<?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-34372616</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:53:44.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Snickers</title><subtitle type='html'>I rescued a rat terrier puppy from a no-kill shelter.  This blog is about living with a rescue animal; the joy, the tears, the satisfaction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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>202</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-510824739966238050</id><published>2010-07-09T08:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:06:11.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHLITZ AUDUBON NATURE CENTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcsE_YJ9PI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zPf8swoXjGQ/s1600/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcsE_YJ9PI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zPf8swoXjGQ/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491906734845457650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcpRfyJMzI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_4qBNK21DeQ/s1600/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcpRfyJMzI/AAAAAAAAA_k/_4qBNK21DeQ/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491903651167941426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDco5f2cd3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/XDBqYh0h5E4/s1600/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDco5f2cd3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/XDBqYh0h5E4/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491903238869120882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcom5liBCI/AAAAAAAAA_U/P_RiL_AiPtk/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcom5liBCI/AAAAAAAAA_U/P_RiL_AiPtk/s320/IMG_1609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491902919359988770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;This week we visited the Schlitz Audubon Nature Center near Lake Michigan. It was an overcast morning which gave us the opportunity to listen to the birds, see misty spider webs, and enjoy the scent of roses that hung thickly in the air. I love these old fashioned shrub roses, their foliage thickly spreading across the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;The dew hung heavily on the leaves and flower petals, making the scent hang in the air so thick you could swim through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;This peaceful walk was far from quiet. Life was all around me. At times I stood, closed my eyes and listened to the blackbirds, robins and chickadees. Squirrels called out their warnings to each other, spiders captured dinner in their webs and beetles happily munched on moist leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-510824739966238050?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.schlitzauduboncenter.com/' title='SCHLITZ AUDUBON NATURE CENTER'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/510824739966238050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=510824739966238050&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/510824739966238050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/510824739966238050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2010/07/schlitz-audubon-nature-center.html' title='SCHLITZ AUDUBON NATURE CENTER'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TDcsE_YJ9PI/AAAAAAAAA_0/zPf8swoXjGQ/s72-c/IMG_1599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-9032018207735714736</id><published>2010-06-06T08:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:07:41.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HERB GARDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAuqJ7yE0lI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IQwBBQfsw3g/s1600/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAuqJ7yE0lI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IQwBBQfsw3g/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479660459269608018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Snickers wants to show you her new herb garden. Besides tasting good, it's so much fun to look at and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAup1NCTPLI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AM8yzDEV80I/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAup1NCTPLI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AM8yzDEV80I/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479660103123811506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last year Snickers and I built the frame for an herb garden in the back yard. We filled it with dirt and fertilizer so this year we were able to plant the herbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAupNXJujjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/OQO7FKFtazI/s1600/IMG_1578.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAupNXJujjI/AAAAAAAAA-A/OQO7FKFtazI/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479659418644549170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;One of our friends gave us the little garden angel and some of the herbs. Isn't it pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-9032018207735714736?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/9032018207735714736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=9032018207735714736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9032018207735714736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9032018207735714736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2010/06/herb-garden.html' title='HERB GARDEN'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAuqJ7yE0lI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/IQwBBQfsw3g/s72-c/IMG_1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7577839696440878008</id><published>2010-06-01T21:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:53:38.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wehr Nature Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This month we visited the Wehr Nature Center. It was a rainy day, but we decided we wouldn't melt and braved the raindrops. It turned out to be a good decision. We discovered many spring flowers popping their blossoms. The center was in the midst of a sale of local perennials. Snickers helped plant these when I got home. 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You didn't do any work! Stay off my pillow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/34372616-7577839696440878008?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.county.milwaukee.gov/WehrNatureCenter10115.htm' title='Wehr Nature Center'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7577839696440878008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7577839696440878008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7577839696440878008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7577839696440878008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2010/06/wehr-nature-center.html' title='Wehr Nature Center'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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/_VLgVcTIZXV0/TAXEccbs65I/AAAAAAAAA9o/91iNw_71LWQ/s72-c/IMG_1520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-598102181696492259</id><published>2010-05-03T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:26:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox River Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/S9-DZfvaVUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jgrrhK9u1C4/s1600/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/S9-DZfvaVUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jgrrhK9u1C4/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467232946691396930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snickers has decided to go for Saturday mornings walks at some of the local parks. She still is limited to 2 mile walks, but that's a lot better than most people do who have all their legs. Snickers' friend Deb joined us. Snickers had lots of fun marking as many places as she could. It's important to make sure you spread your scent so everyone knows you are around. There sure are lots of funny smells around here. The is the Fox River Park in Waukesha Wisconsin. We had a nice trail to walk on, lots of trees, and a nice view of the river. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/S9-EfLmTSWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/sj8Gnya0heo/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/S9-EfLmTSWI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/sj8Gnya0heo/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467234143875320162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snickers never seems tired, but when I try to give her a rest so her legs don't get tired, she is all terrier! Even though Snickers only has three legs, she does not know she is any different than any other dog. It's her goal to keep on going. There are trees to mark, smells to sniff, and critters to growl at! Put me down!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-598102181696492259?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.waukeshacounty.gov/page.aspx?SetupMetaId=10978&amp;id=11086' title='Fox River Park'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/598102181696492259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=598102181696492259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/598102181696492259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/598102181696492259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2010/05/fox-river-park.html' title='Fox River Park'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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/_VLgVcTIZXV0/S9-DZfvaVUI/AAAAAAAAA9I/jgrrhK9u1C4/s72-c/IMG_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2777249771106453198</id><published>2009-10-04T18:54:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:02:00.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers is Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;It's been a busy three years. I finished my MBA and Snickers moved the family to a new house. Snickers never left my side. The first thing we decided to do was take a road trip. Snickers thought it would be fun to visit the farm so she invited her pal Toby to come along.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQoqJLCwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jA2DkbCI5Rw/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927088563260162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQoqJLCwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jA2DkbCI5Rw/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;It sure was a warm day! We helped to warm things up by cooking supper over the fire. It was worth the heat and we enjoyed a great dinner of stuffed peppers, rib eye and corn on the cob. Yummy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQpC8wMnI/AAAAAAAAA8w/SleUlbUVH98/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslReDWkuLI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ejkwnl8h0EE/s1600-h/IMG_1307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388928005863422130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslReDWkuLI/AAAAAAAAA9A/ejkwnl8h0EE/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslA7c5sSyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/uU1aub0Hn6M/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909819240139554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslA7c5sSyI/AAAAAAAAA7I/uU1aub0Hn6M/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Don't worry Snickers! We have food and water for all good little dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslAa4-AIHI/AAAAAAAAA7A/t7fXdzxMeKc/s1600-h/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388909259838726258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslAa4-AIHI/AAAAAAAAA7A/t7fXdzxMeKc/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Toby thought it would be better to look for people scraps. Hey, save some for Snickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslCWn1xQVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/P02oPPLdqpM/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911385544573266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslCWn1xQVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/P02oPPLdqpM/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslCXQXVW_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/aMmbESynEqs/s1600-h/IMG_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388911396422769650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslCXQXVW_I/AAAAAAAAA7o/aMmbESynEqs/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;After dinner, it's time for a little exercise. Hey, who put a mule in with the horses? Never fear, Snickers will take care of that! Uh oh. I didn't know the mule was in charge of the horses! Look out, Snickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslD8APgaoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/r-7Sy6_6TOU/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388913127261760130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslD8APgaoI/AAAAAAAAA7w/r-7Sy6_6TOU/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Can you see the little white spot between the legs of the mule on the left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Toby has seen enough. Time to dig a hole under the car and cool off a little bit. I'll bet a mule won't fit under here! Did you ever see a dirtier white dog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslFIxvRSGI/AAAAAAAAA74/kum2MCPP5t8/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388914446218381410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslFIxvRSGI/AAAAAAAAA74/kum2MCPP5t8/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Time to go home. Snickers is helping Uncle John with directions. No, not straight. Go left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslGUST6Q2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/_O9AYtKQKys/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388915743452185442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslGUST6Q2I/AAAAAAAAA8A/_O9AYtKQKys/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ssk9HPDphRI/AAAAAAAAA64/xJcSwG-Tihc/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslGU3LyQPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WdnMK-lz-yg/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388915753350217970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslGU3LyQPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WdnMK-lz-yg/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;It sure is nice to see everyone again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQp90cePI/AAAAAAAAA84/pb9QwLGQ5eo/s1600-h/IMG_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388927111024900338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQp90cePI/AAAAAAAAA84/pb9QwLGQ5eo/s320/IMG_1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2777249771106453198?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2777249771106453198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2777249771106453198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2777249771106453198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2777249771106453198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2009/10/snickers-is-back.html' title='Snickers is Back!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SslQoqJLCwI/AAAAAAAAA8o/jA2DkbCI5Rw/s72-c/IMG_1312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-9074942430889669931</id><published>2008-05-31T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:01:48.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Burns Her Bra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is confused. She doesn't know where to turn. How could it be? A woman finally wins enough votes to be a presidential nominee, but behind closed doors, the guys say, "Not so fast!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEH6UJ19fbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VCOtvVP-ACM/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206717868363578802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEH6UJ19fbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VCOtvVP-ACM/s400/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aren't we always being told every vote counts? Then let them count! We should not go back to the days of suffrage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEH6Up19fcI/AAAAAAAAApY/LRYPmMw3Yj0/s1600-h/IMG_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206717876953513410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEH6Up19fcI/AAAAAAAAApY/LRYPmMw3Yj0/s400/IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has decided she will burn her bra in protest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Let's count all votes, not just the ones they tell us should count. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The Democrats sure don't sound very democratic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEIBY519fdI/AAAAAAAAApg/8MDzxPFyEgI/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206725646549351890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEIBY519fdI/AAAAAAAAApg/8MDzxPFyEgI/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Protect your vote. Ask to have it counted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't let your vote go up in smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEIBZZ19feI/AAAAAAAAApo/kjCO0vbYrhA/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206725655139286498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEIBZZ19feI/AAAAAAAAApo/kjCO0vbYrhA/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-9074942430889669931?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women&apos;s_suffrage' title='Snickers Burns Her Bra'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/9074942430889669931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=9074942430889669931&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9074942430889669931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9074942430889669931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2008/05/snickers-burns-her-bra-how-can-hillary.html' title='Snickers Burns Her Bra'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SEH6UJ19fbI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VCOtvVP-ACM/s72-c/IMG_1168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-534291407960941083</id><published>2008-05-17T08:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:25:32.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers is Home Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We're back home and here to stay. At least until the next vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oIpRWSOI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n5wffqFCwxY/s1600-h/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349854874716386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oIpRWSOI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n5wffqFCwxY/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oJpRWSPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/937KS5G7dow/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349872054585586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oJpRWSPI/AAAAAAAAAoY/937KS5G7dow/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oKZRWSQI/AAAAAAAAAog/JY3M8aWyRHw/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201349884939487490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oKZRWSQI/AAAAAAAAAog/JY3M8aWyRHw/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We had a very busy month in April. Snickers spent more than half the month visiting Toby while we were jetting from one end of the country to another. We had the chance to visit the Master's Tournament in Augusta, Georgia and couldn't pass that up. We golfed four times while we had the chance. When we left Wisconsin it was raining and when we came home, it was sleeting. Today, it's sunny and will be 69 degrees. Hooray!! My spring flowers are in bloom and I can hear Robins warbling outside my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7pFJRWSRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ELJMwmanCNI/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201350894256802066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7pFJRWSRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ELJMwmanCNI/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7pF5RWSSI/AAAAAAAAAow/NM56GRIvJWg/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201350907141703970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7pF5RWSSI/AAAAAAAAAow/NM56GRIvJWg/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;During this vacation, we visited my daughter Adriane in Pasadena for her birthday. It was mostly warm and sunny. We visited Wilson Mountain, the Jet Propulsion Laboratory, and the Huntington Gardens. One day we went to Universal Studios and spent time in the recording studio where my son in law works. All in all, it's a great vacation when you can spend time with the ones you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7p_ZRWSTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8EfrUuy1ZXk/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351894984182066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7p_ZRWSTI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8EfrUuy1ZXk/s400/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7p_5RWSUI/AAAAAAAAApA/-T_VNTCXHVk/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201351903574116674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7p_5RWSUI/AAAAAAAAApA/-T_VNTCXHVk/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But for Snickers, she was home for only four days to rest, then back to Toby's house. My brother said that they played so hard, they were standing on their hind legs and wrestling like grizzly bears. Imagine that for a three legged dog! Small wonder she slept for two days solid when she got home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7qi5RWSVI/AAAAAAAAApI/I_mL93VALtY/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201352504869538130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7qi5RWSVI/AAAAAAAAApI/I_mL93VALtY/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snickers says, "There's no place like home, especially if there is a spot of sun and a good rawhide to chew! Hey, don't forget to scratch my ears!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-534291407960941083?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/534291407960941083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=534291407960941083&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/534291407960941083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/534291407960941083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2008/05/snickers-is-home-again.html' title='Snickers is Home Again'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/SC7oIpRWSOI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/n5wffqFCwxY/s72-c/IMG_0993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2616712152714668130</id><published>2008-04-03T19:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:13:43.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is a Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3PBjLnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fiPIO3eso2o/s1600-h/IMG_0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185190033377930866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3PBjLnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fiPIO3eso2o/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers and Toby got together for a nice walk to celebrate the snow FINALLY starting to melt. They are finding lots to sniff at. Toby is a little smaller, but Snickers keeps up while hopping on her remaining rear leg. She is a remarkable hunter. Even in the middle of the latest snow storm, she spotted a robin and took off through the latest fourteen inches of snow! Look at what good pals Toby and Snickers are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3fBjLoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Np41oKxl0kA/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185190037672898178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3fBjLoI/AAAAAAAAAoA/Np41oKxl0kA/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Even the sparrows are finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3vBjLpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/j_BJ6aRgHOs/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185190041967865490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3vBjLpI/AAAAAAAAAoI/j_BJ6aRgHOs/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; time to snuggle. They were busy collecting dry grass to line their nests. It took them a while to push all the snow out of their holes. We were worried that they wouldn't find enough to eat so I put out some peanut butter. They seem to be doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2616712152714668130?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2616712152714668130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2616712152714668130&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2616712152714668130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2616712152714668130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-is-long-time-coming.html' title='Spring is a Long Time Coming'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R_V-3PBjLnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/fiPIO3eso2o/s72-c/IMG_0989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6581379425888647641</id><published>2008-02-10T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:51:07.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow for Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_mEfAP6I/AAAAAAAAAng/lFFRcTRw3oo/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165487589632786338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_mEfAP6I/AAAAAAAAAng/lFFRcTRw3oo/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_nEfAP7I/AAAAAAAAAno/FCEkOyrVoSo/s1600-h/IMG_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165487606812655538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_nEfAP7I/AAAAAAAAAno/FCEkOyrVoSo/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_nkfAP8I/AAAAAAAAAnw/bpRjJSIj3Gw/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165487615402590146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_nkfAP8I/AAAAAAAAAnw/bpRjJSIj3Gw/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have enough snow! Please, no more snow! This is a winter like we used to get when I was a little girl. It looks like the weather is definately beginning to cycle back to the days when we were worried about a new ice age. Can you believe this is what we were taught in grade school? I have heard rumblings from a some climatologists that this may actually be happening. Who knows? That's for somebody else to battle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All Snickers and I know, this is too much snow for a three legged dog to handle! Today it is below zero and now it is a battle to get Snickers to go outside to do her business. It doesn't take long for her to get the job done and run right back inside! No chasing ground squirrels or bunnies through the snow today.&lt;/span&gt;&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/34372616-6581379425888647641?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6581379425888647641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6581379425888647641&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6581379425888647641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6581379425888647641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-for-snickers.html' title='Snow for Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R69_mEfAP6I/AAAAAAAAAng/lFFRcTRw3oo/s72-c/IMG_0986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4983495459064574494</id><published>2007-12-29T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:52:58.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has been very busy over the last couple of months. She helped me get an "A" on my final accounting class, and worked with me on my first marketing class. I finished the class today! Poor Snickers is getting tired of all this schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We are having a beautiful snowy Christmas season. Snickers' friend Toby is visiting while his humans are off to sunny Florida. They don't know what they are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bJZBEBg5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/cuuHj_zDca4/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149524655563965330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bJZBEBg5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/cuuHj_zDca4/s400/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers and Toby are working hard to get to know each other. There is a lot of playing and fussing and snuggling. Snickers is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the boss of the show. She has been very busy teaching Toby the house rules, especially the one about the new guy not being allowed to eat anything. The humans have had to step in to be sure that Toby gets his fair share. Just to make up for it, Toby makes sure he gets lots of hugs and pats from those same humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bKzREBg6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/88nD9Vv2yyk/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149526206047159202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bKzREBg6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/88nD9Vv2yyk/s400/IMG_0959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes Toby thinks he is still at home and pretends he is the Prince of the household. Snickers lets him think that, because while he is busy playing Prince, Snickers is able to steal off with some of Toby's chew toys. So many chew toys, so little time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bLdxEBg7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ma97aa6V-2U/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149526936191599538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bLdxEBg7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/Ma97aa6V-2U/s400/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes, after going for walks with the humans, there just needs to be a little quiet time before the chasing and "All-Dog Wrestling" begins again. After seven inches of snow, it takes a lot of energy for those little legs to make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bMYREBg8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O-Lr1SG3ERA/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149527941213946818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bMYREBg8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O-Lr1SG3ERA/s400/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Toby's legs are a little shorter than Snickers and so he is able to sneak under the bed faster than Snickers. Snickers follows Toby, but gets stuck because it takes her longer to get out with only one rear leg for traction. In the meantime, Toby jumps on the bed to get a prime sleeping spot. After a few nips and a little scolding, all is forgiven. Best Friends Forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bNehEBg9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZSfjKvDDRYE/s1600-h/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149529148099757010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bNehEBg9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/ZSfjKvDDRYE/s400/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We hope everyone has a very Joyous New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/34372616-4983495459064574494?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4983495459064574494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4983495459064574494&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4983495459064574494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4983495459064574494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/12/snickers-best-friend.html' title='Snickers&apos; Best Friend'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/R3bJZBEBg5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/cuuHj_zDca4/s72-c/IMG_0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8559042557572722700</id><published>2007-10-31T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:39:56.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog, the Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RykuIBvDX8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/IWA1x3KEMJU/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127680366177640386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RykuIBvDX8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/IWA1x3KEMJU/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RykuIxvDX9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/r91bhKMNH_o/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127680379062542290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RykuIxvDX9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/r91bhKMNH_o/s400/IMG_0901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Happy Halloween to all our friends! We are still out here mired in Financial Management. So far, so good. Two and a half weeks to go and we'll be done with the financial classes. Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Adriane and her husband Matt are visiting this week. Snickers got dressed to celebrate Halloween this year. She didn't like it very much, but the kids had fun giggling at her.&lt;/span&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/34372616-8559042557572722700?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8559042557572722700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8559042557572722700&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8559042557572722700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8559042557572722700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dog-angel.html' title='My Dog, the Angel'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RykuIBvDX8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/IWA1x3KEMJU/s72-c/IMG_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-9187017616071133959</id><published>2007-10-07T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:56:58.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Food, Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has been eating home made dog food for about two months now. The vet was concerned that Snickers not become overweight and that the food be cooked completely. So far, so good. Snickers seems to be thriving. In the past, she would skip meals. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to eat the same thing all the time, especially if it came from a bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4ucfOLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xH1opFJq6fQ/s1600-h/IMG_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715785000204466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4ucfOLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xH1opFJq6fQ/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now Snickers gets fresh food mixed with kibble for crunch. She dances and begs for her meals, and licks her bowl clean. I have noticed that her fur is no longer course, but has become soft with a decrease in shedding. We give her a multivitamin once a day to replace the supplements contained in the dry dog food. This batch is a mix of chicken, sweet potatoes, and apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4ecfOKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/J1xAkGCachg/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715780705237154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4ecfOKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/J1xAkGCachg/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Just take a look at this happy dog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4-cfOMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t0Q2HzNuaws/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118715789295171778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4-cfOMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/t0Q2HzNuaws/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-9187017616071133959?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/9187017616071133959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=9187017616071133959&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9187017616071133959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9187017616071133959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/10/dog-food-chicken.html' title='Dog Food, Chicken'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RwlU4ucfOLI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xH1opFJq6fQ/s72-c/IMG_0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4732461728359524257</id><published>2007-09-30T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:22:16.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Play Games, Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It has been too long since we have left a message! We have been working hard getting through our Statistics class. Ugh! But we finally managed and came through with an "A". I can't believe how much work this is while working full time. I wish there were more hours in a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has been very busy guarding me while I am busy with homework. She keeps a close watch and never leaves my side. Sometimes she watches from her little bed, and other times she lays outside the door. Sometimes she will post guard on the stairs watching the front door for intruders. So far she has been able to keep them all away. Good Snickers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have a week off before the next class starts; Financial Management. This is supposes to be the most difficult of the three math related classes. I thought that I would take these three one after the other. Then, if they were too difficult, I wouldn't be wasting my money on the easier classes in case I flunked out. So far so good. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rv-9aecfOJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UcAzItTtIAE/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116015964262971538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rv-9aecfOJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UcAzItTtIAE/s400/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here are Snickers and me having a little fun with some friends Friday night. We were the big winners! A whole $1.50. I need to let Snickers help me more often. Take a look at my lucky earrings. They have diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts sewn on them in beadwork. My sister Patty made them for me. She's the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4732461728359524257?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4732461728359524257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4732461728359524257&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4732461728359524257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4732461728359524257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/09/dogs-play-games-too.html' title='Dogs Play Games, Too'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rv-9aecfOJI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UcAzItTtIAE/s72-c/IMG_0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-172425314638758623</id><published>2007-08-29T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:20:16.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening with Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is so proud of all her hard work helping to fertilize the flower patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYm3okGXaI/AAAAAAAAAls/JKp_xUdPE1U/s1600-h/IMG_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104309964894526882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYm3okGXaI/AAAAAAAAAls/JKp_xUdPE1U/s400/IMG_0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Her work isn't done, yet. She keeps herself busy looking for ground squirrels, and other critters. She discovered the wolf spiders dragging their egg sacks around over the ground and thought they might be a new toy. I discouraged her and busied her with a game of catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYm34kGXbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uZfet2Mjiuc/s1600-h/IMG_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104309969189494194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYm34kGXbI/AAAAAAAAAl0/uZfet2Mjiuc/s400/IMG_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We are very lucky that Snickers is willing to share her garden with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl4YkGXXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rWKiAiMkbZE/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104308878267800946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl4YkGXXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/rWKiAiMkbZE/s400/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl4okGXYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k4fgItc9Ghk/s1600-h/IMG_0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104308882562768258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl4okGXYI/AAAAAAAAAlc/k4fgItc9Ghk/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aren't the violets and lilies pretty together? Thanks, Snickers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl44kGXZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iJSbevKoZKY/s1600-h/IMG_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104308886857735570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYl44kGXZI/AAAAAAAAAlk/iJSbevKoZKY/s400/IMG_0873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-172425314638758623?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/172425314638758623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=172425314638758623&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/172425314638758623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/172425314638758623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/08/gardening-with-snickers.html' title='Gardening with Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RtYm3okGXaI/AAAAAAAAAls/JKp_xUdPE1U/s72-c/IMG_0874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7145768745302629663</id><published>2007-08-14T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T20:36:16.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting for Managers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has been very busy guarding me while I have been studying for my Managerial Accounting Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUV7OIr3I/AAAAAAAAAks/sRdL-Ozaw6U/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098730463787790194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUV7OIr3I/AAAAAAAAAks/sRdL-Ozaw6U/s400/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yep, she takes this VERY seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUWbOIr4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/M5jqBsYWQpU/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098730472377724802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUWbOIr4I/AAAAAAAAAk0/M5jqBsYWQpU/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nope. No getting past this dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUWrOIr5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xgwE0sGDXA4/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098730476672692114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUWrOIr5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/xgwE0sGDXA4/s400/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Look out! She's there for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJX4bOIr6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/OTyCVWms9RM/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098734355028160418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJX4bOIr6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/OTyCVWms9RM/s400/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh, no. Not another garden picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJX6LOIr7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/cjdhdAJqgnc/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098734385092931506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJX6LOIr7I/AAAAAAAAAlM/cjdhdAJqgnc/s400/IMG_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey, what's going on here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7145768745302629663?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7145768745302629663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7145768745302629663&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7145768745302629663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7145768745302629663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/08/accounting-for-managers.html' title='Accounting for Managers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RsJUV7OIr3I/AAAAAAAAAks/sRdL-Ozaw6U/s72-c/IMG_0877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5645417537985498780</id><published>2007-08-07T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T19:46:54.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Gets HomeMade Dog Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkRjLOIr0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/p-DRDqd9RWs/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096123749351599938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkRjLOIr0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/p-DRDqd9RWs/s400/IMG_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have taken the plunge to reduce the amount of packaged dog food Snickers eat. Snickers had a routine Veterinary appointment, so we talked about home made dog food for Snickers. We were cautioned that we would need to be very careful about keeping Snickers weight down. It can be easy for a dog to gain weight when eating a home made diet. Another warning was that we would need to take extra care of Snickers teeth because she wouldn't be eating the crunchy nuggets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So, we purchased a "finger cot" style toothbrush that fits over our finger. We have some fluoride free chicken flavored toothpaste to use with the toothbrush. Another caution was not to brush the inside of the teeth until we were sure Snickers wouldn't bite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Making the dog food was easy. I weighed out 60% meat protein, 20 % fruit and vegetable and 20% grains and legumes. I didn't use onions or peppers. First I put the ground meat into a slow cooker until the fat cooked off. Then I drained as much fat away as I could. I added the vegetables, fruit and grain and cooked until everything was soft. Then I used a potato masher to roughly mash and mix it all together. I froze small portions so I could take a days worth out each night to thaw in the refrigerator. Everyone should talk to their vet before they try any homemade recipes. You, the dog and the vet all need to be comfortable with what you are feeding your dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkRjbOIr1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/YGui0kcs48o/s1600-h/IMG_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096123753646567250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkRjbOIr1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/YGui0kcs48o/s400/IMG_0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers just loves the food. We are carefully watching her weight to see if she will put any pounds on. Doesn't she look silly getting her teeth brushed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkR17OIr2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/j1l5b_YCL1A/s1600-h/IMG_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096124071474147170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkR17OIr2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/j1l5b_YCL1A/s400/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey! How did this garden picture get in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5645417537985498780?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5645417537985498780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5645417537985498780&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5645417537985498780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5645417537985498780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/08/snickers-gets-homemade-dog-food.html' title='Snickers Gets HomeMade Dog Food!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RrkRjLOIr0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/p-DRDqd9RWs/s72-c/IMG_0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7141875194049168174</id><published>2007-07-15T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:41:43.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My sister Patti has CATS!! Can you believe it? Not a dog! Snickers would probably not get along with cats. She does fine with other dogs, especially if mom is not around. If mom is around, Snickers needs to go into protect mode and not let other dogs near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RprMb-wcE2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/fpIXIXWvCqM/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087603510143095650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RprMb-wcE2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/fpIXIXWvCqM/s400/IMG_0810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Otherwise, Snickers loves to play with dogs. But I think Snickers might want to eat a cat. She is always busy hunting and keeps a close watch on the wild grey cat that lives in the neighborhood. Patti has a very large golden cat named Leo. He is the boss of the cat kingdom at Patti's house. Isn't he a beauty? &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RprMbuwcE1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/zSP_i2BXz5k/s1600-h/IMG_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087603505848128338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RprMbuwcE1I/AAAAAAAAAkE/zSP_i2BXz5k/s400/IMG_0842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/34372616-7141875194049168174?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7141875194049168174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7141875194049168174&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7141875194049168174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7141875194049168174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/07/cats-and-dogs.html' title='Cats and Dogs'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RprMb-wcE2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/fpIXIXWvCqM/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2569590737538957490</id><published>2007-07-09T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:34:06.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime for Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers tried to hide when she heard Dad running the warm water in the basement, but no success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLt8CFPDLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/F6Wm9zm08j8/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085388544861473970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLt8CFPDLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/F6Wm9zm08j8/s400/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It's bad enough a girl has to get a bath, but to post it for everyone in the world to see! Oh, the indignity of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLt9SFPDMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/q6A45PVdZ9I/s1600-h/IMG_0848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085388566336310466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLt9SFPDMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/q6A45PVdZ9I/s400/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Uh oh, it looks like Dad is using that sweet smelling shampoo. That means Snickers will need to find some perfume to roll in when he is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLthyFPDII/AAAAAAAAAjc/CEy4SubMnlE/s1600-h/IMG_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085388093889907842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLthyFPDII/AAAAAAAAAjc/CEy4SubMnlE/s400/IMG_0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What do you think Dad. Are we done, yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLtiSFPDJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bGgNFxjpalY/s1600-h/IMG_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085388102479842450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLtiSFPDJI/AAAAAAAAAjk/bGgNFxjpalY/s400/IMG_0850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ahh. This is the best part! There's nothing like a warm snuggle with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLtiyFPDKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-7v6DrbPnyU/s1600-h/IMG_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085388111069777058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLtiyFPDKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/-7v6DrbPnyU/s400/IMG_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2569590737538957490?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2569590737538957490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2569590737538957490&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2569590737538957490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2569590737538957490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/07/bathtime-for-snickers.html' title='Bathtime for Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RpLt8CFPDLI/AAAAAAAAAj0/F6Wm9zm08j8/s72-c/IMG_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5518794048597462186</id><published>2007-07-04T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:46:54.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Celebrates the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row-ciFPDHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/uVzN9FDqVI0/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083506739300469874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row-ciFPDHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/uVzN9FDqVI0/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We had a lot of fun celebrating the 4th of July at Venitian Days on Brown's Lake. My brother-in-law organizes the boat parade and we were invited to join them on the lead boat as we paraded around the lake. The theme was American Heroes. His boat was celebrating Lewis and Clark. I played Sacajaweia. I hope you enjoy some of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row-cCFPDGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7AXDULbpKrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083506730710535266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row-cCFPDGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/7AXDULbpKrQ/s400/IMG_0836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row90SFPDDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RQ69RSKCGYg/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083506047810735154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row90SFPDDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/RQ69RSKCGYg/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row91iFPDEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/i2T4BYOHRe8/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083506069285571650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row91iFPDEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/i2T4BYOHRe8/s400/IMG_0829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row91yFPDFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_xEP_1JWOdo/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083506073580538962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row91yFPDFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/_xEP_1JWOdo/s400/IMG_0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9PyFPDAI/AAAAAAAAAic/hvTfa_0c83c/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083505420745509890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9PyFPDAI/AAAAAAAAAic/hvTfa_0c83c/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9QCFPDBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1ncVSjNbSAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083505425040477202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9QCFPDBI/AAAAAAAAAik/1ncVSjNbSAQ/s400/IMG_0816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9QiFPDCI/AAAAAAAAAis/Y-ebxtHOT-0/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083505433630411810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row9QiFPDCI/AAAAAAAAAis/Y-ebxtHOT-0/s400/IMG_0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5518794048597462186?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5518794048597462186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5518794048597462186&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5518794048597462186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5518794048597462186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/07/snickers-celebrates-4th-of-july.html' title='Snickers Celebrates the 4th of July'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Row-ciFPDHI/AAAAAAAAAjU/uVzN9FDqVI0/s72-c/IMG_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3952225196363756320</id><published>2007-06-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T21:12:23.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daisy A Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW6NSFPC9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/FkdeaLvEfC4/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081672491912334290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW6NSFPC9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/FkdeaLvEfC4/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has been so helpful by donating fertilizer, that I thought you would enjoy seeing some more of products of her hard work. I love daisies. Snickers seems to like them too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She keeps her eye out for those naughty ground squirrels and bunnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW61CFPC-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_caE9pgvgWc/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081673174812134370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW61CFPC-I/AAAAAAAAAiM/_caE9pgvgWc/s400/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When she is helping with the marigolds and petunias, she discovered that this is where the mother robins like to bring their babies. She did some pretty hard sniffing while we were out here. There are so many wolf spiders in the ground hauling around their egg sacks, I think it is a matter of time before Snickers gets a bite on her nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW7aSFPC_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/r8YoG6B93xY/s1600-h/IMG_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081673814762261490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW7aSFPC_I/AAAAAAAAAiU/r8YoG6B93xY/s400/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3952225196363756320?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3952225196363756320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3952225196363756320&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3952225196363756320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3952225196363756320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/daisy-day.html' title='A Daisy A Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RoW6NSFPC9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/FkdeaLvEfC4/s72-c/IMG_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2702899890168363709</id><published>2007-06-23T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:35:22.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Retrievers Love Rat Terriers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rn27NkHnXeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FKWohvIrfaY/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079421796452097506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rn27NkHnXeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FKWohvIrfaY/s400/IMG_0803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves it when Harley comes to visit. She always has to do the sniff check to make sure it's really Harley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rn27rUHnXfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QhhU-MvAUB8/s1600-h/IMG_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079422307553205746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rn27rUHnXfI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QhhU-MvAUB8/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yep, it's Harley. Playtime! People are so much more complicated than dog's are&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2702899890168363709?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2702899890168363709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2702899890168363709&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2702899890168363709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2702899890168363709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/golden-retrievers-love-rat-terriers.html' title='Golden Retrievers Love Rat Terriers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rn27NkHnXeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FKWohvIrfaY/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4627952471684040330</id><published>2007-06-17T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:20:33.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachshound vs Rat Terrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers and Ralphie are at it again! Ralphie is such a handsome dog, but he thinks his good looks make him the irresistible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9SkHnXbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vRo-x-ulRrU/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077031544072658354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9SkHnXbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vRo-x-ulRrU/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves to play with him, and when they are together, they love to run and nip and jump on each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9S0HnXcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FPR6SBEM3cs/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077031548367625666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9S0HnXcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FPR6SBEM3cs/s400/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9TEHnXdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vz4qLmxxcAY/s1600-h/IMG_0777_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077031552662592978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9TEHnXdI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Vz4qLmxxcAY/s400/IMG_0777_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But whenever Ralphie decides he is the boss, Snickers has to let him know that he really isn't. Ralphie is 5 pounds heavier than Snickers. I can't help wondering what would happen between them if they were together for more than a day or two. Snickers is pretty tired by the end of the day after all the reminders that she is the boss. Would she tire out and just give up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4627952471684040330?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4627952471684040330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4627952471684040330&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4627952471684040330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4627952471684040330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/dachshound-vs-rat-terrier.html' title='Dachshound vs Rat Terrier'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RnU9SkHnXbI/AAAAAAAAAhc/vRo-x-ulRrU/s72-c/IMG_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-9222274781432533646</id><published>2007-06-12T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:25:05.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralphie and Snickers Say GoodBye to Jody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rm66NkHnXZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-SsWlY5GlWg/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075198572289809810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rm66NkHnXZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-SsWlY5GlWg/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rm66OUHnXaI/AAAAAAAAAhU/_WgH19cUO58/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075198585174711714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rm66OUHnXaI/AAAAAAAAAhU/_WgH19cUO58/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;We had a going away party for my niece Jody. She is moving to St. Louis. Snickers and I will miss her. I've been lucky enough to work with this exceptional person for the last several years. Snickers loves her because she takes care of her when we go away on vacation. Jody isn't in these pictures because she is too shy, but we all love her and say good-bye. We wish you luck!&lt;/span&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/34372616-9222274781432533646?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/9222274781432533646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=9222274781432533646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9222274781432533646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/9222274781432533646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/ralphie-and-snickers-say-goodbye-to.html' title='Ralphie and Snickers Say GoodBye to Jody'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rm66NkHnXZI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-SsWlY5GlWg/s72-c/IMG_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4073000571521679498</id><published>2007-06-08T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:17:13.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Stuffing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmoNMEHnXYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2vbL9-TVXg/s1600-h/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073882431101558146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmoNMEHnXYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2vbL9-TVXg/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We lost another baby today! I was surprised to find another baby, unstuffed! I'm not sure why Snickers makes up her mind to rip up her babies after weeks of taking care of them like puppies. It is a mystery to me. She is so gentle with them, right up until the dasterdly deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We can't get mad at her because she is still good with all the rest of the toys. The house is littered with them. It is as though we had our own baby in the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmoNLkHnXXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fI7db8b-olo/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073882422511623538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmoNLkHnXXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/fI7db8b-olo/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;How can a dog this cute be so naughty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4073000571521679498?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4073000571521679498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4073000571521679498&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4073000571521679498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4073000571521679498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-more-stuffing.html' title='No More Stuffing'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmoNMEHnXYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/c2vbL9-TVXg/s72-c/IMG_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8313695918222268343</id><published>2007-06-04T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T20:16:04.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinals Are Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Our baby cardinals have flown the coop. Here are the last two pictures I was able to take of the babies. They are from Friday and Saturday. By that time, they were making little chirping noises and their eyes were opening. Even their feathers had filled in. We had a lot of rain today. I hope they were able to stay dry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS3AUHnXTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t45_pl4M6_I/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072380296354553138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS3AUHnXTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t45_pl4M6_I/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS3A0HnXUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A0NmUNRwOIo/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072380304944487746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS3A0HnXUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/A0NmUNRwOIo/s400/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For those of you trying to guess Snickers real name, you need to watch the John Wayne movie Rio Bravo. Snickers got her name even before we knew she was the dog we were going to adopt. It was a deal I made with my husband so that he would agree to have a dog. Isn't she pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS46EHnXWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5MzVXDOrQ98/s1600-h/IMG_0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072382388003626338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS46EHnXWI/AAAAAAAAAg0/5MzVXDOrQ98/s400/IMG_0797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8313695918222268343?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dnr.state.mn.us/birds/northerncardinals/index.html' title='Cardinals Are Gone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8313695918222268343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8313695918222268343&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8313695918222268343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8313695918222268343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/06/cardinals-are-gone.html' title='Cardinals Are Gone'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RmS3AUHnXTI/AAAAAAAAAgc/t45_pl4M6_I/s72-c/IMG_0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-197873581245093194</id><published>2007-05-30T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:20:28.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have to tell you eight things about me you don't know. My friends &lt;a href="http://www.sammie.s.com/boo"&gt;Boo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://colliebenjamin.blogspot.com"&gt;Ben Benjamin &lt;/a&gt;are playing a game with me and they want to know my secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I love Buddy cuz I think she would taste really good if I caught her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I don't like Buddy at all cuz when I snap my jaws at her, she pecks me really hard on the nose and I don't think she should do that just because I'm trying to eat her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My favorite nap spot is laying between mom's legs. It's so warm there! Sometimes she kicks me out because she gets too warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I think worms taste good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The best smelling perfume is mourning dove poop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I dig up mom's flower bulbs and eat them when she's not looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sometimes I like playing with Ralphie, the dachshound, even though he nips at my last three legs and ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers isn't my real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_6-UpaoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DZlZQuYYFFg/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070490144116140674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_6-UpaoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DZlZQuYYFFg/s400/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Aren't my baby cardinals getting big? I just took the second picture today and the first one two days ago. I'll bet next time we take a picture, they will be chirping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_4uUpamI/AAAAAAAAAgE/WqQqknu4U9A/s1600-h/IMG_0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070490105461434978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_4uUpamI/AAAAAAAAAgE/WqQqknu4U9A/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_5-UpanI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HdquRGCbiHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070490126936271474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_5-UpanI/AAAAAAAAAgM/HdquRGCbiHQ/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Now I am going to tag &lt;a href="http://www.peonythestormrider.blogspot.com"&gt;Peony&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kingsley.wordpress.com"&gt;Kingsley&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-197873581245093194?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/197873581245093194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=197873581245093194&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/197873581245093194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/197873581245093194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rl3_6-UpaoI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DZlZQuYYFFg/s72-c/IMG_0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7119661260527856709</id><published>2007-05-26T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:20:10.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We checked on our baby cardinals this morning. They have a fluffy coat of feathers and open beaks. The eyes are huge and still closed. They have a very busy mom and dad right now. I can't wait to see what color the feathers will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rli86uUpajI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rg5DKwVp0v0/s1600-h/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069009097658559026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rli86uUpajI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rg5DKwVp0v0/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers was very busy today hunting and chasing birds. I think they enjoy teasing her. She will see one perched on the lawn, and run to chase it down. By the time she reaches the bird spot, it is gone. Snickers does the next best thing and sniffs and rolls in the spot. Could the bird have left some glorious perfume? Then another bird will land on the lawn, and Snickers has to chase it down. She was so tired by the time we came indoors, she needed a nap. But Snickers, not on my furniture!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RljAhOUpalI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iG6NtK52NB4/s1600-h/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069013057618405970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RljAhOUpalI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iG6NtK52NB4/s400/IMG_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rli87eUpakI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_5Osuw2KB_I/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7119661260527856709?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7119661260527856709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7119661260527856709&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7119661260527856709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7119661260527856709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/bird-watching.html' title='Bird Watching'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rli86uUpajI/AAAAAAAAAfs/rg5DKwVp0v0/s72-c/IMG_0742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1020857387517349543</id><published>2007-05-24T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:36:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardinal Chicks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlYvZeUpaiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UPodanROFyc/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068290545334970914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlYvZeUpaiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UPodanROFyc/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have had an exciting week. Yesterday, I had to rescue a baby robin out of our window well. The poor thing had fallen in and couldn't get out. When I leaned over to reach for it, I was surprised at all the robins swooping and chattering at me to get away at the baby. It was so frightened, but as soon as I removed it, the baby flew to it's parents. I don't think I've ever seen such a big flock of robins before. They were all sitting in the locust tree trying to encourage the little one to fly out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today, when I came home from work, I took a peak at the cardinal nest. Two of the eggs had hatched. There are two completely helpless little chicks and three eggs still to go. The chicks only had about 3 pin feathers on their heads. I'll bet by next week, they'll be covered in feathers. I'm going to have to keep a close watch on Snickers so she doesn't get at the little birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1020857387517349543?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1020857387517349543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1020857387517349543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1020857387517349543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1020857387517349543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/cardinal-chicks.html' title='Cardinal Chicks'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlYvZeUpaiI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UPodanROFyc/s72-c/IMG_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5654389967078084133</id><published>2007-05-20T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:11:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is soooo cold today, it doesn't feel like spring time. Snickers and I went outside to explore to see if it has really arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We found Bleeding Hearts in bloom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB-XuUpadI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sFVH1xYqERA/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066688526828530130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB-XuUpadI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sFVH1xYqERA/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hydrangea in Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB-ouUpaeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Q7LTuJQEwJg/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066688818886306274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB-ouUpaeI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Q7LTuJQEwJg/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cardinal's nest filled with five spotted eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB_F-UpafI/AAAAAAAAAfM/6aAVbSPesS8/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689321397479922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB_F-UpafI/AAAAAAAAAfM/6aAVbSPesS8/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tail to chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB_muUpagI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4IeR0A7a0GA/s1600-h/IMG_0739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066689884038195714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB_muUpagI/AAAAAAAAAfU/4IeR0A7a0GA/s400/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wondering where dad is at???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlCAAOUpahI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xDcmyR9K0jc/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066690322124859922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlCAAOUpahI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xDcmyR9K0jc/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5654389967078084133?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5654389967078084133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5654389967078084133&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5654389967078084133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5654389967078084133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring is Here?'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RlB-XuUpadI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sFVH1xYqERA/s72-c/IMG_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7710412648209017007</id><published>2007-05-13T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:51:42.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One of the places we visited in Florida was Sea World. We always look for things that would amuse Snickers, and we saw this squirrel thieving in a stroller. He must have found some yummy crumbs because he was in here for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkewfuVuudI/AAAAAAAAAek/oeGV1-wnevY/s1600-h/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210365063018962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkewfuVuudI/AAAAAAAAAek/oeGV1-wnevY/s400/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;              Often I have heard about orcas, or killer whales, but was shocked when I saw the size of Shamu. WOW! He is HUGE! I have a new respect for these animals. The trainers say that they always ask the whales to perform, they never tell. If you look closely, the trainer looks like a tiny insect on the face of Shamu as he pushes the trainer through the surface of the water. At one point during the show, Shamu pushed a trainer back onto the stage, and he was so powerful, the trainer flew from one end of the stage to the other, and slid off the other side. The show is incredible. If you have the chance, I encourage you to go for a visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rkew8eVuueI/AAAAAAAAAes/LJVdMVWuyok/s1600-h/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210858984258018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rkew8eVuueI/AAAAAAAAAes/LJVdMVWuyok/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rkew8-VuufI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WTLQ1laqqjk/s1600-h/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064210867574192626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rkew8-VuufI/AAAAAAAAAe0/WTLQ1laqqjk/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/34372616-7710412648209017007?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7710412648209017007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7710412648209017007&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7710412648209017007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7710412648209017007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkewfuVuudI/AAAAAAAAAek/oeGV1-wnevY/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3185074303410778684</id><published>2007-05-12T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:14:36.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home From Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We just got back from our vacation in Florida! Snickers got to have a vacation from us, also. It was probably good, so she could get over being upset about the bad manicure. She is better now, and all healed up. My niece stayed with Snickers and took her every day to play with Daisy, the miniature dachshound. Snickers got a new baby from my niece. She loves it and keeps it with her other babies. Snickers was so happy to see us when we got home, the picture I took of her running to meet me is a blur! Aren't homecomings great when you have a dog?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkXLQuVuubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yKnHqLCpesk/s1600-h/IMG_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063676844225509810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkXLQuVuubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yKnHqLCpesk/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkXLQ-VuucI/AAAAAAAAAec/RuB4UXfUPrs/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063676848520477122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkXLQ-VuucI/AAAAAAAAAec/RuB4UXfUPrs/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3185074303410778684?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3185074303410778684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3185074303410778684&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3185074303410778684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3185074303410778684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/home-from-florida.html' title='Home From Florida'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RkXLQuVuubI/AAAAAAAAAeU/yKnHqLCpesk/s72-c/IMG_0724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6595230417879860686</id><published>2007-05-06T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:25:12.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manicure Gone Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We are such bad doggy parents. The trim guard wasn't working correctly on Snickers nail clippers and we accidentally trimmed a nail too short. Boy, did we feel bad. Poor Snickers didn't let out a peep. She must be so used to having been in pain from having had the bad leg. I know it hurt, because when we put the medicine on to stop the bleeding, she winced, but never made a sound. So, the rule is, check the clippers before you clip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-6595230417879860686?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6595230417879860686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6595230417879860686&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6595230417879860686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6595230417879860686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/manicure-gone-bad.html' title='Manicure Gone Bad'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5200447425083336019</id><published>2007-05-04T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T17:19:43.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Terrier Spring Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers tulip garden is in full bloom. I need to thank her for the fertilizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusZOVuuVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/l5zjhIQhu6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060828155626830162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusZOVuuVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/l5zjhIQhu6Y/s400/IMG_0678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The plum bushes don't have a scent but I love the delicate lilac color of the tiny blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusZuVuuWI/AAAAAAAAAds/z3EcdhNyg8k/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060828164216764770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusZuVuuWI/AAAAAAAAAds/z3EcdhNyg8k/s400/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My cherry trees are another story. The whole neighborhood can smell their sweet scent. It doesn't take long for the blooms to turn into sprays of tiny cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusaOVuuXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/J_S3_1wn4aQ/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060828172806699378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusaOVuuXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/J_S3_1wn4aQ/s400/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The dwarf crab apple is so dense, the birds never nest in it. But the songbirds love to hide in here so the larger birds can't catch them. Don't the bright red blooms add a beautiful splash of color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjutpOVuuYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/n7IP09Qm1qw/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060829530016364930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjutpOVuuYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/n7IP09Qm1qw/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Uh oh. Snickers smells something. Is it a rat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rjutp-VuuZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QbjZs-7ETsw/s1600-h/IMG_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060829542901266834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rjutp-VuuZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/QbjZs-7ETsw/s400/IMG_0684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;No!! It's some new perfume! The best things in life are free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjutqOVuuaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zWooX7m0sTE/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060829547196234146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjutqOVuuaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zWooX7m0sTE/s400/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5200447425083336019?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5200447425083336019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5200447425083336019&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5200447425083336019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5200447425083336019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/05/rat-terrier-spring-time.html' title='Rat Terrier Spring Time'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjusZOVuuVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/l5zjhIQhu6Y/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-679195969800042930</id><published>2007-04-30T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:34:09.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjaksOVuuUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/q6P3ytoCNSA/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059412311067769154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjaksOVuuUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/q6P3ytoCNSA/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/hl&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I thought you would enjoy a picture of Snickers with the tulip garden she helped plant. Snickers furnished all the fertilizer. She did a good job and found perfect places for all the bulbs. I think she is pleased with how it turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-679195969800042930?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/679195969800042930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=679195969800042930&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/679195969800042930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/679195969800042930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/snickers-garden.html' title='Snickers Garden'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjaksOVuuUI/AAAAAAAAAdc/q6P3ytoCNSA/s72-c/IMG_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3926894279181192868</id><published>2007-04-28T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:07:28.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home From Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjO3e-VuuTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iQk2PWEVzcE/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058588549225298226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjO3e-VuuTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iQk2PWEVzcE/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves when her dad gets home from golf. That means it is time for a walk in the park. They are always happy to see each other.&lt;/span&gt;&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/34372616-3926894279181192868?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3926894279181192868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3926894279181192868&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3926894279181192868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3926894279181192868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-from-golf.html' title='Home From Golf'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjO3e-VuuTI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iQk2PWEVzcE/s72-c/IMG_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5049907771340093519</id><published>2007-04-26T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T21:28:32.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjFfkOVuuRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SQL3ZVACAWA/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057928932442945810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjFfkOVuuRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SQL3ZVACAWA/s400/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjFfkeVuuSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-0u9UzAu1Ro/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057928936737913122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjFfkeVuuSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-0u9UzAu1Ro/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is such a little princess. She is so busy protecting the house all day, that by the time we get home, she finds her throne and gets comfortable. Once her humans sit, then it's time for her head scratch. Look out Buddy, if Snickers wakes up, you may be the evening snack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5049907771340093519?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5049907771340093519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5049907771340093519&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5049907771340093519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5049907771340093519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/princess-snickers.html' title='Princess Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RjFfkOVuuRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/SQL3ZVACAWA/s72-c/IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6660775607497832518</id><published>2007-04-23T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T20:38:43.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Weather At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1ekn5h8-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UO2HVC5AFLU/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056801939885519842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1ekn5h8-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UO2HVC5AFLU/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1ek35h8_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/EJ1i7Bdnex8/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056801944180487154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1ek35h8_I/AAAAAAAAAcs/EJ1i7Bdnex8/s400/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1elX5h9AI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aBm8xjKjmaM/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056801952770421762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1elX5h9AI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aBm8xjKjmaM/s400/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1el35h9BI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CFel5f-12Jc/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056801961360356370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1el35h9BI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CFel5f-12Jc/s400/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves going for walks. She was so excited today she was leaping into the air and spinning around. She looked like a little circus dog. We saw lots of new plants, all waking up from their winter naps. It amazes me how they can emerge from the winter freeze intact and ready to go. Snickers stepped in some coyote poop without seeing it. All of a sudden she smelled it and spun around, sniffing in her own footsteps. I think she thought she was being followed. When she got home, she found some nice robin poop to roll in. Then she spotted the remains of a blackbird an owl had feasted on the night before. Oh boy, you would have thought she had some new perfume! She couldn't get enough of that roll! Snickers got a nice long bath when she came inside.&lt;/span&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/34372616-6660775607497832518?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6660775607497832518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6660775607497832518&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6660775607497832518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6660775607497832518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/warm-weather-at-last.html' title='Warm Weather At Last'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ri1ekn5h8-I/AAAAAAAAAck/UO2HVC5AFLU/s72-c/IMG_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5234130625970127560</id><published>2007-04-21T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:18:02.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of Snickers Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RipVGX5h88I/AAAAAAAAAcU/vDRNOUOtdI4/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947099659695042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RipVGX5h88I/AAAAAAAAAcU/vDRNOUOtdI4/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RipVG35h89I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MeD7UR8OAhE/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055947108249629650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RipVG35h89I/AAAAAAAAAcc/MeD7UR8OAhE/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Last fall Snickers helped me plant tulip bulbs. She donated her fertilizer and dug up bulbs she thought might look better in another spot. Even though we got six inches of very wet snow last week, the tulips survived and are beginning to sprout blossoms. Snickers is very happy she was able to help.&lt;/span&gt;&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/34372616-5234130625970127560?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5234130625970127560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5234130625970127560&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5234130625970127560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5234130625970127560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/results-of-snickers-gardening.html' title='Results of Snickers Gardening'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RipVGX5h88I/AAAAAAAAAcU/vDRNOUOtdI4/s72-c/IMG_0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5268088191298856132</id><published>2007-04-15T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:45:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Made Dog Biscuit Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have had this dog biscuit recipe for years and have changed it a bit over time. It is easy and fun to make. It would be a good family project. Snickers likes this treat so much, she pretends to have to go outside to do her business just so she can come in to get a treat. Who's training who? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dog Biscuit Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 pkg dry yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1/4 cup warm water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 cup warm chicken broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2 tblsp molasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 3/4 - 2 cups flour, divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 1/4 cup rye flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1/4 cup flax seed, ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 cup cracked or bulgur wheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1/2 cup cornmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1/2 cup nonfat dry milk 2 tsp garlic powder 1 tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 beaten egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1 tblsp milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dissolve yeast in water. Stir in broth and molasses. Add 1 cup flour, rye flour, flax seed, cracked oats, cornmeal, dry milk, garlic and salt. mix well. Preheat oven to 300 degrees. On floured surface, knead in remaining flour. Roll out half at a time, to 3/8 inch thickness. (the secret to rolling it out is to reserve some of the flour to sprinkle generously on your rolling surface and the top of your dough to keep it from sticking to your surface or your rolling pin). Cut into 1 x 4 inch biscuits (I cut into 1 x 1 inch biscuits because Snickers is a little dog and I don't want her to get overweight). Place on ungreased baking sheets. Combine egg and milk and use to brush tops of biscuits. Repeat with remaining dough. Bake 45 minutes. Turn off heat and let dry overnight in the oven. This makes two cookie sheet full of biscuits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF9pfOGvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HzsQy8FUGJA/s1600-h/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053678657274256114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF9pfOGvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HzsQy8FUGJA/s400/IMG_0629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF-JfOGwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AqvwUm690-s/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053678665864190722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF-JfOGwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AqvwUm690-s/s400/IMG_0632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF-pfOGxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/y1ifIHwGYx0/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053678674454125330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF-pfOGxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/y1ifIHwGYx0/s400/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5268088191298856132?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5268088191298856132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5268088191298856132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5268088191298856132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5268088191298856132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-made-dog-biscuit-recipe.html' title='Home Made Dog Biscuit Recipe'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RiJF9pfOGvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HzsQy8FUGJA/s72-c/IMG_0629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7657686866293066146</id><published>2007-04-11T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:26:44.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachshunds Rule the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ralphie brought a gift for Snickers, so Snickers would always have a little dachshund to play with. I'm not sure what we'll name him, but Snickers seems to like the new puppy. She hasn't even torn his eyes off, yet, so she seems to think it's the real deal. She sure would have been a good mama! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh16yZfOGrI/AAAAAAAAAbc/dkmqvdtLqPA/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052329363233446578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh16yZfOGrI/AAAAAAAAAbc/dkmqvdtLqPA/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh16y5fOGsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gOh24S4AP6U/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052329371823381186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh16y5fOGsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/gOh24S4AP6U/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh17bZfOGuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aCNC9O1gu8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052330067608083170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh17bZfOGuI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aCNC9O1gu8Q/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7657686866293066146?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7657686866293066146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7657686866293066146&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7657686866293066146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7657686866293066146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/dachshunds-rule-day.html' title='Dachshunds Rule the Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rh16yZfOGrI/AAAAAAAAAbc/dkmqvdtLqPA/s72-c/IMG_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3630015741774308958</id><published>2007-04-09T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:16:03.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel of the Nile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhrj9FWGTEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gyDv41MAJ0E/s1600-h/IMG_0655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051600570595822658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhrj9FWGTEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gyDv41MAJ0E/s400/IMG_0655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has lots of friends, even cats (as long as they don't get close enough to eat)! Auntie Patty came to visit us for Easter and brought a beautiful hand made necklace she and her cats made for us. Can you see the little cat bead at the bottom? Isn't it pretty? It's just for dress up. We have to use our regular collar for walks. I think Snickers looks very mysterious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhrj9lWGTFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5vwlbS6fZbY/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051600579185757266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhrj9lWGTFI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5vwlbS6fZbY/s400/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3630015741774308958?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3630015741774308958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3630015741774308958&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3630015741774308958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3630015741774308958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/jewel-of-nile.html' title='Jewel of the Nile'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhrj9FWGTEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gyDv41MAJ0E/s72-c/IMG_0655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5578509006257970829</id><published>2007-04-08T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:44:06.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8IFWGTAI/AAAAAAAAAas/AapaJpPWvkc/s1600-h/IMG_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204935388384258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8IFWGTAI/AAAAAAAAAas/AapaJpPWvkc/s400/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I hope everyone had a Blessed and Happy Easter. Ralphie was visiting today and he and Snickers were the life of the party! The couldn't stop playing and nipping and chasing each other. There was lots of licking and yoweling, but no biting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8IVWGTBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VNkVN6XVNDY/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204939683351570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8IVWGTBI/AAAAAAAAAa0/VNkVN6XVNDY/s400/IMG_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Even though Snickers is really good at baring her teeth, she was playing. Ralphie was neutered two weeks ago and no longer cares to try to do the deed. Snickers still didn't trust him and so wasn't letting him get too close at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8JFWGTCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ShsBdqN7ii0/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204952568253474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8JFWGTCI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ShsBdqN7ii0/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ralphie kept rolling over to let Snickers know she was the boss and finally Snickers seemed to believe it. As soon as Ralphie went home, Snickers curled up to sleep and I haven't been able to wake her. Ahhh!! Happiness is a fluffy dog bed!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8JVWGTDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0S_BEKk1fKc/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204956863220786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8JVWGTDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0S_BEKk1fKc/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5578509006257970829?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5578509006257970829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5578509006257970829&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5578509006257970829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5578509006257970829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter-everyone.html' title='Happy Easter Everyone!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rhl8IFWGTAI/AAAAAAAAAas/AapaJpPWvkc/s72-c/IMG_0637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6521100783211781280</id><published>2007-04-03T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T16:39:19.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Gets Ethnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RhMGklWGS-I/AAAAAAAAAac/08Xg2BIHtz8/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049386832782314466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RhMGklWGS-I/AAAAAAAAAac/08Xg2BIHtz8/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have been very busy with family matters since Grandma passed away. There have been many chores, and many visitors. Snickers looks for Grandma everytime we visit her home, but she doesn't find her. Her human Auntie is still living there and Snickers loves to wash her face when she sees her. Auntie shrieks with laughter because Snickers tongue is so long and soft. Snickers gets so excited she jumps up in the air and hops around on her single rear leg. This dog is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;One weekend we had a Polish dinner and Snickers dressed the part with a cute little scarf covering her head. It didn't last long, though. Snickers ears couldn't wait to pop out from underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RhMGmlWGS_I/AAAAAAAAAak/Q7e8j0glyH0/s1600-h/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049386867142052850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RhMGmlWGS_I/AAAAAAAAAak/Q7e8j0glyH0/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-6521100783211781280?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6521100783211781280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6521100783211781280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6521100783211781280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6521100783211781280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/04/snickers-gets-ethnic.html' title='Snickers Gets Ethnic'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RhMGklWGS-I/AAAAAAAAAac/08Xg2BIHtz8/s72-c/IMG_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1150027847781547969</id><published>2007-03-26T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:35:44.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Terrier Likes Maltipoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiBx4x2oKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Sf9Oj2xSS3E/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046426076523700386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiBx4x2oKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Sf9Oj2xSS3E/s400/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers "cousin" Toby was visiting this weekend. Last time Toby visited, they were trying to decide who was boss. It was Toby's birthday, so we celebrated by giving them each a new toy. Snickers ran off with them both. It is clear that in her house, she is the boss and that seems to be okay with Toby.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here she is drinking Toby's water. Toby doesn't care about that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiA2Yx2oJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JnhMQydkDOM/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046425054321483922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiA2Yx2oJI/AAAAAAAAAaI/JnhMQydkDOM/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If we travel, Snickers is invited to stay with Toby and Toby is invited to stay with Snickers if his parents travel. It works out nice for the parents, but when we told Snickers, she didn't react very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiANox2oII/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z0DYOEcMQq0/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046424354241814658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiANox2oII/AAAAAAAAAaA/Z0DYOEcMQq0/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;In the end, they got along so well, that Snickers was pretty tired out. After Toby went home, all Snickers wanted to do was sit in Dad's lap and let him scratch her ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1150027847781547969?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1150027847781547969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1150027847781547969&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1150027847781547969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1150027847781547969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/rat-terrier-likes-maltipoo.html' title='Rat Terrier Likes Maltipoo'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgiBx4x2oKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Sf9Oj2xSS3E/s72-c/IMG_0614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3167507628440411829</id><published>2007-03-23T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:16:09.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Hunting Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRPVU42ACI/AAAAAAAAAZg/h_lYOZlHSVA/s1600-h/IMG_0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045244710364774434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRPVU42ACI/AAAAAAAAAZg/h_lYOZlHSVA/s400/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/l&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers was very busy today practicing her hunting techniques. I caught her shaking one of her babies by the tail. I'll bet it would have broken her neck if it was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRQHE42ADI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z_Z5hwuogx4/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045245565063266354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRQHE42ADI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z_Z5hwuogx4/s400/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She has been insisting on going outside and then chasing low flying birds. These birds are very active. The robins are staking out their territory and the mating rituals have begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRQzk42AEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-mEp6q0uQvM/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045246329567445058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRQzk42AEI/AAAAAAAAAZw/-mEp6q0uQvM/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As the neighbors walk by with their dogs, Snickers needs to bark a friendly hello. I think we'll be meeting the new yellow lab that lives next door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRRI042AFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oqzSwmgjELw/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045246694639665234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRRI042AFI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/oqzSwmgjELw/s400/IMG_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3167507628440411829?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3167507628440411829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3167507628440411829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3167507628440411829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3167507628440411829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-hunting-season.html' title='Spring Hunting Season'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RgRPVU42ACI/AAAAAAAAAZg/h_lYOZlHSVA/s72-c/IMG_0608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-207524997143915342</id><published>2007-03-18T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:42:30.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This post is in memory of Snickers human grandmother who passed away last week. One of the most important jobs she had over her 95 years was being a good mother. When she became too weak to move back home, Snickers visited her in the nursing home. They were always happy to see each other. Snickers enjoyed her visits because there was always something new to sniff. Snickers would have been a good mother if she had puppies. Look how she is collecting her "babies" and putting the&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rf15HpDfs1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/K25Y3fZWPrs/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043320329911382866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rf15HpDfs1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/K25Y3fZWPrs/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; the sun to warm up.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rf15HJDfs0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/d_RmARHrsTM/s1600-h/IMG_0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043320321321448258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rf15HJDfs0I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/d_RmARHrsTM/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-207524997143915342?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/207524997143915342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=207524997143915342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/207524997143915342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/207524997143915342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rf15HpDfs1I/AAAAAAAAAZY/K25Y3fZWPrs/s72-c/IMG_0607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4965375871033842694</id><published>2007-03-14T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T10:29:59.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Goes to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfgTZKfpLxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/S4t75ETapuY/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041801105876004626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfgTZKfpLxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/S4t75ETapuY/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have started taking an on line business course and so am spending a little more time on the computer. Snickers still wanted to be a part of everything and was insisting on sitting on my lap. This made it a little hard to type papers so we compromised. I found a tiger striped dog bed for her that she loves. I put it in a sunny spot in my computer room and now we can spend time together and both be comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4965375871033842694?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4965375871033842694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4965375871033842694&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4965375871033842694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4965375871033842694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/snickers-goes-to-school.html' title='Snickers Goes to School'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfgTZKfpLxI/AAAAAAAAAZI/S4t75ETapuY/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1801017571593799448</id><published>2007-03-12T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:38:55.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglets Have Curly Tails, Just Like Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAHafpLuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/PRJ2lDBc9Rc/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I found a little stuffed piglet to bring home for Snickers. She seemed to know I had a new toy for her even before she saw it. I brought it into the house stuffed under my shirt. She followed me around without taking her eyes off me. Finally, I had to close myself in my computer room just so I could get a good picture of the new baby. Snickers stood outside the door and cried until I let her in. As soon as she saw the piglet, that was it. She has a new baby! She carried it gently in her mouth and ran around the house with it, never letting us near her! What a sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAG6fpLtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IyC3E4xrHJE/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041216951669042898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAG6fpLtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IyC3E4xrHJE/s400/IMG_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAIKfpLwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/A_CSCHR1GqA/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041216973143879426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAIKfpLwI/AAAAAAAAAZA/A_CSCHR1GqA/s400/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAHqfpLvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q3kKzerX5qk/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041216964553944818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAHqfpLvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Q3kKzerX5qk/s400/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1801017571593799448?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1801017571593799448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1801017571593799448&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1801017571593799448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1801017571593799448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/piglets-have-curly-tails-just-like.html' title='Piglets Have Curly Tails, Just Like Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfYAG6fpLtI/AAAAAAAAAYo/IyC3E4xrHJE/s72-c/IMG_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7534882078691446401</id><published>2007-03-08T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T17:41:16.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Three Legged Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCd_2wIIrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VfSLroytY4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039701703382278834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCd_2wIIrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VfSLroytY4Y/s400/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCeAmwIIsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qvIMAkdimtI/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039701716267180738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCeAmwIIsI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qvIMAkdimtI/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCeA2wIItI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RTG9Rhb01iE/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039701720562148050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCeA2wIItI/AAAAAAAAAYg/RTG9Rhb01iE/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/bl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't a happier dog alive than Snickers. She is so much fun to come home to. Once we are home, she plays and plays until she has no energy left. Then she insists on sitting in our laps to snooze. When she tires of her toys, no problem, there's still that tail that keeps following her around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7534882078691446401?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7534882078691446401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7534882078691446401&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7534882078691446401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7534882078691446401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-three-legged-dog.html' title='Happy Three Legged Dog'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RfCd_2wIIrI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/VfSLroytY4Y/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-651872395356591318</id><published>2007-03-04T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:36:01.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers and Cat Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers' Aunt Patty has adopted many animals. But guess what? Not a single one is a dog. Snickers doesn't really get that, because after all, dogs are the best creature on the face of the earth. All of Patty's animals have been cats. She and her husband have adopted stray cats for many years. As they catch them, they do their best to tame them enough to take to the vet to be spayed or neutered. When one stray cat had a litter of kitties, they adopted them all. They were waiting for the kitties to be old enough to take to the vet when we all got a big surprise. One day, my brother-in-law found one of the "males" in his boat nursing a new litter of kittens. Within a week, all the little females delivered new litters of kitties. They found new homes for all the kittens and all are now spayed or neutered. One cat grew into this big beautiful cat named Callie. Recently Callie became very sick and needed a special diet and an IV to recover. It is certainly an act of love to care for these cats. Isn't Callie beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ret_PYCK-uI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KS2N-2DDlPg/s1600-h/Callie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038260510270356194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ret_PYCK-uI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KS2N-2DDlPg/s400/Callie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers likes looking at Callie's picture, but I think she would try to eat Callie if she got the chance. Little Rat Terriers are great with the family, but they love to hunt so much, they get mixed up when they are around other four legged animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-651872395356591318?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/651872395356591318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=651872395356591318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/651872395356591318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/651872395356591318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/snickers-and-cat-adoption.html' title='Snickers and Cat Adoption'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ret_PYCK-uI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KS2N-2DDlPg/s72-c/Callie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5282300770127594600</id><published>2007-03-01T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:53:01.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc was Rescued Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefRYCK-qI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aRnoS2PCV7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037169829095340706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefRYCK-qI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aRnoS2PCV7Y/s400/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefR4CK-rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mX2VOmfGmaA/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037169837685275314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefR4CK-rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/mX2VOmfGmaA/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefSICK-sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/o5ggovnKATU/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037169841980242626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefSICK-sI/AAAAAAAAAXo/o5ggovnKATU/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefSoCK-tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PFtN9VsV4eQ/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037169850570177234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefSoCK-tI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PFtN9VsV4eQ/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has a big dog friend named Doc. Doc was rescued on his death day by a good friend of mine. After he was born, the breeder realized that there was something wrong with him mentally. But he was such a sweet puppy, my friend asked if she could take him home. Doc grew up into a very sweet and loving dog. He doesn't know anything else but love because that is all he has ever gotten. Doc looks like he weighs about 70 pounds and when he sees someone new, he likes to run over to get petted. What a giant sweetheart. He's not very fast at learning new things, and will never be a watch dog. It doesn't matter. He is a great stress reliever. My friend always has someone at home who loves her. Doc got Snickers a new Barbie purse just because he likes her. Snickers could smell Doc, and she couldn't wait to open her present. She loves it! Another new baby!&lt;/span&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/34372616-5282300770127594600?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5282300770127594600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5282300770127594600&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5282300770127594600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5282300770127594600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/03/doc-was-rescued-too.html' title='Doc was Rescued Too'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReefRYCK-qI/AAAAAAAAAXY/aRnoS2PCV7Y/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1671739775055799717</id><published>2007-02-25T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:23:08.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Can't Find a Place to Pee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We just got our second blizzard of the season. It is still snowing outside, but it rained earlier in the day. It sure made the snow we got last night wet and heavy and sloppy. The deck was covered with snow and there was no path for Snickers to get out onto the lawn to go potty. She made do by  finding a spot on the deck. That worked until dad got out there to shovel a trail for Snickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There are lots of bunnies hopping around looking for food. I think they are hiding under the deck to protect themselves from the snow and wind. Snickers is finding the bunny poop and bunny tracks and following the trail. Good thing for the bunnies that the snow is too deep for our three legged Snickers. I think she would be a very good hunter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1671739775055799717?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1671739775055799717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1671739775055799717&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1671739775055799717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1671739775055799717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/snickers-cant-find-place-to-pee.html' title='Snickers Can&apos;t Find a Place to Pee'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1676293845801289387</id><published>2007-02-24T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:24:04.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz9zC1P8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GfGJd-GwW7A/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035151888911515586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz9zC1P8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GfGJd-GwW7A/s400/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz-jC1P9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Oc2a67emnCk/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035151901796417490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz-jC1P9I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Oc2a67emnCk/s400/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz-zC1P-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_6T6VJOB35I/s1600-h/IMG_0580_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035151906091384802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz-zC1P-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/_6T6VJOB35I/s400/IMG_0580_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has a new Elephant. She still plays with the unstuffed baby elephant and carries it around the house. I thought she would enjoy a new stuffed elephant and thought that she treat is a a new baby.&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever wrong. She pounced on this new toy and shook it until she felt it was dead. Then she started tearing pieces off. I had to take this one away because she was so aggressive at tearing it apart, that I was afraid she would choke on pieces. Back to the unstuffed baby elephant for Snickers!&lt;/span&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/34372616-1676293845801289387?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1676293845801289387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1676293845801289387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1676293845801289387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1676293845801289387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/elephant-baby.html' title='Elephant Baby'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/ReBz9zC1P8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/GfGJd-GwW7A/s72-c/IMG_0548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8748504698012245560</id><published>2007-02-20T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:35:01.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rdu89jC1P6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G-EkbHT5gxU/s1600-h/IMG_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033824774081822626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rdu89jC1P6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G-EkbHT5gxU/s400/IMG_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is enjoying the warm weather today. As the snow melts, it forms a crust. Every bunny print and twig and turd is catching the focus of the sun and melting holes through the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rdu89zC1P7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/F0XQ8d9hlJg/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033824778376789938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rdu89zC1P7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/F0XQ8d9hlJg/s400/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;All the snow melt spots give Snickers a chance to hunt mice and ground squirrels. We're back in business! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8748504698012245560?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8748504698012245560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8748504698012245560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8748504698012245560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8748504698012245560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/melting-snow.html' title='Melting Snow'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rdu89jC1P6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/G-EkbHT5gxU/s72-c/IMG_0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7675211268958861787</id><published>2007-02-18T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T11:07:17.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Loves Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here is another link to an article speaking of Roosevelt's contribution to Yellowstone. It is interesting to note that his experiences and friendships developed as a young man strongly influenced his decisions later in life. Although he was considered an environmentalist, he didn't have many of the tools available to him that we have today. Many of his decisions were necessarily based on personal experience and the word of the experts of the day. He is an example of having a vision for the future, setting a goal, and working toward the reality of the goal. We all can work to help conserve and protect, no matter how young or old. Go &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/archive/yell/oldfaithfulcam.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to to view the "Old Faithful" webcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7675211268958861787?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uwacadweb.uwyo.edu/ROBERTSHISTORY/presidential_preservation.htm' title='Snickers Loves Yellowstone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7675211268958861787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7675211268958861787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7675211268958861787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7675211268958861787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/snickers-loves-yellowstone.html' title='Snickers Loves Yellowstone'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-7895462512546403478</id><published>2007-02-17T18:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:45:04.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers and President's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pikipimp.com/clicked/321873" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img height="401" alt="my pimped pic!" src="http://hosted2.pikipimp.com/pimped_photo/s/image/0/321/873/IMG_0469-compiled.JPG" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When I was growing up, we celebrated Washington's Birthday, Lincoln's Birthday and there was talk of celebrating other President's birthdays. Finally, it was decided that we should celebrate all the President's birthdays on a single day, President's Day. Snicker's is going to Honor President Roosevelt this year. She even dressed up in costume for the occasion. President Roosevelt loved the outdoors. He is responsible for setting aside the National Parkland that makes up Yellowstone Park. When you visit the park, as you enter the northern gate, you will cross through the Roosevelt archway marking his contribution. I have added a link to the National Parkservice so you can visit this extraordinary park. We were lucky enough to visit this park two years ago and I count this as one of the highlights of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7895462512546403478?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nps.gov/yell/' title='Snickers and President&apos;s Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7895462512546403478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7895462512546403478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7895462512546403478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7895462512546403478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/snickers-and-presidents-day.html' title='Snickers and President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-474012886124201836</id><published>2007-02-14T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:03:05.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Birthday Adoption Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPXBB39Z1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6wcpUOAWN-I/s1600-h/ben+benjamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031601621385963346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPXBB39Z1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6wcpUOAWN-I/s400/ben+benjamin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers has a new love. (Sorry Boo)! Ben Benjamin is wonderful. What a guy, sending pink roses and babies breath to Snickers! You have won her over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers received so many thoughtful good wishes from her puppy friends. We celebrated two years with Snickers by having a wonderful salad and fresh ham chunks. Yum Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYdR39Z2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/qAQfkbdMGUQ/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603206228895586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYdR39Z2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/qAQfkbdMGUQ/s400/IMG_0565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYdx39Z3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/EOFOwVhXtDc/s1600-h/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603214818830194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYdx39Z3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/EOFOwVhXtDc/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves salad, but you can see what she likes best. The ham is the first to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYeR39Z5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uD6siznHZ9A/s1600-h/IMG_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603223408764818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYeR39Z5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uD6siznHZ9A/s400/IMG_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYeB39Z4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TNXUaj1oLss/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031603219113797506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPYeB39Z4I/AAAAAAAAAV4/TNXUaj1oLss/s400/IMG_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!! May all your dreams come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-474012886124201836?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://colliebenjamin.blogspot.com/' title='Valentine Birthday Adoption Day'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/474012886124201836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=474012886124201836&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/474012886124201836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/474012886124201836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentine-birthday-adoption-day.html' title='Valentine Birthday Adoption Day'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdPXBB39Z1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/6wcpUOAWN-I/s72-c/ben+benjamin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3690182569436844148</id><published>2007-02-13T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:37:08.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Gets Snowed In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Brrrrr...... Enough already! We're just glad we're on the west side of the Great Lakes instead of the East side. Here we are getting "inches" of snow and there they are getting "feet" of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQiB39ZyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vPhOoQXRNnM/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031242648019363618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQiB39ZyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vPhOoQXRNnM/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is pretty mad at me for making her wear this jacket. She likes to think she is the boss and tougher than anybody else. She's really not. She ran and hid behind the couch when she saw me pull out this penguin suit. I think she looks cute in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQih39ZzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZGtumsddo88/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031242656609298226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQih39ZzI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ZGtumsddo88/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Good thing the snow was light and fluffy. We are on our third day of it and we expect to wake up to more shoveling in the morning. I had to bribe Snickers with a shot and a beer to get her to go out and help shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQjR39Z0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/35uNFFB8MMM/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031242669494200130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQjR39Z0I/AAAAAAAAAVM/35uNFFB8MMM/s400/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3690182569436844148?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3690182569436844148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3690182569436844148&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3690182569436844148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3690182569436844148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/snickers-gets-snowed-in.html' title='Snickers Gets Snowed In'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RdKQiB39ZyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vPhOoQXRNnM/s72-c/IMG_0562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8958523425951451278</id><published>2007-02-10T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T12:11:16.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a New Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5SaR39ZvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GdUV4P6Ovao/s1600-h/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030048445247612658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5SaR39ZvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GdUV4P6Ovao/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5Sah39ZwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-zPZW9d84x8/s1600-h/IMG_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030048449542579970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5Sah39ZwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-zPZW9d84x8/s400/IMG_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5SbB39ZxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/amewoPEynUE/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030048458132514578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5SbB39ZxI/AAAAAAAAAUo/amewoPEynUE/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;There's nothing like a warm quilt and a new bone after a cold winter walk.&lt;/span&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/34372616-8958523425951451278?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8958523425951451278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8958523425951451278&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8958523425951451278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8958523425951451278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/happiness-is-new-bone.html' title='Happiness is a New Bone'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rc5SaR39ZvI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GdUV4P6Ovao/s72-c/IMG_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1674326606751720242</id><published>2007-02-08T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:32:24.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parakeet Teasing Rat Terrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvJcx39ZsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OnTLEtPwvIw/s1600-h/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029334905150858946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvJcx39ZsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OnTLEtPwvIw/s400/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Buddy loves to do tricks. One of her favorite games is to sit on the bow of my glasses, then I take them off and swing her. She will sit and swing until she is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvJdB39ZtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/GG1vjdbxHrA/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029334909445826258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvJdB39ZtI/AAAAAAAAAT8/GG1vjdbxHrA/s400/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Then she drops herself and hangs upside down and chatters at Snickers. I think Snickers would love to catch her and eat her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvKfh39ZuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_3AW0jLirU0/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029336051907127010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvKfh39ZuI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_3AW0jLirU0/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Look at Snickers watching Buddy play on the table. Sometimes I wonder who is watching who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1674326606751720242?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1674326606751720242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1674326606751720242&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1674326606751720242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1674326606751720242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/parakeet-teasing-rat-terrier.html' title='Parakeet Teasing Rat Terrier'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcvJcx39ZsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OnTLEtPwvIw/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2923377030344955216</id><published>2007-02-06T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:19:43.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parakeet Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is part Cherokee. Not really, but I am. Buddy is my second parakeet. She is a female and doesn't talk very much, but loves to snuggle. My first parakeet was a male and he spoke over 35 words. Once I was having a meeting at my house with a volunteer group. Hank wouldn't stop talking, he was so excited to have all the company. Finally, one lady leaned over to shush him. Hank walked over to her side of his cage and said, "Hey Baby. How about a kiss." That bird was the talk of the town! I had saved Hanks tail feathers as he dropped them over the years. When he died, my sister made a beautiful dream catcher out of his feathers. I have it hanging in my office. It reminds me what a wonderful sister I have and what a special gift Hank was to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2923377030344955216?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2923377030344955216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2923377030344955216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2923377030344955216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2923377030344955216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/parakeet-dream-catcher.html' title='Parakeet Dream Catcher'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-8399111070563697705</id><published>2007-02-04T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:22:46.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa4VlPcKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/X5LwLghFeXw/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027805957918257314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa4VlPcKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/X5LwLghFeXw/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What's a girl to do when it's 8 below with a -22 degree wind chill? Hmmm... How about bird watching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa4llPcLI/AAAAAAAAATA/DrUpaS2X_DQ/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027805962213224626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa4llPcLI/AAAAAAAAATA/DrUpaS2X_DQ/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Well, maybe bird hunting??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5FlPcMI/AAAAAAAAATI/1Exi8SjZp5A/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027805970803159234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5FlPcMI/AAAAAAAAATI/1Exi8SjZp5A/s400/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Okay, maybe we can be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5VlPcNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Q8Gjvgss1lE/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027805975098126546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5VlPcNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Q8Gjvgss1lE/s400/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Better yet, how about dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5llPcOI/AAAAAAAAATY/pkW-Moj_fqU/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027805979393093858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa5llPcOI/AAAAAAAAATY/pkW-Moj_fqU/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'll catch you tomorrow. Time for my nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8399111070563697705?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8399111070563697705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8399111070563697705&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8399111070563697705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8399111070563697705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/bird-watching.html' title='Bird Watching'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcZa4VlPcKI/AAAAAAAAAS4/X5LwLghFeXw/s72-c/IMG_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-910083153444138081</id><published>2007-02-03T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T11:06:35.745-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cold for a Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcS-iVlPcJI/AAAAAAAAASs/x5CYCzKHzZE/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027352581170491538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcS-iVlPcJI/AAAAAAAAASs/x5CYCzKHzZE/s400/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Today is a good day for staying inside,curled up in the master's lap with the new baby. Yep, Snickers is taking good care of her new toy, but still has the remains of the baby elephant. I think I will add new stuffing and give it back to her. She had it for so long and took such good care of it, it will be fun to see what happens with the elephant now that she has adopted a new baby. It is only 1 degree outside today and we expect 10 below zero tonight. That's weather you need to plan for. All the beer and brandy has gone into the basement from the garage. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;cupboard&lt;/span&gt; doors that have plumbing have been opened to the house to keep the pipes from freezing. Snickers needs to wear her coat when she steps outside and even she is leaving her baby at the door and not taking her out. If we need to go out, the cell phone rides along so help can be summoned if needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-910083153444138081?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/910083153444138081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=910083153444138081&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/910083153444138081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/910083153444138081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-cold-for-walk.html' title='Too Cold for a Walk'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcS-iVlPcJI/AAAAAAAAASs/x5CYCzKHzZE/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-72562076919055096</id><published>2007-02-02T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:00:37.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr, Cold Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You can't call us "hot dogs" now! It's only 1 degree outside and it's going to get even colder this weekend. The snow that is out side is just crackling. Snickers runs outside, does her business, turns and looks surprised at what she's done, sniffs, and runs back inside. No barking for Harley, or chasing rabbits for this little terrier. Let's get back inside and curl up on Master's lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-72562076919055096?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/72562076919055096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=72562076919055096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/72562076919055096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/72562076919055096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/02/brrrr-cold-dogs.html' title='Brrrr, Cold Dogs'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-3036041941053029466</id><published>2007-01-31T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:41:32.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs Love Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFEk1lPcEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5Ftl3aWQf0/s1600-h/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026374058771443778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFEk1lPcEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5Ftl3aWQf0/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFElVlPcFI/AAAAAAAAASA/cfnxj74_mMs/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026374067361378386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFElVlPcFI/AAAAAAAAASA/cfnxj74_mMs/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFEl1lPcGI/AAAAAAAAASI/PIpAVbum8p0/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026374075951312994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFEl1lPcGI/AAAAAAAAASI/PIpAVbum8p0/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dogs love peanut butter, and I love to feed it to them! It is so much fun to watch them lick their lips and the roof of their mouth. It sure keeps them busy for a while. Plus they will love you forever. Haha, isn't she funny to watch? Her face looks all crooked and silly.&lt;/span&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/34372616-3036041941053029466?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3036041941053029466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3036041941053029466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3036041941053029466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3036041941053029466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/dogs-love-peanut-butter.html' title='Dogs Love Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RcFEk1lPcEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/O5Ftl3aWQf0/s72-c/IMG_0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2078053386574779838</id><published>2007-01-29T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:56:42.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More New Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I work at the best place. People try to be supportive of each other and encourage each other's interests. Today when I got to work, I had two little surprises looking up at me from my keyboard. Aren't they adorable? I need to find names for them. I think one looks like Snickers and the other looks like Boo Casanova. Click on my link and see what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pfLvdvSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F2U44h1Fjkg/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025640587384962338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pfLvdvSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F2U44h1Fjkg/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers couldn't wait to meet the new additions to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pfbvdvTI/AAAAAAAAARE/PLdy5iCYg14/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025640591679929650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pfbvdvTI/AAAAAAAAARE/PLdy5iCYg14/s400/IMG_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;thought for sure she would want the one that looked like herself. It could have been another new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pf7vdvUI/AAAAAAAAARM/iT4Gyxk40Zg/s1600-h/IMG_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025640600269864258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pf7vdvUI/AAAAAAAAARM/iT4Gyxk40Zg/s400/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;First she sniffed the two new puppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6p3rvdvVI/AAAAAAAAARU/o2lmKCYk9q4/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025641008291757394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6p3rvdvVI/AAAAAAAAARU/o2lmKCYk9q4/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But look, it's the Boo Casanova look alike that turned out to be her favorite! Look how gently she picks it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6p5rvdvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/hEqoWwiqDso/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025641042651495778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6p5rvdvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/hEqoWwiqDso/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2078053386574779838?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sammie-s.com/boo/' title='More New Puppies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2078053386574779838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2078053386574779838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2078053386574779838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2078053386574779838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-new-puppies.html' title='More New Puppies'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Rb6pfLvdvSI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/F2U44h1Fjkg/s72-c/IMG_0522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8130368724648006362</id><published>2007-01-27T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:59:48.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Puppy for Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We went to the pet store this afternoon and surprised Snickers with a new toy. I had it in the bag and before I could get my coat hung up Snickers pulled it out and claimed it as her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvW_bvdvOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Y1isOy0mrA/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024846194528861410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvW_bvdvOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Y1isOy0mrA/s400/IMG_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Bob had to work to try to get the toy away and cut the tag off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvW_7vdvPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jw2Ys7XrakA/s1600-h/IMG_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024846203118796018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvW_7vdvPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jw2Ys7XrakA/s400/IMG_0512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It squeeks as though it were alive! I wonder how long that will last? This one came a spare squeeker just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvXALvdvQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IuFyP-9qr9s/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024846207413763330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvXALvdvQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IuFyP-9qr9s/s400/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Off Snickers runs to hide her new baby! Catch me if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvXAbvdvRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rxMX0mZdT-A/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024846211708730642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvXAbvdvRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rxMX0mZdT-A/s400/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8130368724648006362?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8130368724648006362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8130368724648006362&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8130368724648006362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8130368724648006362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-puppy-for-snickers.html' title='New Puppy for Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbvW_bvdvOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6Y1isOy0mrA/s72-c/IMG_0513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7085821124880770577</id><published>2007-01-26T18:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:08:55.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Rings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbqXyLvdvMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tJ6kpfxebx8/s1600-h/IMG_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024495222686334146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbqXyLvdvMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tJ6kpfxebx8/s400/IMG_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbqXyrvdvNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S7ZhyhJtwVU/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024495231276268754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbqXyrvdvNI/AAAAAAAAAP8/S7ZhyhJtwVU/s400/IMG_0510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves to play. You could almost say she lived to play, except she also lives to eat, to be petted, to snuggle, to hunt.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers could pull your arm off with these ring toys. Bob loves to just tug on them with her. I won't tug because it hurts my hands. I hold my hand down the way Bob is, but I won't take the ring. I wait for Snickers to place it in my fingers. Once I have it, she lets go and I throw it for her. She plays with each of us differently depending on how we like to play. She doesn't care who plays or how, she just wants to play. Isn't it amazing how much strength she has in her legs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7085821124880770577?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7085821124880770577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7085821124880770577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7085821124880770577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7085821124880770577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/dog-rings.html' title='Dog Rings'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbqXyLvdvMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tJ6kpfxebx8/s72-c/IMG_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1724436148203424791</id><published>2007-01-25T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:09:06.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Takes Care of Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluvrvdvII/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xbf6eCEK1kU/s1600-h/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024168624783211650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluvrvdvII/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xbf6eCEK1kU/s400/IMG_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Yep, mom's got a sore nose from yesterday's clunk. Snickers is keeping a close eye on me. She seems to be able to sense the bruise. She likes to put her paws up on my shoulder and lick my face. When she isn't doing that, she is curled up in my lap either watching for intruders or watching me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwLvdvJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/um0K1saV-zs/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024168633373146258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwLvdvJI/AAAAAAAAAPM/um0K1saV-zs/s400/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Don't worry, Snickers. I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwbvdvKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WzDjZeBRxa8/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024168637668113570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwbvdvKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/WzDjZeBRxa8/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Can you get any cozier than this? Happiness really is a warm puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwrvdvLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rce8_Hsef-o/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024168641963080882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluwrvdvLI/AAAAAAAAAPc/rce8_Hsef-o/s400/IMG_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1724436148203424791?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1724436148203424791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1724436148203424791&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1724436148203424791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1724436148203424791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-takes-care-of-mom.html' title='Snickers Takes Care of Mom'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbluvrvdvII/AAAAAAAAAPE/Xbf6eCEK1kU/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8306131344756984588</id><published>2007-01-24T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T16:53:13.772-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Lands a Knockout Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I learned a lesson today. Don't bend over your dog to give them a kiss on the top of the head while they are still excited to see you. OUCH!! Snickers jumped and moved her head up at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Mom got nailed right in the nose. No pictures today, I'm busy with an ice pack trying to get the bleeding to stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I guess every winning fighter earns a prize. Snickers will get a chicken chew strip to get her out of my hair for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8306131344756984588?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8306131344756984588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8306131344756984588&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8306131344756984588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8306131344756984588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-lands-knockout-punch.html' title='Snickers Lands a Knockout Punch'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-4010951448864747150</id><published>2007-01-23T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:25:16.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Death in the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This was a very sad day. Snickers decided to kill her baby. That's right, she figured out it was a stuffed elephant and not a real baby and tore a hole in it's head. Then she pulled all the stuffing out. I found bits of the filling all over the parlor. I can't believe she finally did this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eviscerated&lt;/span&gt; every one of her toys within a month of getting them. But the elephant, she has had for almost a year. She has taken this baby outside to go potty, to the food and water dishes to eat and drink, and even to bed when it is time to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What happened to make her turn on her baby? I think it is my fault. I put the baby in the washer and dryer and made it all sweet smelling and soft. She no longer recognized her scent on the toy. Could it be she no longer recognized it as her own? Bad me. Too bad, so sad. We need to shop for a new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I always thought that if you found a baby bird outside a nest that you shouldn't touch it, but instead should leave it for the mother. I learned that this is not true. Birds  will keep their young if returned to the nest quickly enough without injury. But if the baby is left too long and the body temperature is too low or the baby bird is injured, the mother recognizes that the baby will die and will push it out again to make room for the surviving young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nature will win, if we let it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4010951448864747150?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4010951448864747150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4010951448864747150&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4010951448864747150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4010951448864747150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-in-family.html' title='A Death in the Family'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-5649408793747768237</id><published>2007-01-22T19:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:29:32.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Terrier and Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Good thing Snickers only has to worry about getting three cold feet! She looks like she is about ready to come in the house and warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbVijLvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XCoGs98SusI/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023029315988470898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbVijLvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XCoGs98SusI/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Doesn't it look like a crystal wonderland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023029144189779042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbViZLvdvGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/w0oDbsi1Vjk/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It is still snowing in this picture. The world looks so peaceful from Snickers' back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbVh67vdvFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/prL4wo9AzVU/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023028624498736210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbVh67vdvFI/AAAAAAAAAOg/prL4wo9AzVU/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5649408793747768237?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5649408793747768237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5649408793747768237&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5649408793747768237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5649408793747768237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/rat-terrier-and-snow.html' title='Rat Terrier and Snow'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbVijLvdvHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XCoGs98SusI/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7578561601152493885</id><published>2007-01-21T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T14:46:03.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow In Snickers Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbPQstC1TCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xQDTTfz_r4M/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022587475872533538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbPQstC1TCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xQDTTfz_r4M/s400/IMG_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbPQtNC1TDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CiCbcpsbLW4/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022587484462468146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbPQtNC1TDI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CiCbcpsbLW4/s400/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers finally has some snow in which to play. She is enjoying hunting for mice and calling her dog friends to play. Harley came over but was running so fast I couldn't get a good picture. Snickers loves to play with that big Golden. What a gentle giant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7578561601152493885?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7578561601152493885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7578561601152493885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7578561601152493885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7578561601152493885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-in-snickers-yard.html' title='Snow In Snickers Yard'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbPQstC1TCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xQDTTfz_r4M/s72-c/IMG_0500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6719442846881040201</id><published>2007-01-20T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:49:57.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy's Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbJ_jNC1TBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RFnmSIyK2ZY/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022216777245215762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbJ_jNC1TBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RFnmSIyK2ZY/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Saturday's are a good day to get the laundry done. Today, I took Snickers' baby and gave it a bath along with the towels. When it came out of the dryer, I gave it to Snickers. She sniffed it, gently took it from me, and ran into the parlor to place the baby behind the chairs in a sunny spot so it could warm up. Isn't she a good mama? She stands close by her baby so I won't take it away for another bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-6719442846881040201?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6719442846881040201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6719442846881040201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6719442846881040201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6719442846881040201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/puppys-bath.html' title='Puppy&apos;s Bath'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbJ_jNC1TBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/RFnmSIyK2ZY/s72-c/IMG_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-496344075161827967</id><published>2007-01-19T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:58:43.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Stair Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbFLFdC1S_I/AAAAAAAAANk/NK4--1vfOic/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021877616562752498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbFLFdC1S_I/AAAAAAAAANk/NK4--1vfOic/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers is such a silly dog. When we get home we have to follow the same ritual every single time or Snickers cries like a baby. Is she spoiled or does she need the ritual to feel secure, or am I a human trying to get into a dog's brain? I finally followed Snickers command and ran up the stairs to put her on the bed and rub her tummy. Then I ran downstairs and filled her dog dishes with food, a treat and fresh water. Then I ran back to the stairs and played doggy hide and seek between the stair rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbFLGNC1TAI/AAAAAAAAANs/CY8I6bREacU/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021877629447654402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbFLGNC1TAI/AAAAAAAAANs/CY8I6bREacU/s400/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Come to think of it, who's the one that has all the brains here? Sounds like a good life to me! Where's my tummy rub? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On a different note, everyone seemed to enjoy the miniature quilt I posted. Is there any interest in an a little class with Snickers, or would you rather I stuck to just Snickers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-496344075161827967?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/496344075161827967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=496344075161827967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/496344075161827967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/496344075161827967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-stair-fun.html' title='Snickers&apos; Stair Fun'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RbFLFdC1S_I/AAAAAAAAANk/NK4--1vfOic/s72-c/IMG_0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-162160972018875668</id><published>2007-01-17T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:19:43.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers and the Miniature Quilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra7KvtC1S-I/AAAAAAAAANY/rfQxfghxhAo/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021173555458821090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra7KvtC1S-I/AAAAAAAAANY/rfQxfghxhAo/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Remember the little one inch fabric squares Snickers and I cut out a while back? Well, here is the product of one of our ventures into quilting. I gave this miniature to my boss for Christmas when I was her Secret Santa. It was so much fun to make. I was very happy to be able to give it to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers was a little funny about posing with me. She is still a little timid when around new objects.&lt;/span&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/34372616-162160972018875668?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/162160972018875668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=162160972018875668&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/162160972018875668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/162160972018875668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-and-miniature-quilt.html' title='Snickers and the Miniature Quilt'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra7KvtC1S-I/AAAAAAAAANY/rfQxfghxhAo/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1367736218980320534</id><published>2007-01-16T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:05:32.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Pads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DfdC1S7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/047L7lpPHpk/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020813735983664050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DfdC1S7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/047L7lpPHpk/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Because Snickers is a three legged dog, we try to keep her pads in good condition. This can be hard when it gets cold and icy. We finally are back to our good cold snowy Wisconsin weather. We received about 4 inches of snow, and when there is snow, there is ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DftC1S8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/T34M7CusxRk/s1600-h/IMG_0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020813740278631362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DftC1S8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/T34M7CusxRk/s400/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I needed to put a little salt outside on the ice around the walk. I use as little as possible, but sometimes, you just need to bite the bullet for the sake of safety. I don't want to risk falling, and I don't want Snickers to fall. I've noticed that she will like her paws to remove salt and snow which can further damage her pads. I've tried using these little booties with pads, but she doesn't think very highly of them and would just as soon they disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DgNC1S9I/AAAAAAAAANE/PAAgZ0okV2c/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020813748868565970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DgNC1S9I/AAAAAAAAANE/PAAgZ0okV2c/s400/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I check Snickers pads for cracks and use warm water on a towel to rinse them at least once a day during this period. If Snickers pads show any sign of cracking I like to use udder balm or Vaseline at night to soften them. Udder balm is readily available in Wisconsin, it is used by dairy farmers to put on cow's udder's to keep them in good condition for milking. It is also a popular hand lotion for men and women alike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1367736218980320534?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1367736218980320534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1367736218980320534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1367736218980320534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1367736218980320534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-pads.html' title='Snickers Pads'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Ra2DfdC1S7I/AAAAAAAAAM0/047L7lpPHpk/s72-c/IMG_0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-3587556219913202702</id><published>2007-01-15T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:17:38.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Edible Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Raw1OdC1S6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0HJmcSrJNmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Raw1OdC1S6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0HJmcSrJNmQ/s400/IMG_0129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020446207042210722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My brother is blogging about creating an edible garden as his yard rather than having grass and plants that you need to water. He has an interesting pole bean garden against his house, and pineapples and ginger along with fruit trees. My girlfriends think he needs to also grow edible flowers like nasturtium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers really doesn't care too much about those plants. But she &lt;strong&gt;loves &lt;/strong&gt;peppers, she likes to dig up bulbs and tubers. Her idea of an edible garden is lots of bunnies running around, mom turning the dirt and finding worms to munch on, dad putting out bird seed so there are birds to hunt (the birds are too smart for Snickers) and lots of tree squirrels and field mice to catch and shake. What fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I think by watching Snickers at work, it might give us an idea of what we might have eaten when we lived in caves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Check out his link to your left at Robert Brinkmann's Garden Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3587556219913202702?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://robertbrinkmanngarden.blogspot.com/' title='Snickers Edible Garden'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3587556219913202702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3587556219913202702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3587556219913202702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3587556219913202702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-edible-garden.html' title='Snickers Edible Garden'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Raw1OdC1S6I/AAAAAAAAAMo/0HJmcSrJNmQ/s72-c/IMG_0129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2157244859761130941</id><published>2007-01-14T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T16:21:15.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Finds Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh, Dad. Do I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; have to wipe my feet when I come in out of the snow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaqrudC1S3I/AAAAAAAAAME/qaT-JCtw6s4/s1600-h/IMG_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020013549216680818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaqrudC1S3I/AAAAAAAAAME/qaT-JCtw6s4/s400/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So what do you think? Should we go for a walk or take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaqrutC1S4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xb5Btc8_5ho/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020013553511648130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaqrutC1S4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xb5Btc8_5ho/s400/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ok, nap works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Raqru9C1S5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/V-zS4gSzkRU/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020013557806615442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/Raqru9C1S5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/V-zS4gSzkRU/s400/IMG_0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2157244859761130941?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2157244859761130941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2157244859761130941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2157244859761130941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2157244859761130941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-finds-snow.html' title='Snickers Finds Snow'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaqrudC1S3I/AAAAAAAAAME/qaT-JCtw6s4/s72-c/IMG_0484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-7724027261383627295</id><published>2007-01-13T17:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:18:32.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Snickers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We had much work to do today; shopping, and visiting relatives. We decided again to see if Snickers was comfortable alone in the house. She has been with us for over a year and we have left her alone periodically for longer and longer times. Today she handled it for four hours! This time her hiding place was curled in her bed. She was at the front window watching us as we pulled away, and when we came home, she ran to the front window and watched us when she heard the car pull in to the driveway. But this time she was barking and scolding us! Bad parents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-7724027261383627295?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/7724027261383627295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=7724027261383627295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7724027261383627295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/7724027261383627295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/hooray-for-snickers.html' title='Hooray for Snickers!'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-8996386809596054447</id><published>2007-01-12T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:18:14.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Early Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers found some lilies coming up. We have lilies scattered throughout our gardens. Some bloom in the spring and some later in the season. It is still too early to see green. The weather is expected to get into the 20's this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxN9C1S0I/AAAAAAAAALg/sdhEQ9OTiEI/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019315900498922306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxN9C1S0I/AAAAAAAAALg/sdhEQ9OTiEI/s400/IMG_0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Where did that bunny go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxOdC1S1I/AAAAAAAAALo/xoYjXeamu2M/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019315909088856914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxOdC1S1I/AAAAAAAAALo/xoYjXeamu2M/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We found a wild geranium greening out. Snickers and I need to get out this weekend and give these babies more cover. I didn't spread out straw this fall expecting a mild winter. I didn't anticipate this much early growth. Snickers added some of her personal fertilizer to one of my bed we planted with bulbs. We found a couple bulbs had been dug up and munched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxO9C1S2I/AAAAAAAAALw/RzjnX5OidE0/s1600-h/IMG_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019315917678791522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxO9C1S2I/AAAAAAAAALw/RzjnX5OidE0/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8996386809596054447?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8996386809596054447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8996386809596054447&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8996386809596054447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8996386809596054447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-early-spring.html' title='Snickers&apos; Early Spring'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RagxN9C1S0I/AAAAAAAAALg/sdhEQ9OTiEI/s72-c/IMG_0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2026056091953083698</id><published>2007-01-11T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T19:34:36.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' Daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RabckNC1SyI/AAAAAAAAALI/nEixVBWs2mg/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018941349285940002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RabckNC1SyI/AAAAAAAAALI/nEixVBWs2mg/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;On Snickers' quest for critters she discovered that the daisies are greening out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RabckdC1SzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9fXEtOuFOI4/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018941353580907314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RabckdC1SzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/9fXEtOuFOI4/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We heard the weather man talking about the warm winter weather in Wisconsin. He said it was a combination of global warming and an unusual northern flow to the El Nino winds. Just west in Colorado they are being buried in snow. Today we got rain mixed with flurries. Look out daisies! You should still be asleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2026056091953083698?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2026056091953083698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2026056091953083698&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2026056091953083698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2026056091953083698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-snickers-quest-for-critters-she.html' title='Snickers&apos; Daisies'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RabckNC1SyI/AAAAAAAAALI/nEixVBWs2mg/s72-c/IMG_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1197973639545100726</id><published>2007-01-10T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:32:00.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Sniffs out Sedum</title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzTdC1SvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j6D1BmiM42U/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018544137825503986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzTdC1SvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j6D1BmiM42U/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers found sedum shoots in various places around the yard. I usually like to keep the dead foliage throughout the winter as cover for the critters. But the shoots are so big, I am risking cutting them down so I don't damage the new growth later on. Although my husband is enjoying the golf, I don't like the warm weather right now. We need to have prolonged hard freeze to kill theinsects that seem to be growing more abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzTtC1SwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vEf1BwaZrrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018544142120471298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzTtC1SwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vEf1BwaZrrQ/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The shoots are quite large already. I don't normally see this until sometime in March when the weather warms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzUNC1SxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_BX-gI-R9A8/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018544150710405906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzUNC1SxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_BX-gI-R9A8/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I wonder what will happen when (if) we get the cold weather and snow that we typically see? I covered these green shoots with the cut dried foliage to help protect them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1197973639545100726?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1197973639545100726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1197973639545100726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1197973639545100726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1197973639545100726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-sniffs-out-sedum.html' title='Snickers Sniffs out Sedum'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaVzTdC1SvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/j6D1BmiM42U/s72-c/IMG_0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5206402707891137766</id><published>2007-01-09T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:54:03.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Change in Snickers Backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We have heard quite a lot about climate change recently. Is it happening, isn't it happening, is it the fault of humans, and so on. Climate change is truly a cyclic phenomenon, you need only to look at the history of the planet to know this. But I don't think there is any question that the imprint of humans and their use of carbon based products is having an affect in accelerating the process of climate change. There is so much we could do to minimize the imprint we are making. Do you know that right now in the State of Wisconsin, we have a company that dumps mercury as one of its byproducts in manufacturing. This company wants to convert to a process that does not use mercury. It is asking the state to freeze its electric bill for ten years so they can afford to pay for this conversion. The state "powers that be" are actually arguing about whether or not they should agree to this. Maybe I'm being short sighted, but doesn't it cost the state a whole lot more to pay for mercury cleanup in our soils and streams? What is the cost to the fishing industry, the Great Lakes, tourism? What are the health care costs to children born of mothers who eat mercury polluted food? I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaRDRSiuYCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GHStGJ9Dc_s/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018209849111896098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaRDRSiuYCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GHStGJ9Dc_s/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyhow, here we are in the first half of January and we are documenting buds on our maple trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaRDRyiuYDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ehb9Liya7eY/s1600-h/IMG_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018209857701830706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaRDRyiuYDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ehb9Liya7eY/s400/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We also found buds on our elderberry bushes. There are many new shoots popping out of the ground with fresh leaves. You may need to click on the pictures to enlarge to get a better view.&lt;br /&gt;Snickers and I hope the weather gets much colder to kill some of the bugs that are dormant out there. We hate mosquitos. West Nile Virus has become very deadly for the birds and other animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5206402707891137766?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5206402707891137766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5206402707891137766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5206402707891137766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5206402707891137766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/climate-change-in-snickers-backyard.html' title='Climate Change in Snickers Backyard'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaRDRSiuYCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/GHStGJ9Dc_s/s72-c/IMG_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-5080343113588079611</id><published>2007-01-08T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:25:32.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers the Rat Terrier Finds the Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The weather was so warm this weekend that Snickers and I went for a walk around the yard to check things out. She took me for a good sniff around when she caught the scent of some small critter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaL6WiiuYAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZW0OZtc4z8/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017848199980670978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaL6WiiuYAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZW0OZtc4z8/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She stopped by the downspout as if to say, "Okay, I found the critter, now what are you going to do about it?" We have seen many ground squirrels come and go in these spouts and have caught some in those humane traps. When we do, we transport them miles away so they don't move back in. If Snickers got hold of them, there wouldn't be anything left! (She practices on her toys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaL6XCiuYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KJYbT5h5L-8/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017848208570605586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaL6XCiuYBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KJYbT5h5L-8/s400/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-5080343113588079611?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/5080343113588079611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=5080343113588079611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5080343113588079611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/5080343113588079611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-rat-terrier-finds-scent.html' title='Snickers the Rat Terrier Finds the Scent'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RaL6WiiuYAI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fZW0OZtc4z8/s72-c/IMG_0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8600644846229916374</id><published>2007-01-07T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:07:40.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers Hiding Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We needed to get up at 3am to have Adriane at the airport for her flight. We decided to leave Snickers out of her kennel. We do this occasionally to see how she will tolerate it. She seems fine for short periods, but then tends to stress out and make a mess. We hadn't been able to find her secret snuggle spot until today. We returned home about three hours after we left and found a nice warm spot on the love seat in the parlor. As soon as Snickers heard the car door slam, she became quite excited, but was not destructive while we were gone. Was this because it was an early run, or is she becoming more secure? We'll need to continue to explore.&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor just rescued a yellow lab. They have had it for several weeks now. He is two years old and came house trained. He wasn't sure how the lab would behave when left alone, and so first started with a confinement to a hallway, then a small room, then several rooms and now the dog has the run of the house. He has never had an accident and is not destructive. The only issue is that he didn't want the dog to sit in his recliner and so has been putting a large heavy pillow on the recliner to keep the dog off. Every day, he comes home from work and finds the pillow up against the front door and the dog has been in the recliner.&lt;br /&gt;I think they both know which seat is the most comfortable in the house! We look forward to introducing Snickers to our new neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-8600644846229916374?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8600644846229916374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8600644846229916374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8600644846229916374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8600644846229916374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-hiding-spot.html' title='Snickers Hiding Spot'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-2989051598468554856</id><published>2007-01-05T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:11:58.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers the Three Legged Rat Terrier and Toby the Maltipoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I thought you would enjoy watching the three legged rat terrier in action. Don't blink or you will miss her. She is racing around with Toby, the Maltipoo. They are about the same size and are racing around to see who ends up with the favorite bacon strip chewy toy instead of the plain rawhide. I'll give you three guesses who the winner is! Snickers doesn't know she only has three legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjNLXaHAeJQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjNLXaHAeJQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2989051598468554856?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2989051598468554856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2989051598468554856&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2989051598468554856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2989051598468554856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-three-legged-rat-terrier-and.html' title='Snickers the Three Legged Rat Terrier and Toby the Maltipoo'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-385510564321123310</id><published>2007-01-05T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:23:21.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with the Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This was a fun day for me. Snickers has been so busy keeping watch over everything that she was pretty worn out today. My daughter and son-in-law came in late because they were visiting as many people as they could fit in. Snickers woke up and groweled loudly to be sure we were awake. We helped her check everything out and when we knew it was family coming home, we all went to bed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The girls all got up early. Snickers got fed and watered, then she promptly fell asleep in her kennel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ8U6SiuX-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Sm_3glSZ2lg/s1600-h/dog0037.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016751501556473826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ8U6SiuX-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Sm_3glSZ2lg/s400/dog0037.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Off we went to get our hair redone. We all got cuts and colors and looked like new women when we were done. All the guys think they are now married to someone else! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ8VYCiuX_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TNIj_0UnvmI/s1600-h/doll066.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016752012657582066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ8VYCiuX_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/TNIj_0UnvmI/s400/doll066.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What a fun day. Tomorrow my son-on-law leaves to fly back to Arizona. We have one more day with our daughter and off she goes. It is always hard to say good-bye.&lt;/span&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/34372616-385510564321123310?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/385510564321123310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=385510564321123310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/385510564321123310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/385510564321123310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/time-with-girls.html' title='Time with the Girls'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ8U6SiuX-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/Sm_3glSZ2lg/s72-c/dog0037.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2821125743890193546</id><published>2007-01-04T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:56:22.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers loves entertaining and being entertained. As a matter of fact, she thinks it is mandatory that she is at the center of attention whether it is a human or another dog that is doing the entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o8aTFZvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3D9s1_IDyAk/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016280947021407986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o8aTFZvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3D9s1_IDyAk/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey, don't forget to include my baby and me in the family picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o8qTFZwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZWgbyYYxe0M/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016280951316375298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o8qTFZwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZWgbyYYxe0M/s400/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Come on big guy! You can be rougher than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o86TFZxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/umRQuPR5bss/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016280955611342610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o86TFZxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/umRQuPR5bss/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Come and get it, Toby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2821125743890193546?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2821125743890193546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2821125743890193546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2821125743890193546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2821125743890193546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/party-dog.html' title='Party Dog'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZ1o8aTFZvI/AAAAAAAAAIs/3D9s1_IDyAk/s72-c/IMG_0457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6496449844521385539</id><published>2007-01-03T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:04:33.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers at the Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Oh my goodness! We are so tired tonight. My daughter and son-in-law are visiting from Arizona and we had an open house tonight. We had plenty of guests and Snickers had a visitor also. My brother brought his Maltipoo, Toby. Snickers is the boss of them and wastes no time in letting Toby know. Toby goes along with this, but that doesn't stop him from chasing around the house and stealing treats and nipping and.... What a hysterical sight! They were doing figure eights around the parlor. I have it on video. If I can figure out how to post it, I will do that later this week. I can't wait to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;At one point, one of the guests stepped on Snickers foot. It was an accident, but Snickers thought the guest was being aggressive. We had to give her a time out to compose herself, and then we were able to bring her back out to make friends. Once she knew there was no danger, she was fine. Having a rescue, we will always have to be aware that situations may arise that might be frightening and be prepared to have a place for Snickers to feel safe. Because we were at home, we were able to kennel her for a short time. I don't believe there was any danger of a bite to any one, but Snickers had her ears back and was yowling and growling and looking at the guest in an unkind manner.&lt;br /&gt;She is very sweet and friendly by nature, so she was back to playing with every one in no time. We will all sleep good tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-6496449844521385539?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6496449844521385539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6496449844521385539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6496449844521385539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6496449844521385539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/snickers-at-party.html' title='Snickers at the Party'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-3579707452159650563</id><published>2007-01-02T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:46:02.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canine Nursing Home Visits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dogs often visit nursing homes to help the residents. There is something about a snugly, wriggly, warm blooded animal that gives a person a warm fuzzy feeling inside. We took Snickers to visit Grandma and both were excited to see each other. This time Grandma is on oxygen so there is the noise of the compressor that is strange to Snickers. As we continue to visit, she will become accustomed to this noise and not be frightened. We reassure her that it is not a scary sound and won't hurt her. You can see she is a little nervous and wants to stay close to dad. As soon as we told Snickers that she was going to visit Grandma, she couldn't wait to see her. Here we are as we get ready to go and as we visit.&lt;br /&gt;Before you bring your pet to visit family or friends at a long term care facility, be sure you check ahead of time to find out what the rules and regulations are. In our case, we needed to bring in a copy of rabies and vaccination schedule to show proof of compliance. We also needed to avoid the food tray schedule so that we didn't interfere with meal time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9xqTFZpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KBQhIgegTsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9xqTFZpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KBQhIgegTsQ/s400/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015459427151865490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9yqTFZqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PFARw-TYXMU/s1600-h/IMG_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9yqTFZqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/PFARw-TYXMU/s400/IMG_0446.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015459444331734690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9zaTFZrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8JQUXYQOHeg/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9zaTFZrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8JQUXYQOHeg/s400/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015459457216636594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3579707452159650563?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3579707452159650563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3579707452159650563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3579707452159650563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3579707452159650563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2007/01/canine-nursing-home-visits.html' title='Canine Nursing Home Visits'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZp9xqTFZpI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KBQhIgegTsQ/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-2022800197069297073</id><published>2006-12-31T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T03:10:07.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, Snickers, resolve:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to lick the face of every human that crosses my path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to finish my food as soon as it is put out and always beg for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to play every day and make the humans play with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;that when I am done playing, I will jump in the lap of one of the humans and watch the other one so they don't escape my licks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to catch Buddy the parakeet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to search out and catch any bunnies or ground squirrels that run through the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to continue to stalk the cat that lives behind us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to greet the humans every time they walk in the house as though I haven't seen them for a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to keep sneaking up to the pillow end of the bed at night (the humans don't realize I can guard them better from here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;not to be so frightened of the weird noises at the nursing home when we visit grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to make the humans take me for walks at least four times a week so they get their exercise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to beg for vegetables so the humans remember to eat right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;to fall asleep in the human laps so they pet me and learn to relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;that I will remind the humans that love, friendship and kindness are the most important things and the more you share them, the more you get that back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZjNBqTFZoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XP2wAiLGSSc/s1600-h/IMG_0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014983613494945410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZjNBqTFZoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XP2wAiLGSSc/s400/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-2022800197069297073?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/2022800197069297073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=2022800197069297073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2022800197069297073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/2022800197069297073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-resolutions-2007.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions 2007'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZjNBqTFZoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/XP2wAiLGSSc/s72-c/IMG_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-1305823164090621167</id><published>2006-12-31T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:11:06.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Bay Packers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZhDaqTFZnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OiqnEZ2zDOM/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014832310387041906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZhDaqTFZnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OiqnEZ2zDOM/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Tonight we are spending New Year's Eve with some close friends watching the Green Bay Packers. They don't have a chance to get in the playoffs, but they are still playing for pride and we get to see one of the best quarterbacks that ever played the game, Brett Favre. And speaking of pride, I'm not so sure Snickers has any left after I made her pose with this Green Bay Packers sweatshirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-1305823164090621167?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/1305823164090621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=1305823164090621167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1305823164090621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/1305823164090621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/green-bay-packers.html' title='Green Bay Packers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZhDaqTFZnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/OiqnEZ2zDOM/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-990753429320963586</id><published>2006-12-30T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T10:20:29.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I found this post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;. It is a short video of a couple going to a shelter to rescue a Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Russel&lt;/span&gt; Rat Terrier Mix. The road looks just like the one we were on when we found Snickers, but her shelter was fenced and allowed the dogs to run free outside. At night, most of the smaller dogs were put in kennels inside. The lady at Snickers shelter told me she needed to be leashed before they brought her in so she wouldn't kill any of the cats. Sometimes it can be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; experience going to a shelter, but I think you'll agree that the smiles on the new owners faces and the relief you can see on this dog all make the search and rescue worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iv9pvi7NQ0k" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-990753429320963586?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/990753429320963586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=990753429320963586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/990753429320963586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/990753429320963586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue Me'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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-34372616.post-3422770372647227295</id><published>2006-12-29T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:21:34.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snickers' paws</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It always amazes me when I watch Snickers use her paws to manipulate objects. Maybe she's better at it than other dogs because she only has three legs. I think you'll agree she is pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKDztzglI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VZxy9LR4e6I/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014135926917661266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKDztzglI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VZxy9LR4e6I/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKEDtzgmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v5J4wL1i0jo/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014135931212628578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKEDtzgmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/v5J4wL1i0jo/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKETtzgnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P6Bfo5RuC4A/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014135935507595890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKETtzgnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/P6Bfo5RuC4A/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKEjtzgoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ex7nCMI40N8/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014135939802563202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKEjtzgoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Ex7nCMI40N8/s400/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Notice how she keeps her "baby" nearby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-3422770372647227295?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/3422770372647227295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=3422770372647227295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3422770372647227295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/3422770372647227295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/snickers-paws.html' title='Snickers&apos; paws'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZXKDztzglI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VZxy9LR4e6I/s72-c/IMG_0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-916586010210824678</id><published>2006-12-28T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T21:30:10.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralphie the Bad Boy of Dachshund's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ralphie got his name from the movie "The Christmas Story". The little boy in the movie is named Ralphie. This is one of my daughter's favorite movies. We got silly and bought her and Craig a Leg Lamp for Christmas. They laughed so hard when they saw it. It will go on a table in front of a window.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZSKjztzgiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dbA1QRWcfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013784632952586786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZSKjztzgiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dbA1QRWcfQ/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When you see Ralphie snuggled in my daughter's arms, it's hard to understand why Snickers doesn't like him. Don't let the picture fool you. He won't snuggle for long. Then off he runs to find more mischief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZSKkTtzgjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ab9AwPVBpH8/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013784641542521394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZSKkTtzgjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ab9AwPVBpH8/s400/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-916586010210824678?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/916586010210824678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=916586010210824678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/916586010210824678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/916586010210824678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/ralphie-bad-boy-of-dachshunds.html' title='Ralphie the Bad Boy of Dachshund&apos;s'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZSKjztzgiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/7dbA1QRWcfQ/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-4227391503077448735</id><published>2006-12-27T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T18:07:51.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All American Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZMKvTtzghI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Dm980KCsSA8/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013362618056016402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZMKvTtzghI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Dm980KCsSA8/s400/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Although Rat Terriers are considered one of the first truly American dog breeds, I think Snickers has some Norwegian in her blood. When my youngest daughter was a Senior in high school, we hosted a Norwegian exchange student for half the year. One of her gifts to us was a cute little Norwegian girl Christmas ornament. Snickers thought it was awfully cute, too. I was able to rescue what was left of it, but I fear it is beyond repair. I'm not sure how she got it off the tree. I thought we had it elevated enough that she wouldn't bother anything. Live and learn. Sorry Birte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-4227391503077448735?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/4227391503077448735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=4227391503077448735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4227391503077448735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/4227391503077448735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-american-dog.html' title='All American Dog'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZMKvTtzghI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Dm980KCsSA8/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-8551875143346575157</id><published>2006-12-26T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:20:45.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralphie and Snickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmAztzgeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7mAqzw4HMd8/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013040761796788706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmAztzgeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7mAqzw4HMd8/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmBTtzgfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4hXgMPXKC9o/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmBjtzggI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5c4eUb5647g/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013040774681690626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmBjtzggI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5c4eUb5647g/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;That naughty dachshund was visiting again. This time he didn't try to do the deed with Snickers, but she remembered how much he was chasing tail last time he was here. Snickers let Ralphie know right from the start that there would be no funny business! Ralphie was very submissive to Snickers this time, but that didn't stop him from wanting to play. They were a lot of fun to watch, but I don't think Snickers warmed up to him. She gets along with every other dog she has met but still not with Ralphie. He is a good dog and very handsome. Here are Ralphie and Snickers with their human dads; my son-in-law Craig and my husband, Bob.&lt;/span&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/34372616-8551875143346575157?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/8551875143346575157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=8551875143346575157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8551875143346575157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/8551875143346575157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/ralphie-and-snickers.html' title='Ralphie and Snickers'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RZHmAztzgeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/7mAqzw4HMd8/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-6023145567870173703</id><published>2006-12-24T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:14:32.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Christmas Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLDtzgbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sh2TPoo-bSc/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012127243727765938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLDtzgbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sh2TPoo-bSc/s400/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLjtzgcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hRqq9AaSiIQ/s1600-h/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012127252317700546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLjtzgcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hRqq9AaSiIQ/s400/IMG_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLztzgdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OtxSa6K9-WA/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012127256612667858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLztzgdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OtxSa6K9-WA/s400/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Snickers received a gift from Doggy Claus. She was so excited she couldn't stop wagging her tail. Once she got a start opening her gift, she ran to get her baby and brought it over so that it could share the fun. Who knew a stuffed elephant could be such an important part of her little family? Snickers and the little elephant are enjoying their organic doggy treats.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-6023145567870173703?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/6023145567870173703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=6023145567870173703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6023145567870173703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/6023145567870173703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/doggy-christmas-greetings.html' title='Doggy Christmas Greetings'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY6nLDtzgbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sh2TPoo-bSc/s72-c/IMG_0394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34372616.post-518125037080425971</id><published>2006-12-23T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T11:01:38.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Raccoon Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY1Y5ztzgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d-XIl31Be04/s1600-h/raccoon+dog"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY1Y5ztzgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d-XIl31Be04/s400/raccoon+dog" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011759710491345314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY1VzTtzgZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f_0nJoskTl0/s1600-h/IMG_0249_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011756300287312274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY1VzTtzgZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/f_0nJoskTl0/s400/IMG_0249_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;Tell me it ain't so! Items from the new clothing line from P Diddy have a Raccoon Dog trim. Macy's has agreed to pull the clothes from its shelves, but they only did so after DNA testing proved it was from this wild dog. It makes me shudder. This is a Made in China import. Please don't buy these garments. If there is no market for these dog fur items, they won't be made and imported.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34372616-518125037080425971?l=lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wcbstv.com/topstories/local_story_356180146.html' title='Raccoon Dog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/feeds/518125037080425971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34372616&amp;postID=518125037080425971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/518125037080425971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34372616/posts/default/518125037080425971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifewithsnickers.blogspot.com/2006/12/raccoon-dog.html' title='Raccoon Dog'/><author><name>Sharon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208283484135246471</uri><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://bp1.blogger.com/_VLgVcTIZXV0/RY1Y5ztzgaI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d-XIl31Be04/s72-c/raccoon+dog' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
