the wedding of Joey and my cuterest husband, Tanner's mom and dad! Isn't that a GrEat idEa? They will be so exciterest to have us dogs there cuz we need to make sure that the WeDdinG cake is safe to eat and the other food is safe to eat and that the BeeR is safe to drink!! We wouldn't want the wedding couple to get sick at their specialist day!!  SO, if you want to come with us, head on over to Ruby's blog, and let her know you want to join us!!  The MOre the MerRier.  I can't wait to see my little pooky bear, Tanner!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is proper ediket (what in the world is ediket?) to bring a present to the wedding and I think it would be most appropriate to bring an annOyIng toY for the boyz.  That way when the NewLeeWeds want some alone time (have to keep this page family friendly but you get the idea.....) Joey and Tanner can take the annoying toys and pester the NewLeeWeds!  So see you soon on AireRuby and we're off to the WeDding of the Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-9099710491812225139?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/9099710491812225139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=9099710491812225139' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/9099710491812225139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/9099710491812225139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-crashers-or-goin-to-chapel-cuz.html' title='Wedding Crashers? OR Goin&apos; to the Chapel cuz I&apos;m gonna see Tanner&apos;s mom and dad get married!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SD4MxllLjXI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GWndp9pCuwU/s72-c/2008+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8655882490885654107</id><published>2008-05-27T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:02.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back! Finally.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SDytk1lLjVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ajDLy3yJUWI/s1600-h/2008+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205226117703372114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SDytk1lLjVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ajDLy3yJUWI/s200/2008+120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHAT'S UPPPPP?????????????????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;Hi Tanner! Hi Everyone! I'm back.  My hoomans were gone this weekend and made me go to the kennels and I didn't like it very much!  Now I am back and I am so excitederest cuz MY husband, Tanner's mom &amp;amp; dad are getting MARRIED!!! Isn't that great news?  Now I can't wait until the big vows get taken but I can't get to Arizona because I don't have a ride but I'd like to wish them well and if I could be there I'd ask Tanner's mom if I could be the flowerest girl, and Tanner could be the ring bearerest.  Not like bearering naked but carrying the ring.  So I am back and I say to you all WHAT's UP??????????????????????????????????I LUV YOU TANNER!!!!! YOU ARE SO CUTEREST!! I LOVE BOSTON TERRORESTS!! Mr. Whiskers told me to cut the caps cuz that means I'm yelling.  SORRY!! I'm just so exciterest that I'm out of that darned kennels and that I'm back home with my family and school will be out soon and the pups will be home with me for the entire summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dudes and Dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8655882490885654107?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8655882490885654107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8655882490885654107' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8655882490885654107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8655882490885654107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-finally.html' title='Back! Finally.....'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/SDytk1lLjVI/AAAAAAAAAww/ajDLy3yJUWI/s72-c/2008+120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7301345561056790663</id><published>2008-03-29T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:02.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP! Part III Joe Stains to the rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-_wsc_uUWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SQze-j7-ob8/s1600-h/mr.whiskers2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183626342615109986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-_wsc_uUWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SQze-j7-ob8/s200/mr.whiskers2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BUSTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So AireRuby flew my two detectives in tonight...and it was a good thing too!I knew it wouldn't take Joe Stains long and he'd have the case cracked and my name would be cleared. It's ALWAYS the quiet, innocent looking one!  We didn't even know he LIKED to play! Is that Madden's 2007 you are playing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183626016197595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-_wZc_uUVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/tFfYYXZxcag/s200/Mr.+Whiskers.bmp" border="0" /&gt;While Joe was off doing detective work, me and Tanner got to spend some quality time together. It didn't take him long at all to figure out that Mr. Whiskers ate the controller and blamed ME!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head on over to Joe Stains blog to see the "Master Detective" and tell him what an AWESOME job he did. Thanks so much Detective Joey! I really appreciated your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, where did Mr. Whiskers put that PS2 control?  I think its my turn to play........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Many thanks also to AireRuby for the transportation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7301345561056790663?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7301345561056790663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7301345561056790663' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7301345561056790663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7301345561056790663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-part-iii-joe-stains-to-rescue.html' title='HELP! Part III Joe Stains to the rescue'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-_wsc_uUWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/SQze-j7-ob8/s72-c/mr.whiskers2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6536067096720568410</id><published>2008-03-28T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:41:58.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP! Part two</title><content type='html'>So I know I told you all I needed Tanner's help. I REALLY did. Something was missing, and I knew there was only one man urrr DOG that could help me. I needed to get Detective Stains on the case and maybe just MAYBE he'd let Tanner help him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm calling on Detective Joseph Stains and his side kick Tanner to help me.  I need AIRE RUBY to fly them in.  This is SERIOUS business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PS2 CONTROL IS MISSING, AND MY FAMILY BLAMES ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pictures- mom's camera is broken.  They'll probably blame me for that too..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6536067096720568410?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6536067096720568410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6536067096720568410' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6536067096720568410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6536067096720568410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/03/help-part-two.html' title='HELP! Part two'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6414507292485805808</id><published>2008-03-27T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:02.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attention Tanner: Lillie needs your HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-xIQs_uUUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/96Y_jigV-WQ/s1600-h/100_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182596722990141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-xIQs_uUUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/96Y_jigV-WQ/s200/100_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stay tuned.....to find out.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can Tanner "HELP" Lillie?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will Tanner get to Lillie in time?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just what kind of "help" does Lillie need? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there other doggies out there that can help Lillie?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the heck is going on with Lillie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These answers and more, coming up tomorrow.  Stay tuned to find out the answers to these and more questions from Lillie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Lillie isn't hurt or anything.  She just needs help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6414507292485805808?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6414507292485805808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6414507292485805808' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6414507292485805808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6414507292485805808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/03/help.html' title='HELP!!!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R-xIQs_uUUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/96Y_jigV-WQ/s72-c/100_4204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8576408334382222572</id><published>2008-02-02T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:03.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days post-op</title><content type='html'>Hi! It's Mr. Whiskers reporting for the little gimp again.  Umh, I mean "sweet" Lillie.  I am really getting sick and tired of having to wait on her ALL of the time.  When mom and dad and the hooman pups leave, they make me be in charge of taking care of Lillie.  She can get quite demanding at times!  I'm sure glad its the weekend and the hoomans will be around now to watch after the little cripple.   She's such a B-A-B-Y!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDn18ZyiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tKyMLafskNU/s1600-h/100_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162466162136173090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDn18ZyiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tKyMLafskNU/s200/100_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought some of you may be interested in seeing some pictures of her.  They are kind of gross so if you have a queazy stomach you may not want to look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDZl8ZyhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/c6Wf-3wdfBE/s1600-h/100_4203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162465917323037202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDZl8ZyhI/AAAAAAAAAwI/c6Wf-3wdfBE/s200/100_4203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom is threatening her with a lamp shade if she doesn't start leaving the incision alone.  For some reason she thinks she needs to wash it constantly.  WHY she would want to wash something that looks like that, I do not know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDPV8ZygI/AAAAAAAAAwA/389JXtHY2JU/s1600-h/100_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162465741229378050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDPV8ZygI/AAAAAAAAAwA/389JXtHY2JU/s200/100_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A message from Amy: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone for checking in on us.  It really helps us with what we are going through.  Lillie is feeling a bit better- not so much crying and whining.  It is very difficult for her to go into a sit or down position.  She is doing well with toe touching with her injured leg, but occasionally will walk on three legs.  She has adapted to the situation well.  We try to keep her confined as much as we can.  She is usually in the bedroom and we use a baby gate to keep her in a small area.  Right now it is easy to keep her confined because she isn't feeling well, but in a day or two that may change.  She is very much an Airedale and has a mind of her own if you know what I mean.  Some of you may remember that I told you that Dr. Cal indicated her issue was congenital.  He ended up putting three pins in her knee cap to stabilize things.  She had sever malaligent of the patella (knee) and tibia crest (the tibia is the shin bone).  He said that it actually was at an angle and very mishapen.  They straignhtened it out- he said after they pinned it they could tell right away that it was in alignment.  He said we were fortunate that her ACL didn't rupture because it was very irritated.  Her left side also has this issue.  He said she has a grade I/IV patella luxation but because the alignment is much better he doesn't anticipate future problems on that side, and that we should just monitor it.  The good news of the entire situation is that this didn't occur because of trauma.  When this first happened we thought it was because Jordan fell on top of her.   She and Jordan like to play football and the game, as it is in real life gets a little rough.  We just need to watch her and keep her quiet for the next 6 weeks.  She has managed to really be able to do alot of things with three legs.  She can go up and down the steps with assistance on three legs.  Sometimes we use a towel as a sling to help lift her Rt hind leg.  She doesn't really like the towel but will let us support her with our hands and arms.  She is very tolerant most of the time.  When she isn't tolerant is because she is hurting.  Its amazing to see her be able to function so well with three legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Lillie is feeling better she will post tomorrow.  The big game is tomorrow and she was hoping to be able to "party" a bit with the family.  We said she could join in the festivities but if she got too out of control we'd have to send her to her room.  Have a great weekend everyone and thanks again for being so supportive to us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and Mr. Whiskers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8576408334382222572?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8576408334382222572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8576408334382222572' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8576408334382222572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8576408334382222572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-days-post-op.html' title='3 days post-op'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R6TDn18ZyiI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/tKyMLafskNU/s72-c/100_4200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1592704546948990236</id><published>2008-01-31T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:29:17.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillie's home</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone! Thanks again for checking on  us.  This is Lillie's mom.  I just want to update quick and will post more when we have time. Lillie came home this afternoon.  She is in quite a bit of pain and is very sad.  I think she feels better to be at home in her own bed, but it is hard to tell what she needs.  She seems very uncomfortable and anxious.  Right now we have her on our bed (She let us lift her up there) and she is trying to rest.  Occasionally she will cry out as though she is in pain.  Sometimes she just whimpers.  We'll have to see what tonight brings.....  She came home on several medications; an antibiotic, an anti-inflammatory and a narcotic.  We can't give the narcotic (Tramadol) until later this evening and hopefully that will help her rest.  Keeping her quiet won't be too difficult tonight.  Keeping her comfortable will.  I feel so bad, I just don't know what to do.  Jordan and I went to Petco this afternoon and got her a new toy.  We got some chewies too but the ones we got don't take her long to chew.  I need to find her something that will keep her busy.  Well, I need to go.  Dr. Cal said we need to ice her knee twice a day and its about that time.  Her insicion looks very painful.  I will take some pictures and post them soon. I just want her to perk up a bit before I do that.  Jordan says her leg looks like a chicken leg- its shaved completely from her thigh to ankle.   Thanks again for all the well wishes.  We really appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;Lots of belly scratches to all you dogs with blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amy  (Lillie's mom)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1592704546948990236?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1592704546948990236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1592704546948990236' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1592704546948990236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1592704546948990236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/lillies-home.html' title='Lillie&apos;s home'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4391598038810282595</id><published>2008-01-30T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:29:52.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Surgery: Mr. Whiskers reporting</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the well wishes for Miss Lillie.  It's Mr. Whiskers reporting on the little gimp. Here's the scoop. Lillie left today at 9:30 a.m. for her consultation with Dr. Koluk and hasn't returned.  Mom just got home and informed us that they did infact need to do the surgery.  She said that Dr. Koluk said that Lillie had a congenital deformity in her knee cap and that is why the patella was luxating (dislocating).  It wasn't due to any trauma.  The other knee has the same issue but not to the same degree- she probably won't ever need surgery on that knee (paws crossed) but they are going to have to watch it closely.    The vet said that if they hadn't fixed the problem early that she would have blown out her ACL. Something with how it was sitting in reference to her knee. (Whatever the heck an ACL is).   I don't have all the details but will let mom fill you in later, once she is feeling relaxed.  Jordan and Mom  went to see Lillie and mom was a little frazzled when she got home.  Lillie was not resting alright, but was very anxious.  The Vet had to give her some anxiety  medicine (NOT MOM, LILLIE!!!) and then she calmed down and was able to relax. The Vet did say that Lillie was able to sleep for several hours.  Lillie was pretty uptight and in some pain when mom and Jordan visited.  They could hear her crying in the waiting room!  The Vet did let her out of her kennel for some loving,  but she was very uptight.  She really missed mom and Jordan.  She was being a cry baby....I mean, she was crying because she was in pain the poor thing!  I really do miss her alot and am glad that she is going to be gone tonight......Did I say that? What I meant was I am going to miss her tonight and I can't wait to have her back!  Mom will post more tomorrow.  The little gimp will be home tomorrow sometime.  Then it's back to strict bed rest for six weeks.  Thanks for stopping by.  Mom will help Lillie update tomorrow, or if she isn't feeling up to it I will let you all know how she is doing. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4391598038810282595?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4391598038810282595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4391598038810282595' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4391598038810282595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4391598038810282595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-surgery-mr-whiskers-reporting.html' title='Update Surgery: Mr. Whiskers reporting'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3316334722586920296</id><published>2008-01-26T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:03.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am NOT a gimp!</title><content type='html'>So here I am relaxing in bed. It's been all I have been able to do lately. I am on STRICT bedrest until further notice. It makes me feel very saddest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R5t5IF8ZyfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uP5mZH4oht4/s1600-h/100_4156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159850978024475122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R5t5IF8ZyfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uP5mZH4oht4/s200/100_4156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know that I have had a very sorest back leggy. It isn't getting ANY betterest. Mom took me to the vet last week and they wanted to check my sore leggy and I said NO way man. Leave my sorest leggy alone!! SO, the vet said because my leg was still sore, I needed to see an orthopedic specialist. What the heck is an "Orthopedic Specialist"? Mom said&lt;br /&gt;o-k, and they scheduled my appointment for Wednesday, January 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R5t12F8ZyeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/idgPNgJdBI8/s1600-h/100_4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159847370251946466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R5t12F8ZyeI/AAAAAAAAAvw/idgPNgJdBI8/s200/100_4111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I sure wish that my leggy wouldn't be so sorest. It is hard work hobbling around on 3 legs. Mom's worried about my good back leg. I can't go for walkies at all and I've gained some wait since I don't get any excercisest. I'm very very SAD........ No walkies no playing with Mr. Whiskers or Jordan. No nothingest.....SIGH.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Note from Mom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lillie's leg isn't improving at all. The vet said the minute you flex it her knee cap dislocates.  At home even after the slightest bit of exercise she is hobbling around on three legs. Sometimes she'll go down the steps and sometimes she won't. She isn't supposed to, but it is difficult for me to lift a 70# dog down the steps. She does know how to go down on three legs and I help her when she does that. She seems to be handling things pretty well but she is very quiet. She lays around alot, and looks sad. Sometimes she will get a bit of energy (thanks to the anti-inflammatory meds) but then she ends up paying for it later. She has been sleeping on her bed on the floor, and won't jump up on the bed at all. The only time she gets up on the bed is if someone helps her. The plan right now is for her to see the Orthopedic surgeion on Wednesday. Surgery is planned for 10:00 a.m. unless the orthopedist says we should continue on the same course we are taking now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Back to Lillie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I say to my friends keep your paws crossed that thingys work out the betterest for me. I don't want to see any orthopoodist or whatever it is. I want them to leavest my leggest alone. I say WHATSSSSUPP..........................Get your hands off me. Can someone come and kidnaps me from my home so I don't have to go back to the vetest on Wednesday? HELP!!!! TANNER!!!! ANYONE HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GIRL GIRL can you come  get me in your girl girl mobile???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3316334722586920296?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3316334722586920296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3316334722586920296' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3316334722586920296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3316334722586920296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-not-gimp.html' title='I am NOT a gimp!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R5t5IF8ZyfI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uP5mZH4oht4/s72-c/100_4156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8145726819227567314</id><published>2008-01-12T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:24:11.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday G-Man!!</title><content type='html'>Today is a very special day, and we are having a PAWTY!! I won't be able to be pawtying too hard because of my sore leg, (mom said NO dancing) but I wanted to take a minute and wish my favoritest hooman BOY pup, Jordan (or as we like to call him G-man) a VERY Happy Birthday. Can you help me by wishing him a Happy Birthday, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan is "10" today. We are having a pawty tonight with our family! I can't wait. I told mom I'd be a real good girl cuz my leg is hurt and I promise I won't jump on my Grandma's or my Aunt Laurie OR my Uncle Bill. Mom is busy cleaning the house and getting ready. I sure hope she lets me and Mr. Whiskers have a small bitest of cake, and she is making ROAST BEEF!! I sure hope I can have a tastest of that too!! I know there will be lots of food, fun, and pressies. I can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by!! Sorry for no pictures but stoopid blogger keeps giving me an error. I will post again later to let you know how the pawty went. Mom said I can post about my sore leg another time because it wouldn't be polite to take over Jordan's post when it is such a special day!  Maybe you guys can come to the Pawty too! Mom would be suprised to see all of you and our house is big so everyone would fit!! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lillie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8145726819227567314?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8145726819227567314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8145726819227567314' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8145726819227567314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8145726819227567314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-g-man.html' title='Happy Birthday G-Man!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8646894110714631603</id><published>2008-01-08T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:26:16.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by MY Tanner!</title><content type='html'>First of all- Here's Mr. Whiskers with an update about Lillie on day two with rt dislocated knee:&lt;br /&gt;Today was a rough day for Lillie.  She is using her hind right leg less and less.  Most of the time she holds it up and walks on three legs.  Mom is happy about that since she shouldn't be putting any pressure on her injured leg.  Mom was concerned that she would try to go up and down the steps, but she seems to know that she isn't supposed to do that either.  She finally is sleeping better.  She had a rough couple of nights- as did mom!  The vet called today to check on Lillie and stressed the importance of keeping Lillie quiet.  She wanted to know how she was handling her pain.  The pain pills don't seem to be helping much at this time.  She is on Rimadyl.  The vet said that she could prescrible something else if she needs it too.  Right now it hasn't been too hard to keep Lillie quiet- you can tell she doesn't feel good.  No more jumping on people or counter surfing.  Mom cooked an entire dinner tonight with Lillie in the kitchen with NO jumping!!  Hopefully with some much needed rest Lillie will get better very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tagged by Tanner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I have a sore leg I am dictating this information to my secretary!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were another kind of animal what would I be: A Teddy Bear!! I LOVE to snuggle and I am so furry and cute just like a fuzzy teddy bear!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My most favorite song:  Girls just wanna have fun.  Cuz I LOVE to have fun!!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I could live anywhere in the world I would live: I like it where I live but I'd like to be able to travel all around the world and visit all my DWB friends.  Maybe I'd get an RV so I could drive aroudn the country and live in all sorts of different places and then I could go pick up Tanner and take him with me and we could visit his Aunt Patty since her state is kind of close to my state on the map!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a famous movie star/personality I would be: a girl Scooby Doo because I am always getting myself into interesting situations and I LOVE to eat and I'm pretty good at solving mysteries too. Plus chasing ghosts is really hard work and the hooman pups love ghost stories.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since I'm not sure what question 5 was I will assume it would be who would you want to be a spokesperson for.  I would like to be a spokesperson for the food channel because then I'd get to try out all those good foods that they make and I know that MY Tanner watches the food network! And I love WHATEVER Tanner loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UPPPPPPPPPPPPP??????????????????????????????????(mom:It must be the pain  medication)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8646894110714631603?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8646894110714631603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8646894110714631603' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8646894110714631603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8646894110714631603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-by-my-tanner.html' title='Tagged by MY Tanner!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7361306725872955793</id><published>2008-01-07T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T18:36:47.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very important message from Mr. Whiskers</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Its Mr. Whiskers blogging for Lillie.  Sorry there are no pictures tonight.  I have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that Lillie injured her right hind knee cap and it is dislocated.  The GOOD news is she is going to be o-k and she did not tear her ACL.  THAT was really good news actually.  The Vet told momma that she was pretty sure it was torn.  Lillie is on strict rest for the next 10 days.  Tonight she is pretty quiet because they had to sedate her to examine her knee, and take x-rays.  Plus she is in considerable pain.  She has been walking around on three legs.  Occasionally she will bare weight on her injured leg.  The vet said that if it isn't better in 10  days she is going to need surgery.  Mom needs help with ideas on how to keep Lillie quiet.  Right now, because of the pain she is pretty low  key.  She won't go down the stairs and is moving pretty slow.  Mom is worried that once she is feeling better (and the pain meds kick in she will want to run around and play.  Any suggestions from you friends would be greatly appreciated.  Mom will update more tomorrow when Lillie is feeling better.  Thanks for checking in on us!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers for Lillie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7361306725872955793?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7361306725872955793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7361306725872955793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7361306725872955793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7361306725872955793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-important-message-from-mr-whiskers.html' title='A very important message from Mr. Whiskers'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3436220472740041997</id><published>2007-12-31T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:05.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will We will ROCK YOU!!</title><content type='html'>The hooman pups pooled there Christmas $$ together (since Santa didn't bring it) and bought a play station 2.  Then, Kendra, using her most cute little smile and girly girl attitude begged mom for this.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lxPZBeXvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jcfNu25Il6Y/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150272158103920370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lxPZBeXvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jcfNu25Il6Y/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, our house IS rockin'!! Its the only thing that the hoomans do is play this fake guitar game trying to unlock songs to play.  Do you know how many times I've heard mom play Foghat's "Slow Ride"?  Like I think if they gave ME the guitar I could play it.  The smallest pup, Jordan gets upset because he isn't so great at the game, but mom thinks its good they FINALLY invented a video game that she can 1. Play and 2. beat the hooman pups in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lvm5BeXuI/AAAAAAAAAvA/LPaqbClqSsw/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150270362807590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lvm5BeXuI/AAAAAAAAAvA/LPaqbClqSsw/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of Kendra rocking out.  Mom accidently cut her head off.  She even battled Slash and WON!!!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lvQZBeXtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i3R5gNxY7GY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150269976260533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lvQZBeXtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/i3R5gNxY7GY/s200/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ME? I''d rather just lie here and chew my bone.  Rock On!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3436220472740041997?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3436220472740041997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3436220472740041997' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3436220472740041997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3436220472740041997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-will-we-will-rock-you.html' title='We will We will ROCK YOU!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3lxPZBeXvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jcfNu25Il6Y/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2724103503974312421</id><published>2007-12-28T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:06.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back, at one CUTE airedale! (That's me, that's me!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom was looking through some old picture files on her compooter today and came across some pictures of MUAH over this past year. She got all goofy and teary eyed. She told me not to worry because she was only remonissing. What the heck is "remonissing"? She explained that it was just looking back and memories that made her happy. Here is a picture of me shortly after I had my ears glued. I look so small there compared to now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V7XZBeXpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BjBmwvIG8rA/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149157390752308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V7XZBeXpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BjBmwvIG8rA/s200/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V7XpBeXqI/AAAAAAAAAug/eyZaewjBsUs/s1600-h/281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149157395047276194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V7XpBeXqI/AAAAAAAAAug/eyZaewjBsUs/s200/281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149160014977326786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V9wJBeXsI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Tu1xQs9lDtE/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom was trying to figure out just what I was doing in this picture and to tell you the truth I can't even remember. At first I thought it was that I was tied up in my usual spot, but I don't think that is the case. It looks as though I am chewing on something. I probably am and it probably was something I wasn't supposed to chew on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V6Z5BeXoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/L2GM10UxF2Q/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149156334190354050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V6Z5BeXoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/L2GM10UxF2Q/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a very recent picture of what I am looking like. You can see that my hair is getting fluffy and I'm sure soon I will need a booty treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149155470901927522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V5npBeXmI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ACiDv39Ft_4/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V5XJBeXlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/il_NPFI2bWo/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149155187434085970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V5XJBeXlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/il_NPFI2bWo/s200/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOW &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149158889695895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V8upBeXrI/AAAAAAAAAuo/N2P3zXeFG0U/s200/443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and taking a walk with mom down memory lane. Me, myself would like to go for a walk outside. Forget about all this memory and remonissing. I'd prefer to forget that I looked like I did back then. I look so much better all growed up!!  Tanner did you see me? How cute I look now??? &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MUAH! Lillie V &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2724103503974312421?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2724103503974312421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2724103503974312421' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2724103503974312421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2724103503974312421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-back-at-one-cute-airedale-thats.html' title='Looking back, at one CUTE airedale! (That&apos;s me, that&apos;s me!!)'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3V7XZBeXpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BjBmwvIG8rA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6064618609246056429</id><published>2007-12-27T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Relaxing....................</title><content type='html'>With all the excitement of the Christmas Holiday we are pooped out!  We spent much of the last few days looking like this and recharging our batteries.  Mom got this pawesome picture of  Mr. Whiskers.  He was O-U-T! I think his sore ears caught up with him. He spent ALOT of time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl1ZBeXgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p7lsKPJtsQo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148852241915862530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl1ZBeXgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p7lsKPJtsQo/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and as you can see, so did I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl1pBeXhI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lHlOk7jJ5xo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148852246210829842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl1pBeXhI/AAAAAAAAAtY/lHlOk7jJ5xo/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were exhausted from all the food, drink, presents, and partying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl15BeXiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7ViWDkWEt5A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148852250505797154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl15BeXiI/AAAAAAAAAtg/7ViWDkWEt5A/s200/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that our batteries are recharged we are READY for round two and will be getting our dancing shoes on to celebrate NEW YEAR'S EVE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl2pBeXjI/AAAAAAAAAto/-fTif7qdy-Y/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148852263390699058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl2pBeXjI/AAAAAAAAAto/-fTif7qdy-Y/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say its been great having the hoomans home with us.  They will be off work for a few more days so I am sure mom will let me post again real soon!  Thanks for stopping by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6064618609246056429?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6064618609246056429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6064618609246056429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6064618609246056429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6064618609246056429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-relaxing.html' title='Just Relaxing....................'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3Rl1ZBeXgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/p7lsKPJtsQo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3987435730175700817</id><published>2007-12-25T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:08.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birfday Mr. Whiskers, Santa came, I was GOOOOOOD!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I need to wish a Happy Birfday to my BIG brother, Mr. Whiskers. He doesn't like the camera so I don't have a picture of him. Also, he is not feeling good. He had to go to the VET on HIS birfday. He was scratching his ears and they were really sore and red and nasty in there so mom had to take him in and he has a really bad ears infection. We didn't celebrate with him yet because he wasn't feeling good, and with all the OTHER celebratingins that the hoomans were doing we have to wait. I say HMPH no birfday cake. He says, its o-k I am 13 and REALLY feeling old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E2SJBeXXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hoTQwRaPQtU/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147955534348836210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E2SJBeXXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hoTQwRaPQtU/s200/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We opened some pressies today. Santa came, and brought the hooman pups Lots of pressies. Me and Mr. Whiskers gots some pressies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E05pBeXTI/AAAAAAAAAro/SFOwkUTMaAE/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147954013930413362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E05pBeXTI/AAAAAAAAAro/SFOwkUTMaAE/s200/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, they got pressies as well. From my Aunt Laurie and Uncle Bill. Aunt Laurie didn't bring ME any pressies though. I really love my Aunt Laurie and Uncle Bill but mom made me stay on the leash because my Grandma and Greatest Aunt was there and I get too excited and then I be naughty and jump and I's a really big girlie and mom is afraid I will knock them down. I needs to be much nicer when we have company but I gets so excited! People are at my house to visits me!! So, I told mom I'd be a good girl and be nice on the leash. And of course, I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E0vZBeXSI/AAAAAAAAArg/SuyNDxtSeNw/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147953837836754210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E0vZBeXSI/AAAAAAAAArg/SuyNDxtSeNw/s200/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who took these next pictures. While mom wasn't looking of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147954864333938018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E1rJBeXWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/fXrodXLulZY/s200/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147954525031521618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E1XZBeXVI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8aXJzAeo3QU/s200/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147954353232829762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E1NZBeXUI/AAAAAAAAArw/EyqRfoP8Png/s200/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; JORDAN!! He was taking pictures and how do you like the one he took of himself and then of my feets?? HAHAHAHA silly boy. Now, on to the pressies! Jordan is a BIG Viking fan, even though I don't think they played very well on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147956135644257666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E21JBeXYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/v9gITkzgfSw/s200/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jordan got this cool Vikings mug. He can't wait to drink out of it. He got it from his Grandma Cheryl. She is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147956414817131922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E3FZBeXZI/AAAAAAAAAsY/22G_38BmhVM/s200/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dad got one too. Here they are posing with their mugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147956638155431330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E3SZBeXaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/GWDxIdvscR0/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan got all this cool vikings wear. He got a vikings santa hat, a Adrian Peterson shirt that you can't see because it is under his cool Vikings sweatshirt. There is that mug. I think I might like to drink out of that mug! I might get it when it is in the sink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147956998932684210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E3nZBeXbI/AAAAAAAAAso/3g0mZPVbN00/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is me opening MY Pressie from Santa. I got some toys and stuff in my stocking. I got some chewies and a ball, and a snowman, and a tennis ball bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147957905170783698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E4cJBeXdI/AAAAAAAAAs4/VdmtVT2FXs0/s200/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Did you know that Dale elf's make treats? They do, they do! and their baked NOT fried. haha. Take a look here and see these Dale elf treats I got from Santa Paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147961667562135026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E73JBeXfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/K7FXW_EtQqA/s200/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Merry Christmas everypup! Hope you all got lots of nice pressies from Santa! I told Jordan I knew there was a Santa and he even believes it now!! He got some cool pressies from Santa.  I will have to blog about that later. Mom says my compooter time is up.  Thanks for visiting! Love ya! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147958278832938466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E4x5BeXeI/AAAAAAAAAtA/RadAIdwhKiA/s200/443.JPG" border="0" /&gt; HELP! I've turned into an elf.  What happend to my ears?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3987435730175700817?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3987435730175700817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3987435730175700817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3987435730175700817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3987435730175700817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birfday-mr-whiskers-santa-came-i.html' title='Happy Birfday Mr. Whiskers, Santa came, I was GOOOOOOD!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R3E2SJBeXXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hoTQwRaPQtU/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7647178572767351037</id><published>2007-12-22T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:08.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everypup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R23MuZBeXRI/AAAAAAAAArY/tNsrZmxkbhE/s1600-h/442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146995046517464338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R23MuZBeXRI/AAAAAAAAArY/tNsrZmxkbhE/s200/442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas to everypup and their families from our home to yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just LUV this time of year! Its Christmas vacation. My hooman pups are home from school and my mom and dad are off until after the New Year!! Me and Mr. Whiskers won't be home alone during the day for a LONG time!! Mom was so glad yesterday when her boss told her she could leave early,  and we could start our vacation early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that it has been awhile (a LONG while) since I posted but my mom has been VERY busy and won't allow any unsupervised compooter time.  I am hoping that she will let me post since she will be home for awhile now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We want to thank everypup for all the pawesome Christmas cards we have received!! Mom has been working really hard on getting ours out and I am happy to say she is almost finished.  She usually is quite on the ball, I'm not sure what happend.  Your cards should be coming very soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R23Lz5BeXQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DwO7g1a2mV8/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146994041495117058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R23Lz5BeXQI/AAAAAAAAArQ/DwO7g1a2mV8/s200/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am hoping that Santa Paws comes to our house and your house too! My hooman pup Jordan doesn't think he's real and that makes me really sad because you know what that means, NO PRESSIES!! Mom told him IF he believes, then Santa will come and ME and KENDRA told mom we believes so we are hoping for LOTS and LOTS of good pressies.  We have been really goodess and deserves lots and lots.  I told mom that even though I like to undecorate the tree that I am a goodess girl.  I can't help it, I think the decorations are the prettierist and I like to rearrange them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks so much for visiting us and Merry Christmas and Iwill post again VERY soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya lots, and be good- only a few more days until Santa comes....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7647178572767351037?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7647178572767351037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7647178572767351037' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7647178572767351037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7647178572767351037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everypup.html' title='Merry Christmas everypup!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/R23MuZBeXRI/AAAAAAAAArY/tNsrZmxkbhE/s72-c/442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7399136877254304659</id><published>2007-09-25T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:09.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAY, I'm ONE Today!!</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups said "Happy Birthday, Lillie"! I wasn't sure what that meant, or what was in store for me, but I knew that Tanner just had one and he got lots of pressies.  THEN......today, in the mail, on MY BIRTHDAY, I got a pressie from girl girl in Singapore.  THANK-YOU Girl Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvsASH10eMI/AAAAAAAAArI/oTIq3fmJdSc/s1600-h/fall+2007+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114682113151760578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvsASH10eMI/AAAAAAAAArI/oTIq3fmJdSc/s200/fall+2007+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got a NEW bandanna, and girl girl sent this cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;luving&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt; to Kendra for HER birthday.  How cool is that?  I thought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lionel&lt;/span&gt; was to eat though, and I stole it on her and mom had to get it away from me.  It came with this cute little pin that Kendra put on her back pack.  THANK-YOU from Kendra! She took them to school and her friends really thought it was COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr_5310eLI/AAAAAAAAArA/FRIKCAz_gNU/s1600-h/fall+2007+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114681696539932850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr_5310eLI/AAAAAAAAArA/FRIKCAz_gNU/s200/fall+2007+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of me (looking rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doofussy&lt;/span&gt;) in my new bandanna.  Kendra thought I should go for the "Brett &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt; of Poison" look.  She said all I need is a cowboy hat.  I say NO THANK YOU~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr_cH10eKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sy6Kbbgvj28/s1600-h/fall+2007+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114681185438824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr_cH10eKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/sy6Kbbgvj28/s200/fall+2007+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of you are probably wondering if I got a cake or not.  The answer is, well, no.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hooman's&lt;/span&gt; got these cupcakes but I couldn't have it because they were marble and you all know that we dogs can't have chocolate.  I really wanted that cupcake, and you can tell from this picture.  I am NOT as well behaved as Sunshade and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jaffa&lt;/span&gt;.  I didn't want to let that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nummy&lt;/span&gt; cupcake teasing me.  They weren't not going to give that cupcake to me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HMPH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-4X10eJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7y_ONF7k8ws/s1600-h/fall+2007+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114680571258501266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-4X10eJI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7y_ONF7k8ws/s200/fall+2007+086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was all the closer I would allow that cupcake.  I will let you know, that mom DID let me have the yellow frosting from the cupcake.  Then, as a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;airegirl&lt;/span&gt;, I let Jordan eat the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-lH10eII/AAAAAAAAAqo/A0rpCJYMWsU/s1600-h/fall+2007+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114680240546019458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-lH10eII/AAAAAAAAAqo/A0rpCJYMWsU/s200/fall+2007+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can tell by this picture, I was trying to get that cupcake from Kendra.  It didn't work, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-Gn10eHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rjKS6y3EndA/s1600-h/present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114679716560009330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr-Gn10eHI/AAAAAAAAAqg/rjKS6y3EndA/s200/present.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also got this cool pressie from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;.  Here is Kendra giving me the gift.  It is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stuffie&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a stuffed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; take out box.  I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr9-X10eGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qoQd7j9WsyI/s1600-h/takeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114679574826088546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rvr9-X10eGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/qoQd7j9WsyI/s200/takeout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, that was MY day.  It was really special and now I can say I AM ONE!! YEAH!!!  Thanks for everyone wishing me a happy birthday and helping me make my day a special one!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by- and thanks again girl girl for the gift gifts! They are great great!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ess&lt;/span&gt;: If  I don't update my blog for awhile its because my mom has to have surgery tomorrow.  She's going to be o-k so don't worry.  She doesn't have to stay in the hospital or anything.  She'll be home with me for a about a week so maybe she'll let me go on the computer and have some supervised time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7399136877254304659?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7399136877254304659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7399136877254304659' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7399136877254304659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7399136877254304659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/09/hurray-im-one-today.html' title='HURRAY, I&apos;m ONE Today!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvsASH10eMI/AAAAAAAAArI/oTIq3fmJdSc/s72-c/fall+2007+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4168466112235999705</id><published>2007-09-21T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:10.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merci, Faya! I got my first barkday pressie!!</title><content type='html'>Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everypup&lt;/span&gt;! Mom has been talking about this very special day that is coming up soon. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; shortly after Kendra's birthday last year. I am confused as to what it is exactly, but I am catching on quick. It seems that my husband &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TANNER (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;just had one last week, and of course, you know Kendra had one too on the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Then, to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SURPRISE&lt;/span&gt;, the postman brought me THIS package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSJ310eDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PqL_31jJW8U/s1600-h/100_3795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113083281511053362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSJ310eDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PqL_31jJW8U/s200/100_3795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It traveled a very long way. I'll be honest, it didn't look like this when the postman brought it. I probably shouldn't call her a postman I should call her a postwoman because our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;post person&lt;/span&gt; is a SHE. Anyhow, dad said I HAD TO WAIT until MOM got home...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HMPH&lt;/span&gt;. I said. He put this lovely package on the counter, and when he turned his back, I took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSKX10eEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nQ5hf5mObsY/s1600-h/100_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113083290100987970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSKX10eEI/AAAAAAAAAqI/nQ5hf5mObsY/s200/100_3796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AFTER ALL......it had MY name on it. I could smell that it came from a wonderful DALE. It came all the way from Switzerland, from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friendale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FAYA&lt;/span&gt;!!! Thank-you, Merci, Merci!!! (mom took french in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jr&lt;/span&gt;. high but she didn't do very well, she did, however remember how to properly say "thank-you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSKn10eFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o80hV_NImqw/s1600-h/100_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113083294395955282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSKn10eFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/o80hV_NImqw/s200/100_3797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted to open it so badly, but dad said "NO!" I thought there must be something very good smelling in it, and I was right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; when mom got home I ripped that package right open. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(mom: She didn't need much help- she had it open most of the way by the time I got home from work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVR1310eBI/AAAAAAAAApw/5Fl_Z7LSHpw/s1600-h/100_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113082937913669650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVR1310eBI/AAAAAAAAApw/5Fl_Z7LSHpw/s200/100_3802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was this great card, with a picture of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;friendale&lt;/span&gt; in it. Isn't she pretty?? It was hand made and everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVR2H10eCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/qLzyMAf8Vnk/s1600-h/100_3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113082942208636962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVR2H10eCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/qLzyMAf8Vnk/s200/100_3803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wishes me a happy birthday!! That is what mom was talking about- that special day! She tells me it is just a couple of days away and I will be "1"! My very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;barkday&lt;/span&gt; with my family. I hope that I get lots of love and pressies from my family.......AND do you think I'll get a cake like Kendra did??? Do you? Do you? I can't wait. Sorry....I got side tracked thinking about my special day. Sometimes I do that.....Back to my pressie from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Faya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRk310d-I/AAAAAAAAApY/L2zbQHafchs/s1600-h/100_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113082645855893474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRk310d-I/AAAAAAAAApY/L2zbQHafchs/s200/100_3799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this cool birdie toy. It was great. You can't see it very well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; once I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of it I wouldn't share it OR let anyone see it!! MINE! MINE! Thank-you, I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRlH10d_I/AAAAAAAAApg/lJa5_O-U23w/s1600-h/100_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113082650150860786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRlH10d_I/AAAAAAAAApg/lJa5_O-U23w/s200/100_3800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then there were these treats. They are shaped like sausages and they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nummy&lt;/span&gt;. Mom made me share with Mr. Whiskers, and she said I can't have too many or I might get a tummy ache. They are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRlX10eAI/AAAAAAAAApo/BAOMowxhOeM/s1600-h/100_3801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113082654445828098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVRlX10eAI/AAAAAAAAApo/BAOMowxhOeM/s200/100_3801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was more, too! A cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt;. Its blue and I can't wait for mom to try it on me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank-You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;FAYA&lt;/span&gt; for the wonderful 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;barkday&lt;/span&gt; pressie. I didn't even know it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;barkday&lt;/span&gt; until I got this. It was so sweet of you! I can't wait to see what OTHER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt; await me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4168466112235999705?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4168466112235999705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4168466112235999705' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4168466112235999705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4168466112235999705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/09/merci-faya-i-got-my-first-barkday.html' title='Merci, Faya! I got my first barkday pressie!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RvVSJ310eDI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PqL_31jJW8U/s72-c/100_3795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-5211505735423914765</id><published>2007-09-06T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:11.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(Friday, September 7th) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is a &lt;em&gt;very special day!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, it's not MY birthday (although I wish it were. What is a birthday? Mom says mine is coming soon 9-25-07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, I didn't win the miss amaireica contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my hooman pups birthday!! I want to take this moment to wish Miss Spunky Kendra a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; Happy 14th Birthday!!! I hope that you will all drop her a note in my comments section to help her celebrate this special day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RuC22OE2TZI/AAAAAAAAApI/yLzjBBAmEyw/s1600-h/May+2007+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107283020045766034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RuC22OE2TZI/AAAAAAAAApI/yLzjBBAmEyw/s320/May+2007+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Isn't this just the greatest picture of the two of us? You can tell I am being a typical AIREgirl. Can you see how I am laughing at her?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She is the bestest hooman pup in the world (besides you, Jordan IF you are reading this hee hee).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I wrote her this little poem: An original poem by Lovely Lillie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kendra you are the very best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your loving me is second best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know you call me a little pest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take me out to go potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tell mom on me when I am naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love me no matter what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We love you Kendra! Mom told me that I can't share with you what we got her for her birthday so we don't ruin the suprise. We are having a party on Sunday and I can't wait! I hope that I get some CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RuC22uE2TaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Sa9hsQMkCrM/s1600-h/Summer+2007+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107283028635700642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RuC22uE2TaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Sa9hsQMkCrM/s320/Summer+2007+215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for helping me make Kendra's birthday a memorable one! MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-5211505735423914765?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/5211505735423914765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=5211505735423914765' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5211505735423914765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5211505735423914765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-birthday.html' title='A Special Birthday!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RuC22OE2TZI/AAAAAAAAApI/yLzjBBAmEyw/s72-c/May+2007+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3073491990058059804</id><published>2007-09-03T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:14.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer (Long post)</title><content type='html'>IAugust has been a really busy month! I have been able to partake in a few events, but my hoomans have also left me home for some events for which I got VERY mad!! One event they did take me to was "Avalanche Ranch"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycZ-E2TVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ehPQpchskoA/s1600-h/Summer+2007+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106128047505296722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycZ-E2TVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ehPQpchskoA/s320/Summer+2007+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Avalanche Ranch" was a wild west bible adventure at my hooman's church. They do this thing every year called vacashun bible school and this years theme was a ranch, and no ranch would be complete without an Airedale!! So, mom brought me a couple nights and I got to play with a bunch of hooman pups and I got SO much attenshun that it was the GREATESTEST ranch ever. I met this horse, his name was Star. You can't tell it, but he is 26 years old! He was really nice to me. We got along really well.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycaeE2TWI/AAAAAAAAAow/YBLEpQhfOl8/s1600-h/Summer+2007+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106128056095231330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycaeE2TWI/AAAAAAAAAow/YBLEpQhfOl8/s320/Summer+2007+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He left me these nummy treats called "horse apples". They were the bestest snack ever. I didn't know that he would personally give me this treat. I wish I could have boxed a bunch up and send them to Miss Sunshade because I know she would have LOVED these special apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycauE2TXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WE6us7EV_io/s1600-h/Summer+2007+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106128060390198642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycauE2TXI/AAAAAAAAAo4/WE6us7EV_io/s320/Summer+2007+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had alot of fun talking to Star. We had alot in common. We both like to smell butts. We both like hay. I got to try hay and it tasted, well.....like hay and it wasn't too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rtyca-E2TYI/AAAAAAAAApA/HvnYBBXxqBg/s1600-h/Summer+2007+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106128064685165954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rtyca-E2TYI/AAAAAAAAApA/HvnYBBXxqBg/s320/Summer+2007+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hear are some more pictures of my bestest new friend, Star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaO-E2TSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Kicpm7iOpwo/s1600-h/Summer+2007+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106125659503480098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaO-E2TSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/Kicpm7iOpwo/s320/Summer+2007+131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was really hot on the ranch because the weather was HOT and my fur is shaggy! I need a haircut and mom told me to be patient, it would be coming that weekend. I could have played both the ranch hand dog and a sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaPOE2TTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ITuj1mtFLW8/s1600-h/Summer+2007+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106125663798447410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaPOE2TTI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ITuj1mtFLW8/s320/Summer+2007+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see in this next picture what a great help I was.  Here I am helping Anson (the guy in the cool hat) get Star ready for horse back rides for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaPeE2TUI/AAAAAAAAAog/LyUlBy-E7y8/s1600-h/Summer+2007+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106125668093414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyaPeE2TUI/AAAAAAAAAog/LyUlBy-E7y8/s320/Summer+2007+133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I really did like Star.  He and I got along so well.  There were these sheepies there too and I did NOT like them! They liked me but I didn't like them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyYB-E2TRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ysTak0UWgV8/s1600-h/Summer+2007+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106123237141925138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyYB-E2TRI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ysTak0UWgV8/s320/Summer+2007+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom will tell you that I rarely bark....Only if I have to go outside to got potty, and once in awhile if I think someone is coming in our house, but I really don't bark as much as Mr. Whiskers.  Anyway, I barked at these guys ALOT.  I had alot to say to them.  Like.....get out of my face, and there isn't enough room on this ranch for me and you!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyWX-E2TQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bpI9kskqf18/s1600-h/Summer+2007+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106121416075791618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyWX-E2TQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/bpI9kskqf18/s320/Summer+2007+143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after all this ranching and fun with the kids, my hoomans go and leave me.   It was a cruddy weekend, and they were going to go to this renasonce festival, whatever that is, but the weather was rainy so they took off to the Mall of America to do some school shopping.  They left me and Mr. Whiskers home alone and luckily grandma came over and let me out to go pee or I might have peed right no that floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyV_OE2TPI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uw2AXQ5Eca8/s1600-h/Summer+2007+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120990874029298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyV_OE2TPI/AAAAAAAAAn4/uw2AXQ5Eca8/s320/Summer+2007+170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and dad and the pups went to Underwater World which is inside the MOA and look at what they saw.  They saw this biggest shark thing and I am glad it is only a picture because I think it looks like it could come right out and bitest me.  So the nextest day I was supposed to go here to get my hair cut but the lady called in sick so I had to wait a week.  And that weekend was badest too because on Saturday they left me and Mr. Whiskers home again, and grandma came over to let us out so we didn't go pee on the floor.  The pups and the hooman big ones went to Valley Fair.  Mom rode two roller coasters and so did the littlest hooman pup.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVi-E2TMI/AAAAAAAAAng/OGxZwb2WZTc/s1600-h/Summer+2007+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120505542724802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVi-E2TMI/AAAAAAAAAng/OGxZwb2WZTc/s320/Summer+2007+206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So on Sunday, after the hoomans had spent the day at Valley Fair the day before, they take me to Pet Smart.  I am thinking its because I deserve a nice treat for being left home alone, but NO. They trickied me.  I was getting my hair cut.  "See you in a couple hours" they told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVjOE2TNI/AAAAAAAAAno/q2MRw_EUNsg/s1600-h/Summer+2007+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120509837692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVjOE2TNI/AAAAAAAAAno/q2MRw_EUNsg/s320/Summer+2007+207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the haircut, mom did let me do a little of shopping on my own.  Its about time I say.  I have been a good girl and all you do is run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVjeE2TOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/e3JkS157t1U/s1600-h/Summer+2007+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106120514132659426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyVjeE2TOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/e3JkS157t1U/s320/Summer+2007+208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I looked at the toys, and the treats, and she must have been feeling bad because she got me a collar, toys AND a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyUROE2TJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YfUuXUW9X0A/s1600-h/Summer+2007+210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106119101088418962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyUROE2TJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/YfUuXUW9X0A/s320/Summer+2007+210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am paying for my stuff.  The lady behind the counter had dove jerky.  It was really good.  She told Jordan hooman pup he could try it to if he wanted but he said "ICK"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyUReE2TKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xQzvek2M8EU/s1600-h/Summer+2007+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106119105383386274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyUReE2TKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xQzvek2M8EU/s320/Summer+2007+211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we got everything we needed so I could go home and play and eat my treats&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyURuE2TLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/myLAcV9AZAs/s1600-h/Summer+2007+212.JPG"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106119109678353586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyURuE2TLI/AAAAAAAAAnY/myLAcV9AZAs/s320/Summer+2007+212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad was out at grandmas cutting lawn.  I like to go there so we went out there because I can run everywhere off my lead.  No leash for me out there.  Just RUN-RUN-RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyS3uE2TII/AAAAAAAAAnA/QrUPcbtYU04/s1600-h/Summer+2007+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106117563490126978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyS3uE2TII/AAAAAAAAAnA/QrUPcbtYU04/s320/Summer+2007+213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I look bootuful in my new hair cut?  I feel so much cooler too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtySEOE2THI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jEg6uIUmA2w/s1600-h/Summer+2007+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106116678726863986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtySEOE2THI/AAAAAAAAAm4/jEg6uIUmA2w/s320/Summer+2007+214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just took it easy for the rest of the afternoon.  I had had such a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyRgeE2TGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AM6lYFTr_zQ/s1600-h/Summer+2007+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106116064546540642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyRgeE2TGI/AAAAAAAAAmw/AM6lYFTr_zQ/s320/Summer+2007+215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, you all know what a good girl I can be, but you also know how lonely we all get when our hoomans leave us and that made me really mad.  Mom almost made me post a for sale sign because I did this to something of hers and something of my dads.  I am glad that they decided to keep me, because I could have been thrown out on my be-hind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyRAuE2TFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bNM75uugW3U/s1600-h/Summer+2007+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106115519085694034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyRAuE2TFI/AAAAAAAAAmo/bNM75uugW3U/s320/Summer+2007+216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to eat moms glasses.  She couldn't even take me to get my haircut because she couldn't see.  Dad had to drive us around.  Needless to say, mom had to get a new pair of glasses!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyO5uE2TEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-msqG4pnSQo/s1600-h/Summer+2007+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106113199803354178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtyO5uE2TEI/AAAAAAAAAmg/-msqG4pnSQo/s320/Summer+2007+217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also got ahold of my dad's NEW MN gophers hat.  I must say it really didn't taste very good.  So, that is what I've been up to these last few weeks.  As you can see I have been busy being left alone and doing lots of fun things.  I'm glad that you all stopped by and checked on us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3073491990058059804?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3073491990058059804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3073491990058059804' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3073491990058059804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3073491990058059804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/09/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer (Long post)'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RtycZ-E2TVI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ehPQpchskoA/s72-c/Summer+2007+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-944050794723665333</id><published>2007-08-11T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:14.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's NO doofus! He's Tanner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qnkM2HiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ehcmUQ5Rqjw/s1600-h/100_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097488318706621986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qnkM2HiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ehcmUQ5Rqjw/s320/100_3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Blog is for my boyfriend/husband Tanner. His big brother, Joey likes to call him Doofus, but I tell you he is NO doofus to me! He's MY Tanner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qoUM2HjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/scYm8y8qHSQ/s1600-h/100_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097488331591523890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qoUM2HjI/AAAAAAAAAmI/scYm8y8qHSQ/s320/100_3344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noone is going to make fun of MY Tanner! It's just NOT nice! Mom tells me (and the hooman pups) that we must focus on the positive in people, not the negative. There are many good qualities of everypup out there! So what if he slobbers all over when he eats. I slop ALOT when I drink water. Does that make ME a doofus? Mom just wipes off my beard and away I go...... How could anyone call this little face a doofus? Doesn't he look just so cute in his fourth of July shirt? My mom dresses me up sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qokM2HkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BfdSpf8G0-U/s1600-h/181928496_edaed18320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097488335886491202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qokM2HkI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/BfdSpf8G0-U/s320/181928496_edaed18320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I weigh 61 pounds (or so- mom hasn't weighed me for awhile) I don't look FAT.....and who cares if you have a few extra pounds as long as you are happy. Its just all the MORE to LUV! (and mom says if you get sick you have a little to go off of incase you can't eat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qo0M2HlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2EzZMloAmfc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097488340181458514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qo0M2HlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/2EzZMloAmfc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing we have in common are tennis balls.  I love tennis balls and so does Tanner.  Isn't he just cute here chewing on his little tennis ball?  The other thing we have in common is that we BOTH love to smile!  Mom says its nice to smile and I like to smile too and Tanner likes to smile so that is just another thing WE have in common! Mom says there is NO breed standard called DOOFUS so Tanner HAS to be a BOSTON TERROR!! That's another thing we have in common- I am a TERROR too! (Mom: that'd be terrier- but you can terrorize things, your'e right.) So, that's all I have to say about that! Tanner if you are listening/reading I love you just the way you are- DOOFUS or NOT. I prefer to call you Tanner and I think you are the bestes and if they call me Mrs. Tanner Doofus I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are the mostes cutestest Boston Terrier around. Until next time........&lt;br /&gt;MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-944050794723665333?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/944050794723665333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=944050794723665333' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/944050794723665333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/944050794723665333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-no-doofus-hes-tanner.html' title='He&apos;s NO doofus! He&apos;s Tanner!!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rr3qnkM2HiI/AAAAAAAAAmA/ehcmUQ5Rqjw/s72-c/100_3442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2815249031819422104</id><published>2007-08-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:15.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a cloudy day. No rain, just clouds. Mom says she wishes it would rain because the crops need it so badly. So yesterday, I like was telling you about the pool and while I was fooling around here with the computer I found these pictures. Here is a picture of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup in the pool. This was when it was actually up an din running order. The tree that fell, well you can't see it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; its too dark in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYenUM2HhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QxPfPjsB9Xk/s1600-h/100_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293689202613778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYenUM2HhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QxPfPjsB9Xk/s320/100_3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So like this was what our pool looked like in the beginning, then one day we came home from work and found this........We had a small spurt of rain that day but really no winds. Dad looked out the window and what the heck???!? The tree was down. So he had to go empty the pool. Mom didn't get home til later and this is what SHE saw. Dad had managed to move the pool away from the tree after he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emptied&lt;/span&gt; the water. He had to empty the pool and try and move it a bit because the tree was in it and he was afraid it would get ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYea0M2HgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/eWpDedujWwU/s1600-h/100_3356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293474454248962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYea0M2HgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/eWpDedujWwU/s320/100_3356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are all the leaves that dad cut off the tree that fell. There sure are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of them. He poled them right next to where me and Mr. Whiskers play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYeRUM2HfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eUEhq5g713g/s1600-h/100_3357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293311245491698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYeRUM2HfI/AAAAAAAAAlo/eUEhq5g713g/s320/100_3357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is another picture that mom took that shows the play set. The tree fell on the slide. The play set had been over farther, where the pool is sitting, but dad moved it so we could put the pool there. If we wouldn't have put the pool up the tree would have fallen on the play set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYeCkM2HeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rN6oecnb5gs/s1600-h/100_3358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293057842421218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYeCkM2HeI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rN6oecnb5gs/s320/100_3358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today is a lazy day. Mom is at work at the shop, Jordan is playing with a friend, Kendra is doing what ever 13 year old girls do, and dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cleaning&lt;/span&gt; the "cat" room. The "cat" room.....I love that room. That is where the cat sleeps and hides. Plus there is this box in there that has these turds in it......that if mom let me I would send to Miss Sunshade, but dad is constantly cleaning it out so I can't get it there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HUMPH&lt;/span&gt;! These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; really aren't fun sometimes! O-k so I am getting off the subject. Well, friends, I best get going before someone finds out that I am on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt; unsupervised!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2815249031819422104?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2815249031819422104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2815249031819422104' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2815249031819422104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2815249031819422104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/08/cloudy-day.html' title='Cloudy Day'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrYenUM2HhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/QxPfPjsB9Xk/s72-c/100_3346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7893978631964083149</id><published>2007-08-04T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SASSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrStVEM2HcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/TXxzWg3JqEs/s1600-h/100_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887655879351746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrStVEM2HcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/TXxzWg3JqEs/s320/100_3442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm finally back and look what my mom puts for the title of my post. "SASSY". I want all of you to know that I am NOT sassy! My mom is MEAN!!! She hasn't let me post FOREVER! First, she was on vacation, and my idea of a vacation is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; being at home WITH ME. BUT NO!! They were running all over the place and me and Mr. Whiskers had to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs8UM2HXI/AAAAAAAAAko/vTqf6-K9fhQ/s1600-h/100_3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887230677589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs8UM2HXI/AAAAAAAAAko/vTqf6-K9fhQ/s320/100_3337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did have a couple fires in our fire pit though- that was fun. Here is a picture of ME guarding our driveway. Its hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs80M2HYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qQuHvASb9fw/s1600-h/100_3340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887239267523970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs80M2HYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/qQuHvASb9fw/s320/100_3340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather has been REALLY hot. Mom keeps the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aireconditioner&lt;/span&gt; on most of the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; otherwise I get overheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs9EM2HZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/zHAkJl3-DTU/s1600-h/100_3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887243562491282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs9EM2HZI/AAAAAAAAAk4/zHAkJl3-DTU/s320/100_3342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did spend a great deal of time outdoors and here I am guarding MY backyard. Dad was busy putting up swimming pool for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups and I was supervising. The pups didn't get to enjoy it much though- a couple days later a tree fell over in our backyard and guess where it landed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs9kM2HaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-5uGSyCeAO0/s1600-h/100_3344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094887252152425890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrSs9kM2HaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/-5uGSyCeAO0/s320/100_3344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right in the pool! That wasn't the only problem my mom and dad had with that pool. Mom would rather I not go into the details as it ticks her off. She said that the tree falling in the pool confirmed her suspicions that OUR family was NOT meant to have a POOL! So, sadly much to the dismay of Kendra and Jordan, Dad put the pool away. Good thing too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; after dad got that tree cleaned up another part of it fell and it would have been on the pool again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by to visit me. Hopefully it won't be so long now in between posts. Mom has been having some issues with her lap top and not being able to access the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully it will be fixed soon. Otherwise I have to go with her to the shop and update my blog and dogs aren't allowed in the shopping complex she is in. Do you know how hard it is to sneak a 61 pound dog into a mall? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7893978631964083149?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7893978631964083149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7893978631964083149' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7893978631964083149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7893978631964083149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/08/sassy.html' title='SASSY'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RrStVEM2HcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/TXxzWg3JqEs/s72-c/100_3442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2668976216898900707</id><published>2007-06-25T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:16.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet *HOT*  Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAzm40TKUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fsP5ma9nnRw/s1600-h/June+25,+07+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080117122853710146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAzm40TKUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fsP5ma9nnRw/s320/June+25,+07+072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's Monday and not much is going on around here......Mom stayed home from work with the boy hooman pup because he isn't feeling very well.  Let's just leave it at that.  Don't want to get into the gory details of what HIS stomach did this morning.  Kind of like when we dogs eat grass! It is SO hot here (above 90 degrees) that mom put on the aireconditioner and won't let us go out only to do our business.  It is nice in the house and I don't pant so much in the cool aire.  Otherwise I am drinking tons of water, slopping on the floor, which causes mom to slip and fall.  So we are just hanging out inside today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAygI0TKRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nMWKZRKgOqk/s1600-h/June+25,+07+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080115907377965330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAygI0TKRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/nMWKZRKgOqk/s320/June+25,+07+070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, since Mom was home, I decided I should take over the kitchen.  The kitchen is my favoritest place in the entire house! You all know why.......FOOD! She never shares with ME so I have to counter surf and see what I can find.  She gets mad at me when I get up on the counters.  I just don't understand why.  She should just leave all that good food and junk down on the floor so I could get it.  It would be ALOT easier that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAygo0TKSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0nVbgSXl_v0/s1600-h/June+25,+07+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080115915967899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAygo0TKSI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0nVbgSXl_v0/s320/June+25,+07+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am on duty protecting the fridge.  She wanted to get into the fridge but I said no way! I can't be in the fridge you can't be in the fridge.  PLUS I heard she's on a diet and that means she isn't supposed to be in the fridge if she's on a diet, right?   I was doing MY civic duty by keeping her out of that fridge!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAyg40TKTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6Tdd5CMHMyI/s1600-h/June+25,+07+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080115920262867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAyg40TKTI/AAAAAAAAAkY/6Tdd5CMHMyI/s320/June+25,+07+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of me guarding the enterance to the kitchen.  I wasn't letting anyone near ANY food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAxVI0TKQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/yQDPOvaGMDs/s1600-h/June+25,+07+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080114618887776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAxVI0TKQI/AAAAAAAAAkA/yQDPOvaGMDs/s320/June+25,+07+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So that was my day.  Just hanging out with mom and Kendra.  Poor Jordan. His belly is upset and he is really quiet.  He doesn't even want to play with me.  I hope tomorrow is a better day for him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mail Call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK what we got in the mail today.......Jordan did get a smile on his face when he saw that we got a package from Miss Sunshade the SUPERDALE!  Nothing in it for me, though.  Just the hoomans.  Jordan got this cool necklace.  It says "courage"  Isn't that neat?  Thanks to Miss Sunshade, her mum Elaine and Jaffa and Qila for the gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwwI0TKMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DyIiR9A-iVY/s1600-h/June+25,+07+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113983232616642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwwI0TKMI/AAAAAAAAAjg/DyIiR9A-iVY/s320/June+25,+07+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what Kendra got from Elaine and Miss Sunshade and the aire kids.  She put it on the minute she opened the package.  Isn't that just the cootest shirt?  Her necklace says "virtue" She LOVES it and THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAww40TKNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W9UxSAkdxBY/s1600-h/June+25,+07+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080113996117518546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAww40TKNI/AAAAAAAAAjo/W9UxSAkdxBY/s320/June+25,+07+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a close up of othe necklace from Miss Sunshade and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwxI0TKOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MJ-MRWizbmU/s1600-h/June+25,+07+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080114000412485858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwxI0TKOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/MJ-MRWizbmU/s320/June+25,+07+068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom didn't get left out either! She got one that says "mom" Isn't that just sweet of them?  Thanks so much for your gifts!  The hooman pups and mom just loved them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwxY0TKPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5jeoNyIzA6U/s1600-h/June+25,+07+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080114004707453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAwxY0TKPI/AAAAAAAAAj4/5jeoNyIzA6U/s320/June+25,+07+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, that's all that is going on here today.  Thanks for stopping in to check on me.  Sign my guestbook if you haven't already.   MUAH! Princess Lillie not of sparkle Liberty......I think that is the name that my prince Tanner Doofus of hot aireizona gave me.  I went to his blog and it says he went on a date with Princess Lillie not of sparkle Liberty.  I hope he was talking about ME~!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2668976216898900707?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2668976216898900707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2668976216898900707' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2668976216898900707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2668976216898900707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet-hot-monday.html' title='Quiet *HOT*  Monday'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RoAzm40TKUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/fsP5ma9nnRw/s72-c/June+25,+07+072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3353344501601992686</id><published>2007-06-17T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:17.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day to every dad out there!! You guys are the best~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RnWBeY0TKLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/3DVeF-fr6vw/s1600-h/100_3292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077106513987971250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RnWBeY0TKLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/3DVeF-fr6vw/s320/100_3292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not much has been happening around here.  We have been busy going to soccer games.  I LUV soccer.  Here is a picture of me, watching the boy hooman pup (Jordan) play soccer.  They won 6-2! It was a great game!  It was really hot out and there was no shade.  Mom had dad buy me a water bottle because I was SO thirsty.  After the game, we went to the Dairy Queen, and I got my own ice cream.  It was the first time I ever had ice cream and it was SO good!  I had an ice cream beard.  Mom didn't take any pictures of me because she was too busy getting everyone their treats by the time she sat down, I was already DONE!  Thanks for stopping by!! Sign my guest book and let me know where you are from.  Lots of LOVE!  MUAH!!! Lillie V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS.&lt;/span&gt;  Tanner......if you are reading this I am glad you decided to stick with me.  I wuff you!! I will be sending you something in the mail very soon..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3353344501601992686?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3353344501601992686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3353344501601992686' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3353344501601992686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3353344501601992686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-to-every-dad-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RnWBeY0TKLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/3DVeF-fr6vw/s72-c/100_3292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3555662460636752225</id><published>2007-06-09T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF and No dogs allowed!!</title><content type='html'>Hi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everypup&lt;/span&gt;! So, Friday started out like any other day. I was glad it was Friday because that means my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; will be home a couple days and I don't have to sit in Jail with Mr. Whiskers. Mom and Dad and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups were gone for awhile and I will share in a little while where they went, but first I have to say, I'M MOVING TO VANCOUVER to be with my A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ire&lt;/span&gt; sister Miss Sunshade! Vancouver lets dogs go EVERYWHERE! (O-K I am NOT REALLY moving there- I just think we should since they let dogs go everywher in Vancouver). Here is MINNESOTA dogs aren't allowed ANYWHERE! Last night, mom packed up the car, and put me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups in it. We were going on a very "special" walk. At least that is what mom said. We went to one of the local high schools where we saw a sign like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsBLo0TKKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YH-J15zrYBU/s1600-h/100_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074150704609962146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsBLo0TKKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YH-J15zrYBU/s320/100_3281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It may have well said "NO DOGS ALLOWED" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; when we got there, that's what they told mom. I was being a very good A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iregirl&lt;/span&gt;, and people LOVED me, but some army dude came up to mom and said "Didn't you hear the announcement? No DOGS allowed!" Mom and me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups were looking for MY aunt LAURIE! Mom told me we do this walk every year around this time. But NO I couldn't do the walk, because "NO DOGS WERE ALLOWED"! Mom found MY aunt LAURIE and I got mad. MY AUNT took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups and left me with MOM. Mom said Lillie you are a good girl, lets go for a walk. So we walked and walked and walked. Then, mom took me to the car, and I had to stay there! Mom said she had to go get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsA-o0TKJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NkaQZkVZ8Bc/s1600-h/100_3280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074150481271662738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsA-o0TKJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/NkaQZkVZ8Bc/s320/100_3280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups were walking around a track. There were lots of bags on the track just like this one. This one is for MY aunt LAURIE! She is a cancer survivor. I don't know what can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt; is, but mom said we are lucky because MY aunt LAURIE is a survivor. Can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt; surviving is good (that's what mom said). Mom told me that MY aunt LAURIE has survived a brain tumor for 12 years! That is almost as old as Kendra is! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAtY0TKII/AAAAAAAAAjA/FNTPGnPxw0U/s1600-h/100_3284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074150184918919298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAtY0TKII/AAAAAAAAAjA/FNTPGnPxw0U/s320/100_3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since no DOGS were allowed, I couldn't go along the track or be anywhere near any of the fun stuff. I didn't have to wait too long in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lilliemobile&lt;/span&gt; for mom to come back with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups. She told me she was really sorry and couldn't believe they wouldn't let DOGS in. Especially WELL BEHAVED ones (ahem- like ME). I told Mom I'm moving to Vancouver! That is it! I am going to move in with Miss Sunshade because she goes everywhere and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;noone&lt;/span&gt; says "NO DOGS ALLOWED!" Before the Relay for life, my family had left me at home, alone to go watch Kendra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAh40TKHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i9-ZhedxEQQ/s1600-h/100_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074149987350423666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAh40TKHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/i9-ZhedxEQQ/s320/100_3270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is in her Middle School's marching band, and because of that, she has been home with me ALL WEEK LONG! She has had practice almost every day. So she stays home with me until its time to practice, then she comes back. I don't get lonely at all. Kendra is in the color guard. She doesn't play a musical instrument. She twirls a flag and she's the best flag twirler I know (o-k, maybe she's the only flag twirler I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAUY0TKGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mcjvpD4JCug/s1600-h/100_3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074149755422189666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAUY0TKGI/AAAAAAAAAiw/mcjvpD4JCug/s320/100_3271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was their first performance. They had a special "family night" which I might add DID NOT include ME (and I am part of the family). The kids were getting ready for their first parade on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SOCCER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAAo0TKFI/AAAAAAAAAio/SlsYBCe3Vwc/s1600-h/soccer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074149416119773266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsAAo0TKFI/AAAAAAAAAio/SlsYBCe3Vwc/s320/soccer.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really love soccer. The reason I love soccer is because both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups play it, and this is one place that DOGS ARE ALLOWED!! So I have been practicing and Kendra has made me the o-fish-all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-o-fish-all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mascot&lt;/span&gt; of her team. And look what she did......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rmr-340TKEI/AAAAAAAAAig/dMOiTt39jVk/s1600-h/100_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074148166284290114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rmr-340TKEI/AAAAAAAAAig/dMOiTt39jVk/s320/100_3267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't see it, but she took one of her REALLY old jerseys and now it is mine. It has HER number (and this year her number is 7 too) and put MY name L. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; on the back. Isn't that cool? So now I can wear my own jersey to the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rmr-to0TKDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_Uqwry_heYk/s1600-h/100_3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074147990190630962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rmr-to0TKDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/_Uqwry_heYk/s320/100_3265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;a very&lt;/span&gt; good picture, because I wasn't being very cooperative, but here is a picture of me in MY jersey! Mom promises she will take some good ones of me and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; didn't promise I'd be good but I'll try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.......that's MY Friday. It was pretty good, except for the NO DOGS ALLOWED part. I just don't get it- why are we not allowed when we are so well behaved, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;....CUTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! Have a GREAT weekend! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3555662460636752225?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3555662460636752225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3555662460636752225' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3555662460636752225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3555662460636752225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgif-and-no-dogs-allowed.html' title='TGIF and No dogs allowed!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmsBLo0TKKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YH-J15zrYBU/s72-c/100_3281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2505083464791751130</id><published>2007-06-04T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:19.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip down memory lane.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom decided to take a trip. This was no ordinary trip, either. She didn't GO anywhere! How weird is that? She got all emotional and funny on me. She sat there at the computer oohing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aahing&lt;/span&gt; over all these photos. Can you guess who they were of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRSGABL5PI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zw280o6vhho/s1600-h/100_2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072269343363687666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRSGABL5PI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zw280o6vhho/s320/100_2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's right....they were of ME!!! Some of them were of Daisie, and that made her very sad. You know, I really miss my Daisie. She was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aire&lt;/span&gt; sister ever. Anyhow, mom found this picture of me at 7 weeks (above). Wasn't I just &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cute? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(mom: yes, and small. You aren't small anymore!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRRuwBL5OI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j67yw7uWrxU/s1600-h/100_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072268943931729122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRRuwBL5OI/AAAAAAAAAiA/j67yw7uWrxU/s320/100_2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; And I was such a good pup. I never got into ANY trouble, as you can see by these pictures. In this picture I am NOT chewing on Jordan's backpack. And in this picture I am NOT trying to get that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nummy&lt;/span&gt; pizza. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(mom: not here you aren't, but NOW we can't leave ANYTHING on the counter or in the sink because you think if its on the counter or in the sink its YOURS!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRRbwBL5NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zBgbRoHxMkI/s1600-h/100_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072268617514214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRRbwBL5NI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zBgbRoHxMkI/s320/100_2582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a picture of me sleeping. I think I was probably dreaming about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; boyfriend Tanner in Arizona. I don't think he luvs me anymore though. I thinks he has a newer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; friend that is closer to him. You know what long distance relationships can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRQOQBL5MI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7y9kHjaAaAw/s1600-h/100_2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072267286074352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRQOQBL5MI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7y9kHjaAaAw/s320/100_2591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt; place ever. It still is. I like to sit on my dad's lap. He never cared when I was up on him when I was little.....Now I am big and he tells me in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; dad voice "DOWN LILLIE". I tell him I don't want to be down dad! I LOVE you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmROwwBL5LI/AAAAAAAAAho/uowt8220zdE/s1600-h/100_2644.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072265679756584114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmROwwBL5LI/AAAAAAAAAho/uowt8220zdE/s320/100_2644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Remember that gluing incident? That was like the worst time of my life. My ears were glued right to my head. Like what kind of mom did I have GLUING my ears to my HEAD?? What was that woman thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRNtwBL5KI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LXsDB65tlQc/s1600-h/100_2712.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072264528705348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRNtwBL5KI/AAAAAAAAAhg/LXsDB65tlQc/s320/100_2712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Here is a picture of our lovely Daisie. If it weren't for her, and Miss Sunshade, and her Mum Elaine, I wouldn't know any of you OR would I have this awesome blog!!! Not only that, but I wouldn't live with this AWESOME family I do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; mom wouldn't have found out what great joy it is in owning an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Airedale&lt;/span&gt; and then who knows WHO I'd be living with, and then I wouldn't get to sleep inside the house or drink out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hooman's&lt;/span&gt; cups, or eat their food when they aren't looking. OR &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(mom:o-k Lillie, I think they get the point. Its great that we have you!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRNTwBL5JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R-MqDg0SRfo/s1600-h/100_2466.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072264082028749970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRNTwBL5JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R-MqDg0SRfo/s320/100_2466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Well, that's all I have for today. Mom's getting all sappy on me and the tears are welling up in her eyes and she can hardly see the keyboard anymore. She isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to me and is having a hard time with my dictation. So I will go for now, and until next time...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmREVwBL5II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Vd0ydjO58Ro/s1600-h/100_3248.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072254220783838338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmREVwBL5II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Vd0ydjO58Ro/s320/100_3248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Love ya all! Thanks for stopping by. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2505083464791751130?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2505083464791751130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2505083464791751130' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2505083464791751130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2505083464791751130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/06/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A trip down memory lane.......'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RmRSGABL5PI/AAAAAAAAAiI/zw280o6vhho/s72-c/100_2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8563125876031789257</id><published>2007-05-27T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:20.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged by Maggie the bootiful!</title><content type='html'>My airefriend, Maggie the bootiful tagged me! She says I need to tell you eight things about me that you don't already know. But first I have to share this GREAT picture of my big brother, Mr. Whiskers. Its a great picture. It shows his true personality and he is smiling. He doesn't like to have his picture taken but this time he didn't know because we were outside and there was no flash!! He was happy because we were at our grandma's house out in the country and he can run loose and chase birds and squirrels! We can't run loose at our house. He gets in too much trouble protecting the hooman pups. Mom and dad have to tie him up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rlo1FwBL5HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Q1WBWlnmsI/s1600-h/May+2007+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069422703464408178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rlo1FwBL5HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Q1WBWlnmsI/s320/May+2007+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thing I need to tell you that you don't yet know, is that I no longer look like this.........I got my hair cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rlo0ewBL5GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nUcASuYH7qI/s1600-h/May+2007+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069422033449509986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rlo0ewBL5GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/nUcASuYH7qI/s320/May+2007+065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I look like now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rloz3ABL5FI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Njft-v8fniM/s1600-h/May+2007+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069421350549709906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rloz3ABL5FI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Njft-v8fniM/s320/May+2007+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thing you don't know about me is that I sleep on the floor in my mom's room, and not up on the bed. I used to sleep in bed with her, but now I'd rather sleep on the floor. Whiskers shares the bed with my mom and dad. When I was a tiny pup I slept with them but I am a big girl (and very independent, I might add) so I don't need their bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RlozbABL5EI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5uYGH64yfQg/s1600-h/May+2007+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069420869513372738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RlozbABL5EI/AAAAAAAAAgw/5uYGH64yfQg/s320/May+2007+094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number three:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate to ride in the car. Mom takes me for short rides but I really don't like it. I want to sit on mom's lap while she is driving and mom won't let me. I can't understand WHY I can't sit on her lap when she is driving the airedale taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RloyuwBL5DI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FJh2im7EfzE/s1600-h/May+2007+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069420109304161330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RloyuwBL5DI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FJh2im7EfzE/s320/May+2007+095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love to chew on plastic drinking cups. But first I have to empty them. Either by tipping them over and drinking it or just drinking out of it and then taking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I don't bark very much. My big brother Mr. Whiskers barks alot. Mom is really glad that I am pretty quiet. She likes the fact that I really only bark to go outside to go potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I love to get into things I am not supposed to. Things like the fridge when the hoomans open it, or taking the lid off of the wooden garbage can and getting into the garbage and making a mess. Mr. Whiskers can't even do that, and I tell you I do good work. Garbage work that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven: &lt;/strong&gt;I love brocolli and carrots- raw of course. But I'm not picky. I eat most people food. I like to steal people food from people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;AND NUMBER Eight........................(drum roll please!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You all know that I LOVE Tanner Doofus, but before that I really had a crush on Mr. Joe Stains!! But then I found out how he doesn't like girls and then I had a dream about Tanner, and I just love Tanner, but you guys know that. AND I also have a secret crush on Jaffa. He's sooooo cute! I guess I can say that since I think Tanner has a new girl friend named Teka and I don't think he luvs me anymore and that makes me so sad cuz I really love that Tanner Doofus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RloyQgBL5CI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2Q97UgItZZs/s1600-h/May+2007+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069419589613118498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RloyQgBL5CI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2Q97UgItZZs/s320/May+2007+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you have it......EIGHT things you didn't know about me but now you do! Now I am going to tag Jaffadale, Tanner and Joe Stains. Thanks for checking on me and sorry that I haven't blogged lately! I will try to post more often, and if mom won't let me I will bite her in the butt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8563125876031789257?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8563125876031789257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8563125876031789257' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8563125876031789257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8563125876031789257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged-by-maggie-bootiful.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged by Maggie the bootiful!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rlo1FwBL5HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Q1WBWlnmsI/s72-c/May+2007+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-5264096366373941314</id><published>2007-04-14T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:20.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday.......</title><content type='html'>Today is just a lazy Saturday.....not much happening around here. The weather is great so I get to spend time outside, which I LOVE. I get all muddy and wet. Which I love, then I come into the house and I get everything all muddy and dirty. I don't understand why my mom gets so mad when I drag mud in on my little paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnsAUo2gI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ghYUjRtLQxs/s1600-h/liljg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053363893840697858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnsAUo2gI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ghYUjRtLQxs/s320/liljg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't you just love this picture of me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup, Jordan? He had to hold on to me so I would sit still. I was SO excited that we were having our picture taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnmQUo2fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DldO-GKzEUw/s1600-h/silly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053363795056450034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnmQUo2fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/DldO-GKzEUw/s320/silly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to tell mom ENOUGH already! No more PICTURES! I wasn't going to cooperate. As you can see I tried to lay down. Mom was not too thrilled with me not wanting my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnhAUo2eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CuTkcoxX4Bg/s1600-h/smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053363704862136802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnhAUo2eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CuTkcoxX4Bg/s320/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you tell by the look on my face I am telling mom "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;!!"  I am getting to be a BIG girl.  Mom put me on the scale, and I weigh 56 lbs.  I will be 7 months old on 4-23-07!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by to check on me! Still no haircut but I think I am gonna need one soon.  I need to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt; for the wine, cheese and chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt;.  See ya later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-5264096366373941314?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/5264096366373941314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=5264096366373941314' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5264096366373941314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5264096366373941314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday.......'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RiEnsAUo2gI/AAAAAAAAAgY/ghYUjRtLQxs/s72-c/liljg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7395562317655097044</id><published>2007-04-14T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:01:41.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" width="394"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yod.peta.org/ecard_result.asp?imageid=2152b0f5-2340-471b-993d-8b5159fb4b3c"&gt;&lt;img height="394" src="http://yod.peta.org/images/generated_images/2152b0f5-2340-471b-993d-8b5159fb4b3c.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the ‘Dog of the Year’&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" width="394"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7395562317655097044?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7395562317655097044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7395562317655097044' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7395562317655097044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7395562317655097044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/04/year-of-dog.html' title='Year of the dog'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6002368659969042800</id><published>2007-04-03T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:20.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think I need a haircut? 2 entries page down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLc8mjqUhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HbBQfiIvyd4/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049341065936130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLc8mjqUhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HbBQfiIvyd4/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PLEASE HELP ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mom is talking about that horrible word we dogs don't like......*H*A*I*R*C*U*T*........&lt;br /&gt;so I told mom I was going to take a poll and see what all my friends think. I'd see IF they think I need a haircut. So, since my evil mom doesn't know how to add a poll on my blog, I need all my friends out there to leave a comment on whether or not they think I need a haircut or not. Mom said that she will let our friends decide and if they say I don't need one, then she will drop the subject. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pleez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help me. I don't want to go get a bath and be all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am cute and cuddly the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news: It snowed today! We got about 4-5"! I was so glad. Mom let me outside to play and roll in the snow. Tonight I am graduating from the first level of obedience training. I am so excited! I did so well. I've been really busy lately and mom says I am a pistol. Whatever that means. I like to get into things and cause lots of trouble. But mom always forgives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am SO cute!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6002368659969042800?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6002368659969042800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6002368659969042800' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6002368659969042800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6002368659969042800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-think-i-need-haircut.html' title='Do you think I need a haircut? 2 entries page down'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLc8mjqUhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HbBQfiIvyd4/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1823333971946432954</id><published>2007-04-03T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:20.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I was SAD this weekend......Mom and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; girl pup,  Kendra were gone all weekend long.  They left on Friday night to go to St. Peter, Minnesota.  Kendra was in a dance competition for Just For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kix&lt;/span&gt;.  She is a VERY good dancer!  Her team took first place in kick, and second place in jazz.  They came home late on Saturday,  I did get to sleep with mom and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; glad.  But then on Sunday they got up early and were gone again ALL DAY!  Kendra had another dance competition.  This time in St. Cloud.  At least it was closer to home.  Kendra's team got first in Kick AND in Jazz at this competition.  Here is a picture of her ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLa8WjqUgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ovf_DeNqtBc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049338862617907714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLa8WjqUgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ovf_DeNqtBc/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture from the competition on Saturday.  Kendra is smack dab in the middle of the picture! Look at her go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLZ02jqUfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rIRvyRxv4H4/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049337634257261042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLZ02jqUfI/AAAAAAAAAfw/rIRvyRxv4H4/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, that was my weekend.  Very lonely.  Its just not the same when mom's not around.  But now she is back and I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking on me!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1823333971946432954?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1823333971946432954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1823333971946432954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1823333971946432954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1823333971946432954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RhLa8WjqUgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Ovf_DeNqtBc/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3422226758751242700</id><published>2007-03-26T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:22.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom got a pressie! Can you guess from who?</title><content type='html'>The post lady brought mom a special package today. I wasn't sure at first who it was from......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh49C5cYgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/raC5aml7HPQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046416372613800450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh49C5cYgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/raC5aml7HPQ/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom let me sniff the package, even though it had her name on it. I sniffed, and sniffed, and sniffed. Then I realized WHO this package was from. It was from Miss Sunshade and her mum Elaine, and of course, that cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaffa&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups went crazy. They wanted mom to hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh49i5cYhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QY8Q4gy62U8/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046416381203735058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh49i5cYhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/QY8Q4gy62U8/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, NO mom couldn't hurry up. She had to be EVIL. She had to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt; camera out and take some pictures. She had to HOG the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pooter&lt;/span&gt; and hack my blog to write about this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh4Qi5cYfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nLhAHJ0mGY4/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046415608109621746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh4Qi5cYfI/AAAAAAAAAfU/nLhAHJ0mGY4/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the cute address label from Miss Sunshade. I am going to have to get some cute labels for MY address when I send stuff to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh34S5cYeI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4oVQLl3CInQ/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046415191497794018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh34S5cYeI/AAAAAAAAAfM/4oVQLl3CInQ/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom got this REALLY nice card from Miss Elaine. It made mom all teary eyed. Mom gets so sentimental. Mom said that Elaine, Sunshade, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jaffa&lt;/span&gt; are very special. She doesn't have to tell me that. I KNOW how special they are. Airedale's are SMART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh24S5cYdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OHL8Xfp9yjM/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046414091986166226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh24S5cYdI/AAAAAAAAAfE/OHL8Xfp9yjM/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the gifts was this bandanna for Daisie. Isn't it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Butchy&lt;/span&gt; and Snicker's mom made it. I think it is really special. Mom let me try it on. I looked really cute in it. Mom said if I am a good girl she may let me wear it. Mom has a few special things of Daisie's that she may put in a shadow box. She would put it in with the ceramic paw print that they made of Daisie&lt;br /&gt;paw so we never forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh2XS5cYcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PYgCEjETxTo/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046413525050483138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh2XS5cYcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PYgCEjETxTo/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was also this AWESOME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Airedale&lt;/span&gt; billfold. Isn't that just cute? Look at the Airedale next to the motorcycle! How did Elaine and Miss Sunshade know that mom likes motorcycles too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh2Ai5cYbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eICa8GynO78/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046413134208459186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh2Ai5cYbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/eICa8GynO78/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Mom here: thank-You, thank-You, THANK-YOU Miss Sunshade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jaffa&lt;/span&gt; and Elaine for the wonderful birthday wishes and gifts. You guys are so sweet, and we love you!! We are so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to be your friends! Since I was so nice and let mom help me with this blog post, she agreed to post a picture of me. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3422226758751242700?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3422226758751242700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3422226758751242700' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3422226758751242700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3422226758751242700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mom-got-pressie-can-you-guess-from.html' title='My mom got a pressie! Can you guess from who?'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rgh49C5cYgI/AAAAAAAAAfc/raC5aml7HPQ/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4974233421883544078</id><published>2007-03-23T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:23.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My half birfday- I'm 6 months old today!</title><content type='html'>My mom has been home the last couple of days- she took time off from her "regular" job to work at her shop. So she's home more (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!) and I get computer time. Although she goes to the shop and leaves me and Mr. Whiskers home alone. That's alright- at least I get some computer time. In honor of my half birfday, I thought I'd go through some of my pictures of me growing up. As you will see, I've changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. The other reason why I thought I'd share some older pictures of you is because mom's batteries fell out of her camera so she couldn't take any "new" pictures of me, and she promised me I could post again today! So here we go.....a trip down memory lane. Please note, that when mom got me, she was really busy taking care of Angel Daisie. She was getting sicker and sicker. That is the reason why there aren't any really early pictures of me. The other reason why is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my really early pictures are WITH Angel Daisie, and it makes mom and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups sad to see her so I had to be careful. I know someday mom will share with you some of those pictures, as soon as the time is right! So here is a picture of me, sleeping (which I rarely do now unless its at night). Mom put me on the couch, and one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups left their bracelet on the couch. I nuzzled right up to it, making it go right over MY muzzle, and went to sleep. Mom thought it was funny, and CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP2GijM2mI/AAAAAAAAAek/QkNw3upAQ7o/s1600-h/band.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045146599799183970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP2GijM2mI/AAAAAAAAAek/QkNw3upAQ7o/s320/band.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next picture is me on my mom's bed. It would have been right after she brought me home from Jeff's. Jeff is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; that owns my mom and dad, Ted and Roxy. Someday mom said she is going to take me out to visit them! My brother also lives there, but I don't know what Jeff named him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP1VSjM2lI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZnvTzKpFuww/s1600-h/Lillie+V.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045145753690626642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP1VSjM2lI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZnvTzKpFuww/s320/Lillie+V.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This next photo is one that mom took while trying to decide what she was going to do for the Christmas Card exchange. She ended up taking a picture of Angel Daisie, me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups for the card. Then Daisie went to be with the big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doG&lt;/span&gt; in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0pijM2kI/AAAAAAAAAeU/biVlQTWGxwk/s1600-h/little.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045145002071349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0pijM2kI/AAAAAAAAAeU/biVlQTWGxwk/s320/little.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a photo from my don't look at me it was the dog blog. I like it, because I think it shows me looking incredibly cute, and of course, innocent! O-K, maybe not all that innocent, but REALLY cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0iyjM2jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/l3xAyjzm4WI/s1600-h/lilliechristmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144886107232818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0iyjM2jI/AAAAAAAAAeM/l3xAyjzm4WI/s320/lilliechristmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember my ear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gluing&lt;/span&gt; experience? I wanted to add a picture of me BEFORE that horrible experience! Here I am riding in the car, little do I know what is in store for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0aCjM2iI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uO5lkgsHxUo/s1600-h/before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144735783377442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0aCjM2iI/AAAAAAAAAeE/uO5lkgsHxUo/s320/before.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next picture is of me, and my glued hair do. I tell you, us Airedale's will do ANYTHING to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt;. While at the time, I didn't care to be glued, I am glad that my mom did that to my ears since it makes me look so much cuter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0MCjM2hI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XSd0Kx4rVQw/s1600-h/glued.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144495265208850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0MCjM2hI/AAAAAAAAAd8/XSd0Kx4rVQw/s320/glued.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of snow this year, but when we got it, WE GOT IT!! We had two snow storms in ONE week! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;luved&lt;/span&gt; playing in the snow. I just wish that I would have had more time to enjoy it. It seemed like it was here one day and gone the next. Now our yard is all muddy and mucky and mom is constantly wiping my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0ByjM2gI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8Kji3xnXlPA/s1600-h/lilliev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144319171549698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP0ByjM2gI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8Kji3xnXlPA/s320/lilliev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you all know, and probably remember, I was really good at getting into trouble with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad to tell you that since my last surgery all my big dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt; are in, and I am being very good at not eating things I am not supposed to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mom here: yeah, right, Lillie. You are eating shoes like mad. I don't even have a good pair to wear anymore. It doesn't matter if I put them in the closet or not- someone will leave the closet door open and you go and help yourself!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; This picture is of me, and my Vet, Dr. Jennifer. She takes REALLY good care of me. AND she is SO nice!!! I just love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mom here: and we own half of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;veterinary&lt;/span&gt; clinic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPz5SjM2fI/AAAAAAAAAds/muVZzLuuXI4/s1600-h/vet1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045144173142661618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPz5SjM2fI/AAAAAAAAAds/muVZzLuuXI4/s320/vet1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention that Jordan and I just LUV &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt;? We watch the races on Sunday afternoons. It is a good time for me to bond with him. Sometimes I am rough with him though- I don't know when to stop playing, and he gets rough with me too. Sometimes mom puts us in time out. She sends us to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxvCjM2eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/FFnHL5IV2Tg/s1600-h/rest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045141798025746914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxvCjM2eI/AAAAAAAAAdk/FFnHL5IV2Tg/s320/rest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;luv&lt;/span&gt; to lay on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hooman's&lt;/span&gt; beds. Here I was helping supervise Jordan's room cleaning. I had just gotten groomed. I am looking much bigger, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxiSjM2dI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_ExGs4dRikU/s1600-h/100_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045141578982414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxiSjM2dI/AAAAAAAAAdc/_ExGs4dRikU/s320/100_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An original &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Airedale&lt;/span&gt; pose- head tilt and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxAijM2cI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TGs-XCRYgS8/s1600-h/lilliev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045140999161829826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPxAijM2cI/AAAAAAAAAdU/TGs-XCRYgS8/s320/lilliev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom took this picture of me in honor of St. Patrick's Day, and HER 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebration of her 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;birfday&lt;/span&gt;. (whatever that means) I am modeling a classy St. Patrick's Day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPw0yjM2bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EmM7oJg5_2w/s1600-h/lill3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045140797298366898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgPw0yjM2bI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EmM7oJg5_2w/s320/lill3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom says I am getting bigger every day. People ask her when I will stop growing. But I am still a Pup! I hope that you enjoyed looking at all my pictures today, and until next time.....I gotta go check if there are any dishes in the sink that need to be washed, or if any of mom's counters need cleaning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4974233421883544078?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4974233421883544078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4974233421883544078' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4974233421883544078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4974233421883544078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-half-birthday-im-6-months-old-today.html' title='My half birfday- I&apos;m 6 months old today!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgP2GijM2mI/AAAAAAAAAek/QkNw3upAQ7o/s72-c/band.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7742127051387636897</id><published>2007-03-22T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:24.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm BAD!!" (not really!)</title><content type='html'>Since mom can only seem to focus on the things that I do that are "BAD", I thought I would focus on all the GOOD things I can do. Take this photo, for instance. I am good at guarding the refrigerator. No one is going to get past me! Plus, if they open the door to the fridge I will gladly inspect any kind of food OR beverage before they decide to eat or drink it!   After all, it needs to be safe, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6ijM2YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/95j4EEer1hI/s1600-h/lil1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044825336245442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6ijM2YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/95j4EEer1hI/s320/lil1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Other things that I am really good at: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Inspecting the dishes that are left in the sink. You know, someone has to make sure they are clean! If they aren't clean, I'll gladly assist in the washing, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cleaning off the counters. Two paws up and swoosh, swoosh. WALLA! Counter clean! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(mom: and now I have to clean the floor!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This also includes the kitchen table, stove, and bathroom counter. I'm helpful in any room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bugging Whiskers- need I say more? He loves it when I bug him. He's my brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Mr. Whiskers here- yeah right- I think Sunshade, Joey, and I could send Doofus, Stinky and Lillie MONSTER on vacation together- one way ticket, right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Running away when mom says "come". Especially when I'm outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Playing with Kendra and Jordan's stuffed animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(mom: yeah, remember what you did to Sponge Bob?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Stealing ANYTHING you have and darting off quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eating shoes. YUM. Shoes is my FAV food group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hogging the bed, couch, or floor. Did I mention hogging the bed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stealing food (Mom said its nice to share).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But best of all, I am GREAT at LOVING my hoomans! All of them- mom, dad, Kendra &amp; Jordan.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6yjM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/zikthMLwcm4/s1600-h/lil2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044825340540410258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6yjM2ZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/zikthMLwcm4/s320/lil2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom took this picture of me, and if you can tell by my expression, I was in BIG trouble. I took a chip dip container out of the kitchen sink. I'd like to know what I did wrong? Those stoopid hoomans left chip dip in it. You can't waste chip dip, can you? After that, I tried to give mom a kiss but she'd have none of it- she said I was stinky like garlic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6yjM2aI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YdNXJwHHcyU/s1600-h/lill3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044825340540410274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6yjM2aI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YdNXJwHHcyU/s320/lill3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at THIS picture. Do I really look like a BAD girl? Look at MY face, I am SO cute. WHO in the WorLd would get mad at that face? MOM????????????????????? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thanks for stopping by and checking on me!&lt;br /&gt;LUV,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lillie Valentine- MUAH-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7742127051387636897?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7742127051387636897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7742127051387636897' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7742127051387636897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7742127051387636897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-bad-not-really.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m BAD!!&quot; (not really!)'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RgLR6ijM2YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/95j4EEer1hI/s72-c/lil1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-416038619949140071</id><published>2007-03-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:24.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's St. Patrick's day, and everyone can feel just a little Irish- Even me! Check out my cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt;- it matches my boyfriend Tanner's! Bark if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; Irish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw6uc-a1OI/AAAAAAAAAck/upBMOvnzg3k/s1600-h/lilliev.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042970252474504418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw6uc-a1OI/AAAAAAAAAck/upBMOvnzg3k/s320/lilliev.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw6yc-a1PI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y7Hg_lt2yJo/s1600-h/lilliev2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042970321193981170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw6yc-a1PI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y7Hg_lt2yJo/s320/lilliev2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5LM-a1MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jo-U013AwH4/s1600-h/100_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5LM-a1MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jo-U013AwH4/s1600-h/100_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random pictures of me at obedience school. Kendra is my trainer. Mom wants me to learn to obey Kendra, too. Plus it gives us some time to be alone together and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5LM-a1MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jo-U013AwH4/s1600-h/100_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042968547372487874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5LM-a1MI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jo-U013AwH4/s200/100_2955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Lc-a1NI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AxGlaHqil-A/s1600-h/100_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Lc-a1NI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AxGlaHqil-A/s1600-h/100_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Lc-a1NI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AxGlaHqil-A/s1600-h/100_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Lc-a1NI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AxGlaHqil-A/s1600-h/100_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042968551667455186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Lc-a1NI/AAAAAAAAAcc/AxGlaHqil-A/s200/100_2956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042968543077520562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s200/100_2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5K8-a1LI/AAAAAAAAAcM/qQhIx7RsBec/s1600-h/100_2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pal Rusty. I met him at School. He is a mind golden doodle. He is very fluffy and soft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt; he cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s1600-h/100_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042968538782553250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw5Ks-a1KI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PI9vz0UWVeg/s200/100_2951.JPG" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who stopped by today! I have to go.....I have a St. Patrick's Day party to go to. My mom is celebrating a very special birthday today. She said something about it being the 11t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; of her 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday!! Does anyone know what that means? If you do, I'd really like you to explain it to her. She seems very confused. Could she be getting OLD? Why would anyone want to celebrate their 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday 11 times? Have a GREAT day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MUAH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;O'Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-416038619949140071?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/416038619949140071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=416038619949140071' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/416038619949140071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/416038619949140071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rfw6uc-a1OI/AAAAAAAAAck/upBMOvnzg3k/s72-c/lilliev.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3531137623845908935</id><published>2007-03-03T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:26.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, snow, and more SNOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hellow&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!! I'm back. Sorry that its been so long since I updated. Last weekend we were in a winter storm warning and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SnOwEd&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOTs&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SnOw&lt;/span&gt;! On Sunday morning, this is what mom and I woke up to when she went to take me outside. There was so much snow I could only go to the sidewalk under the porch until someone cleared a path for me.  The snow total came to about 14".  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups were so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmzQq9mhI/AAAAAAAAAas/wP4BxzVKjBU/s1600-h/window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037811426513492498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmzQq9mhI/AAAAAAAAAas/wP4BxzVKjBU/s320/window.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renmzgq9miI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xOeV1GKeOcM/s1600-h/100_2917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037811430808459810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renmzgq9miI/AAAAAAAAAa0/xOeV1GKeOcM/s320/100_2917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037811117275847170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmhQq9mgI/AAAAAAAAAak/y396-bNm5Ok/s320/siblings.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of me and Mr. Whiskers. This was taken AFTER our driveway was blown out with the snow blower. Dad doesn't have a snow blower, but the neighbor guy felt sorry for him that he'd have to shovel, so he came over with his snow blower and blew us out. Mom came out with the camera, but she had to be very careful on the ice. You see, Saturday, she fell down the stairs and twisted her ankle. It got all puffy and she couldn't get her shoe or boot on. She was a really good sport, though. She came out with us (she said if her ankle was going to hurt in the house, then it may as well hurt outside) and take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups wanted to slide, so they started to make a snow hill in the front yard. Since dad left his truck outside all night, the snow accumulated in the truck bed. They used the snow in the truck bed to start their hill.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmUQq9mfI/AAAAAAAAAac/ibrgW1HeyfM/s1600-h/truck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810893937547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmUQq9mfI/AAAAAAAAAac/ibrgW1HeyfM/s320/truck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups worked really hard to perfect the snow hill. They kept getting snow from everywhere to make it taller and taller. They were packing the snow down. It didn't take long and the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups in our neighborhood were over. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmLAq9meI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PiIDuIqbWyc/s1600-h/hill.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810735023757794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmLAq9meI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PiIDuIqbWyc/s320/hill.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I was the supervisor for the entire operation. I had my coat and boots on, however, when I went to inspect the hill to make sure it was in proper order for sledding, I lost a boot. Mom says we'll have to wait until Spring to find it. I told her that I didn't mind wearing only three boots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SnOw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;StOrM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nuMbEr&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While we were having our first snow storm of the year, the weatherman was saying another storm would be coming to our area later in the week. This one was set to hit on Wednesday evening and we would be in a storm warning from Wednesday at 6:00 p.m until 6:00 on Friday. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hOoman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;puPs&lt;/span&gt; were excited that they may get out of school. It started snowing Wednesday evening. By Thursday morning some schools were closing, but not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HooMan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;puPs&lt;/span&gt; schools. Thursday morning I went out to supervise Jordan at the bus stop, and it was snowing..... Jordan wanted a two hour late start, but by noon the School's in our area decided on letting out early.  It continued to snow and snow and snow some more.  When the pups went to bed on Thursday the news said a two hour late start.  Dad got an early start on the drive, and when we woke up on Friday there was about 6" of snow.   The news said that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups' school was closed.  BUT mom and dad had to go to work.  (Mom wanted to stay home with the pups).  It snowed ALL DAY on Friday!!  When mom came home from work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;everypup&lt;/span&gt; went outside.  Of course, she went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CrAzY&lt;/span&gt; with the camera!  Here is a picture of me trying to climb up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;hooman's&lt;/span&gt; snow hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renl9Aq9mcI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oNk6a54ibjc/s1600-h/climb100_2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810494505589186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renl9Aq9mcI/AAAAAAAAAaE/oNk6a54ibjc/s320/climb100_2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;KiNg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;oF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;thE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HiLl&lt;/span&gt; (or should i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;QuEeN&lt;/span&gt;) Tanner, will you be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mY&lt;/span&gt; king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renl9Qq9mdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6J0Mxh0DtYc/s1600-h/king.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810498800556498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Renl9Qq9mdI/AAAAAAAAAaM/6J0Mxh0DtYc/s320/king.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snow was packed really well so I could stand up here without falling in.  It was about to mom's waist.  This tree tastes.....well.....uMm....interesting.  (Watch the teeth, Lillie!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenltAq9mbI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/L_lVC3T5a30/s1600-h/eat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810219627682226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenltAq9mbI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/L_lVC3T5a30/s320/eat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to be compliant with mom's picture taking, but I really didn't care.  I wanted to play and not have to sit still.  A couple times I got away on mom and ran over to the neighbor guy who I thought needed some loving from an Airedale Pup.  Once I ran around to the back of the house but the evil kids caught me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;HMPH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenlkQq9maI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2e1NifJ1rWw/s1600-h/nose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037810069303826850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenlkQq9maI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2e1NifJ1rWw/s320/nose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like the snow.  I don't care HOW deep it is.  I jump and run, and play.  I get it all over me and get all wet then go inside and make a BIG mess!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenldQq9mZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HngBSsfxxkU/s1600-h/family100_2931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037809949044742546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenldQq9mZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HngBSsfxxkU/s320/family100_2931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's all for now.  Here's a picture of me and the pups.  We are in the snow bank.  Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;LUV YA!  Lillie V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3531137623845908935?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3531137623845908935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3531137623845908935' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3531137623845908935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3531137623845908935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/03/snow-snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow, snow, and more SNOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RenmzQq9mhI/AAAAAAAAAas/wP4BxzVKjBU/s72-c/window.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-5118682012723817724</id><published>2007-02-22T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:40:07.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interupt this program for an important announcement!</title><content type='html'>Hello, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everypup&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers reporting for Lillie V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't hack into her &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm more sophisticated than that!! I must say, tho- that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WASS&lt;/span&gt; most impressed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt;. UM...I mean Tanner (Sorry Lillie). Tanner, she wants me to tell you that she luvs a take charge kind of guy AND you look gr8t in pink!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, please don't worry......BUT the Lillie MONSTER had surgery again today. She's &lt;strong&gt;alright- and she's HOME. &lt;/strong&gt;Mom saw to that. Here's the scoop.......&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that there won't be any pictures tonight. (Mom's been kind of uptight over Lillie, and Sunday would have been Daisie Duke's first birthday. She's feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alittle&lt;/span&gt; down right now. But don't tell mom I told you- she'll be o-k).&lt;br /&gt;So here's the scoop....................&lt;br /&gt;Mom took Lillie yesterday to get her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;toofies&lt;/span&gt; checked. No big DEAL, just standard procedure after dental surgery (two weeks ago). The vet tech found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chipped baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toof&lt;/span&gt;. No big deal, it wasn't bad and the vet thought mom could just work at wiggling it daily and it would come out. If it wasn't out in one week, she'd need to have it pulled. Then the vet tech for some reason thought maybe she should take another look.....and that is when she noticed trouble...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EEEK&lt;/span&gt;! another broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;toof&lt;/span&gt; on the other side, root exposed. " O-K said the vet tech.....do you have time to see the vet?" Of course we do... we have nothing better than to spend tons of money in this office. (smile)&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, the vet came in to take a look. At first she thought it might be an adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;toof&lt;/span&gt; that was chipped. But after further exam, she determined it was a baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toof&lt;/span&gt;. The vet said that one had to come out ASAP... Mom started taking Lillie to obedience training so she asked, "tomorrow?" and the vet said yes. The vet also said that they usually don't see stuff like this happen in big dog breeds. She said it can happen in poodles and some other "small" breeds. Mom has no clue what Miss Lillie is getting into. We both get locked in the entry way, and the woodwork and door knobs have been given the once over by mom and they appear alright. I have to admit that I don't really know what she does either because I usually nap for a while in the morning and again in the afternoon, and I AM NOT her babysitter so why would I care what she does?&lt;br /&gt;Lillie should be feeling much better by the weekend and should be able to post again very soon.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups are really excited because we are under a winter storm watch from Friday to Sunday and we are expecting heavy snow fall.  They want a day off from school, and it would be nice to have them home so I could sleep in bed with them in the morning.   So, we will just have to see.  Dad went out to buy a new shovel since he hasn't had to shovel for a while.  Take care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everypuppy&lt;/span&gt; and thanks for checking in on the Monster!!&lt;br /&gt;Gruff, gruff,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank-you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fufu&lt;/span&gt; for the Chinese New Year card, and Valentines.  Lillie will be talking more about them I am sure.  I think she has some pictures to show off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-5118682012723817724?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/5118682012723817724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=5118682012723817724' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5118682012723817724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5118682012723817724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-interupt-this-program-for-important.html' title='We interupt this program for an important announcement!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8654430389846111057</id><published>2007-02-16T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week in Review</title><content type='html'>This was the BEST week ever!! I'll tell you why.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I helped mom clean Jordan's room....Well, maybe I didn't help her but I was there to help supervise. From his nice &lt;em&gt;comfy &lt;/em&gt;bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ3NoIrwRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aBd-Jh21bH8/s1600-h/bed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032340709628952850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ3NoIrwRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aBd-Jh21bH8/s320/bed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was still kind of tired from all the playing I had been doing since I was feeling so much better from having surgery. So while mom was busy cleaning his room, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; down next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; J (Jordan's build-a-bear from New York) and took a little nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ3N4IrwSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xnd7ok7K6Io/s1600-h/rest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032340713923920162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ3N4IrwSI/AAAAAAAAAZc/xnd7ok7K6Io/s320/rest.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went for an early morning car ride. I didn't know why at first. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup went with. I don't much like car rides, but this one was alright. We only ended up going a few blocks. Mom and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup left me alone in the car. Where did they go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2zoIrwQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jI7uj6uWWkY/s1600-h/car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032340262952354050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2zoIrwQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/jI7uj6uWWkY/s320/car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom came back several minutes later all alone. We sat in the car for a little bit. Then mom took me out of the car and we started to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2noIrwPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xjFFmKz125U/s1600-h/walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032340056793923826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2noIrwPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xjFFmKz125U/s320/walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wondered where we were going. We walked along the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2RIIrwOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SpouzUk8ec8/s1600-h/school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032339670246867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ2RIIrwOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SpouzUk8ec8/s320/school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at this funny building. There were lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups here and I got really excited. I got so excited that my butt started jiggling. Mom told me we were at Jordan's school. He was giving a speech. The speech was about ME. It was about how to make "ME" sit!! Jordan gave the speech and mom helped him. I did everything I was supposed to and he even gave me some treats. He told me to sit.....and I did! Look what a good girl I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ134IrwNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YPmiID4N5AY/s1600-h/sit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032339236455170258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ134IrwNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YPmiID4N5AY/s320/sit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom was so nervous about Jordan's speech that she forgot to take any pictures inside his classroom. She had the camera and everything, but she forgot. What a silly mom!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got something in the mail today. I sniffed at it. It smelled exactly like.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ0aIIrwMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OxV8dtzqC1s/s1600-h/sniff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032337625842434242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ0aIIrwMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/OxV8dtzqC1s/s320/sniff.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend Bogart! I got a package from my friend Bogart! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups were so excited. They wanted me to hurry up and open the gift. I just wanted to smell Bogart. He smelled so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz_4IrwLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/c62l1lUnVy4/s1600-h/address.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032337174870868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz_4IrwLI/AAAAAAAAAX0/c62l1lUnVy4/s320/address.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I smelled, and smelled, until I couldn't take it anymore. I had to open the present! There was a special valentine message inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz5oIrwKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/e8ZttzEzv-k/s1600-h/bogart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032337067496685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz5oIrwKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/e8ZttzEzv-k/s320/bogart.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OF COURSE I'll be your Valentine, Bogart! I opened the package, and inside was the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt; chicken breast strip treats ever. Mom had to take them away from me, tho- I can't have anything hard until my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;toofies&lt;/span&gt; heal. So I will have to wait. DARN. They look great. Mom promised me as soon as the vet said it was o-k for me to start eating regular food she'd let me have one. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spose&lt;/span&gt; she's gonna make me share with Mr. Whiskers. Too bad he still has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;toofies&lt;/span&gt; and they are in good shape or mom wouldn't let him have any either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz0IIrwJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rVgg8nNDlYs/s1600-h/open.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032336973007405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZz0IIrwJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rVgg8nNDlYs/s320/open.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom took the ribbons off the pressie and tied them around my neck. I was so excited to get this gift that I wouldn't even hold still so mom could take a good picture. Sorry, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, Wednesday was Valentine's Day, and I got so many great wishes from all of my friends from near and far. It was GREAT! Thanks for all the wonderful wishes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom went to Kendra's conferences. She is doing GREAT in school (so is Jordan). She was learning how to blog in math class. Her teacher told mom he learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; from MY BLOG. She got an "A" on her blog she had to do for class. Way to go Spunky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mom took part of today off. She spent time with me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups. I was glad to have her home for a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was my week in review. Thanks for checking on me. I am feeling really good and I think mom would say that I am back to my old self again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was MY week!! &lt;strong&gt;MUAH!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sloppy wet kisses to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8654430389846111057?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8654430389846111057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8654430389846111057' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8654430389846111057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8654430389846111057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-week-in-review.html' title='My Week in Review'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdZ3NoIrwRI/AAAAAAAAAZU/aBd-Jh21bH8/s72-c/bed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8197468608566341086</id><published>2007-02-14T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>It's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's day&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; and I am thinking of my valentine.......Tanner. He's at his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandparents&lt;/span&gt; house and I am here all alone...... Well, except for um, Mr. Whiskers who, by the way is a VERY old man (don't tell him I said that tho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdOuD4IrwDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gGaQxdm9o2E/s1600-h/100_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031556590334623794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdOuD4IrwDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gGaQxdm9o2E/s320/100_2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tanner&lt;/span&gt;, I was talking to my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Faya&lt;/span&gt; and I asked her to help me say something in French for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt; is so romantic, and since it was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; I wanted to say something special to you. I told her my mom took French in Jr. High School, but she didn't get a very good grade..... So here goes, to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentine:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;l'amour&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tiens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ferais&lt;/span&gt; don.&lt;/span&gt; In English that means: If I had to give &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; a name, I will give it your name.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;everypuppy&lt;/span&gt;. Big sloppy wet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt; from ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdOuEYIrwEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vsmVJkg4Ym4/s1600-h/100_2898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031556598924558402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdOuEYIrwEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vsmVJkg4Ym4/s320/100_2898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope all you pups get lots of love and affection from your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt;! I know I will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luv ya, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;muah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8197468608566341086?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8197468608566341086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8197468608566341086' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8197468608566341086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8197468608566341086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RdOuD4IrwDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gGaQxdm9o2E/s72-c/100_2903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1695954425828238049</id><published>2007-02-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:28.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very first Valentine</title><content type='html'>I got my very first &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;card today in the mail. It came all the way from Arizona, from my friend Tanner, whom I have a huge crush on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4niIIrwCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ET9FDR6AEWc/s1600-h/100_2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030001301072363554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4niIIrwCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ET9FDR6AEWc/s320/100_2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was going to take a picture of the inside of the card, but it is very private what my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shmoozypoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrote to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. So, you all will just have to use your imagination! Thank-You, Tanner, (I wish they'd stop calling you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt;, you aren't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt;!) I would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to be your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You are so thoughtful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(blush) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mom tried to take a picture of me with the card, but I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; like crazy so she couldn't get a good shot. Remember, I will ALWAYS be your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;valentine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love, Lillie Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1695954425828238049?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1695954425828238049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1695954425828238049' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1695954425828238049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1695954425828238049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-very-first-valentine.html' title='My very first Valentine'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4niIIrwCI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ET9FDR6AEWc/s72-c/100_2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2092517144518251897</id><published>2007-02-10T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:29.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! Good as new!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to thank Mr. Whiskers for updating my blog for me! I had my surgeries and I am doing GREAT! As you can see from these pictures.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jWoIrv9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-9Fud5gTxHM/s1600-h/100_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996705457356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jWoIrv9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-9Fud5gTxHM/s320/100_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had three teeth pulled so I have some stitches in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt; but I am eating good. Mom is giving me special food (soft kind). She keeps telling me I have to settle down, but she doesn't understand how happy I am to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jXIIrv-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/OFcTT6KFFz4/s1600-h/100_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996714047291362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jXIIrv-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/OFcTT6KFFz4/s320/100_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was really happy to see me, too. As you can see by my pictures, I got a hair cut. It was my first "real" haircut. Because they shaved the underside of my belly for the surgery it looks really short. Mom and everyone at the Pet Hospital says I look so grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jXYIrv_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Q1Lb2ikY3sc/s1600-h/100_2862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996718342258674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jXYIrv_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/Q1Lb2ikY3sc/s320/100_2862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was getting really carried away with the camera. I wasn't being very cooperative. She is talking about re-gluing my ears. They look a bit off (or so SHE says). I think it is just the way my head is sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jX4IrwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4vE4uNzBn6c/s1600-h/100_2863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996726932193282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jX4IrwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4vE4uNzBn6c/s320/100_2863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I swear that my mom is as camera crazy as Sunshade's mum. I mean, here she took a picture of me that shows where I was shaved for the surgery. As you can see, I am not looking like a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jYIIrwBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0DkIOCgnsqA/s1600-h/100_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029996731227160594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jYIIrwBI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0DkIOCgnsqA/s320/100_2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally escaped &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mom: so she thought)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; to behind the couch. BUT NO. she had to take my picture there, too. Can't a girl get any rest? I did just have surgery after all!  Thanks for checking on me and for all the get well wishes.  I am so glad to be home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(mom: and to hog the bed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2092517144518251897?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2092517144518251897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2092517144518251897' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2092517144518251897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2092517144518251897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-good-as-new.html' title='I&apos;m back! Good as new!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rc4jWoIrv9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/-9Fud5gTxHM/s72-c/100_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2140482605386486114</id><published>2007-02-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:31:38.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from Mr. Whiskers</title><content type='html'>Hi All:&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers here, subbing for the Lillie Valentine.  She had her surgery on Tuesday, and came home yesterday.  She is resting comfortably, but isn't back to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pilly&lt;/span&gt; self yet.  She pretty much lays around while mom waits on "her".  All the while, ignoring me.  I mean, can't a guy get any sympathy?  Anyhow, mom says I have to tell you all that the surgery (whatever that is, I wish she'd get it again- I actually had my bed back to myself.....except for dad.  If only he would get his own bed and leave me and mom sleep alone in peace).  The vet ended up taking three teeth out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;eveil&lt;/span&gt; ones mouth, along with the "girl" surgery.  She's not allowed to have anything hard, so of course, she gets special food.  What do I get? Kibble.  Do I get any bones? No, the Lillie monster can't have bones.   And, get this......Mom is afraid to put her in the crate, so she has created a pen in the entry way, and I have to be there with her.  I get to lay on the hard floor, while "the princess" gets her bed to lay on.   The good thing was (according to MOM, not ME), Lillie did behave herself in the entry way and didn't knock the gate down.  Now if she would have knocked the gate down, I would have been able to go lay in my comfy cozy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman's&lt;/span&gt; bed.  So, folks, that's the update.  Thanks for stopping by.  I am sure the ever gabby Lillie will be back on line in no time at all.   Oh, and by the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Doofus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; I mean Tanner, she's going to be fine so don't worry yourself sick.  I can put her on the next train to AZ if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off (oh my gosh, listen to me....this blogging things is getting way out of control),&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Whiskers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2140482605386486114?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2140482605386486114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2140482605386486114' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2140482605386486114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2140482605386486114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/02/message-from-mr-whiskers.html' title='A message from Mr. Whiskers'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7373620219791827141</id><published>2007-01-31T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:19:07.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a bad day.................</title><content type='html'>My day started out normal.  I got up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt;, they fed me and got ready for work.  I napped with the male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pup before he had to get up and get ready for school, I went out to the bus stop and waited for the bus.  All was fine and dandy until it was time to go.....umh.....in that horrible crate.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; gave me a big crate- it is nice and roomy.  I do not like the crate.  Mom had said how proud she was of me because I was behaving so nicely in the big crate.  I wasn't traveling all around the house in this crate.  That was ah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;umh&lt;/span&gt;, until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to ski around the house in the crate, and I got too close to the stairs.  I went down one flight of steps to the main entry way to the house.  Then I went down another flight (shorter flight this time) to the basement door.  I was really scared.  It scared the poop right out of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kendra came home from school she didn't even see that I was at the bottom of the stairs- she went up to the kitchen as usual (I think mom says something about her having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; moment) anyhow, she was real scared.  I was happy to see her.  I  jumped all over her.  Kendra called mom right away at work and mom called the vet.  Mom asked Kendra all these questions about my behavior.  Kendra thought I seemed find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off to the vet we went.  We waited, and waited and waited some more.  Finally it was my turn.  I was a bit more quiet than normal.  The vet checked me over and thought I looked pretty good.  That was, until she looked in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt;.   I didn't want her to look in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt;.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mouf&lt;/span&gt; hurt.  While I was  bouncing around in the crate, I fractured some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt;.  Now don't worry they are just baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt;- two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt; broke off and the pulp is showing.  They are very sore.  One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;toof&lt;/span&gt; fell out all together.  The vet asked mom if she was going to have me spayed (I don't know what that is, it sounds weird).  Mom told her yes she was going to have me spayed.  The Vet told mom I had to have surgery to remove the broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt; as soon as possible.  So, mom scheduled some "surgery" for me next week.  I heard her talking to the vet and I didn't really get what they were saying.  The Vet told mom to bring me back on Tuesday morning.  She said I had to stay over night.  I don't want to stay over night.  I want to go home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wiht&lt;/span&gt; my mom.  I like sleeping in her bed with her.  Anyway, I got some antibiotics for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt; so they don't get infected since they are broken off.  I also have medicine so my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;teef&lt;/span&gt; don't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom went and got me some new toys  so I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;somefing&lt;/span&gt; to do when she is at work.  I'm not to keen on the Kong.  She got me a ball that makes noises when it rolls around.  She  also got me another type of ball that treats roll out of.  I like to share it with Mr. Whiskers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that tomorrow is a better day.  I saw Dad take the crate down into the basement.  No more going down stairs for me.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; are worried I am going to get hurt.  But I am o-k, and mom is really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that there aren't any pictures today.  Mom didn't have time to take any pictures of me.  I wasn't being very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cooperative&lt;/span&gt; for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by to see me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Lille Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7373620219791827141?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7373620219791827141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7373620219791827141' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7373620219791827141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7373620219791827141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day.................'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-8996506936288045845</id><published>2007-01-26T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:29.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These boots were made for walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbrBZQtvGHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pVeRmFNglZk/s1600-h/100_2785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024540974012897394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbrBZQtvGHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pVeRmFNglZk/s200/100_2785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out these new boots, and MOM, they aren't for walking.....they're for running!! I luv these new boots. Once I get outside, I don't want to go inside. You see, I needed these boots because after it snowed, I couldn't go for a walk. Well, I guess I could go for a walk, but my feet got really cold and then I'd sit down and cry. Mom didn't like me crying so she went out and bought me these boots. Now she can take me for a walk and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;worry &lt;/span&gt;how long we are outside. Thanks mom for the awesome boots! Now I just need a jacket and goggles (like Sunshade's goggles) then I'll really be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-8996506936288045845?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/8996506936288045845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=8996506936288045845' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8996506936288045845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/8996506936288045845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-boots-were-made-for-walking.html' title='These boots were made for walking'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbrBZQtvGHI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pVeRmFNglZk/s72-c/100_2785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-643905068211172702</id><published>2007-01-26T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:30.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A present....for ME!!</title><content type='html'>Today when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; got home from work, they found this in the mailbox.  Its a present all the way from Singapore and it was from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Huskee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUAtvGCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sYlsHKZ1GLw/s1600-h/100_2778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024522192120911906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUAtvGCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sYlsHKZ1GLw/s200/100_2778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was so excited.  I don't normally get gifts and it wasn't even my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;birfday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUQtvGDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/X8DcqNedjBo/s1600-h/100_2777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024522196415879218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUQtvGDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/X8DcqNedjBo/s200/100_2777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't wait to open the present.  I didn't want to pose for this picture but my mom made me and she said "wait".  So I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUgtvGEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y7X-lxaXM_k/s1600-h/100_2781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024522200710846530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUgtvGEI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y7X-lxaXM_k/s200/100_2781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendra held the present for me.  I was gentle because I didn't want to hurt whatever it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwVwtvGFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VHolTvkMKeY/s1600-h/100_2784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024522222185683026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwVwtvGFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/VHolTvkMKeY/s200/100_2784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! Its so cute! Its an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Airedale&lt;/span&gt; figurine just like me.  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Huskee&lt;/span&gt;! You are so sweet.! I just love it.  Mom put it up so I couldn't get it and break it.  She said I have to be gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwWAtvGGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xZKvG1GJPuE/s1600-h/100_2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024522226480650338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwWAtvGGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/xZKvG1GJPuE/s200/100_2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had mom take this picture of the figurine before she put it up on the ledge where she keeps all her "pretties" as she calls them.  These are the things that she doesn't want anyone to touch.   Thanks so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Huskee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-643905068211172702?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/643905068211172702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=643905068211172702' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/643905068211172702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/643905068211172702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/presentfor-me.html' title='A present....for ME!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbqwUAtvGCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/sYlsHKZ1GLw/s72-c/100_2778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2209571255102957778</id><published>2007-01-21T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:30.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Flakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbPx_4l1qlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mnKhsaRdHgs/s1600-h/100_2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022624089273379410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbPx_4l1qlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mnKhsaRdHgs/s200/100_2769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It snowed today. It hasn't snowed much here in Minnesota this winter, so I was glad to finally be able to play in some snow. It wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, though. As you can see in the picture, you can still see some brown grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbPyAYl1qmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QtaVr97GlRE/s1600-h/100_2771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022624097863314018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbPyAYl1qmI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QtaVr97GlRE/s200/100_2771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might be wondering who is in this picture with me. That is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;scaaawie&lt;/span&gt; Kendra in her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stitch&lt;/span&gt;" hat. I don't like that hat, at all. It is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;scaaawie&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't know who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Stitch&lt;/span&gt; is, he is this alien dude from Disney. Anyhow, I got out for some exercise which I must say, I needed. Even if my feet did get cold. Mom took a few more videos for you all to watch. She is really getting into the videoing with her camera. So let's take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="VE_Player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" width="320" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/0U/SY/116985996252gwBv3f56cLdzGP4ANJ_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next video is me with Kendra playing ball. See how good I am at getting the ball. I was having snow much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="VE_Player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" width="320" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/6V/0Y/1169859393yIQAKL6losG3sujHTX7n_high.flv&amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next video, I am behaving so good (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mom: yah right Lillie, lets let our audience decide)&lt;/span&gt;....and being a little stinker too. But you will understand why once you see it. I had to get that evil hat off Kendra's head! She was so frightening with it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="VE_Player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" width="320" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/TN/LN/1169860415zoaSiRwKoEOXWGndnc9a_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't get that much snow, but it was fun to play in it, and as you can see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups had a blast, too. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lillie Valentine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2209571255102957778?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2209571255102957778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2209571255102957778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2209571255102957778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2209571255102957778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-flakes.html' title='A Few Flakes'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbPx_4l1qlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/mnKhsaRdHgs/s72-c/100_2769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-5058913897700795129</id><published>2007-01-20T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:30.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going Techno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbKINIl1qkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3mPLaTO5UEY/s1600-h/Lillie+V.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022226293697391170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbKINIl1qkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3mPLaTO5UEY/s200/Lillie+V.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Well I am back and I must say that thanks to Miss Sunshade I am becoming even more technologically savvy. How'd that grab you? Anyhow, mom has been practicing (and you will be able to tell that this is her first time) on helping me post some video. So.....here it is. It is of me and Whiskers playing. Hope you enjoy it!  You might want your volume- our house was pretty busy with kids, the computer and TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="VE_Player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://static.videoegg.com/videoegg/loader.swf" width="320" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;file=http://download.videoegg.com/gid328/cid1096/H7/0X/1169327355bl0e6qw40fgO8r3zeEV0_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-5058913897700795129?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/5058913897700795129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=5058913897700795129' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5058913897700795129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5058913897700795129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-going-techno.html' title='I&apos;m going Techno'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RbKINIl1qkI/AAAAAAAAAT4/3mPLaTO5UEY/s72-c/Lillie+V.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6033408578885495087</id><published>2007-01-17T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:31.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Tanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7H54l1qhI/AAAAAAAAATc/TtJ3jiE366I/s1600-h/100_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021170431822244370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7H54l1qhI/AAAAAAAAATc/TtJ3jiE366I/s200/100_2659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanner......This pictures for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6033408578885495087?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6033408578885495087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6033408578885495087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6033408578885495087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6033408578885495087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-my-tanner.html' title='To my Tanner'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7H54l1qhI/AAAAAAAAATc/TtJ3jiE366I/s72-c/100_2659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1790529834649357777</id><published>2007-01-17T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:32.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too pooped to Pawty</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that I haven't been blogging lately. Mom has been busy taking care of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups. They both have developed some nasty colds. The boy human pup was really sick. He is better now, and its a good thing that our mom is a nurse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; she knew exactly what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7E_ol1qgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ap6HTRN7svU/s1600-h/100_2717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021167232071608834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7E_ol1qgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ap6HTRN7svU/s200/100_2717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are a few pictures of me from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt;. As you can see, I slept part of the time, and the other part of the time I just hung out with everyone. I had a lot of fun, and there were lots of people at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt; that would pet me. Granny was there and she really likes me. I always like it when Granny is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7EgIl1qfI/AAAAAAAAATE/jWVArSO1ZJk/s1600-h/100_2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021166690905729522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7EgIl1qfI/AAAAAAAAATE/jWVArSO1ZJk/s200/100_2718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt;. Mom filled it with all sorts of goodies, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups hit it with this stick to try and break it open. They had a lot of fun. I did, too. While they were busy trying to break open the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt;, I was busy in the kitchen helping clean off the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7DNol1qdI/AAAAAAAAASs/inw10do_FiE/s1600-h/100_2711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021165273566521810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7DNol1qdI/AAAAAAAAASs/inw10do_FiE/s200/100_2711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the GREAT gift that Jordan got from Miss Sunshade the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Superdeeduperdale&lt;/span&gt;, and her mum, Elaine! &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(that's your name now from Jordan! He thinks anyone that gives him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; gifts is the GREATEST. THANK-YOU! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MUACH&lt;/span&gt; from Jordan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra6864l1qaI/AAAAAAAAASI/2mn3X0pVwfc/s1600-h/100_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021158354374207906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra6864l1qaI/AAAAAAAAASI/2mn3X0pVwfc/s200/100_2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He also got the "Cars" movie, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; calendar, and the movie "Barnyard" You dogs need to check that movie out!! We could really learn something from them farm animals. They know how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt;. Even more than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt;. Watch it and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra687Il1qbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yIJFoWw9okA/s1600-h/100_2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021158358669175218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra687Il1qbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/yIJFoWw9okA/s200/100_2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan was so lucky, I hope that when its time for my birthday, I get two cakes. I showed you the cake mom made for Jordan with the "cars" theme. He got this cake for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt; we had with our family. There were three grandmas, an Aunt, Uncle, Cousin, along with our family at this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pawty&lt;/span&gt;. It was really fun. Mom made Jordan homemade pizza. It smelled so good. Mom wouldn't let me have any, though. She told our guests that I have a sensitive stomach (whatever, mom!) But, she did give me a piece of this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra687Yl1qcI/AAAAAAAAASY/RC8p00cOxbA/s1600-h/100_2699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021158362964142530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra687Yl1qcI/AAAAAAAAASY/RC8p00cOxbA/s200/100_2699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was busy begging from dad, and he wasn't going to share (obviously, look at him!) so, I went over by mom and she gave me a small taste of the cake. When she turned her back (and her cake was on the table....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; you know what happened next) I had a bigger bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67YYl1qVI/AAAAAAAAARM/6ePsYphUhg4/s1600-h/100_2703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021156662157093202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67YYl1qVI/AAAAAAAAARM/6ePsYphUhg4/s200/100_2703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope that when its my birthday that mom will decorate like she did for Jordan's party. Jordan got these funny round things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67Yol1qWI/AAAAAAAAARU/6bj86ovb9LM/s1600-h/100_2663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021156666452060514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67Yol1qWI/AAAAAAAAARU/6bj86ovb9LM/s200/100_2663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were really fun to play with. I even got to pop one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ooops&lt;/span&gt; sorry, Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67Y4l1qXI/AAAAAAAAARc/J2Dfu--pn_Y/s1600-h/100_2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021156670747027826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67Y4l1qXI/AAAAAAAAARc/J2Dfu--pn_Y/s200/100_2662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom put up this happy birthday banner from "cars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67ZIl1qYI/AAAAAAAAARk/m6XlWYgsekU/s1600-h/100_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021156675041995138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra67ZIl1qYI/AAAAAAAAARk/m6XlWYgsekU/s200/100_2661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a great party, everyone had fun, and I was really pooped when it was all over with!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1790529834649357777?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1790529834649357777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1790529834649357777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1790529834649357777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1790529834649357777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-pooped-to-pawty.html' title='Too pooped to Pawty'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Ra7E_ol1qgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ap6HTRN7svU/s72-c/100_2717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4015094580669828425</id><published>2007-01-12T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:32.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Grrrl</title><content type='html'>Since Tanner was such a gentleman the other day, posing for me on his blog (blush), I decided that I'd pose for him on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahtQIl1qMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hZoo8AIFIL4/s1600-h/100_2653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019381908655941826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahtQIl1qMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hZoo8AIFIL4/s200/100_2653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am getting bigger everyday. As you can see, I still have "glued" ears. Soon I will be able to let them down and be natural. Mom says to be patient. It takes us girls a long time to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bootiful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahtQYl1qNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qZ4diOMXmCA/s1600-h/100_2654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019381912950909138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahtQYl1qNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/qZ4diOMXmCA/s200/100_2654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't usually sleep on this bed- I lay here to eat my snacks or in the evening when the family is eating dinner. I get to sleep with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; in their bed at night!!  I am such a lucky girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4015094580669828425?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4015094580669828425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4015094580669828425' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4015094580669828425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4015094580669828425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/pretty-grrrl.html' title='Pretty Grrrl'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahtQIl1qMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hZoo8AIFIL4/s72-c/100_2653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1766941175479696744</id><published>2007-01-12T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:33.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillie's my name....trouble's my game</title><content type='html'>You may remember that I told you that since I can escape my crate, the hoomans have been locking me in the bathroom while they are gone at work.....Well, I have been busy re-finishing the cabinets. This is what I did today while they were gone. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqxol1qII/AAAAAAAAAO4/3zztXbnVWhw/s1600-h/100_2655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019379185646676098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqxol1qII/AAAAAAAAAO4/3zztXbnVWhw/s200/100_2655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I managed to take the front right off the drawer. As you can see, I did a really good job. Mom wasn't too pleased with me, and I heard her and dad talking about bringing the "big" crate in for me. I think I may be in a little bit of trouble.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqx4l1qJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HT0Vz46I-7c/s1600-h/100_2656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019379189941643410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqx4l1qJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HT0Vz46I-7c/s200/100_2656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That isn't the only thing I did that was bad....the other day, when Kendra was supposed to be watching me while Dad was in the shower, uhm.... I took his glasses and this is what I did to them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahqyYl1qKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NPW4xAp5NFo/s1600-h/100_2657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019379198531578018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahqyYl1qKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NPW4xAp5NFo/s200/100_2657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy was he mad!! He tried to blame me for doing this. Mom stuck up for me though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqyol1qLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9D4yhWxKBmw/s1600-h/100_2658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019379202826545330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqyol1qLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9D4yhWxKBmw/s200/100_2658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She pointed out to Dad, that both she and Jordan wear glasses, and I haven't been able to eat their glasses. Mom further pointed out that she and Jordan put their glasses away where I can't get them when they aren't wearing them so I don't eat them. Uhum Dad, if you would have done the same then I wouldn't have been able to eat them. I may be looking for a new home so if anyone is interested in a cute Airedale puppy, I may be available. Tanner, do you think I could come live with you and Joey?? I'll be good, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time.....&lt;br /&gt;Trouble D, Lillie V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1766941175479696744?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1766941175479696744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1766941175479696744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1766941175479696744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1766941175479696744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/lillies-my-nametroubles-my-game.html' title='Lillie&apos;s my name....trouble&apos;s my game'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/Rahqxol1qII/AAAAAAAAAO4/3zztXbnVWhw/s72-c/100_2655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1457292427485572024</id><published>2007-01-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:33.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Bubba!</title><content type='html'>Today, is my bestest hooman pup brother, Jordan's 9th Birthday!!  Mom made him this awesome cake.  I wouldn't leave her alone.  I wanted that cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoSol1qFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TVqZxYMGK9A/s1600-h/100_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019376454047475794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoSol1qFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TVqZxYMGK9A/s200/100_2650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's having a birthday party with his friends from school and Disney's "Cars" is the theme.  You can see Lightning McQueen on the cake.  Mom decorated it herself.  I personally think she did a great  job.  Jordan was so excited when he saw the cake!!  I can't wait to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoS4l1qGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/768TW4-UJWg/s1600-h/100_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019376458342443106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoS4l1qGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/768TW4-UJWg/s200/100_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This package came this week in the mail.  It is for the hooman pup.  I wonder what it is?  Do you know where it came from?  Miss Sunshade, what do you think it is?  Do you have ANY idea?? You are such a smart girl I thought maybe that you would know who sent it or what it might be.  The hooman pup doesn't know  that he got a gift in the mail yet.  Shsh...Don't tell him.  Its a surprise.  He will get to open it tomorrow at his birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoTIl1qHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Z9bf5bz0lGc/s1600-h/100_2652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019376462637410418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoTIl1qHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Z9bf5bz0lGc/s200/100_2652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He is so lucky!! Tonight, those eveil hoomans locked me in the bathroom when they went out to eat.  Jordan said he wanted to go to Space Aliens.  Its this restaurant that has all these aliens and they have all these arcade games.  He is  so lucky.  He gets to party all weekend long.  He has parties tomorrow (Saturday) and on Sunday too.  I will post more pictures from his party later.  It is going to be alot of fun.  Mom has been planning all these games and I can't wait to play them!!!  I hope that I will be able to help Jordan open up his pressies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9th Birthday, Bubba!! We love you. &lt;br /&gt;Your bestes pup,&lt;br /&gt;Lillie V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1457292427485572024?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1457292427485572024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1457292427485572024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1457292427485572024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1457292427485572024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-bubba.html' title='Happy Birthday, Bubba!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RahoSol1qFI/AAAAAAAAAOU/TVqZxYMGK9A/s72-c/100_2650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-436368148433855614</id><published>2007-01-07T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:34.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night.....I had a dream about Doofus AKA Tanner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF4Ta2P5EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v4WMKVq-zNI/s1600-h/100_2641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017423734887146562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF4Ta2P5EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v4WMKVq-zNI/s200/100_2641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know its been a while since I last posted. My mom has been &lt;strong&gt;hogging&lt;/strong&gt; the computer!!! She thinks she has to chat all night with one particular friend she has. I can't &lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt; what it is that they have to talk about, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAN THEY TALK!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So, the other night while mom was busy chatting away (until 2:00 a.m. ), I was busy sleeping............dreaming............about Tanner, the Boston Terrier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF1ha2P5CI/AAAAAAAAANw/mWWgwBO3kPQ/s1600-h/100_2638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017420676870431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF1ha2P5CI/AAAAAAAAANw/mWWgwBO3kPQ/s200/100_2638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tanner and I really have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in common. He is so CUTE!! I would trade Whiskers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; to his family just so he could come live with me. Anyhow, I just wanted to point out all of the things that Tanner and I have in common........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are both Terriers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both annoy our older dog siblings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are both nicknamed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt; (did you check out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;doofus&lt;/span&gt; above?!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are both EXTREMELY cute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are both loved very much by our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both love to play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need I say more???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you read his brother Joey's blog, you will see that Joey is always trying to get rid of Tanner. He is always calling him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Doofus&lt;/span&gt; Face and I feel really sorry for Tanner. Joey seems to pick on him an awful lot! So, Mr. Joey Stains, if you are listening, I've got a deal for you!! Here is a picture of Whiskers (I want you to see what you are going to get), so Joey if you are reading this, I would gladly exchange him for your sweet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lovable&lt;/span&gt; Tanner! (I could even throw in the Cat as an added bonus!!!) He is extremely camera shy so it is hard to get a good picture of him. AND Tanner, if you are reading this............I think I have a HUGE crush on you. AND NO I don't want to crush you!!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF0xa2P5AI/AAAAAAAAANY/FSSDI_a0kW4/s1600-h/100_2640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017419852236710914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF0xa2P5AI/AAAAAAAAANY/FSSDI_a0kW4/s200/100_2640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I am growing so quickly, I thought I would share a couple of other really good shots mom took of me. My legs are getting really long. Many of you have asked if my ears are still glued, and they are. They have to stay that way for about four weeks. Today the evil mom re-glued the flap of one of my ears. It was coming undone. She was worried that when I wrestled around with Whiskers the flap would pull at the part that needs to stay glued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017375291951014850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaFMPq2P48I/AAAAAAAAAMs/xrVOICCMe90/s200/100_2645.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Well, my friends....I've gotta go. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; are heading to the grocery store.....I'm about to be locked in the Bathroom (I can escape my crate!!) Until next time, sending lots of hugs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ear scratches&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-436368148433855614?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/436368148433855614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=436368148433855614' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/436368148433855614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/436368148433855614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-nighti-had-dream-about-doofus-aka.html' title='Last night.....I had a dream about Doofus AKA Tanner'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RaF4Ta2P5EI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v4WMKVq-zNI/s72-c/100_2641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4426210765981722194</id><published>2006-12-30T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:34.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been glued!!</title><content type='html'>Mom got everyone up early yesterday (Friday). We all (except for dad) piled into a very dirty Airedale Taxi (that's why you can't actually see the taxi- mom wouldn't let me take a picture of it because she needs to wash it). We were going for a LONG ride. (I am not into long rides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaftqYc49I/AAAAAAAAALc/CeEAkBceAiU/s1600-h/taxi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014370841943401426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaftqYc49I/AAAAAAAAALc/CeEAkBceAiU/s200/taxi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She stopped at the gas station and filled up. The two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; pups are in the back seat. I got the passenger seat all to myself. This is what I looked like when I left that morning...... Take a good close look, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'll never be the same again!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZafoqYc48I/AAAAAAAAALU/hkHFgnKF3WM/s1600-h/before.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014370756044055490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZafoqYc48I/AAAAAAAAALU/hkHFgnKF3WM/s200/before.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove for about two hours.  Mom knew exactly where we were going.  We got to the Twin Cities and headed South.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt;, pup, Jordan had to pee so we stopped.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; ate at Subway while I stayed in the truck in my cell (yes, she took the crate with....she's so EVIL sometimes)! Did I get anything to eat?? NO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaff6Yc47I/AAAAAAAAALM/GAe4xxHJ4mU/s1600-h/out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014370605720200114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaff6Yc47I/AAAAAAAAALM/GAe4xxHJ4mU/s200/out.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When they were done eating, they took me out of my cell and let me run around a bit to stretch my legs.  Little did I know what was coming next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZae86Yc46I/AAAAAAAAALE/bMaYATRmNUA/s1600-h/strip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014370004424778658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZae86Yc46I/AAAAAAAAALE/bMaYATRmNUA/s200/strip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Diane, she is a really nice lady.  She was stripping me of my puppy fur.  Mom kept telling me what a good girl I was and I hardly moved at all.  She (Diane) used this razor thingy and it didn't hurt me at all until she got to my arm pits.  Diane raises &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Airedales&lt;/span&gt;, and is a groomer too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZae36Yc45I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RwcD55jetS8/s1600-h/ear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014369918525432722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZae36Yc45I/AAAAAAAAAK8/RwcD55jetS8/s200/ear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, she looked at my ears and said that they were pretty good looking all by themselves, but my left ear was a little weaker in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cartilage&lt;/span&gt; department so she used this stuff on them- this glue and glued them right to my head.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoomans&lt;/span&gt; laughed at me and called me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt; face.  I thought only Tanner was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt; face, but as you can see, I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt; face.  When Diane was all done, she introduced us to her Airedales, and to a litter of puppies she had that were about four weeks younger than me.  When Diane was all done, we said good-bye and headed home.  I slept all the way home.  I went in the back seat by Kendra.  There was NO WAY I was going to sit in the seat next to the Evil momma! I was exhausted from all that grooming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaex6Yc44I/AAAAAAAAAK0/FE7kx44FXMU/s1600-h/eat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014369815446217602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaex6Yc44I/AAAAAAAAAK0/FE7kx44FXMU/s200/eat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I look like now, ears glued and all.  I don't really bother them for the most part.  Sometimes I like to scratch them, but mom tells me "no".  Here I am having my breakfast.  Can't a girl get any peace? &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaesaYc43I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UGEiDgMJcMY/s1600-h/glued.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014369720956937074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaesaYc43I/AAAAAAAAAKs/UGEiDgMJcMY/s200/glued.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;DOOFUS&lt;/span&gt; face.  I wouldn't let momma get any closer.  A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.  I put my paw down and told her that enough is enough.  She assures me that my ears won't stay like this forever, but I don't know?  She tells me how pretty I am and squeezes me tight.  I guess I am pretty, right?  AND if this will help me get some boyfriends, like Sunshade then it will be worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4426210765981722194?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4426210765981722194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4426210765981722194' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4426210765981722194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4426210765981722194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-glued.html' title='I&apos;ve been glued!!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZaftqYc49I/AAAAAAAAALc/CeEAkBceAiU/s72-c/taxi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6272783382493116877</id><published>2006-12-26T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:35.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the princess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZGpp6Yc4oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pGiiG25Y3zI/s1600-h/princess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012974397751616130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZGpp6Yc4oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pGiiG25Y3zI/s200/princess.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got the best collar for Christmas from Santa Paws.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZGpSqYc4nI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zp7JXLLsmjQ/s1600-h/100_2599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012973998319657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZGpSqYc4nI/AAAAAAAAAH4/zp7JXLLsmjQ/s200/100_2599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It says, "I didn't ask to be a PRINCESS but if the tiara fits" I guess you could say the tiara fits so I am wearing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6272783382493116877?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6272783382493116877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6272783382493116877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6272783382493116877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6272783382493116877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-princess.html' title='I am the princess!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZGpp6Yc4oI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pGiiG25Y3zI/s72-c/princess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3875725495450393695</id><published>2006-12-26T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:36.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know I am a day late, but I wanted to share with all of you some pictures from my &lt;em&gt;very first Christmas! &lt;/em&gt;First of all, my hooman brother, Jordan wants to say &lt;em&gt;THANK-YOU&lt;/em&gt; to Miss Sunshade the SuperDALE for these GRRREAT stockings! He put them on right after he opened them up and they haven't came off yet! Kendra wants to send her own thank-you to Miss Sunshade so, Sunshade if you are reading this.....you will be getting a special thank you from Kendra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFsQaYc4mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9MTqMiBs6P8/s1600-h/sock.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012906889455657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFsQaYc4mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9MTqMiBs6P8/s200/sock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know that I was telling you all that I was afraid that I was on Santa's noddy list. Well, here is a picture that mom took of our tree right after Santa came.....Boy, those hooman pups must have been REALLY GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFsBqYc4lI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oDfVYd4M4aE/s1600-h/clause.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012906636052587090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFsBqYc4lI/AAAAAAAAAHg/oDfVYd4M4aE/s200/clause.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is a picture of the furry friends presents after Santa came......That big rawhide is what Santa brought Whiskers, and Sox got some cat nip carrots. The rest of the pressies were MINE! I was REALLY good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFrjKYc4kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/talx_FHpTRc/s1600-h/santa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012906112066576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFrjKYc4kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/talx_FHpTRc/s200/santa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then we got to open our pressie from Miss Sunshade. Since this was my first Christmas, I wasn't very good at opening gifts, so Kendra kindly helped me out. I am thinking, though, that I didn't really require her help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFrKqYc4jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8eRdmlbv3MQ/s1600-h/opening.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012905691159781938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFrKqYc4jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8eRdmlbv3MQ/s200/opening.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Miss Sunshade sent me an Airedale Taxi sign to hang in mom's truck. I like to ride in the truck now, no more crying, so this is a big deal. I didn't know that just because I am an Airedale that I get my own TAXI??!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFq9KYc4iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Dw6It6oTtg/s1600-h/taxi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012905459231547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFq9KYc4iI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1Dw6It6oTtg/s200/taxi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got two KONG'S from Santa- a bone shaped Kong and a regular shaped Kong, and some Kong stuffing. Mom put my Airedale Taxi sign with the stuff I got from Santa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFqy6Yc4hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ODMurf4_4BQ/s1600-h/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012905283137888786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFqy6Yc4hI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ODMurf4_4BQ/s200/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I got two new toys, too. I got a rubber squeaky truck from Jordan, and that other doggie toy came from Santa, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFkd6Yc4fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NIBDGyZOLr0/s1600-h/100_2612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012898325290869234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFkd6Yc4fI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NIBDGyZOLr0/s200/100_2612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My first Christmas with my new family was wonderful. The Christmas card exchange was tons of fun (I need to post about that, too). I am wishing all my furry friends a very Merry Christmas and prosperous New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-3875725495450393695?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3875725495450393695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3875725495450393695' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3875725495450393695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3875725495450393695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFsQaYc4mI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9MTqMiBs6P8/s72-c/sock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-964141811702395185</id><published>2006-12-26T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:36.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat 4 Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;This is my big feline friend "Sox". I spend most of my time chasing her around the basement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFgWKYc4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s4cR061vk3E/s1600-h/100_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012893794100371938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFgWKYc4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s4cR061vk3E/s200/100_2597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendra gets mad at me if I chase her alot. I have to compete with this cat when it comes to Miss Kendra. This is her Kitty. She ignores me if that fat cat is around. Sometimes Whisker's and I gang up on her and chase her into her room. Then mom gets mad and shuts the door so we can't get her. So I was thinking......using my Aire brain......I thought.....I should sell this cat! What a wonderful way to get rid of her and have Kendra  &lt;em&gt;ALL TO MYSELF!! &lt;/em&gt;If anyone is interested in this kitty cat, send me a personal e-mail and I'll see what I can do. But &lt;em&gt;DON'T TELL KENDRA! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-964141811702395185?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/964141811702395185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=964141811702395185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/964141811702395185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/964141811702395185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/cat-4-sale.html' title='Cat 4 Sale'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFgWKYc4eI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s4cR061vk3E/s72-c/100_2597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7739380857583118482</id><published>2006-12-26T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Whiskers!</title><content type='html'>It was Whisker's 12th birthday on Christmas eve. Since we were busy visiting relatives, I didn't get a chance to post a birthday message to him. Mom tried really hard to get a "good" photo of him but he is SO camera shy! He actually shook while she was taking this picture. So, while it isn't the best picture of him, I still wanted to show everyone how handsome he is! Happy Birthday, Old boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFefKYc4dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Th1JW3r0mI/s1600-h/100_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012891749695939026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFefKYc4dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Th1JW3r0mI/s200/100_2622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love, your pesty little sister Lillie V. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Mom adds: whom you so proudly put into place if she's misbehaving!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7739380857583118482?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7739380857583118482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7739380857583118482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7739380857583118482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7739380857583118482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-whiskers.html' title='Happy Birthday, Whiskers!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RZFefKYc4dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0Th1JW3r0mI/s72-c/100_2622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7005786672814287550</id><published>2006-12-20T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:37.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Back!!!" or as  mom say's "Naughty or Nice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello to all my furry friends!&lt;br /&gt;Mom &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let me on line. Well, maybe not. She's not looking so I snuck around and went on line. One of the human pups left the Internet on. I won't say which one...... Thanks, Jordan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I haven't been feeling very good. Seems I caught some kind of "bug". At least that is what mom called it and she had to haul me in to that evil Dr. lady. I won't go in to all the gory details, but I have to eat some special food for a couple days and mom gives me these pills that taste horrible. I'm still spunky as ever though. So this "bug" that I have isn't slowing me down any! That's where the "Naughty or Nice" comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You See......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mom said I have to be nice. She told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Kendra and Jordan, too) that if we aren't nice Santa Paws/Claus won't come. She said its getting close so if we aren't good then we have less time to straighten out and there is more of a chance that the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;man in red&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;skip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; our house. I tried to tell her that I didn't mean to chew the cord to her new fiber optic angel that her friend Shirley gave her. Don't tell Shirley, PLEASE! AND, I don't take the ornaments off the Christmas tree and chew on them on purpose! I don't chase the cat or be mean to her- she gets in my way and purposely gets me in trouble! She lays under the tree and I can't help it that I MUST go under the tree and get her out! You tell me, tell me please, does this face look naughty to you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnneaYc4cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D4kREWvc1cA/s1600-h/100_2582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010790570090357186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnneaYc4cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D4kREWvc1cA/s200/100_2582.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O-K, so maybe this picture that mom snapped of me shows me being a "little" naughty. That wasn't the picture I was going to show you. I was referring to this picture.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnmpKYc4bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wT7rCufyqG8/s1600-h/100_2577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010789655262323122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnmpKYc4bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/wT7rCufyqG8/s200/100_2577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't I look cute? I just got out of the bath tub! My evil dad gave me a bath today. I was outside rolling in the grass and got all dirty. Then my evil mom brushed me. Then, being the &lt;strong&gt;model &lt;/strong&gt;that I am, I posed for this picture. Is it just me, or is this an original Airedale head tilt? It's a close up. Mom wanted me to show all of you just how sweet I am. (Mom here: Yeah, right, Lillie! What are you doing on that computer?) &lt;strong&gt;JORDAN! help me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnmc6Yc4aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jc-CzKZ0cW4/s1600-h/100_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010789444808925602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnmc6Yc4aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jc-CzKZ0cW4/s200/100_2578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, look at this one. I laid down and put on my almost perfect pet face. Then mom kept snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnl_qYc4YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ygBDwJSVhM4/s1600-h/100_2579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010788942297751938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnl_qYc4YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ygBDwJSVhM4/s200/100_2579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next picture is what really got me in trouble. See, the hoomans were making dinner. They were having pizza, and mom was making it in her pizza maker. I will admit that the pizza smelled SOOOO good. I really wanted some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnleqYc4WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PwCKe7rWDGE/s1600-h/100_2581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010788375362068834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnleqYc4WI/AAAAAAAAAEs/PwCKe7rWDGE/s200/100_2581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I tried really hard to get it. No, No I didn't get it. EVEN though it looks like I did. Mom was taking a picture of the pizza, and my human pup sister, Kendra lifted me up and stuck my nose practically right in that pizza. Mom snapped the picture at the exact same time. So I really couldn't reach the pizza even if I wanted to. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnlF6Yc4VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xBZGVZa3kSk/s1600-h/100_2582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010787950160306514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnlF6Yc4VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xBZGVZa3kSk/s200/100_2582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only five more days til Christmas. I promised mom that I'd be good. I'll let you know how I am doing. I'm sure I'll be able to do it.  If Jordan can do it then I can! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7005786672814287550?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7005786672814287550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7005786672814287550' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7005786672814287550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7005786672814287550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-or-as-mom-says-naughty-or-nice.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Back!!!&quot; or as  mom say&apos;s &quot;Naughty or Nice&quot;'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RYnneaYc4cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/D4kREWvc1cA/s72-c/100_2582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4900819286741707033</id><published>2006-12-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:34:46.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Christmas tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been tagged  by my friend, Sunshade.  What's tagged mean? Is someone going to stick a tag on my ear? Anyhow, she said that this is what I need to do in order to play the game. Maybe I should ask Santa for some fashion tag?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rules: The player of this game starts with "3 things he/ she would love to get for Christmas" and also has to list "3 things he/ she definitely does not want to get for Christmas". Then he/she tags 5 friends and list their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would love for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kong, Kong and Kong (get the hint- I need something to do while serving time.)&lt;br /&gt;2. DVD "Lady and the Tramp"&lt;br /&gt;3. A hermit crab (O-K its Kendra that wants it, but whose to say I won't like it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I wouldn't love for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. Manicure/Pedicure&lt;br /&gt;2. A new "crate" aka jail&lt;br /&gt;3. A bath &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Five victims are: Fufu, Freda, Boo, Boy &amp;amp; Baby, and Roo (Please note, that I was unable to do a fancy "link" to their pages since mom interupted me and got me all flustered. Soon I will have this blogging down pat, but in the meantime you will have to forgive me for not being able to list them perfectly with the links.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sammie-s.com/boo/"&gt;http://www.sammie-s.com/boo/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://deltabunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://deltabunny.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dachshunddiaries.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dachshunddiaries.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone has a GREAT weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love and doggie hugs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lillie Valentine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4900819286741707033?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4900819286741707033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4900819286741707033' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4900819286741707033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4900819286741707033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-christmas-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Christmas tagged'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-1227843841114369219</id><published>2006-12-12T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:41:50.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can call me Houdini Dog......sort of</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I must be a descendant of Houdini. The only problem is, I can't seem to escape my jail urrr crate. Even when mom puts up road blocks, I manage to move the crate, with me in it. I haven't figured out how to actually escape, but I am really good at getting around the house while maintaining my jail sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it started about a week ago. The crate starts out in the kitchen, and I've toured the entire kitchen from inside the crate, so I decided to explore more of the house when the hoomans are away. Last week I made it from the kitchen to the pillow that I lay on when I am out of the crate that is next to the stairway. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Mom here.....I couldn't believe my eyes when I came home and found the crate where it was.....so we started to put up road blocks.  I didn't want to take any chances of Miss Lillie going down the steps inside the crate. I thought I put up some good roadblocks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday mom had Kendra put a chair in front of the crate. I managed to move the crate AND THE CHAIR to where mom sits at the table. It really wasn't that great of a feat compared to what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was afraid that I'd tip the chair over and that might be a bigger problem since I'd be home alone, so instead of blocking the crate with the chair, she put the chair in between the love seat and the piano so I wouldn't be able to head for the stair way. OR SO SHE THOUGHT. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Mom again: this dog is making me nervous. I don't know how something so little can move about inside this crate as though it is no big deal. I need all you dog moms and dads to give me any ideas I can to keep this little squirt where she belongs when we are gone. We put the radio on so she has noise. We give her toys. She put KONGS on her christmas list and I was hoping the big man in red would be bringing her some and we could hold off until then, but now I don't know?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I am in trouble again because the tattle tale I will not name. UMH Kendra- oops- Calls mom at work today to tell her I wasn't in the kitchen when she came home from school. I bypassed the chair between the love seat and piano and headed for the other doorway. I went out that doorway, down the hall and headed into mom's room. I stopped just inside the doorway. By then I was so pooped out that I needed a rest. NOW if I could just figure out how to open the door and get out. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd have it made in the shade oh, yes I would!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Mom: I would have thought that after spending three weeks in the crate when we aren't home that she'd be used to it. It has a comfy blanket to sleep on and toys to chew. Nothing else appears disturbed and it doesn't appear that this little pup has any injuries when we get home. What's a mother to do? Am I being owned by one&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; SPOILED&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Airedale or what?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So as you can see, I am up to my normal tricks. Sorry there aren't any pictures today, the camera is temporarily out of commission! Any of you dogs that can help me actually break free, I'd appreciate your assistance. Maybe someone could mail me a key??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hugs and earscratches,&lt;br /&gt;Lillie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-1227843841114369219?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/1227843841114369219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=1227843841114369219' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1227843841114369219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/1227843841114369219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-can-call-me-houdini-dogsort-of.html' title='You can call me Houdini Dog......sort of'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2753992101881046535</id><published>2006-12-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:30:07.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in hiding..SSHH don't tell anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've gone into hiding.....This whole "Don't look at me it was the dog" thing has me worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you are looking for me, this is where I'll be. Thanks to the Army of Four.....They gave me the idea from their blog, hee hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa, if you are watching, I have been REALLY good. Honest. Just look at my face. Would this face lie to you? Please don't leave coal in my stocking...By the way, what exactly is coal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=65f6882000d66d93c05a76eG20061208"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=65f6882000d66d93c05a76eG20061208&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until next time.....&lt;br /&gt;Lillie elf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2753992101881046535?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2753992101881046535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2753992101881046535' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2753992101881046535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2753992101881046535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-hidingsshh-dont-tell-anyone.html' title='I&apos;m in hiding..SSHH don&apos;t tell anyone'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6513551964821102803</id><published>2006-12-08T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:38.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look at ME it was the DOG!</title><content type='html'>My hooman pup &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JORDAN, has this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-SHIRT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm&lt;/em&gt; I wonder how that shirt got on MY pillow?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoNXRvy9gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-e6fteYpvIk/s1600-h/pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006328629327754754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoNXRvy9gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-e6fteYpvIk/s200/pillow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The shirt looks like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoM8Bvy9fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jIVSt-U5aQU/s1600-h/dogt-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006328161176319474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoM8Bvy9fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/jIVSt-U5aQU/s200/dogt-shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; UGH! What does that say?!? Does that say what I think it says? Don't look at me it was the DOG?! How can that be? How would &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;want to blame a poor innocent dog, let alone, a baby, a &lt;em&gt;PUPPY&lt;/em&gt; for anything?? I am completely innocent. Just take a look at the following pictures and you will see just how innocent &lt;em&gt;I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoLlRvy9eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y6RVkcogBm0/s1600-h/100_2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006326670822667746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoLlRvy9eI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y6RVkcogBm0/s200/100_2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How did that t-shirt get in the hallway??? I was just lying here, minding my &lt;em&gt;OWN BUSINESS &lt;/em&gt;and it looks as though I've put that t-shirt there myself. NO WAY! I wouldn't do that! Here I am on my pillow, AGAIN, minding my own business.....How did that pink coat get there? I think I am being framed!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoKABvy9dI/AAAAAAAAADw/ULOQEi_WWi4/s1600-h/100_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006324931360912850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoKABvy9dI/AAAAAAAAADw/ULOQEi_WWi4/s200/100_2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone is really trying hard to get me into trouble.....Take for instance, this picture, here I am laying on the living room floor......Is that REALLY me, laying on top of Jordan's back pack? What? I can't believe my own eyes. There I am, laying on Jordan's back pack! Someone had to use photo shop. How can that be? Why would I want to lie on his backpack? It looks as though somehow the straps of his backpack have been put into my mouth and I am chewing on them....Yikes! Don't look at me! I am the dog and I don't do anything wrong!!! I'd really like to know HOW IN THE WORLD that got there, with those things in MY MOUTH. I tell you, I've been framed! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoJyRvy9cI/AAAAAAAAADo/J_SPnImVjiQ/s1600-h/100_2550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006324695137711554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoJyRvy9cI/AAAAAAAAADo/J_SPnImVjiQ/s200/100_2550.JPG" width="806" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There should be a t-shirt that I can wear that says, Don't look at me it was the KID!! I better go.....Gotta get out of here and hide before anyone sees this....Yikes I'm in trouble now.....Anyone looking for a cute Airdale puppy? I might need a new home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for the next chapter in the saga of Lillie Valentine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lillie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6513551964821102803?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6513551964821102803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6513551964821102803' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6513551964821102803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6513551964821102803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-look-at-me-it-was-dog.html' title='Don&apos;t look at ME it was the DOG!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXoNXRvy9gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-e6fteYpvIk/s72-c/pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7167902289746499172</id><published>2006-12-05T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:38.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's been busy, I've been busier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXeG5Bvy9UI/AAAAAAAAACM/9nQut8EfczQ/s1600-h/100_2540.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello to all my furry friends! Mom finally left the computer alone long enough so that I could post. I don't know why she thinks she has to be right next to me when I am trying to update my blog. It is after all, mine now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I said she's been busy, and she has. She put this up in our family room over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005616278936941874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXeFfBvy9TI/AAAAAAAAACE/W-oGeTmcjtE/s320/100_2539.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;WHY would anyone want to put a &lt;strong&gt;TREE&lt;/strong&gt; in their family room? Well, while she was busy putting things &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; the tree, I was busy taking things &lt;strong&gt;off&lt;/strong&gt; the tree. Mom didn't appreciate it very much. She kept putting stuff on, and I kept taking it off. After I'd take it off, I'd run for it! HA HA! She ended up chasing me all over the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once she had the tree all decorated (that is what she called it) the fat cat came out- you know- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SOX&lt;/span&gt; THE KITTY! Well, she thought she'd lay under the tree. I wondered, "Why can't I lay under the tree?" So, I went under the tree, too. Well, Kitty didn't like it that I was under &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; tree. &lt;strong&gt;Excuse me&lt;/strong&gt;, Kitty. I didn't know the tree had your name on it. Was what I was thinking. Then, I had a brilliant Air-idea! I would chase that FAT kitty. So, I started chasing her all around the tree. Its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt; (that's what mom called it- whatever that is) that the tree actually stayed standing. I was having a ton of fun. That is.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;...until I ran into this.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXeJDBvy9XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2RvYPO9kn-I/s1600-h/100_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005620195947115890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXeJDBvy9XI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2RvYPO9kn-I/s200/100_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hit it head on and our melons clanked together. I tell you....that thing just about scared the puppy poop right out of me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EEEEK&lt;/span&gt; I screamed! What was that? A very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;scawie&lt;/span&gt; snowman! Mom said, "That's what you get Lillie, for playing in the tree." Well, I avoided that snowman for a while. But I am right back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;undecorating&lt;/span&gt; that tree. Mom says she's losing her patience with me. I say it's going to be a fun Christmas!  Thanks for stopping by.  Until next time.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lillie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7167902289746499172?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7167902289746499172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7167902289746499172' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7167902289746499172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7167902289746499172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/moms-been-busy-ive-been-busier.html' title='Mom&apos;s been busy, I&apos;ve been busier'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXeFfBvy9TI/AAAAAAAAACE/W-oGeTmcjtE/s72-c/100_2539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-3091423841119146246</id><published>2006-12-02T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:39.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been really busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMIn6OApI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ACaN0nQM81s/s1600-h/Lillie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMIn6OApI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ACaN0nQM81s/s400/Lillie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004075478253699730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to tell you that I have been really busy.  The other day dad got up REALLY early.  I didn't feel like sleeping anymore and he took me outside with him.  We were out there for hours and I was so busy helping him.  He was getting our yard decorated for the holidays. He gets into this really big and I didn't know what I was in for.  But let me tell you....I really was a big help.   He even said so. I was so busy helping him carry everything that I got REALLY tired.  I found a cozy place in the garage to take a nap.  He finished up.  Later that night, mom came out and took some pictures of our work.  Here's what it looks like.  Here's a picture of frosty and Santa and Mrs. Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMIn6OAnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g78y_Hek46g/s1600-h/Frosty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMIn6OAnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/g78y_Hek46g/s400/Frosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004075478253699698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMI36OAqI/AAAAAAAAABE/1rtlQLMkc8U/s1600-h/Mrs.+Claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMI36OAqI/AAAAAAAAABE/1rtlQLMkc8U/s400/Mrs.+Claus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004075482548667042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...n....the scccaawie Grinch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMQ36OArI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jegnf5TxioY/s1600-h/Grinch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMQ36OArI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jegnf5TxioY/s320/Grinch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004075619987620530" 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/5163552628765926508-3091423841119146246?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/3091423841119146246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=3091423841119146246' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3091423841119146246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/3091423841119146246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-really-busy.html' title='I&apos;ve been really busy'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIMIn6OApI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ACaN0nQM81s/s72-c/Lillie+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4479966554962665819</id><published>2006-11-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:21:16.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Crate"</title><content type='html'>There is this thing we keep in the kitchen. Mom calls it a crate. I call it a jail. I don't like this crate/jail whatever you want to call it &lt;em&gt;at all&lt;/em&gt;. I keep trying to get rid of it and mom keeps putting it back in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mom and dad go off to work, and after Jordan gets on the bus to go to school I am left alone with Kendra until she goes to school.  When she gets ready to leave, she captures me and puts me in that &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;.   She tells me to quiet down, because I start to put up a fuss.  They put me in this so I don't get into &lt;em&gt;trouble&lt;/em&gt;.   Now, I ask you this, why would, moi get into trouble?  They give me a nice cushy blanket to lay on (big deal) and toys to play with, but I DO NOT LIKE THIS JAIL!!!  I think I'll write a letter to the Airedale Terrier Association.  This is not right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I start my sad crying get me outa here business.  But Kendra doesn't care.  Oh, no she just goes about her business and off to the bus stop she goes.  One day I heard Kendra tell mom she could hear me out at the bus stop!  So I have been trying to escape this jail.  Yesterday when Kendra came home after school, she found my jail, with me in it, mind you, across the kitchen floor!  I was trying really hard to escape but I haven't figured  out how yet.  Mom tells me when I get bigger maybe she will let me run free in the house like Whiskers does, but until then I have to be in jail uhm the crate when noone is home.  Life is so unfair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4479966554962665819?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4479966554962665819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4479966554962665819' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4479966554962665819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4479966554962665819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/crate.html' title='&quot;The Crate&quot;'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-7876232864805179491</id><published>2006-11-29T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:25:39.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a clean bill of health!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine here.....Mom calls me Lillie V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIVlH6OAsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yS3OpZO_ycc/s1600-h/Lillie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIVlH6OAsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yS3OpZO_ycc/s320/Lillie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004085863484621506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just thought I'd let you all know that mom took me to the vet last week on Friday.  Mom was all nervous.  I don't know what for.  She wasn't being poked and prodded!  She didn't get her nails trimmed!  Anyhow she wanted me to tell all of you that the vet said I am HEALTHY!  Whatever that means.    They made me do this urine test just because of mom.  She said something to the vet about my kidneys.  The vet said she knew mom would want to check them out.  After the urine test (yup they had to do MORE because my specific gravity was 1.015 and mom freaked out), they took blood.  They had to check my creatinine.  The vet said they would take me in the back and draw the blood.  While I was back there the vet tech decided I needed a manicure AND pedicure.  I tried to tell her differently and mom wasn't there to protect me.  I yowled so loud the entire place knew of my presence.  I quieted down once they took my blood though.   Boy that was quite an experience!  Anyhow after they checked my blood, the vet came out and told mom that my creatinine was .05.  I guess it was good cuz mom did this silly dance right there for everyone to see.  You should have seen this guy who was in the waiting room  look at mom with a strange expression.   So I got an A++ on my report card.  Oh, and they gave me these shots, too and it sure made my arm sore.  I let everyone know it when they tried to pick all 10 lbs of me up.  My sore arm got me tons of attention, especially from my hooman brother Jordan.  Boy can I turn on the charm for that kid.  I think he likes me almost as much as his X-box...Now where are those controls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Lillie Valentine   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-7876232864805179491?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/7876232864805179491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=7876232864805179491' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7876232864805179491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/7876232864805179491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-clean-bill-of-health.html' title='I&apos;ve got a clean bill of health!'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bn1cf90j1is/RXIVlH6OAsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yS3OpZO_ycc/s72-c/Lillie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-4681070810011450217</id><published>2006-11-24T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:05:14.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We want to thank &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; for your kind words during this most difficult time. Without all of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your support&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know what I would have done. I have never been treated so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lovingly&lt;/span&gt; by people in my entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids have come to Daisie's site and have read all the words of kindness. It has helped them more than you will ever know. It is comforting to know that there are other people out there that understand and share your desires as to why you go through what you do for your pets. The truth is, I wouldn't change a thing. I didn't know how much time we'd have with our sweet Daisie. We took each day one day at a time and embraced her with as much love as though it may be the last. She has taught us all a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;valuable lesson&lt;/span&gt; about unconditional love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'd like to thank &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Elaine and Miss Sunshade&lt;/span&gt; for the most beautiful post about Daisie. We go there frequently just to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt;. She has taken us under her wing and we are truly thankful for both of them. I truly believe that someone sent her to us to help us get through this time.   You guys are GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to take the time to thank each and everyone of you that sent us an e-mail of sympathy either personally or in this blog. I have saved each one and will put them in a special scrapbook that we will be making to honor Daisie.  You have surrounded us with tons of love and support.  You guys are GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are hanging in there. I know that we will be able to get through this, it just may take some time.  We look forward to raising Daisie's little sister, Lillie Valentine.  Stay tuned for her adventures.  I will be posting her first story very soon.  She has been VERY busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, Thank-You!  Love and tons of Hugs and ear scratches.&lt;br /&gt;Amy, Kendra, Jordan, Lillie and Angel Daisie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-4681070810011450217?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/4681070810011450217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=4681070810011450217' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4681070810011450217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/4681070810011450217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-2402014036040726662</id><published>2006-11-21T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:39:44.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>It's with a very heavy heart that I must tell all of you that Miss Daisie Duke has gone on to  the Rainbow Bridge.  She just couldn't handle the kidney disease any longer.  The past two days had become increasingly harder on her little body.  We did everything we could to save her, but were unable to get her through this last crisis.  I will continue this blog in  honor of her memory and will introduce you all to her little sister, Lillie.  Until next time............&lt;br /&gt;Missing my little Daisie Duker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-2402014036040726662?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/2402014036040726662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=2402014036040726662' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2402014036040726662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/2402014036040726662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/rainbow-bridge.html' title='Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-6382360636354111505</id><published>2006-11-20T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:27:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone:&lt;br /&gt;Mom is feeling more relaxed about this blog, so she said I could post.  She thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to some of my family. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; sister, Kendra.  She just turned into a teenager.  She's great.  She gives me treats, and lots of love.  She likes to play soccer, and because of that, I have become pretty good at soccer too.  I love to chase that black and white ball around!  She takes excellent care of me when she gets home from school.  I love ya, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...there's Jordan.  Now don't tell Kendra I said this, but Jordan is the bomb!  He loves me almost as much as he loves his X-box.  That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;!!  Right now, I get most of the attention, though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; mom took the X-box away from him.   If he plays too much X-box, he doesn't pay attention to me.  I fixed that for him,  though.  I chewed those x-box controls so he and Kendra couldn't play anymore.  That will teach them to leave stuff out for me to chew!  Mom fixed me though and bought them a cordless control.  Darn!  Anyhow, right now the X-box is put away.  Mom says there's more to life than X-box, but I think an 8 year old would beg to differ.   Jordan gives me TONS of love.  He lays by me and reads me stories.  We just finished reading "Do reindeer really wear striped underwear?"  Now we are reading a book about a collie.  I follow Jordan around everywhere....just in case he drops something he's eating.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doggy brother, Whiskers.  He is an 11 year old blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;heeler&lt;/span&gt; cross and he's as tall as me but weighs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more.  I also have a "baby" sister, Lillie.  She's an 8 week old Airedale.  I like her most of the time but don't let anyone know that.  I don't want her to think she can just move in and take over.  Then, there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;.  Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; is a kitty.  A big kitty.  I have to compete for love with Kendra and this kitty.  Kendra gets mad at me because I like to chase her around.  Sometimes I wrestle her to the ground and put her in a head lock.  Watch out kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hooman&lt;/span&gt; mom and dad take really good care of me.  They give me lots of extra love because of this horrible disease called kidney disease (whatever that means).  Whatever it is, I don't care- it gets me lots and lots of attention.  I get special food because I won't ever eat what mom fixes me.  She does these special dances around the kitchen when I eat.  It is hilarious!  I have never seen anything quite that funny.  Sometimes I act picky just to see her make a fool out of herself.  She even pays more attention to me than that little Lillie that just moved in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions for me, let me know.  I would be more than happy to answer them! Until next time.........&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Daisie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-6382360636354111505?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/6382360636354111505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=6382360636354111505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6382360636354111505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/6382360636354111505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-5839062017872424337</id><published>2006-11-18T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:24:18.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1132/630316483003653/1600/819577/100_2343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1132/630316483003653/320/401776/100_2343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-5839062017872424337?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/5839062017872424337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=5839062017872424337' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5839062017872424337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/5839062017872424337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5163552628765926508.post-530415779406547807</id><published>2006-11-17T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T14:52:40.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing, testing, 123 Are you out there?</title><content type='html'>Well, my mom finally took the time to get this blog thing down. Now, don't get too excited because she isn't very good at it. She can't even get my picture to post....Huh! Is it that hard even? I can't believe this woman. So, please cut her some slack.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sunshade's mum Elaine, my mom finally got my picture up on this site. Now you all of you can see how cute I really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since mom is new to this, I am not going to require her to blog anything more today.....She needs to rest.   She is exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Elaine and Miss Sunshade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Daisie Duke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5163552628765926508-530415779406547807?l=daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/feeds/530415779406547807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5163552628765926508&amp;postID=530415779406547807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/530415779406547807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5163552628765926508/posts/default/530415779406547807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daisiesdogdish.blogspot.com/2006/11/testing-testing-123-are-you-out-there.html' title='Testing, testing, 123 Are you out there?'/><author><name>Lillie Valentine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05498196676921733876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8092/3700/1600/127701/Daisie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
