<?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-4469942941668145748</id><updated>2011-06-08T02:33:51.592-04:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='flying'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='play'/><category term='house'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='bonfire'/><category term='come'/><category term='party'/><category term='blast'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='race'/><category term='Home'/><category term='bark'/><category term='bed'/><category term='volleyball'/><category term='wrestle'/><category term='rush'/><title type='text'>Adventures Of Rah Rah</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Rusty and I am a Long Haired Mini Dachsund that only weighs 15 pounds, but I RULE my house full of brothers and sisters who are bigger than me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3805903116428333364</id><published>2008-07-19T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:24:50.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, It has been a while...yell at my Mom!  She does all the typing for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summer is here, hot, lazy days.  Would someone tell my parents that is how it is supposed to be?  You aren't supposed to lay 2 cubic yards of mulch in 90+ degree weather!  No, that is when you sit in the pool, put your cute, sweet little dog in a tube in there with you, and float around to your heart's content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I love summer, friends stopping in to have a drink, nice, long walks around the yard, Sadie swimming in the pond and digging rocks out (how she does that, I won't even guess!), sitting by a fire in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, the boy is having a bonfire with a bunch of friends...another great sign of summer!  Lots of people who will want to pet me too!  Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3805903116428333364?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3805903116428333364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3805903116428333364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3805903116428333364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3805903116428333364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-8310621668426053955</id><published>2008-06-22T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:30:00.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June is a busy month</title><content type='html'>WOW! This month is just flying by! Mom and Dad are so busy at work, and with the boy, it seems like they never have time to rub my belly! The boy is busy with end of year stuff at school, and even though the girl is home from college, she seems to be working all the time. No wonder Daddy doesn't like June! I know he would rather be home petting me and throwing the ball. But, I try to understand and to help. I have made sure that they spend extra time with me; I take a RRReeaallYY long time to eat my food, I make sure I stay outside a lot longer than the other dogs, and I wake Dad and Mom up extra early in the morning, just so they can spend more time with me! I sure hope they appreciate it! Pretty soon, it will be July and life will be calmer, and hotter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8310621668426053955?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8310621668426053955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8310621668426053955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8310621668426053955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8310621668426053955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-is-busy-month.html' title='June is a busy month'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3902207893002788797</id><published>2008-06-07T17:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:35:50.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When is this hot weather going to end?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SEr_IGma7JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xs12cJ0CBE4/s1600-h/0607081724%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209256433683197074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SEr_IGma7JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xs12cJ0CBE4/s320/0607081724%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so hot! I can't stand it! I usually like to cuddle with Mom and Dad, or under the covers, but the past couple of days, I AM HOT! What is it? Am I am going to turn 2 this year, maybe I am getting old? Anyway, It is so hard to stay cool right now! I am sweating, I heard Mom and Dad say it was 93 degrees yesterday, and today was even hotter. I don't like it this hot, Lucie doesn't want to play, Sam doesn't want to play, Sadie is grumpy and I don't even want to play. When is this hot weather going to end!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3902207893002788797?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3902207893002788797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3902207893002788797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3902207893002788797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3902207893002788797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-is-this-hot-weather-going-to-end.html' title='When is this hot weather going to end?!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SEr_IGma7JI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Xs12cJ0CBE4/s72-c/0607081724%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4289322866619116447</id><published>2008-05-26T08:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:17:23.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Floors!</title><content type='html'>They put in new floors and they ar making my life difficult.  I can't seem to get a grip on them.  I will be chasing Oreo or Abbie and when I hit that floor, I go flying!  I need to learn how to use that to my advantage!  I am sure I will figure it out.  But it does make it difficult to jump up onto our beds (I mean couches).  Guess Mom and Dad are going to have to listen to us whine until they pick us up.  They are very slow to train, but Lucie and I are working on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4289322866619116447?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4289322866619116447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4289322866619116447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4289322866619116447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4289322866619116447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/05/slippery-floors.html' title='Slippery Floors!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-2700814480169184252</id><published>2008-05-18T12:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:29:43.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>Last night was Prom Night.  There were all these pretty girls here, and everyone loved me! (Of Course!) I am so glad the boy has nice friends.  They all came in and couldn't wait to pet me and let me sit on their laps!  One of the girls just kept coming back for more!  She was my favorite!  But, the kids were so much fun.  Even the guys were great! They played music and video games and had lots of fun together.  The girl had her talkative friend come over too.  I like listening to them talk, they go nonstop and are a blast!  I hope there is a prom next weekend too, I just love having all the company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-2700814480169184252?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/2700814480169184252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=2700814480169184252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2700814480169184252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2700814480169184252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/05/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3744103588731345266</id><published>2008-04-20T19:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:33:51.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SAvSnn7qE0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kWsj7eDrpCI/s1600-h/0419082052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191474573650563906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="271" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SAvSnn7qE0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kWsj7eDrpCI/s320/0419082052.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the thinks I have to put up with. Boy, living with cats isn't easy. Katie had the nerve to lay on MY couch! Can you believe it? Then, when I asked her to move, she just layed there! So I climbed up and laid down to stake my claim and then, of all things, she started cleaning me! Good thing my brothers weren't looking! I wouldn't be able to live it down. But, I have to admit, it felt kind of nice to get my ears cleaned. Just don't tell anyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3744103588731345266?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3744103588731345266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3744103588731345266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3744103588731345266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3744103588731345266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/04/katie.html' title='Katie'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SAvSnn7qE0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/kWsj7eDrpCI/s72-c/0419082052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4036912888278397359</id><published>2008-04-19T15:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:12:20.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SApRJX7qEzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_iARJUzd2CI/s1600-h/0419081335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191050741982827314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" height="220" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SApRJX7qEzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_iARJUzd2CI/s320/0419081335.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are changes again! I don't like changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad went shopping this morning...came home with a new TV, TV stand and computer desk, then spent three hours putting it all together! Ok, So how do I know which room to lay in? The new TV, or the old? Where Sam is, so we can keep each other warm, or where Lucie is, just because I want to bug her?! I really like the picture on the new TV, but I like the old TV too? I am so confused! But don't you worry, I was right there helping them put everything together...I know they couldn't do it without my help. I read the directions for Dad, and then helped him put it all together. I know, I am such a good Dog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what really bothered me the most? They didn't bring anything home for me! Can you believe it? They even bought Blue Bird Houses, But Nothing For ME! Do they like the birds better than they like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so warm today, I heard Dad say it reached 84! Summer must be here! Talk about a beautiful day to spend outside? It was wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4036912888278397359?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4036912888278397359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4036912888278397359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4036912888278397359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4036912888278397359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/04/changes.html' title='Changes!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/SApRJX7qEzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_iARJUzd2CI/s72-c/0419081335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3603709601407913772</id><published>2008-04-06T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:43:52.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring!</title><content type='html'>I love this weather...we have been outside, playing in the yard, almost all day!  Dad is driving around on the 4 wheeler with this big, round thing behind him...heard mom say it was doing a good job flattening out the yard?  What does that mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went outside to play, and I was yelling at the neighbor kids playing across the street, and Mean Mom put the bark collar on me.  WTH!!! Doesn't she know I am the only one who can keep the neighbors in line?  They can't keep walking by our house and playing in their yards like they have been.  Someone needs to set some limits for them!  Boy, she doesn't realize how out of control they are going to get if I can't talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent the afternoon laying in the sun on the back deck.  Boy, this is a rough life for a dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3603709601407913772?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3603709601407913772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3603709601407913772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3603709601407913772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3603709601407913772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring.html' title='Spring!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-773355708030548388</id><published>2008-04-05T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:01:25.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Today?</title><content type='html'>Sadie feels better...it has stopped raining, although the sun still is not out.  I really want to go for a walk today.  I love this time of year, not too hot, not too cold.  Perfect walking weather.  Maybe Mom and Dad will walk today since Sadie feels  better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-773355708030548388?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/773355708030548388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=773355708030548388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/773355708030548388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/773355708030548388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/04/walk-today.html' title='Walk Today?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-8462401642266451109</id><published>2008-04-03T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:07:04.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie Doesn't Feel Well</title><content type='html'>What's up with this? Sadie has been throwing up all day, so all we get with 53 degrees and sunshine is playing through the yard? I want to go for a walk!!! I know Sadie doesn't feel well, and really, I feel bad, but I want to go out and explore! What is up with that! It is wonderful outside!! Come on Sadie, get with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and what is with this Wii thing?  Dad has already hit Katie and Zach with it?  Why is it so fun?  I want to play too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8462401642266451109?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8462401642266451109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8462401642266451109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8462401642266451109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8462401642266451109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadie-doesnt-feel-well.html' title='Sadie Doesn&apos;t Feel Well'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1552664550586303254</id><published>2008-03-29T15:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:53:23.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think they figured it out!</title><content type='html'>I went for a walk today, just me and Mom...and I was having so much fun, I forgot to pull on the leash and pretend like I was choking...do you think she knows I was faking it the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said it was cold out, so we only walked for a mile or so.  Sadie was at the groomers, so it was just me and MOM...that was awesome!  I rarely get one on one time.  But I was so excited, there were so many smells, the neighbor dogs were trying to get me to come an play... I forgot to pretend that I cannot stand the leash....darn!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mom and Dad are on to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1552664550586303254?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1552664550586303254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1552664550586303254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1552664550586303254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1552664550586303254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-they-figured-it-out.html' title='I think they figured it out!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6018614565259642127</id><published>2008-03-27T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:50:12.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for a Walk!</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love going for walks!  OMG!  The smells that are out there in the world!  Mom and Dad have been taking us for walks the past couple of nights, and it has been awesome!  Tonight it was Sadie, Lucie and me and we had so much fun!  (Although I did feel bad for Sam but Mom said he couldn't afford to use up the extra calories)  Mom left Sam a bowl of ice instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many kids and dogs in our neighborhood.  They come over and pet me and I just love it!  Then, while we were walking, Sadie found a piece of Easter chocolate!  I was so jealous!  But Dad yelled, Mom took it out of her mouth and so I figured she must be in some kind of trouble.  Glad it wasn't me, cuz Dad said it wasn't good for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, they make us wear these things called leashes???!!!  I hate it!  It makes me choke and gag and I can't go where I really want to go.  What is their problem?  Tonight, the neighbor dog was walking behind us and growling and I couldn't go and bark back at him.   Besides, it makes me choke...what is up with that?  Why can't I walk where I want to walk, life just isn't fair!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-6018614565259642127?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6018614565259642127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6018614565259642127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6018614565259642127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6018614565259642127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/going-for-walk.html' title='Going for a Walk!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-7163185101076557767</id><published>2008-03-25T19:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:00:00.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><content type='html'>Signs of Spring are all around...I can see grass, Sam is uncovering more poop, Lucie is finding the bird seed that has been hiding all winter under the snow and Sadie has a new spring in her step, wanting to play ball and chasing the squirrels into the woods.  I love this time of year!  It stays light later, and the weather is warmer, but I really love the wind!  The way it blows my ears back, sends leaves racing across the yard, and just brings all these wonderful smells into the yard for me to check out!  Spring is Here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-7163185101076557767?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/7163185101076557767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=7163185101076557767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/7163185101076557767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/7163185101076557767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-9017041330997120670</id><published>2008-03-22T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:39:25.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-V8eh5M0cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mcShMqnrqQY/s1600-h/sunshi+ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180683810295828930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-V8eh5M0cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mcShMqnrqQY/s320/sunshi+ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, this is the life! It may be cold outside, but laying here, safe and snug inside, the sun feels really great! The only problem is that I have to share the sunshine with all these other animals! I wonder why Dad and Mom don't like to lay here with us? I wouldn't lick their faces, really, I wouldn't...but I can't promise what Sam and Lucie would do. So, I decided to let Katie lay with us. She said she would clean my ears if I let her have Prime Spot in the sunshine! What a deal! I think I got the better of her, but she doesn't realize it. The only problem is that Zach (the tough cat) decided he wants to lay with us too. He is really pushy! How dare he think he can take up some of my sunshine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad took us outside today, it was a lot colder out there than it looked. He cleaned up some of the yard (wouldn't let Sam help!), but got mad at me when I kept warning the neighbors not to come to close! They really should know just how tough I am. I do have a house to protect, you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-9017041330997120670?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/9017041330997120670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=9017041330997120670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/9017041330997120670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/9017041330997120670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-life.html' title='This is the Life!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-V8eh5M0cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mcShMqnrqQY/s72-c/sunshi+ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-8141276178372318552</id><published>2008-03-19T09:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:32:55.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says Cats are Smarter than Dogs???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-EV7EogqeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S24d2lLPD6k/s1600-h/abbytub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179445151052900834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-EV7EogqeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S24d2lLPD6k/s320/abbytub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom was nice enough to take this picture for me. This is Abby, she is one of the four PITA's, I mean cats, that live with me. Every morning Abby thinks she is so cool because she can jump in the tub and she usually makes sure to do it while I am watching because she knows my short legs will never make it. Most mornings, it is empty...but boy did she get a surprise this morning!!! :-D And she wasn't very happy about it either! That'll show her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8141276178372318552?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8141276178372318552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8141276178372318552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8141276178372318552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8141276178372318552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-says-cats-are-smarter-than-dogs.html' title='Who Says Cats are Smarter than Dogs???'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R-EV7EogqeI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S24d2lLPD6k/s72-c/abbytub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3077763116474057818</id><published>2008-03-08T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:25:23.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R9L2E0ogqdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oiTP88tPMKY/s1600-h/rustyrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175469484510587346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R9L2E0ogqdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oiTP88tPMKY/s320/rustyrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is raining today, not only is it raining, it is pouring! I was outside an hour ago, and look at my hair, it is still wet and sticking up! You would think Mom or Dad would blow it dry for me, but Noooo, they just look at me and laugh and make fun of me. Don't they realize that hurts my feelings? I pride myself on how good I look and I really don't appreciate being made fun of. They don't make fun of Lucie's hair (of course it really doesn't look any different!). We were supposed to get a snowstorm, but instead, we got all this rain. I can't even walk outside without my tail getting soaking wet. I don't think I have ever seen so much water in my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3077763116474057818?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3077763116474057818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3077763116474057818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3077763116474057818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3077763116474057818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-raining.html' title='It&apos;s Raining!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R9L2E0ogqdI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oiTP88tPMKY/s72-c/rustyrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1108481534688633743</id><published>2008-03-02T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:31:08.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R8tGVT7iSKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P7MrfsIRN8c/s1600-h/sunshi+ne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173305928906328226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R8tGVT7iSKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P7MrfsIRN8c/s320/sunshi+ne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a nice day out today! We had sunshine, snow on the ground and Dad Snowblowing! It was so relaxing laying in the sun, getting a tan, chasing the cats away so they didn't get a sunburn, good thing I am around to protect them! Then, Dad went outside and snowblowed a path for us to play in! Good thing too, cuz Lucie is a baby and doesn't like to run through the deep snow. I can though, cuz I am bigger than her! I just love playing outside in the snow, everything is clean and white, I can follow the squirrels path better and sometimes the snow is deep enough that we don't get zapped on the invisible fence and I can make it all the way to the woods, although, not today, sadly...but we still had fun out there. Now, Dad and Mom are relaxing and watching the race and life is good, we can all curl up on the couch, snuggle with them and keep warm. My kind of day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1108481534688633743?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1108481534688633743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1108481534688633743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1108481534688633743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1108481534688633743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/03/laying-in-sun.html' title='Laying in the Sun'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R8tGVT7iSKI/AAAAAAAAAGc/P7MrfsIRN8c/s72-c/sunshi+ne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6685261043852744742</id><published>2008-02-24T10:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:25:16.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to show you how much fun my house is on a Sunday Morning!  I know that EVERYONE in the family looks forward to watching Lucie and I wrestle, especially at 7:00 in the morning!  Great way to start your day  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can also see my brother Sam, he is just watching this time, but usually, he is right in the middle of things, and boy is he a good wrestler, he can pin me with only half a paw!  What a BLAST!  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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae75be7afaefefbf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6685261043852744742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6685261043852744742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6685261043852744742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6685261043852744742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/wrestling.html' title='Wrestling!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-2277073715528116542</id><published>2008-02-18T08:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:42:25.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrels!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R7mLD4tVyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PV7yhN8foQ4/s1600-h/feeders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168314946262780450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R7mLD4tVyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PV7yhN8foQ4/s320/feeders.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about the squirrels that have been coming to our yard. There are at least 8 of them and they are terrible creatures. Can you believe that they will not listen to me? They won't get off the bird feeders no matter how much I bark at them. They even sit there looking at me as if to tease me! I know they are laughing because of the invisible barrier that I can't seem to get through...the one Sam gets nose prints all over. I have decided to make it my mission today to bark as much as possible at these squirrels and scare the crap out of them so that maybe they will stay out of my yard and stop teasing me and my brothers and sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-2277073715528116542?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/2277073715528116542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=2277073715528116542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2277073715528116542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2277073715528116542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/squirrels.html' title='Squirrels!!!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R7mLD4tVyiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/PV7yhN8foQ4/s72-c/feeders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1891499161499633996</id><published>2008-02-14T16:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:34:14.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is this Valentine's Day all About anyway?</title><content type='html'>I hear today is Valentine's Day...Anyone want to explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can figure is that everyone is getting treats but us dogs!  What is up with that?  Now, I know chocolate isn't good for us dogs, but a little piece once in a while can't hurt, can it?   And all these hugs and niceness...gosh, makes me want to puke!  All that is important is that there is someone around to rub my belly...think you can manage that?  And a little trip back into the woods wouldn't hurt either, just don't tell Mom and Dad, OK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1891499161499633996?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1891499161499633996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1891499161499633996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1891499161499633996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1891499161499633996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-what-is-this-valentines-day-all_14.html' title='So what is this Valentine&apos;s Day all About anyway?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3361765975411700501</id><published>2008-02-13T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T12:44:53.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Am I in TROUBLE</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that I was only following Sadie, she is the oldest in the family and I figure if it is OK for her, then it must be OK for me too!&lt;br /&gt;It all started when Mom let us out to play in the snow. She was doing laundry, and we knew we had a few extra minutes before she would make us come in. Now, Sadie doesn't have an Invisible Fence Collar on, I heard Mom and Dad say it was because she knows how to behave and doesn't go far. But Sam, Lucie and I are forced into wearing these torturous devices. So, as usual, Sadie goes off into the woods, just far enough to make sure the squirrels stay up in the tree and don't come over into our bird feeders. Then she looked at the three of us and started teasing and taunting us! Well, we all looked at each other and decided that if we were going to get tortured, may as well make it worth our while...so we all ran for it. Sam told me that if you run fast enough it only hurts for a second or two. He was right! It was so much fun!!! Oh my God, talk about wonderful smells and fun and trees and rocks and sticks! It was like being in heaven, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then Mom figured it out! Oh shit, were we in trouble! I really knew we were in for it because Mom was yelling and clapping her hands and Sam went running, he isn't stupid like Lucie and I are. Once Mom put her boots on, I got so scared I didn't know where to run... So I just sat there until she came over to me and gave me a push in the right direction. Boy was she pissed at us. Lucie went running (never knew she could go that fast), but I passed her by in 2 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am going to have to sit on the couch, all by myself the rest of the day, Mom still doesn't look happy and I know darn well that she is going to tell Dad on us as soon as he gets home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3361765975411700501?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3361765975411700501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3361765975411700501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3361765975411700501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3361765975411700501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/boy-am-i-in-trouble.html' title='Boy, Am I in TROUBLE'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4843934805201157552</id><published>2008-02-12T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:16:55.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Visit to Mom's Work</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the best!  The girl and her friend brought me to Mom's work.  Now, don't get me wrong, at first I was a little nervous about where we were going.  I thought for sure we were on our way to the vet and it was time for shots and ears and being poked and all that stuff that really is not fun at all.  But then, they let me out of the car and there was Mom just waiting for me!  I was so excited.  Next thing I knew I was being hugged and loved  by all these people!  It was awesome!  And then, they put me down, unhooked that stupid leash that chokes the heck out of me, and I was free!  I was so happy, and there were so many people around, I didn't know what to do!  I just ran and ran and ran around in circles!  It was the best!  Then even more people came in and pet me and picked me up and cuddled me.  Gosh, life just doesn't get any better than that!  I know I am cute, but with everyone petting my ears and rubbing my belly...WOW!!!  I hope I get to go to Mom's work more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4843934805201157552?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4843934805201157552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4843934805201157552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4843934805201157552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4843934805201157552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-visit-to-moms-work.html' title='My Visit to Mom&apos;s Work'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4266988761639429650</id><published>2008-02-09T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:47:45.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Visitors!</title><content type='html'>Today was fun!  I chased  Lucie around a few times...she can never outrun me!  I took Sam outside for Mom and showed him how to walk across the pond when the ice is thin, I sat with Dad and helped him watch  the race, and I cleaned all the ice cubes out of the water bowl so no one hurt their teeth on them.  Oh yeah, I also chased all the neighbors away so they didn't keep walking in front of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was busy.  But I still found the time to keep Katie warm and let her clean my ears.  Then we decided that Sadie needed some exercise so I took her ball away and made her chase me around for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, my favorite part is that the girl and her friend are here for a few days. I always love it when there is someone new to give me some extra attention.  He seems really nice too, never minds petting me when I jump on his lap and remind him that the way to a dogs heart is through rubbing his ears!!!  :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the boy has friends over and they are all down the cellar playing rock  band.  As long as they all pet me before they leave, I am ok with all the extra company!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4266988761639429650?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4266988761639429650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4266988761639429650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4266988761639429650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4266988761639429650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-visitors.html' title='All the Visitors!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6453442272821065183</id><published>2008-02-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:06:52.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Helpful</title><content type='html'>I enjoy being helpful.  Why, just today, I helped Mom with the work she brought home this afternoon, kept her lap warm and cleaned her face for her...then pressed a few buttons on the laptop.  I helped Lucie get some exercise, made sure to chase her a few times around the house while Mom was trying to work.  Then I helped Dad clean out the litter box, made sure that there wasn't as much in there so he didn't have to work so hard.  I also helped Mom cook dinner, she was able to step on my tail a few times and I made sure to clean up anything she might have spilled on the floor because she tripped over me!!!  Now, I am resting for the evening, because I have to make sure that I am awake enough when Mom and Dad go to bed so that they can wake up a few times during the night to take a rest stop if they need to!  Boy, I really enjoy being helpful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-6453442272821065183?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6453442272821065183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6453442272821065183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6453442272821065183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6453442272821065183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/being-helpful.html' title='Being Helpful'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-8324334408961149435</id><published>2008-02-05T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T17:02:35.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Dad!!!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to wish my Dad a Happy Birthday!  He is 46 years old Young!!!  :-) and every year he is getting younger because he plays with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you stop in and wish him a great Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though he has to go watch the boy play volleyball instead of go out and have a drink on me! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Trophyguy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theangryengraver.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.theangryengraver.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8324334408961149435?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8324334408961149435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8324334408961149435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8324334408961149435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8324334408961149435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-to-my-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday to my Dad!!!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3311840280595050487</id><published>2008-01-31T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:11:19.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$92 worth of Dog Food</title><content type='html'>Ok, let's talk about this.  If you have been reading my stories, then you know Sam has been sick.  What I don't get is why Mom and Dad spend so much money on him?  Don't they realize that no matter how much money they spend, he is still going to eat dog poop! (And cat poop too if he can get to it before me!)  So I heard them talking how they spent $92 on Sam's food and it is only going to last him 2 weeks!!!  Now, I want to know this, when they buy presents for the boy and girl, they make sure the spend about the same amount of money...does that mean I have $92 worth of bones in my future???  That would be awesome!!! &lt;br /&gt;But seriuosly, if the food helps Sam to feel better, I guess it will be worth it.  He really is fun to wrestle with, although I kind of like the fact that lately, he is a "lightweight"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3311840280595050487?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3311840280595050487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3311840280595050487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3311840280595050487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3311840280595050487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/92-worth-of-dog-food.html' title='$92 worth of Dog Food'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4408629162775694908</id><published>2008-01-30T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:52:58.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Lightening</title><content type='html'>This morning, while Dad was getting ready for work, there was this really loud noise.  Dad said it was thunder, and then there was a huge bright light!  I thought someone was taking my picture again because everyone loves to take my picture :-)  For some reason, Sadie hightailed it right into the laundry room.  She was shaking and wouldn't talk to me.  I tried to tell her it was OK, that Dad knew what the loud noise was and I am not afraid of getting my picture taken, but she just wouldn't listen!  I mean, the noise wasn't that bad, no louder than when the boy plays drums, know what I mean?  Well, anyway, talk about weird weather.  That was today.  After the loud noise and stuff, it started to rain, then it started to snow, it was very windy and very cold all day.  I was even too cold to make my snow angels!  Now that's cold.  I made Mom promise to take a picture of my next snow angel to show you, so keep on checking my page so you don't miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4408629162775694908?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4408629162775694908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4408629162775694908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4408629162775694908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4408629162775694908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/thunder-and-lightening.html' title='Thunder and Lightening'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4634060873408063447</id><published>2008-01-26T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:53:17.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo's in my bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5vV6BjhqEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tYzaVJbMDgo/s1600-h/Rusty_011%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159952990909605954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5vV6BjhqEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tYzaVJbMDgo/s320/Rusty_011%5B1%5D.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is a picture of Oreo in my bed. Now, I don't usually mind sharing, but Oreo is not very nice to me! So, how dare she sleep in my bed! Mom took a picture for me so you could see what I am talking about. Now, I love my crate, it is where I sleep when Mom and Dad are not home. I have my own blanket, toys and water dish. It is my favorite spot to sleep besides with Mom and Dad! But Oreo is such a rude cat! She usually walks by with her nose and tail up in the air! She sits on a chair and swats me whenever I come by and sniff her to say hi! She always complain when I try to play with her and she runs to Mom and Dad every time I try to play chase with her! So, what gives her the right to think she can sleep in my bed? It just isn't right! No Fair!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4634060873408063447?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4634060873408063447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4634060873408063447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4634060873408063447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4634060873408063447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/oreos-in-my-bed.html' title='Oreo&apos;s in my bed!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5vV6BjhqEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tYzaVJbMDgo/s72-c/Rusty_011%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1961273736116254008</id><published>2008-01-22T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:37:34.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Problems</title><content type='html'>I overheard Dad and Mom talking.  Sam has something called E-Coli???  I don't really know what that means, but they sounded like it was pretty bad.  After all this time that Sam has been sick, I guess they finally know what is wrong with him.  He got so skinny!  But, I have to admit that it really didn't slow him down any.  He is still a pretty good wrestler, as you can tell from the video on my last blog!!!  :-)   He has to take more medicine, but they tell me he is going to be OK in no time at all!  I sure hope so, it isn't much fun wrestling with him when you can feel every one of his bones...I can't wait to have my brother back in shape!  I have great games planned for us!  :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1961273736116254008?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1961273736116254008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1961273736116254008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1961273736116254008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1961273736116254008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/sams-problems.html' title='Sam&apos;s Problems'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-2908166220791920880</id><published>2008-01-21T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:42:53.356-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5VD0K-wxtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/njAmo7apP6M/s1600-h/Rusty+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158103511802627794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5VD0K-wxtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/njAmo7apP6M/s320/Rusty+010.JPG" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so I really don't know what Martin Luther King Day is, but I do know that Mom and the boy both got to stay home with me today :-) Poor Dad had to go to work :-( Anytime I get extra company, besides my sister Lucie of course, is a good day to me. I have been keeping an eye on everyone for Mom today. She won't have to worry about anything with me on guard. I chased the squirrels away this morning, made sure Oreo didn't come wandering around and bugging anyone, slept on the blanket that Lucie warmed up for me and barked as the snowmobilers drove by. I also made sure that no one got too warm laying in the sun for too long. Wouldn't want them to get a sunburn! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot! I got to play in the snow again! That is my favorite! 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5HysK-wxrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YW1etfd-MUw/s320/couch.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh My God! Mom is home early again! I am so excited, I can't stop running in circles!!! Hope Lucie is ready to play. Sam and Sadie are wrestling and they won't let me join in, so Lucie is my partner for the day! Here we go, round and round, through the kitchen, into the family room, zip through the living room, dining room and back to the kitchen. Boy this is a blast!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to rest for a minute. Good thing Mom likes it when I sit on her lap and lick her face so that she can rub my belly. Nothing finishes up a good round of wrestling like a belly rub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie and Sam are finally tired too. They are both drinking out of the water dish at the same time; and there goes Lucie, as soon as the sun comes out, she won't play with me, just wants to lay in the sun and take a nap...how boring! I have been cooped up all morning in my crate and it is time to run! I bet I can get her to wake up! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8820969955061345346?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8820969955061345346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8820969955061345346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8820969955061345346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8820969955061345346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/moms-home.html' title='Mom&apos;s Home'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R5HysK-wxrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YW1etfd-MUw/s72-c/couch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1620946261849272009</id><published>2008-01-16T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:49:25.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucie and Oreo</title><content type='html'>I was trying to lay with Mom this afternoon.  I could tell she wasn't feeling well, and I know how much she enjoys it when I lay on her and lick her face so she can go to sleep.  But then Lucie and Oreo start butting in trying to lay with Mom too and they are a pain in the butt.  I mean, jeepers, all they do is lay there!  How can that be any fun for Mom?  So I was barking at Oreo trying to get her to liven up a little and Lucie starts growling.  So, mom gets mad at them and kicks us all off.  Boy, they sure know how to ruin a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1620946261849272009?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1620946261849272009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1620946261849272009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1620946261849272009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1620946261849272009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/lucie-and-oreo.html' title='Lucie and Oreo'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1182052339092290071</id><published>2008-01-13T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T10:03:23.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come'/><title type='text'>What Does Come Mean to you?</title><content type='html'>I am trying to figure this out.  My Mom and Dad keep yelling 'come'...what does it mean?  Whenever they yell it, I sit there and wait for them to come to me, but they don't, so I am really getting confused.   Then they yell 'house' and I wait for them to go into the house, but, again, they don't.  I have been working for a long time now on training them, and for some reason, they just can't get it.  I think that after a certain age, (not saying they are old or anything like that) humans just can't be trained anymore.  But, as any good dog will do, I will keep on working on them and give them every opportunity to improve.  I have noticed that their voices are now able to yell much louder, so apparently, they are getting better at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1182052339092290071?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1182052339092290071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1182052339092290071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1182052339092290071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1182052339092290071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-does-come-mean-to-you.html' title='What Does Come Mean to you?'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-7157287270866783637</id><published>2008-01-08T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:43:28.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volleyball'/><title type='text'>The Boy</title><content type='html'>The boy is playing drums!  I love when he plays drums.  I can lay on the floor and my belly shakes (plus other things I won't mention here)!  It is a blast!  Dad seems to like the song he is playing.  I do too.  Sounds like 'Tom Sawyer' by Rush.  He is a really good drummer.  I don't think Lucie likes it though, cuz she is hiding her head under Mom's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad went to watch the boy play volleyball tonight.  I don't really know what volleyball is, but the boy really likes it.  I know they use a BIG white ball and I heard them talking about how the boy hit the ball so hard, he hurt one of the other players.  They were laughing and talking about how tall the boy is and that helps him hit it over something called a net.  I guess he can jump up and hit it over the net so hard that the other kids were backing away.  That sounds like a blast!  I wish I could play volleyball.  I think I will ask Mom and Dad if I can go to the next game.  I bet I am tall enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-7157287270866783637?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/7157287270866783637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=7157287270866783637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/7157287270866783637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/7157287270866783637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/boy.html' title='The Boy'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3050701594247779102</id><published>2008-01-06T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:02:32.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday Afternoons</title><content type='html'>There is nothing like a lazy Sunday afternoon.  You get to race around and wrestle with your brothers and sisters, go outside to play for a while and then curl up with Mom and Dad when they finally sit down.  Lucie is in one of her moods, she just keeps trying to curl up with Mom cuz she thinks Mom is going to protect her!  No way!  I know she is really just playing hard to get and so I make sure to chase her right of Mom's lap and then we can run around and around and around the house.  I think Mom and Dad really like it when we do that, cuz they are always shouting and cheering us on!  Then Sadie starts to bark and I think she is telling us to go faster!  So, of course, we go faster!  Then Sam starts to join in and we really get the fur flying!  It is so funny to watch him run into the table after we run under it!  :-)  Mom and Dad don't know that we do that on purpose!!!  But Sam's a good kid, he is still under the weather, but he is lucky cuz he gets fed special now, some kind of juicy canned food that I can't seem to sneak in and grab when Dad gives it to him.  But I am working on it.  Betcha I will get it next time!  Enjoy your Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3050701594247779102?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3050701594247779102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3050701594247779102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3050701594247779102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3050701594247779102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazy-sunday-afternoons.html' title='Lazy Sunday Afternoons'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1934358240372991536</id><published>2008-01-03T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:08:25.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><title type='text'>Sleeping In</title><content type='html'>This morning I got to sleep in.  The girl must not have had to work, because after Dad and Mom left for work, I was able to go back to bed.  I could tell she really wanted me to sleep with her, she kept calling my name really loudly whenever I would bark at the neighbors.  So I jumped right up into bed with her and gave her one of my best good morning kisses!  Right in the Face!  Everyone loves my kisses!  Then I pushed everyone else out of the way and cuddled right up on top of her head to keep her warm.  Everyone knows that most of your body heat escapes out of your head and I wanted to make sure she was nice and warm.  :-)  I can just bet that she hopes I get to go back to bed with her again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1934358240372991536?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1934358240372991536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1934358240372991536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1934358240372991536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1934358240372991536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/sleeping-in.html' title='Sleeping In'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6822581397479329863</id><published>2008-01-01T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T17:01:18.086-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bonfire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3q4Cq-wxqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yL4slccBHxc/s1600-h/rusty+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150631479888365218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3q4Cq-wxqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yL4slccBHxc/s320/rusty+snow.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, Mom and Dad had a party! That was so much fun! There were lots of people here to pet me and I got to play in the snow and help Dad make a great big bonfire! Then, if I got too cold, I could go inside and play with the boy and girl and their friends. All I had to do to go back outside was scratch at the door and bark. I can't understand why everyone gets so upset with me? It is the only way the door opens, don't they know that? The best thing about a party is that everyone manages to drop some food and since I am faster than Lucie (and definitely cuter) I make it to the snacks first! Yum, Yum! I could've used some snow boots yesterday, though. Everytime I went outside, the snow would stick to my fur so bad that I had snowballs on my legs. Dad took my picture so I could show you what I mean. I must have looked pretty cute, because people kept on smiling at me and laughing. I just love having fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-6822581397479329863?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6822581397479329863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6822581397479329863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6822581397479329863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6822581397479329863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3q4Cq-wxqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yL4slccBHxc/s72-c/rusty+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-566479476512376295</id><published>2007-12-31T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T09:01:49.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>It Snowed Last Night!</title><content type='html'>WOW, it snowed last night!  This is so much fun!  I get to make all kinds of new snow tracks!  The snow is so deep, it goes all the way up to my ears!  And it is so pretty on the trees, I will attach a picture later, so you can all see how pretty it looks out here.  It also means that the squirrels and the deer will be around looking for food and that means even more fun for me!  I get to chase them...HooRay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the boy's birthday.  I heard Mom and Dad say he is 17!  WOW, isn't that like over 100 in dog years???  He is really old!  :-)  Happy Birthday TJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-566479476512376295?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/566479476512376295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=566479476512376295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/566479476512376295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/566479476512376295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-snowed-last-night.html' title='It Snowed Last Night!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6578952922697171905</id><published>2007-12-30T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T17:10:58.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we had so much fun!  It was warm outside, so Dad and I took the rest of my brothers and sisters outside while we cleaned up the yard...I wonder why Sam keeps showing Dad what to clean up?? :-)  Poor Sam, all he is trying to do is help pick things up and he keeps on getting yelled at.  I thought they wanted the poop out of the yard?  I am confused...Anyway, after we cleaned up, it was time for Lucie and I to play!  I can outrun that little runt with my ears tied behind my head...slow poke!  But she sure is fun to chase! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took all the Christmas Decorations down.  Good thing I was there to help with that too.  Zach was trying to sleep in the stable where the manger belongs, but I made sure he was awake in time for them to carry it down the cellar.  Of course, then Zach and Abby both kept on bugging me to chase them, so I figured may as well make them both happy!  Ahhh, what a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-6578952922697171905?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6578952922697171905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6578952922697171905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6578952922697171905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6578952922697171905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-we-had-so-much-fun-it-was-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-4690645568869183250</id><published>2007-12-29T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T18:22:25.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3bTy6-wxpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aKHEz83NrBo/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149536095724160658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3bTy6-wxpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aKHEz83NrBo/s320/katie.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Saturday, my favorite day of the week! I get to sleep in with mom and dad and then I can be pretty sure that someone will be home with us most of the day! We get to play outside, run to the woods, bark at the neighbors and just have all kinds of fun. Then when I come in, I can curl up with Katie (my favorite cat!) and she will clean my ears for me and just make sure I look as handsome as ever. Lucie tried to butt in, but I wouldn't let her get away with it! Now, mom is baking and I am sure she will spill or drop something soon...it's almost dinner time :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-4690645568869183250?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/4690645568869183250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=4690645568869183250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4690645568869183250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/4690645568869183250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/12/gotta-love-weekend.html' title='Gotta Love The Weekend'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R3bTy6-wxpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aKHEz83NrBo/s72-c/katie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6641744698807121811</id><published>2007-12-25T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:40:20.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bone for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So, what is this Christmas that everyone has been talking about? For weeks now, I keep hearing about this special day and from everything I can tell, today was that day? Gee, the boy got this new game called Rock Band where he sits and plays drums to all these songs on the TV and the girl keeps laying on my couch with a guitar and they are having so much fun, they forgot that brothers and sisters are supposed to be arguing and picking on each other! Plus they haven't been paying any attention to me at all!  The girl got this thing called a camera...just so she could take more pictures of cute, little me!!! And all I got was this green bone and a little rabbit that squeaks when I bite it. And then Sam stole a piece of my bone from me! What is up with that?! So, I really don't think this Christmas thing is all it is cracked up to be, especially for us dogs! What was all the hype?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-6641744698807121811?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6641744698807121811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6641744698807121811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6641744698807121811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6641744698807121811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/12/bone-for-christmas.html' title='A Bone for Christmas!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-3172367835122531084</id><published>2007-12-06T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:31:10.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time</title><content type='html'>Boy, I really like this time of year!  The snow is flying and I am having so much fun!  Running through the snow, with it flying up all around you, is something every dog should get to enjoy!  I can't understand why my sister Lucie doesn't like it!  Course, she doesn't like anything to do with the cold!  But me, I could stay out and play for hours.  The snow is great.  I even make my own version of snow angels! Sam and Sadie like to play too, but Sam is always too interested in chasing the squirrels and the deer.  They are much more fun to bark at...Sadie just gets mad at me and starts to tell me what to do.  She really needs to lighten up and enjoy life a little more!  Get out there and make some snowmen!  I really like to bark at snowmen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-3172367835122531084?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/3172367835122531084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=3172367835122531084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3172367835122531084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/3172367835122531084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-time.html' title='Family Time'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-8013566501535640041</id><published>2007-11-24T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:41:29.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There's Lucie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R0hF6FhFc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Su2VORhQzFQ/s1600-h/Lucie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136432239231726450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R0hF6FhFc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Su2VORhQzFQ/s320/Lucie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever have one of those friends? You know the ones I mean. Everyone loves them, and you even like them, but sometimes you hate them because everyone likes them. Well, that's Lucie. She is so cute, everyone loves her. They all pick her up and pet her and want to take her home with them. We play together and wrestle and chase, and have so much fun. But sometimes, she really bugs me. I can never lay on mom's lap, because she is always there. At night, I try to get prime spot on the bed, but NOOOO, Lucie is there first! I mean, why do they let her get away with it??? She isn't as cute as me! She can't run as fast as me! And she has the WORST BREATH in the WORLD! I mean, you would really think that someone died in her mouth! Honestly. I try to help her out, I clean her teeth as often as she will let me, but it is beyond hope! There is just nothing more I can do. Mom even tries to brush her teet, give her milk bones, it's just gross! I put a picture of her for you to judge...what do you think? (Just don't forget to factor in the breath when you vote!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-8013566501535640041?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/8013566501535640041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=8013566501535640041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8013566501535640041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/8013566501535640041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-then-theres-lucie.html' title='And Then There&apos;s Lucie...'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/R0hF6FhFc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/Su2VORhQzFQ/s72-c/Lucie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6116906690374512111</id><published>2007-11-16T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:52:36.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother, Sam</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133590054906638962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/Rz4s9L0wMnI/AAAAAAAAABM/S2ddr4iVsTs/s320/sam.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my brother Sam is in the hospital :-( I miss him a lot. This morning, I tried really hard to cheer him up, and I think I was doing a good job, I was walking on him, trying to get that silly blanket off him, and I even tried to clean his teeth for him! But noooo! Mom said to leave him alone. Then Dad yelled at me too and I knew they were serious! They even let him stay inside when they went to work and I had to go out to the garage. But Mom came home at lunchtime and took him to see the Doctor and she said he wouldn't be home till tomorrow. I really miss him. It just isn't the same without him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing I like best about Sam is that he is really good at getting yelled at and getting into trouble! I look like an angel compared to him! I really like to wrestle and play chase with him, too, because Lucie gets so mad when we leave her out! I guess I will just have to wait until tomorrow. It's going to be a long night!&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/4469942941668145748-6116906690374512111?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6116906690374512111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6116906690374512111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6116906690374512111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6116906690374512111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-brother-sam.html' title='My Brother, Sam'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/Rz4s9L0wMnI/AAAAAAAAABM/S2ddr4iVsTs/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-2384892129193856243</id><published>2007-11-10T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:20:18.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadie, The Old Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzcH9SsC_BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2Qa4m-cpPsM/s1600-h/sadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131579049981967378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzcH9SsC_BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2Qa4m-cpPsM/s320/sadie.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for me to introduce Sadie, the oldest dog in the family. Sadie is around 75 years old (10 in people years). She is quite the goodie two-shoes...she really knows how to get my owners to yell at me and tell her what a good girl she is. She will start pawing at me, and act like she wants to play, and as soon as I start to really get into it, she starts barking and yelling at me. So, of course, they believe her and yell at me too! That is so not fair! :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie has a lot of weird habits, too. I don't know why they let her get away with it. Sadie doesn't' seem to like loud noises. Take Thunderstorms, for example. Thunderstorms are the worst. Fireworks rate right up there with Thunderstorms. If she is outside, she runs to the door and just cries to be let in. If she is inside, she will go find something to hide under (like the table in the living room that I can barely get under and she weighs 40 pounds more than me!) She is such a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is water. I have no clue what she thinks is so great about water. But boy, she absolutely loves it! When the boy splashes in the pool, or someone turns the hose on, she goes nuts. She actually tries to bite the water! What is up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you the weirdest...Sadie likes shadows and shinies. If the sun is out, and someone starts to move, she chases their shadow and tries to catch it! People have so much fun torturing her! After all these years, you would think she would have figured out that she is not going to catch it! As for shinies, forget it. Shinies are those glints you get off something when the sun shines on it. Well, She is like a crack addict! She won't take her eyes off it. She tries to catch it, jump on it, and eat it. What the heck!? Can't she tell they won't taste good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best part about Sadie, and yes, I am a little jealous, is the way she plays catch. I have heard stories about her when she was young. She used to play soccer with the boy and the girl when they were younger. She was the best goalie they ever saw. She could fit a soccer ball in her mouth and she even learned to throw it back to them! Now she usually plays with a tennis ball, but she is great at catching! That is something to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-2384892129193856243?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/2384892129193856243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=2384892129193856243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2384892129193856243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/2384892129193856243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/11/sadie-old-dog.html' title='Sadie, The Old Dog'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzcH9SsC_BI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2Qa4m-cpPsM/s72-c/sadie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-1202454556699575322</id><published>2007-11-06T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:30:56.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzDc_RImpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zma4c__OBvE/s1600-h/2732709110098283428MQvhGr_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129842955064354402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzDc_RImpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zma4c__OBvE/s320/2732709110098283428MQvhGr_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a lazy afternoon. Mom and the other brothers and sisters are just laying around in the living room, not doing much of anything! This is OK, for a little while, but man it does get boring! What the heck! How can they just lay around for so long! I mean it has been at least an hour. Do they really expect me to sit still for that long?! Oreo is starting to bug me. I mean, she sits on the chair in the dining room, stretches out her long tail and gives a little cat yawn. I know that what she really wants is for me to come over and play with her. But when I try, she gets mad and takes a swat at me. What’s up with that? If you don’t want to play, then don’t call me over! Geez! Then there is Lucie. I will tell you all about Lucie tomorrow, but for now, let’s just say that her favorite spot is curled up in a blanket, right next to mom. And she doesn’t share well either!!! Boy that makes me mad. So I got her back. I jumped up right on mom’s chest and got closer than Lucie! Ha Ha Ha! Gotcha! Then, of course, mom wanted to play, so she pushed me off so that I could jump back up! Yeah! That is one of my favorite games! I just love jumping on mom and dad! They are so good at that game, but everyone needs a little practice now and then. Weeee! OK, now that that is over, it is time to see if I can get Katie to clean my ears for me. She looks so lonely curled up on the pillow with her eyes shut tight! I will have to help her out. Ooops, I guess she needs a drink first, well, maybe I can keep her pillow warm for her while I wait for her to come back…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469942941668145748-1202454556699575322?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/1202454556699575322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=1202454556699575322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1202454556699575322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/1202454556699575322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-afternoon.html' title='Lazy Afternoon'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/RzDc_RImpmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Zma4c__OBvE/s72-c/2732709110098283428MQvhGr_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6147012642604030972</id><published>2007-11-04T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:48:39.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you about Oreo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129151224811529810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/Ry5n3RImplI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fbJY7Kadejw/s320/oreo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Oreo is one of my sisters... She is black and white (obviously with a name like OREO!) and she is one weird cat. I mean, like on a scale of 1 to 10, she is at least a 12! All the other cats in the house know enough to get out of my way, after all, I am the king of the house! But she thinks her sh*t doesn't stink and she struts around the house with her nose and her tail up in the air and won't even give me the time of day! So, I get even. I just love scaring the crap out of her! :-) I figured out that if she is walking through the living room, I can come up on her from the other side of the chair and just start running at her full speed. It is so much fun to watch her try to get a grip on the slippery floor! Then I go into a slide and she just keeps on running! It is worth all the yelling from my owners! They think I stop because they yell. I stop just because I love to slide on the floor! It's the best! But the best, is nighttime, when everyone has settled in all snug in their beds, and Oreo thinks she can sneak up on the bed without me knowing it. I wait until she gets up and thinks she is nice and safe, starts to lay down on her blanket at the end of the bed, and that's when I strike! I can make everyone jump out of bed with just one bark! Talk about POWER! I am awesome! &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/4469942941668145748-6147012642604030972?l=adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/feeds/6147012642604030972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469942941668145748&amp;postID=6147012642604030972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6147012642604030972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469942941668145748/posts/default/6147012642604030972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofrahrah.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-me-tell-you-about-oreo.html' title='Let me tell you about Oreo!'/><author><name>R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n4J9U-RmJfs/Ry5n3RImplI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fbJY7Kadejw/s72-c/oreo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469942941668145748.post-6664718460462732654</id><published>2007-11-03T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T19:57:47.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My name is Rusty and they call me Rah Rah.  I am a bossy little thing and I live with 3 other dogs, 4 cats and a Rabbit.  I love to bark at everything and nothing!  I tend to get in a little bit of trouble and can't wait to share my adventures with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay, all curled up on my blanket. What a great day today was! Got up a little late, went outside to pee and barked just enough to annoy my owners! Then I ate breakfast and went back to bed with my mom for a little while! Ah, the life! Dad left for work and mom just straightened up the house and stuff. Got to play outside and chase my big sister around while the old dog went and got her haircut! At least she wasn’t around to yell at me! I just love barking at everyone! My owners think I don’t know what I am barking at, but don’t you worry! I know exactly what I am doing! Annoying them and bossing the other dogs around. I tell them exactly what I want when I bark and they do it just to shut me up! I Told you I know what I am doing! But now, after dinner, just sitting and relaxing, chasing that stuck up black and white cat, I am content to just lie here by my dad and let everyone do their thing and listen to “the boy” play his drums. Love the vibrations on the floor. 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