<?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-7525196086005416185</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:20:18.367-08:00</updated><category term='dog walk'/><category term='puppies fun'/><category term='walks'/><category term='Good Puppies'/><category term='leash'/><category term='puppies fighting'/><category term='puppy naps'/><category term='Pup'/><category term='puppies walk'/><category term='puppy walk'/><category term='Puppies Mud'/><category term='puppies games'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='water'/><category term='dog school'/><category term='Puppy Friends'/><category term='puppy  walk'/><category term='Good Dog'/><category term='lead'/><category term='Puppy puppies trouble'/><category term='walkies'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Puppy playing'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='dog. puppy walks'/><category term='puppy games'/><category term='super puppy'/><category term='walking'/><category term='Puppies trouble'/><category term='Tired Puppy'/><category term='puppy walks'/><category term='walk'/><category term='Park'/><category term='Sit Stay Fetch'/><category term='deer'/><category term='happy puppy'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='doggie'/><category term='puppy cat fight'/><category term='games'/><category term='vets'/><category term='puppy play'/><category term='puppy lead'/><category term='Fields'/><category term='dog'/><category term='puppy'/><category term='dog training'/><category term='puppy training school'/><category term='Puppy fun'/><category term='Puppy puppies'/><category term='mud'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='Puppy Tennis'/><category term='puppy holiday'/><category term='Puppy Training'/><category term='Doggies'/><category term='puppy trouble'/><category term='Puppy school'/><category term='Good Puppy'/><category term='puppy bath'/><category term='training dogs'/><category term='dog treats'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>my puppies diary</title><subtitle type='html'>A daily diary written by the puppy herself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7748740195099100531</id><published>2008-11-28T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:34:35.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doggies'/><title type='text'>I'm BACK......but I'm not!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/STBxGwtvCZI/AAAAAAAAAag/OFxlf2sAlK4/s1600-h/Fleur+litter+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273839524620732818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/STBxGwtvCZI/AAAAAAAAAag/OFxlf2sAlK4/s320/Fleur+litter+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha     Remember those old days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey do I have news for you -  First I’m back....in a way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I used to look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I cute or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they tell me because I am nearly 2 years old (in January) that I can’t write the puppies-diary any more.....what do they know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have given me a new blogspot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://doggies-diary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://doggies-diary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything there – it’s for adults!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they tell me I have to share it with that Big Black Dog that happens to live here. Into every life a little rain must fall. I don’t understand that comment because I love water and mud, it’s all squiddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway please come over and visit us, there is so much I have to report and tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved house, lots of new stuff going on. Like my new neighbors, they make a lot of noise &amp;amp; smell a bit. I love living in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on the other side......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7748740195099100531?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7748740195099100531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7748740195099100531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7748740195099100531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7748740195099100531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-backbut-im-not.html' title='I&apos;m BACK......but I&apos;m not!!!!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/STBxGwtvCZI/AAAAAAAAAag/OFxlf2sAlK4/s72-c/Fleur+litter+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5992340783223872341</id><published>2008-02-11T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:57.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Training'/><title type='text'>TRAINING PUPPIES --- HELP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165747277126928146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R7Brx3yXhxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YtQRRdV5fPg/s320/270108+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helllloooooooo  everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I look good, and if you agree with me then why do I still need puppy training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on they go, mind you I like the praise when they give me treats. I soon got the hang of that one, sit or stay, easy, do that and they give you a treat. Yeah! Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's puppies like me that keep people reading those stupid books about training dogs! If we dogs of the world unite, we could eat all the training manuals and then rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First rule: No cats. I'm trying hard to catch that cat next door, but it's still winter and it's too cold for pussy cats to come outside. Oh poor thing!!! I'll get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great weekend, nice and smelly muddy puddles to play in, but they gave me a bath, Hate that! All those smelly soapy things. YUK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning in trouble again, ate the doormat, well they stayed in bed later than usual and I got bored, so you can't blame me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the sun is shining and it's time I did a tour of the grounds, I used to say garden, but there's not much of the garden left!! Oops ate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later. Puppies rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5992340783223872341?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5992340783223872341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5992340783223872341' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5992340783223872341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5992340783223872341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/02/training-puppies-help.html' title='TRAINING PUPPIES --- HELP!!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R7Brx3yXhxI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YtQRRdV5fPg/s72-c/270108+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2464789500761100764</id><published>2008-02-03T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:57.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy  walk'/><title type='text'>*SUPER BOWL*  Is it extra dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R6ZC7LmFGXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ucPCp3VG7yE/s1600-h/PA220003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162887607319075186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R6ZC7LmFGXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ucPCp3VG7yE/s320/PA220003.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;Hi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day I heard nothing except the words 'Super Bowl', so when puppy/doggie dinner time came round I expected a larger dinner treat for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand I was given my usual amount, you know the amount I mean, never enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People, they don't make sense do they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for an embarrassing note, a doggie friend of mine, who will be nameless mentioned something we don't usually talk about........I'll whisper.....gas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know all about that, it doesn't bother me but again people, why do they get all bothered? I'm the one who sometimes has a problem not them. But they were passed a report and I thought maybe I should put it on here. Only 2 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'8 tips to reduce your dog's flatulence'   (What's flatulence?) Anyway you can read it if you want to, just click here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://www.ebooks-top-store.co.uk/doflti.zip"&gt;http://www.ebooks-top-store.co.uk/doflti.zip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope your weekend has been good I had a great day today, they took me on a long long puppy walk. I don't know why but they seem so much happier if I'm tired. Just as well because the rain's pouring down outside, I'm tired of feeling wet on my back. I love puddling in the water and a wet tummy doesn't worry me but it's water from above that annoy's me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, my family has gone crazy, I've woken up a little. It's late evening here and they are talking about a football game, well yes I'm on my way, always keen on a ball game. They are shouting Super Bowl again, perhaps they mean more dinner at supper time, I'm off, Yeah Food!...............&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/7525196086005416185-2464789500761100764?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2464789500761100764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2464789500761100764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2464789500761100764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2464789500761100764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl-is-it-extra-dinner.html' title='*SUPER BOWL*  Is it extra dinner?'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R6ZC7LmFGXI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ucPCp3VG7yE/s72-c/PA220003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1368400862730317162</id><published>2008-01-29T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:57.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>STILL A PUPPY - YEAH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R59ZIrmFGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aRp8JoGwOPk/s1600-h/PA220001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160941703666145618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R59ZIrmFGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aRp8JoGwOPk/s320/PA220001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me I'm feeling just great and just like a puppy again because today I did something I haven't done in ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a DVD as they called it. I thought it was a shiny Frisbee. All I did was walk past the TV and there it was shining in the sunshine, so I picked it up. Bit slippery and went out to the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you I did cut my tongue when it broke! Did I get any sympathy, No of course I didn't. Yet the Big Black Dog she's always covered in blood, runs and jumps all through the prickly stuff on our dog walks and they are always saying 'Oh you've cut yourself'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me - they left me to bleed to death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me says don't take another one, but you know me if I see something I have to eat it. Like the car! I keep hearing these comments about how can they buy another car. Well I was very young then and okay I have torn out the rear part, right down to the metal. Well somebody covered the back in this carpet and what's carpet for, chewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe car makers should create materials that are dog proof, then my family and I could try it out! Bet there's nothing I can't get through.  Always remember fellow puppies: life is for chewing. Anything at nose height deserved to be chewed - I always say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well must go now, time to hunt down that cat from next door. Seems to me he doesn't like the winter weather, he's hardly outside these days, the scaredy cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye for now.................... Cats drool............Puppies rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7525196086005416185-1368400862730317162?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1368400862730317162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1368400862730317162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1368400862730317162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1368400862730317162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/still-puppy-yeah.html' title='STILL A PUPPY - YEAH!!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R59ZIrmFGVI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aRp8JoGwOPk/s72-c/PA220001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6591326312799240768</id><published>2008-01-25T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:57.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sit Stay Fetch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog. puppy walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Training'/><title type='text'>HORRIBLE NEWS - READ ON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5ouC7mFGUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bxJyHCCUu8I/s1600-h/Downton+Holiday+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159486950998350146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5ouC7mFGUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bxJyHCCUu8I/s320/Downton+Holiday+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helloooo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy do I have news for you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family is telling everyone how I am getting to be a better puppy dog every day. Don't believe them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that banner above my photograph, I blame them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the family went away on holiday after Christmas, I had to stay with Grandma. Well I like Grandma she feeds me cookies and even baked some of those in the recipe book. BUT Grandpa bought that 'Sit Stay Fetch' book.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh, does it work, not if I had my way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much work and they call it play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know on my puppy walks I have stopped pulling on the lead but that is only because I got tired of being yanked back all the time. And they have the nerve to think they are training me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No - anything I'm doing of course it is my decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still chase rabbits and deer and bark at the mailman, no I'm not trained - no never will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw the book away - don't need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, they are calling my name, could be cookie time, must go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever you do, don't check out that 'Sit Stay Fetch'  Dogs are happier - wild and free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I approve of this message !!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-6591326312799240768?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6591326312799240768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6591326312799240768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6591326312799240768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6591326312799240768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/horrible-news-read-on.html' title='HORRIBLE NEWS - READ ON!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5ouC7mFGUI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bxJyHCCUu8I/s72-c/Downton+Holiday+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2318186499351738397</id><published>2008-01-22T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:58.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog walk'/><title type='text'>GREAT WEEKEND FOR A PUPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5YvmZLbh8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6uvQvR6AhjY/s1600-h/P5240009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158362759839844290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5YvmZLbh8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6uvQvR6AhjY/s320/P5240009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a great weekend, hope you did too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went on so many walks it was fantastic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I get into trouble but I just can't help chasing the deer, as soon as they see me they run. Doesn't that mean they want me to play? So I run as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what, it has rained so much here our puddles are like swimming pools! We are having a great time jumping and splashing. The mud seems to be so far down I'm not getting that dirty, so for once I'm not being told off so much. Although the water makes us smell a little 'iffy' they call it!! Don't know what that means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday at our dog walk car park somebody had tied these big round balls to the gate. I thought wow I can play with them. Weird - I jumped up grabbed one, suddenly BANG, it exploded on me! There was this awful rubbery taste. I tried to chase another one, caught it and jumped on it - BANG - what kind of balls are these. Someone said balloons, what's that? What kind of ball are they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to say hi to my friend Deuce and thank you for the message, I'm glad your Mom took the recipes. I love the Bacon Bites, but tell your Mom not to add garlic. My Mom says I wouldn't like it!! The Big Black Dog likes the Doggie Biscuits. I just want to know why we haven't cooked all of them yet?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry I have to run off now I think I can hear someone coming in, must go, have to defend the front door, the hallway is my domain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you soon...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2318186499351738397?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2318186499351738397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2318186499351738397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2318186499351738397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2318186499351738397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-weekend-for-puppy.html' title='GREAT WEEKEND FOR A PUPPY'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5YvmZLbh8I/AAAAAAAAAVk/6uvQvR6AhjY/s72-c/P5240009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-355132989291782522</id><published>2008-01-18T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:58.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pup'/><title type='text'>NEW YEAR &amp; I PROMISE I AM BACK THIS TIME FOR GOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5DSrJLbh5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxOiTeYKlp8/s1600-h/P5240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156853211979286418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5DSrJLbh5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxOiTeYKlp8/s320/P5240006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody what can I say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away for far too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it was not my fault people, what can you do with them, they can be so impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Christmas, I hope you all had lots of presents like I did, except mine seem to have disappeared now. There's one chew toy left, a little tougher on my teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then they went on vacation without me! Could you imagine how that made me feel, deserted. I was so cross, when they arrived home I refused to speak to them for a while. I got my own back on the first morning dog walk with them I rolled in some nice smelly 'poop', could have been deer or foxes, I didn't care! Just felt good to stink the car out. They seem didn't too pleased to have to bath me either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you saw the introduction note at the top of this page, my Mom was given a lovely list of yummy dog treat recipes, do all you can to make your kitchen smell good. It is free, my New Year gift to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't understand all this New Year business, I have my own New Year, two days ago I had what they called a Birthday. I am now 1. What does that mean? Am I going backwards, because they kept telling people I was 10 months, then 11. Now I'm 1. Sounds like a baby to me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well for today I have to stop, they say we are going out, yippee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they have also said that I can only post now 3-4 times a week, why, they say workload makes them busy, but I have plenty of time. If only the rain would stop falling and I could spend more time outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't worry I'll keep you updated with more 'tails' about next doors cat. He's still alive!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got to go, try and return very soon.... much love from your favorite pup. Yes I'm still a pup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-355132989291782522?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/355132989291782522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=355132989291782522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/355132989291782522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/355132989291782522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-i-promise-i-am-back-this-time.html' title='NEW YEAR &amp; I PROMISE I AM BACK THIS TIME FOR GOOD'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/R5DSrJLbh5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uxOiTeYKlp8/s72-c/P5240006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8564728756589208066</id><published>2007-11-09T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:59.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><title type='text'>Your Favorite PUPPY is back!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTfNxWOhyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FUuYxmmWXFY/s1600-h/P7040040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130971303159695138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTfNxWOhyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FUuYxmmWXFY/s320/P7040040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTe4hWOhxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i8jCq2bA1Wc/s1600-h/P7040039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130970938087474962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTe4hWOhxI/AAAAAAAAAUM/i8jCq2bA1Wc/s320/P7040039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTelRWOhwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4Hppt4vOoFc/s1600-h/P7040032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130970607374993154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTelRWOhwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4Hppt4vOoFc/s320/P7040032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone I'm back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you miss me? I tried hard to miss you, honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry I have been away for so long. Think I was in the witness protection programme or imprisoned for a crime I didn't commit. (Well actually I've committed a few but underage wrong doing's doesn't count, does it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I returned home from a lovely rest at the 'seaside', (that was a rest? I was so busy!) hope you like my pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I found all those nasty builders have left our house and now I have so much to explore. Fun..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting older now but they still call me a puppy, although they were proved right the day we got back. I started running round and round the house, checking rooms, sniffing here and there, I got so excited that even at my age I leaked a little puddle. So they sent me outside and I realised I had forgotten our garden. I'm stupid! So I had to run round there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh coming home is very tiring. Our house looks and smells all wrong! I suppose I am going to have to start putting my touches everywhere, needs a few of my smelly hairs and drool drops! How am I going to sleep, it's all so .....what's the word......CLEAN!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just wanted to let you know I am back and I will tell you later this week some of the adventures that we got up to while we were away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must go visit the kitchen I've forgotten where they keep the cookie jar, I'm so hungry! Oh my I've forgotten where they keep the kitchen, they moved me out and the kitchen, now where did they put it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help....must eat, must sleep, so hungry, so tired, bye for now............Great to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8564728756589208066?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8564728756589208066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8564728756589208066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8564728756589208066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8564728756589208066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-favorite-puppy-is-back.html' title='Your Favorite PUPPY is back!!!!!!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RzTfNxWOhyI/AAAAAAAAAUU/FUuYxmmWXFY/s72-c/P7040040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8319601862797877808</id><published>2007-09-01T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:59.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEUCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rtnt9pxzmXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pLsM13Y4Ezg/s1600-h/Calendar+with+word+party+and+wax+candle+and+flame+in+yellow+light+uid+1172747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105373296043727218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rtnt9pxzmXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pLsM13Y4Ezg/s320/Calendar+with+word+party+and+wax+candle+and+flame+in+yellow+light+uid+1172747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to post a quick greeting to my best friend Deuce who is ONE year old today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a super Paw-ty, wish I could be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep cool in the heat my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always remember we super puppies rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7525196086005416185-8319601862797877808?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8319601862797877808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8319601862797877808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8319601862797877808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8319601862797877808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-deuce.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEUCE'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rtnt9pxzmXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pLsM13Y4Ezg/s72-c/Calendar+with+word+party+and+wax+candle+and+flame+in+yellow+light+uid+1172747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1931436732575388312</id><published>2007-08-31T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:59.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies Blog Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtgmApxzmVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ytYz4Z6CvO4/s1600-h/Shalford+2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104871970281068882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtgmApxzmVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ytYz4Z6CvO4/s320/Shalford+2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's posting is in memory of a very special Goldie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the dog that lived with my family before I came along. They say that she was very gentle and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly. Me I eat them and spiders and moths! Yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sad to say she was ill and died, 6 months later I arrived and did all I could to help my familys pain. Today we visited her resting place which is on a wonderful hillside in the open country. Me, oh bury me outside MacDonalds, all those fallen fries, yes please. I'll haunt the eaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the next couple of days you will see a change to my regular postings and a reason, tell you more later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go, cats in the garden. Wish he was buried there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1931436732575388312?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1931436732575388312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1931436732575388312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1931436732575388312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1931436732575388312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppies-blog-dedication.html' title='Puppies Blog Dedication'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtgmApxzmVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ytYz4Z6CvO4/s72-c/Shalford+2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2675867940795178631</id><published>2007-08-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:59.729-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy  walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy 'Drop Out'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtbcfJxzmUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IyJZCmVvVHI/s1600-h/P5240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104509655429912898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtbcfJxzmUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IyJZCmVvVHI/s320/P5240005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops I'm a little whitewashed out of this picture! Nice size sticks though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well my report on the puppy training school graduation ceremony from last night.................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh are you still reading?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so it didn't go too well. But I was tricked and cheated out of my degree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher played a dirty game last night. In order to see how much I had learned she brought her dog along to the class to judge my reaction and to see if I still remembered my lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No of course I didn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called my name for a recall, well I was checking out the new dog wasn't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said sit, I never heard, well I was checking out the new dog wasn't I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So no passing grade marks for me. Except everybody says that I am just a fraction better than I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I do that then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that's over can I now please return to the lovable pup I always was?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think of all the extra doggie biscuit bones they could have bought with the money they wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning back to normal, out on our usual puppy walk. I ran through the mud, stole sticks off the Big Black Dog and yes they did do a recall and I ran over to their side so fast. Knew it they gave me a treat. Gobbled that down and straight back to the mud. Why do they bother with it, but who am I to stop them. Seems to keep them happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think now I'll go and have a little puppy nap in the afternoon sun, feel a little tired after my late night.................see you tomorrow.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2675867940795178631?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2675867940795178631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2675867940795178631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2675867940795178631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2675867940795178631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-drop-out.html' title='Puppy &apos;Drop Out&apos;'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtbcfJxzmUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IyJZCmVvVHI/s72-c/P5240005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-9131338762082166601</id><published>2007-08-29T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:00.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Super Puppy v. CAT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtXD2pxzmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QzuUhmnQrsA/s1600-h/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104201096389433618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtXD2pxzmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QzuUhmnQrsA/s320/bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First have to say this is a very quick &amp; short post for me because in a minute I have to prepare for Puppy School Graduation 2007. (I don't think for a second that yours truly will be graduating!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my news today was to ask you "Have you ever licked a cat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice Don't. They taste awful! Their hair is all short, stubby and rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family got up very early this morning and I went outside into the garden about 6:30am  (yes am, I couldn't believe it either, I was fast asleep!) It was all very quiet in the neighborhood, when suddenly under the gap in the fence I saw the cat from next door. He was sleeping out there, I saw my chance so I stuck my tongue under the fence, Yucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should have heard the noise as he flew away into his garden, the lady came rushing out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accusing&lt;/span&gt; me of attacking her cat. How could I get hold of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny start to my day, but then we had an early puppy walk and everybody had to be somewhere, I was stuck with a puppy sitter again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have to go now, I wonder if they have a cap and gown in my size?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will let you know of my graduation ceremony tomorrow........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-9131338762082166601?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9131338762082166601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=9131338762082166601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/9131338762082166601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/9131338762082166601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/super-puppy-v-cat.html' title='Super Puppy v. CAT!!!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtXD2pxzmRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/QzuUhmnQrsA/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3095923223713194074</id><published>2007-08-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:00.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Strong Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtGiOpxzmPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9yFQPJ-KVSA/s1600-h/P5130008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103038225404106994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtGiOpxzmPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9yFQPJ-KVSA/s320/P5130008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super Strong Puppy here, hello everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into big trouble this morning, well we went out on our usual puppy walk, the sun was shinning and I was having such fun running here and there and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden I saw him, a Goldie looked just like me, well what would you do, of course I had to say hello. I'm friendly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached him however he wasn't friendly at all, he started barking at me, so I barked back. The noise was deafening, my family was not impressed and what did they do. Put me on the leash! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so maybe I rushed at him in my usual way, straight into someone at 102mph! Life's too short to run slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like being on the leash and maybe just maybe I pulled a little too hard, I don't know my own strength. The next thing I saw was one of my family flat on the grass as I ran back to 'talk' to this dog. Then I made matters worse by jumping up at his owner as well, I wasn't muddy today! This man got hold of me until my family came over, boy were they cross with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what: I was so strong that I even broke my leash, snapped at the collar end, wow, it impressed me, no one else though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought yeah free, no way. They put me on the Big Black Dogs leash, she got to walk back free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the way back to the car, in the car and at home they kept telling me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept hearing why do we go to puppy training school? I kept thinking I've been saying that all the time, what a waste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I crept off to the garden and decided it was best to keep a very low profile today.....wonder if it is now safe to ask for a doggie chew? I'll go and find out. Put my best sorry face on and as long as I have a home here tomorrow I'll be back to see you all...........bye.....&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/7525196086005416185-3095923223713194074?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3095923223713194074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3095923223713194074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3095923223713194074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3095923223713194074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/strong-puppy.html' title='Strong Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtGiOpxzmPI/AAAAAAAAAN8/9yFQPJ-KVSA/s72-c/P5130008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3654236175780521161</id><published>2007-08-25T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:00.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy Paws</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtCS2JxzmNI/AAAAAAAAANs/gkvf2AIhpw0/s1600-h/P5130005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102739836846184658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtCS2JxzmNI/AAAAAAAAANs/gkvf2AIhpw0/s320/P5130005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super Puppy here, fit, healthy and raring to go again. Yes I have bounced back from my death bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a great morning puppy walk, ran and ran until my little, no long, legs were tired. Saw a couple of rabbits but decided no, today they can live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The family are being a little strict with me and keep shouting NO! I try to ignore them. What can you do, if you have managed to sneak a piece of toast at breakfast time, there is no NO big enough to make me drop it, I can tell you. I love to run to the garden and eat in peace and quiet. I always beat them, by the time they catch up with me the toast has gone, ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we arrived back after our walk I wanted to check out the new area of our house, some men, called painters (what's a painter?) have delivered lots and lots of interesting things. I can't wait to see what these men are going to do. I spent some time sniffing and checking out some new sheets these men have brought. Are they going to sleep on the job? Not with me around they are not!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got bored in there and wandered back to the kitchen, my mom was unpacking lots of shopping she didn't hear me coming and I made her jump. Oops she dropped a large bag of stuff, I think they are on drugs, I hear about this white powder on the TV. It went all over the floor, wow what a mess. Of course I got the blame and they shouted at me to get out, so I ran to the garden, again. As I ran I left these super little white footprints, I thought it looked neat, so I ran around the hall a little more. I tried licking them, yucky. Who would cook with food that tastes like that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed in the garden for a while, let them wash the floor clean, then put on my 'I'm so sorry face' it worked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never forget fellow puppies, you can do anything you want to but always follow it up with the special forgive me face. See you tomorrow..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3654236175780521161?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3654236175780521161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3654236175780521161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3654236175780521161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3654236175780521161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-paws.html' title='Puppy Paws'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RtCS2JxzmNI/AAAAAAAAANs/gkvf2AIhpw0/s72-c/P5130005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7388606360632108336</id><published>2007-08-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:00.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy  walk'/><title type='text'>Sick Puppy AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rs20EZxzmII/AAAAAAAAANE/qk-rStZcsk8/s1600-h/P5130004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101931940612905090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rs20EZxzmII/AAAAAAAAANE/qk-rStZcsk8/s320/P5130004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellooooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done it again, spent yesterday afternoon ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I found another nice crunchy stash to eat, I think they called them acorns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they were so tasty and nutty, good enough for squirrels, good enough for puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course once they family says 'leave them alone' what would you do, I eat more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there I was feeling yucky and they make me go to puppy training school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha Ha though, I wasn't in trouble, the family was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried hard to listen while they were told off for not being assertive (wonder what that means?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week is my last lesson, yippee, but my teacher is not very pleased with me and she said by next week I must not jump up at her again. Fat chance!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went through lots of things we had already done, boring, sit, down all that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waste of money this has been, oh well, extra puppy walk, evenings drive out, treats from the teacher, I've got through it somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we got home boy was I in for it, all of a sudden they started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's was No this No that. Just because they got into trouble why take it out on me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they were in a bad mood. I tried to go to sleep and ignore them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great puppy walk this morning though, meet several people and of course every time we meet anyone I get extra treats. Hurrah for school. But it doesn't work anymore, I eat the treats and then do the same as I've always done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I still always in trouble, I'm only 7 months old, I haven't grown up yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Black Dog well she's always so good, she's boring, but then she's so old, she's 6 a grand old lady!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm off to the garden, I must take a look and see if our tree drops anything exciting like acorns, I'm hungry...........bye..........&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/7525196086005416185-7388606360632108336?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7388606360632108336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7388606360632108336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7388606360632108336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7388606360632108336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/sick-puppy-again.html' title='Sick Puppy AGAIN!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rs20EZxzmII/AAAAAAAAANE/qk-rStZcsk8/s72-c/P5130004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6930716622658516589</id><published>2007-08-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:00.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Tummy Ache Pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RssKFJxzmFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nJEOIdrA1k8/s1600-h/P5050028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101182086567663698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RssKFJxzmFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nJEOIdrA1k8/s320/P5050028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Goodbye my friends, I've loved you all.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick............ I'm dying.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so ill and what sympathy do I get, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family just look at me as I lie on my death bed and say "serves you right, we told you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had  this wonderful puppy walk this morning and I discovered the delightful land of the blackberry bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you should have seen them, so many, so big, so juicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I leave them alone? My family kept pulling me away but everywhere I ran there they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First they prickle you then you just have to turn round and bite them off the bush. You know what its like, you eat one, then another one, then another one and so on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I felt fine, until we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had my after walk puppy biscuits and oops was I bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do some of the most tasty things in life not like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have tummy ache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like eating,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like digging,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel like me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the door I can see the neighbour's cat - oh let him walk across my garden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I died and went to hell, because this isn't heaven....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO NO NO NO what am I saying, if that cat's out there in my garden.................gotta go........................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-6930716622658516589?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6930716622658516589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6930716622658516589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6930716622658516589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6930716622658516589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/tummy-ache-pup.html' title='Tummy Ache Pup'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RssKFJxzmFI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nJEOIdrA1k8/s72-c/P5050028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3733126121585769507</id><published>2007-08-19T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:01.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy lead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Ouch these 'straw polls' hurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rshhg5xzmDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XoNrucK5Hc0/s1600-h/P5130003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100433795890518066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rshhg5xzmDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XoNrucK5Hc0/s320/P5130003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to say I've had a terrible weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday the family made me very happy, early in the morning they took me out on a very long puppy walk, super.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never saw the catch though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had the nerve to leave both of us at home for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make matters worse I got into the dining room and chewed the legs of the dining chairs, oh dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus hanging in the hall with the coats I found my leash. Oh why would I chew that? Hope it doesn't stop them taking me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on my puppy walk I found the farmer has 'cut his grass', have you ever walked on dry straw, oh it does prickle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rain has come back again and so have the mud puddles, yippee, I love mud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then we get back home and they bath me, how rude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have had a horrible time because they keep saying stay on your blanket until your dry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still a puppy you know, I can't sit still I have to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be awful to be old, all the Big Black Dog does is sleep, how boring a life is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am going to see if I can escape outside, I need to take a sniff around, hopefully I will have some good news to report to you all tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol (lots of licks) super puppy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3733126121585769507?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3733126121585769507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3733126121585769507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3733126121585769507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3733126121585769507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouch-these-straw-polls-hurt.html' title='Ouch these &apos;straw polls&apos; hurt!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rshhg5xzmDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XoNrucK5Hc0/s72-c/P5130003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7631473243447335306</id><published>2007-08-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:01.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog treats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Happy Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsWu9Zxzl_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5xKOnhmhU4w/s1600-h/Fleur%26Molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099674522981996530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsWu9Zxzl_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5xKOnhmhU4w/s320/Fleur%26Molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel so happy today I thought I would let you see a picture of me with the Big Black Dog. You can see how I've taught her to know her place, couple of steps behind me!&lt;br /&gt;I have had such a great day and for once they are praising me, Wow.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we went out for our usual puppy walk and oh my golly gosh they took a bag of dog treats.&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady coming with some little dog, you know one of those really small ones that you can utterly dominate. I was a little muddy too by then, not that it bothered me one bit. I started to run, as I took my first leap, I heard the rustle of a bag and the word, treats. Not being one to ever turn down food I went back for a bite. Very nice. The lady was walking past but somehow just by looking at the other dog, treats kept coming my way. Oh this will do quite nicely, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Only problem was I then realised what I had done, they called me a very good girl. But hang on a minute I've just lost a game.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do the next time we meet a doggie play pal, do I play and get told off or do I forfeit the game for food and a pat on the head.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the problems of life, I'm too little to work that out!&lt;br /&gt;I overheard more good news when we got home, the builders are leaving next week, but I also heard new men are coming. Oh goody new men to train, wonder what work they will do?&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem in my garden, how do you undig a hole?&lt;br /&gt;I've dug this big hole you see, no one seems to have noticed or they have just given up on me! But when I run round the garden I now keep falling in this hole and it hurts, so how do I undig?&lt;br /&gt;Well I think its time to go on a cat hunt, if he really has to insist on crossing my garden this regularly then I am certain he does so purely to have a game and if he wants a game, who am I to say no.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now, remember puppies rule.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7631473243447335306?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7631473243447335306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7631473243447335306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7631473243447335306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7631473243447335306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-puppy_17.html' title='Happy Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsWu9Zxzl_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5xKOnhmhU4w/s72-c/Fleur%26Molly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7756466631275481443</id><published>2007-08-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:01.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies trouble'/><title type='text'>Puppy still Naughty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsRbw5xzl9I/AAAAAAAAALs/vjdKSVbU_m4/s1600-h/sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099301573791815634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsRbw5xzl9I/AAAAAAAAALs/vjdKSVbU_m4/s200/sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you still visiting me because I am not getting any better it would seem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was in such trouble with the builders car, I really didn't mean to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after dinner I thought I had been forgiven when the family picked up my puppy leash and I cried with joy, they still loved me and we were going out. My favorite time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran to the car and got in the right one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to my horror discovered we were going to puppy training school, no I thought not that punishment again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problem was for the first time my teacher was very displeased with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do anything right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we have a lesson indoors and sometimes out in the field. Last night we did recall again, but out on a make believe walk. I know the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They used this very very long leash, in order to pretend I was free, I wasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got into trouble because I kept jumping up at my teacher, my family knows I do that on a walk with people. I also scratched her stomach, I do that too. I'm bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then along the edge of the field came a strange dog, just happened to be out on a walk, nothing to do with school. Of course I had to run over to say hello, wouldn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I honestly did not hear them call me once. They must have been calling my name very quietly. In time I felt that long leash shorten up and I had to return to my teacher, oops she was not pleased with me at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my family and I went home, I heard them all talking about me. What will my punishment be I wondered as I went to my puppy bed, very unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I got up this morning everyone seems very happy, after breakfast we went out on our usual puppy walk and guess what happened. I get extra treats.....Yep... after all that playing up and trouble last night, it seems they want to control me by using more treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey I recommended puppy training school and my wonderful teacher to any dog around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not stupid, the more I play up, the more treats I'm going to get. Is there a catch here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept calling me over and in their hand were treats, I eat one, I run off again. I like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life just can't get any better....&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/7525196086005416185-7756466631275481443?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7756466631275481443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7756466631275481443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7756466631275481443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7756466631275481443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-still-naughty.html' title='Puppy still Naughty!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsRbw5xzl9I/AAAAAAAAALs/vjdKSVbU_m4/s72-c/sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1735589743301113905</id><published>2007-08-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:01.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>'Trouble' Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsMXRYeqGpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yCwKv-nvStI/s1600-h/P5050004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098944790509787794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsMXRYeqGpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yCwKv-nvStI/s320/P5050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody, please say you will be my friend today, I don't have any here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one is talking to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in deep deep trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it all started after our lovely puppy walk this morning. There had been some rain overnight and the puddles were full up again with nice smelly gooey mud. The best kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really get told off for that, they seem to just accept that's me and there's nothing they can do about it. Finally. Although they do shout constantly 'don't shake near me' Why?  !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However we arrived home and I jumped out of the car, I knew it was going to be hose pipe bath time, I don't really mind that too much now either, oh my golly gosh I must be growing up, Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what happened next was like a scene out of a horror movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the builders went to his car as I was going into the house. He called to his 'mate' up the ladder "I'm going to Moor Park, did you want to come?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it I thought he said to me "Would you like more Park ?" Of course I would want to go, so I turned round and ran, he was holding a door open, I jumped in his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was filthy, the mud went all over his cloth seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was pandemonium, he was screaming at me, my family was screaming. I am the worst puppy in the whole wide world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I caused a row with the builders, what a morning. so I've stayed out in the garden. I don't think they will ever let me back in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good thing though, most of the mud has now dropped off so I won't be needing that bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just might need a new house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm still here tomorrow I'll let you know what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to lie low for a while, bye.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1735589743301113905?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1735589743301113905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1735589743301113905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1735589743301113905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1735589743301113905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/trouble-puppy.html' title='&apos;Trouble&apos; Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsMXRYeqGpI/AAAAAAAAALc/yCwKv-nvStI/s72-c/P5050004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3921471524767245519</id><published>2007-08-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:01.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy play'/><title type='text'>Summer time Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsIaDYeqGoI/AAAAAAAAALU/EAPU2MjdBEk/s1600-h/P5050010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098666373549791874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsIaDYeqGoI/AAAAAAAAALU/EAPU2MjdBEk/s320/P5050010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody,&lt;br /&gt;At last the sun came out, I love the summertime. Lazy Puppy naps in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to puppy training school again, I know I always say it but what a waste of time and energy. I could be doing so many important things, like digging holes, or chasing the cat.&lt;br /&gt;The keyword was 'Leave'......when I heard that I thought yeah, we can go home now. But No the word has two meanings. Stupid school!&lt;br /&gt;It was all so silly, my teacher put puppy play toys in front of me and then told me not to play with them, how dumb can you get?&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the lesson she even had the nerve to use treats...put them on the floor just beyond my nose! But I don't get it? Because what she really meant to say was 'wait for a minute', she said leave, I waited, then I was allowed to eat it. Work that out?&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I saw the builders truck and I thought 'Leave', wish they would. Living with all this noise is driving me mad, I can hardly sleep in the daytime!&lt;br /&gt;As you saw from my pictures yesterday I am now an expert swimmer, I can jump straight into the river. Super fun, biggest water puddle I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Over the last week I have got into such a lot of trouble for now destroying all my play toys, I always did chew everything but suddenly I've realised I can totally tear them apart. And now this new habit has become so addictive I've started destroying everything I can get my teeth into, far more than I ever did as a puppy. It's fun!&lt;br /&gt;Well for today I must run I hear the call of the cookie jar, someone's in the kitchen, gotta go, bye for now...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3921471524767245519?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3921471524767245519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3921471524767245519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3921471524767245519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3921471524767245519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-time-puppy.html' title='Summer time Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsIaDYeqGoI/AAAAAAAAALU/EAPU2MjdBEk/s72-c/P5050010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4466754906747031939</id><published>2007-08-13T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:02.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><title type='text'>Swimming Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB8oIeqGkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sFSr_sNb9is/s1600-h/P5050017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098211807096085058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB8oIeqGkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sFSr_sNb9is/s320/P5050017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB8RoeqGjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lUtx3bakwp4/s1600-h/swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098211420549028402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB8RoeqGjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lUtx3bakwp4/s320/swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB7yIeqGiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x4ZBN6dLfjs/s1600-h/P5050013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210879383149090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB7yIeqGiI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x4ZBN6dLfjs/s320/P5050013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everybody..Super Puppy here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say I am so sorry for being absent again, well the family made me said that, I've had a great time swimming and having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But our house is a building site and we escaped again, every time I come home the house is growing bigger, I'll get lost in the new part, is that what they want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today this is just a short post to say I am back and popped these pictures on to show you how much I have missed you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post tomorrow, I have puppy training school news and holiday news for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom says tell my friends she will email around tomorrow, oh she is so lazy, why can't she do her own work, I have things to do. I must get out and let that cat know I'm back and check on my garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots to do, places to sniff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you all tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4466754906747031939?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4466754906747031939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4466754906747031939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4466754906747031939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4466754906747031939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/swimming-puppy.html' title='Swimming Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RsB8oIeqGkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/sFSr_sNb9is/s72-c/P5050017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3307435941009680802</id><published>2007-08-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:02.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy fun'/><title type='text'>Happy Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrjZE4eqGhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZVgnWy4cQSE/s1600-h/P4230001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096061656273394194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrjZE4eqGhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZVgnWy4cQSE/s320/P4230001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helloooooooo everybody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I had a wonderful happy super puppy day and its not even my birthday! (that's about 21 weeks away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started because we have builders here, they come in and go out all day, it's great no-one seems to really watch me or the things I can get my paws on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well for breakfast I managed to steal a piece of bacon, oh boy do I love bacon... was a little warm at first but I laid it out on the grass and it soon cooled. Satisfied I went back into the house and I couldn't believe my luck, no-one saw me run back to the garden with a piece of toast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found the front door was open I looked outside how great can this day get? The mailman was coming..I barked all grown up and defending my property, I really believe by the look on his face that he was scared of me, wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only problem was before I could do the decent doggy act of chewing a mailman's trousers, my family caught me there and I was embarrassed to be treated like a puppy again. He obviously felt safe then and patted my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We set off on our puppy walk, the sun had bought out the bunny rabbits. I tried and tried to catch one but I will have to learn a little bit more about how to reach those rabbit holes before the bunnies do. I am quite big now so I want to know how does something so small as a bunny rabbit run so very fast!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also saw a fox - I don't chase them &amp; 3 deer, they are too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, I jumped out of the car and there it was, a builders lunch bag. I grabbed it and ran to the garden but I couldn't get the stupid plastic covering off and it tasted so yucky! But I got caught and told off, my mom had to make the builder a sandwich and he didn't give me even a small taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch I stuck lucky again, everyone is so busy they never saw me find a lovely soft cushion, I went out in the sunshine and curled up for a very relaxing sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I chewed a paperback book, they are not so good as the TV guide I like those, but it gave me a new game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I got told off a few times but I've had quite a good day, I love living my life, full of adventures of what can I do next and my family is certainly slipping up a bit lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel tired now think I will retire for a little puppy nap before dinner time and then see what I can finish the day with......Bye for now....&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/7525196086005416185-3307435941009680802?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3307435941009680802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3307435941009680802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3307435941009680802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3307435941009680802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-puppy.html' title='Happy Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrjZE4eqGhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZVgnWy4cQSE/s72-c/P4230001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6193359655306586830</id><published>2007-08-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:02.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Calling all Puppies - Never give up your ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrdEHYeqGgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unaV3chsLeg/s1600-h/P5010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095616397013817858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrdEHYeqGgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unaV3chsLeg/s320/P5010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everybody Super Puppy here,&lt;br /&gt;As this picture shows thought I would make the Big Black Dog play and what did she do, she stole my ball or rather she thought she could. No way do I ever let a ball go.&lt;br /&gt;I got it back!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm called Super Puppy.&lt;br /&gt;I am a little muddy, this morning we went to a new place for my puppy walk and boy was it muddy, it was fantastic but I got into trouble because I always like to lie down in it. Makes the car nice and 'iffy' as they say.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't post this weekend I'm sorry, we were all sent away. We didn't have any water at home, no baths, Yippee. But then no drinking water either.&lt;br /&gt;I blame the builders I think they dug through the pipes deliberately just to stop work. They keep upsetting my routine. I come home, I go away, I come back, sent off again. I hope we are back now.&lt;br /&gt;We had a hot weekend and I went swimming in a lake (fancy name for large water hole), I can't understand it, when I swim in water holes they shout at me but at this lake they threw toys in for us to play with, they don't know what they want!&lt;br /&gt;More trouble for me today, this morning I ate my first pair of sunglasses, strange things that people put on their faces but quite chewy I must say, looking forward to attacking another pair. I find it strange now I am older that some crimes are worth committing, I think I have got used to the 'odd' telling off. I just let the adults have a good moan, I sit at give them the 'Oh I won't do it again face'. But some things are just too much fun to never do again and I can put up with the telling off.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tip for any puppies reading this, if you get told off, when they are finished just start something like trying to catch your tail. If you can look stupid they laugh, see problem solved.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think today I have to run, I want to go and see if the builders need my help. Sometimes they leave out long strips of wood which are perfect for chewing and we always have such a great game they just love to chase me round the garden. One or two of them could do with a little more exercise (if you know what I mean!) Ha ha go on chase me then............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-6193359655306586830?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6193359655306586830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6193359655306586830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6193359655306586830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6193359655306586830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/calling-all-puppies-never-give-up-your.html' title='Calling all Puppies - Never give up your ball!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrdEHYeqGgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/unaV3chsLeg/s72-c/P5010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6743043915727676380</id><published>2007-08-02T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:02.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog school'/><title type='text'>Puppy/Dog Training Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrInwIeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZHFpuUeR44/s1600-h/P4260003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094177836372728306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrInwIeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZHFpuUeR44/s320/P4260003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everybody do you want a laugh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to puppy school last night and guess what the lesson was. Teaching me my name!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my name thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole hour calling my name, I think it was called 'recall' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The teacher however praised me, Oh I've got her worked out, she has treats, she calls my name I trot over and she feeds me a treat and my family pays for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is though  at puppy training school there is nothing to do except survive the lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are on a walk however, everything is so different, there are so many things a puppy just has to do, scents to sniff, people to greet, dogs to play with or growl at, puddles to splash in, delightful rabbit doodles to eat, grass and mud to claw at, sticks to chew, balls to chase, roll in foxes 'doodah!', get wet, get muddy, get 'iffy', air to breathe, distance to run and run and run and "miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep".  (Okay apologies - line pinched from Robert Frost, my Mom's favorite poet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of all I do they then expect me to hear them call my name to go home, I don't think so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just can't wait for next weeks lesson.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in trouble again, the car had to go a place called a garage, they had to replace 2 seat belts they called them. Someone and they assume it was me chewed through the belts, I blame that Big Black Dog, Would it be me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't find any builders lunchboxes today, just as well I know it was their egg that upset me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one good thing about the builders is that the stupid cat from next door doesn't seem to want to cross our garden these days. Wonderful, although I admit I miss our lovely chase me games. Please come back Kitty Kat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its time I took a puppy snooze, forgive me I'm dog tired!&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/7525196086005416185-6743043915727676380?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6743043915727676380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6743043915727676380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6743043915727676380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6743043915727676380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppydog-training-classes.html' title='Puppy/Dog Training Classes'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrInwIeqGfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dZHFpuUeR44/s72-c/P4260003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7123550676976996828</id><published>2007-08-01T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:03.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Dog Ready to Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrCVYIeqGeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dftbNejKd-k/s1600-h/P4260001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093735420381501922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrCVYIeqGeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dftbNejKd-k/s320/P4260001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's me Super Puppy,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't post yesterday I was on my death bed!&lt;br /&gt;I was really really bad, I think it was the egg sandwich I found by the builders bag. But my family thinks I am swimming in to many filthy dirty muddy (wonderful!) large puddles. They are always shouting don't drink the water, I have my suspicion it was the egg sandwich, why else was it left there. Obviously the builders wife was trying to 'murder' her husband for the insurance money!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes okay I watch too much TV,&lt;br /&gt;I like MTV best, not too keen on 'rap' music except little bow wow, or whatever he's called &amp; Snoop Dog!  One of my family likes the group 'Black Lab' now that's taking things too far!&lt;br /&gt;However, I was a little quiet yesterday but today back to normal...........&lt;br /&gt;We went on our puppy walk, they wouldn't let us go anywhere near a puddle, not much fun and stopped me eating rabbit doodles.&lt;br /&gt;The rain has stopped here, now the sun's out but that makes me feel like a hot dog (oh I could just eat a hotdog!) and lazy. So now I really need a puddle to cool down in.&lt;br /&gt;That cat from next door scratched my nose this morning, all I did was look through a tiny hole in the fence, nasty piece of work, one day, one day....I'll get him.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I had to go out on a second puppy training walk, now normally I wouldn't complain but this was school homework! We just went down the lane and back, all the time it was heel, heel, heel, no running round the fields for me. That's not what I call a walk.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is a school night, yucky, complete waste of time. I can't wait to discover what today's lesson is...Yawn...My family must be learning a lesson...how to throw money away! The only one good thing about school is the extra little walk just before class and I've learnt not to do a puddle too early. Once I've 'performed', walk is over. I string it out, I'm not stupid! I can learn things...See!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I had better go and have a little puppy nap, restore my energy for the concentration needed tonight...Not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7123550676976996828?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7123550676976996828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7123550676976996828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7123550676976996828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7123550676976996828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-dog-ready-to-play.html' title='Puppy Dog Ready to Play'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RrCVYIeqGeI/AAAAAAAAAKI/dftbNejKd-k/s72-c/P4260001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4974779020552186273</id><published>2007-07-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:03.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rq4BqYeqGdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_nfF1EiW4k/s1600-h/P4230002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010056239782354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rq4BqYeqGdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_nfF1EiW4k/s320/P4230002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super puppy here, have I had fun this morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new friend Jim the builder seems to like me, he laughs when he sees me coming. We got back from our puppy walk and I managed to sneak a peep into our new extra house bit! There was this blue plastic sheet for a door, other houses have wooden doors but I suppose my family can't afford a proper one, makes it easier for me to open though, I do hope they change all the doors in the house to this way. That would be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so I pop inside, messy people. Found some cups on the floor, tried cold coffee, yucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know who was sleeping there last night but they didn't clear up, white sheets everywhere, not that white either. Oh my family is changing, never known so much dust, perhaps that dreadful hoover has broken. Oh I hope so I hate the noise that thing makes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this bucket I stuck my 'big' puppy nose inside, it was full of some white powder stuff, made me sneeze, then the white stuff went everywhere, I was covered. But Jim, my new friend, heard me and came in, he just stood there and laughed at me. I thought time for a quick exit and ran for the garden. I left a trail of white powder all the way down the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like having people in the house because it's stopping my family watching me all the time. Today so far I've managed to find half a chocolate bar, the TV guide, I love tearing that one up, took the remote outside, but they did chase me for that, I got hold of the mail this morning but dropped it before I could escape, one of those awful days when the mail is wrapped in a plastic bag, it was slippery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they keep shouting at me in the garden because I'm trying to construct a golf course, I've dug about 8 holes so I have to complete a few more yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all this excitement I think it's time I had a little puppy nap,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4974779020552186273?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4974779020552186273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4974779020552186273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4974779020552186273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4974779020552186273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/puppy-fun.html' title='Puppy Fun'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rq4BqYeqGdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3_nfF1EiW4k/s72-c/P4230002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1970256726812728094</id><published>2007-07-29T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:03.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy training school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>"Does my puppy head look big in this shot?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RqzC3YeqGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5Rd48YfsT9U/s1600-h/P4230004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092659535368821186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RqzC3YeqGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5Rd48YfsT9U/s320/P4230004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLOooooooo!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again I say I'm back, I'm sorry but my family keeps taking me away (then I being the clever puppy I am, escapes and runs home!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think I heard I am back for a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much has happened since I last wrote to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to go to that stupid puppy training school again last week, we did 'Heel', waste of time again! What's the point of going for a walk, like we did for our lesson, where I had to walk alongside my owner on the leash. Crazy because when we go for a walk, I am free off the leash and if I'm free there's no way I'm walking next to any people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...People.. Why did God put people on this earth (well apart from filling my bowl with lovely puppy food to eat!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had such a problem just lately with people, when I was a little puppy everyone loved me. Now I'm a little older and little bigger and they just don't understand when I want to be friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we have had a lot of rain and there is a little bit of mud around, but that washes off clothes doesn't it? I can't help jumping up to greet people when I'm out on a walk and now nobody loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have these men at our house at the moment, I'm not allowed to get near them, Why? It's not fair because they get to spend the day playing with sand and water, something about cement, what's that? There's also a lot of wood around and I just love to chew planks of wood, but our house appears to be growing just like me. I know people can get 'fat' can houses too. Can't wait to explore this new part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you will forgive me today I will now go and find something to eat, we only came home this morning and I'm starving I hope they remembered to put puppy food in the cupboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will talk to you all tomorrow......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1970256726812728094?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1970256726812728094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1970256726812728094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1970256726812728094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1970256726812728094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/does-my-puppy-head-look-big-in-this.html' title='&quot;Does my puppy head look big in this shot?&quot;'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RqzC3YeqGcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5Rd48YfsT9U/s72-c/P4230004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5940770342265572220</id><published>2007-07-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:03.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy school'/><title type='text'>Puppy - "Down"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp98NWySiDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BzRZZoTFnow/s1600-h/P4120002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088922672848603186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp98NWySiDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BzRZZoTFnow/s320/P4120002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First I will tell you of last night's puppy school - No they didn't teach me to jump through hoops of fire!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson was 'Down' - what use is that, I already do that - Family: look at the photo - I'm down!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every puppy knows 'down' you can't stand up all your life, it would get quite tiring. Have to sleep like a horse! Stupid teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I got a lecture, they got onto jumping up a certain family member's boyfriend! Well why else does he call at our house if it isn't to play puppy games with me? Isn't it right I should be pleased to see visitors?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps soon they will realise these lessons are all a waste of money, think of the treats you could buy instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for next week, probably be 'Stand' !!!!!........Yawn.........or hopefully.....'Sleep'.....Zzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness though I hardly ever hear that clicker now, they gave up. Yeah..I won. I do know that's it still too high up in the kitchen for me to get at, but I will soon as I can. This puppy never forgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great tennis ball game this afternoon, Mom was busy at the computer and threw tennis balls out of the window while she worked. Garden looked great at the end, then the humans had to spoil my fun and went round to pick them all up, there were 44 balls out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could get into the front driveway, there's a huge pile of sand. Looks just like a big beach for me to play on. Someone said 'builders coming', I don't know what that means, can you play with a builder? I will let you know as soon as I know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I will have to go now that cat from next door is sitting in my tree, he's not getting down you know. Oh, perhaps cat's don't understand the word 'down' he could be stuck for years! Just thought we puppies must be far more superior to cat's, we are educated at school. You never hear of cat school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must fly............. see you tomorrow...........&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/7525196086005416185-5940770342265572220?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5940770342265572220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5940770342265572220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5940770342265572220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5940770342265572220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/puppy-down.html' title='Puppy - &quot;Down&quot;'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp98NWySiDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BzRZZoTFnow/s72-c/P4120002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8086682437376378200</id><published>2007-07-18T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:04.049-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy school'/><title type='text'>Puppy prisoner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp4lUmySiCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tykJxTvjMdE/s1600-h/P4110005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088545664914327586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp4lUmySiCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tykJxTvjMdE/s320/P4110005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Help  -  Help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puppy behind bars  -  Convicted for a crime I haven't yet committed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay - so they caught me going upstairs and I'm not allowed up there on my own, but why do they need the evidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Super Puppy is back everybody, isn't it nice to be home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice though, we came back in time for me to go to puppy school tonight! Waste of time, but don't tell anyone because I get an extra walk on the way. They think I will 'perform' before the class starts but last week, oops puppy puddle in the middle of the lesson. Ha Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to learn super special tricks: like jumping through hoops of fire or walking a tightrope over the Grand Canyon or riding bareback or ......sounds like I want to join the circus, do I have to run away for that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at school what do we do, boring things like last week SIT - STAY  gimme me a break! Any puppy learns how to do that from the first day in your new home, especially when the dog biscuits come out. I can't wait for tonight's lesson......Yawn......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've learnt so many things that puppy school will never teach you, like when hot food falls off the baking tray straight from the oven. You just have to keep picking it up, ouch its hot drop it, try to chew again, ouch its hot drop it, lick it over, ouch its hot drop it, I always find after a few attempts&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you can eat it...just. I always say, if its on the floor you're not getting it back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School doesn't teach patience, its like the stair gate. You know every time they come downstairs they close the gate but you also know that humans are stupid, they're human, they make mistakes, this puppy is smart! The one time they leave the gate open I'm up there - except last time they took that ridiculous photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what else I did that was extra puppy smart, on a walk last week I broke that stupid puppy extending lead - and how much longer do I have to keep saying puppy. Yesterday I was 6 months old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted half a cake and half a candle, what did I get: half of nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'd better go and do my homework.............Yeah Right..........I'll see if that cat's around to chase......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you tomorrow but before I go I would like to say hi to my best friend Deuce. He has a great blog (the second best one I know) (Guess which one is first?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please check him out at &lt;a href="http://www.lesliehawes.com/blackdog/"&gt;http://www.lesliehawes.com/blackdog/&lt;/a&gt; okay so I know its says blackdog but believe me he is nothing like the big black dog that lives here, hmmm, wonder if he would swap places. Be nice to have someone here I could actually play with. Sorry BBD I love you really.&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/7525196086005416185-8086682437376378200?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8086682437376378200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8086682437376378200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8086682437376378200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8086682437376378200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/puppy-prisoner.html' title='Puppy prisoner'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rp4lUmySiCI/AAAAAAAAAJo/tykJxTvjMdE/s72-c/P4110005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4710054705308539343</id><published>2007-07-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:11:55.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>THE PUPPY RETURNS</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody Super Puppy here  -  Sorry no photo's today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say I am back, desperate to announce my wonderful return to my puppy blog diary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just as quiet, shy, bashful, timid, unassuming, as I ever was...........................NO WAY......NOT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here tomorrow with more 'tails' for you of my recent days adventures and my school lessons (they don't work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back tomorrow, always remember Puppies Rule...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4710054705308539343?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4710054705308539343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4710054705308539343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4710054705308539343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4710054705308539343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/puppy-returns.html' title='THE PUPPY RETURNS'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4971833420369189929</id><published>2007-07-09T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:04.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pup'/><title type='text'>Vacation Pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RpJP8YMnSVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o83pE8Kk17U/s1600-h/P3140003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085214827960813906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RpJP8YMnSVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o83pE8Kk17U/s320/P3140003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'Super Puppy' as she likes to be known had the nerve to ask me to post an entry here today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to an overwhelming desire to keep dipping her paws in the sand, eating ice cream and having a wonderful time. I am pleased to say that the troublesome pup will be away for just a little while longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you really want to hear all her 'tails' she will be back in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me I'm off for a nice peaceful rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4971833420369189929?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4971833420369189929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4971833420369189929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4971833420369189929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4971833420369189929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacation-pup.html' title='Vacation Pup'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RpJP8YMnSVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/o83pE8Kk17U/s72-c/P3140003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-33659011144683402</id><published>2007-06-30T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:04.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoaZaYMnSUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7YB4G_nbxQ/s1600-h/020607+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081917907985189186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoaZaYMnSUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7YB4G_nbxQ/s320/020607+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no post yesterday they left me 'home alone puppy' and went off to see the tennis at Wimbledon.&lt;br /&gt;The cheek they could have played tennis balls in the garden with me! So I got my own back, I ate the seat pads off the chairs in the kitchen, well only 2 of them!&lt;br /&gt;At least they went out and I didn't have to suffer that awful puppy clicker. BUT I know where they keep it. Just got to work out how to get it. It's in the fruit bowl, which is right in the middle of the kitchen table. Now this table is quite big, I know because I often try to steal food off of it, but I can't work out yet how to get my tongue all the way to the middle.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, one day soon they will lay it down somewhere and I will grab it.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, they took both of us out for our walk and then left us, I started on the chairs as soon as they had gone down the drive.&lt;br /&gt;About 5 minutes later we had a visitor, a puppy sitter came to look after us, how boring! Well she arrived too late!&lt;br /&gt;Then for the rest of her stay she just watched me like a hawk. If I went outside she followed, I couldn't get rid of her.&lt;br /&gt;For once I was pleased to see my family back.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a very hard day, the rain is 'paw-ing' down again. Our walk was a puppy swimming lesson, I used to like splashing about in puddles but just lately we have to wade through the paths.&lt;br /&gt;Then we get home and the garden is awash with water, I think we live in a castle because we have a moat around us now.&lt;br /&gt;So I've stayed indoors this afternoon and driven everyone mad. I need to play and run, I have energy to get rid of. I tear up and down the hall, they shout at me. My favorite game is to roll a ball under the TV, they have to bend down and fetch it, so I do it again.  See they will play with me!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm giving up on the weather I'm going to join the Big Black Dog and have a snooze......&lt;br /&gt;always remember puppies rule........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-33659011144683402?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/33659011144683402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=33659011144683402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/33659011144683402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/33659011144683402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-alone-puppy.html' title='Home Alone Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoaZaYMnSUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/W7YB4G_nbxQ/s72-c/020607+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5579820074748386397</id><published>2007-06-28T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Training'/><title type='text'>Puppy Clicker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoPYoYMnSTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e8-hKWvcSNE/s1600-h/020607+001b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081142992805775666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoPYoYMnSTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e8-hKWvcSNE/s320/020607+001b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clicker - Click - Click - Click - Click - Click&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going out of my tiny mind, all I can hear day and night is click, click, click!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please help save this puppy from going insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody, Yes They took me to puppy training school, no I mean clicker school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was dreadful they believe in the power of the clicker, what am I going to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived and our class was being held in a field, I thought fantastic won't be so bad after all. How wrong could I be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new teacher said that all puppies can be controlled and taught by using this clicker. Click and treat. Well I liked the treat part, but the thought of this noise around me all the time is terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind you I heard one part, they said: ignore the bad, praise the good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Works for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I came home and started eating the garden bench, Crash, Bang. I jumped a mile or two, nearly high enough to jump the fence and get that cat next door. It was my family throwing an empty coke can full of pennies into the garden. Seems the way to distract me from wrong-doing is to make a sudden noise and I will stop. Give me a heart attack you mean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't take this, but I've already worked out that to catch me at something they will have to watch me every minute of every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how long that lasts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they want to call me indoors and they use this stupid clicker, I know my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All evening it was Click This and Click That. I'm leaving home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know one thing I have been a very well behaved puppy today because they are wearing me out and I've slept a lot. Except I can hear clicks in my sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went on our puppy walk and they took the clicker, met my friends and how embarrassing they click, click me. I was only trying to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm keeping my eyes peeled for this clicker, as soon as I can find it, I'm going to bury it as deep as I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I feel like another snooze, I'll see you tomorrow...............&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/7525196086005416185-5579820074748386397?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5579820074748386397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5579820074748386397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5579820074748386397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5579820074748386397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppy-clicker.html' title='Puppy Clicker'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoPYoYMnSTI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e8-hKWvcSNE/s72-c/020607+001b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-464900499343922057</id><published>2007-06-27T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>PreSchool Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoJv0IMnSSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GKDNjFFr_oQ/s1600-h/020607+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080746270971611426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoJv0IMnSSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GKDNjFFr_oQ/s320/020607+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am a preschool puppy, watch out I might look different tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a short post because I am having an extra walk this afternoon, I think they want to try and tire me out so I behave at school later. No chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to school as me and no teacher is going to change me, those other puppies in the class won't know what's about to hit them. Actually I can't wait to go now. See what all this fuss is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a good morning, got up found a buffet had been laid out for me. Well I stole a sausage and a piece of bacon! I couldn't believe they forgot I was around, my nose doesn't miss a thing. With all the shouting going on I think it was possible someone didn't have time to make any more and had to go to work with no breakfast, oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after our morning puppy walk I found a new 'toy'. I've eaten the shed! Well not quite all of it yet, but I found this piece of wood, I pulled and tore at it and yes it started to pull away. There was this hole, I saw a bicycle. Then problem I got caught, the family were very cross, out came hammer and nails. Thing is once I know how to make a hole somewhere I can usually go back later and have another go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had better go and start getting ready for puppy school, I won't have to wear a uniform will I? There had better not be any homework either. Hey do you think they have my brown-bag ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you all about my lesson tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-464900499343922057?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/464900499343922057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=464900499343922057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/464900499343922057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/464900499343922057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/preschool-puppy.html' title='PreSchool Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoJv0IMnSSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GKDNjFFr_oQ/s72-c/020607+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5343048402135017764</id><published>2007-06-26T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>'Grand' Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoEyA4JL7KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iqCVKNOKvGI/s1600-h/P3180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080396845302934690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoEyA4JL7KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iqCVKNOKvGI/s320/P3180001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey don't you think I look grand, I can't be a puppy much longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Big Black Dog says I'm only sitting upright and still because I've been nailed there, how rude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a quiet day for me, I'm bored. The family are not happy with me, apart from yesterday's bath disaster I kept them up last night. Not a nice subject but I'm still teething and I eat everything, well in the middle of the night I woke my family several times. I kept trying to throw up, eventually I got rid of this huge piece of green plastic. Came from a green tortoise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning they are not happy with me and the lack of sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a puppy walk and would you believe they took me across the fields, no puddles, they kept me clean. What's the fun in that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we sat in the car while they did some shopping, when I was a little puppy I used to jump the seats and have been known to dive into the shopping bags. Guess what they bought a dog guard and now I can't cross over into the back seat. I tell you my life is getting very boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next door neighbour doesn't like it when I peep though the holes in the fence and bark at that stupid cat of hers, do you know what she did, covered the holes! I ask you, people everywhere are ganging up on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They actually gave me a treat earlier on and said how good I have been today, well I'll tell you I'm bored. Bored. Bored. Big Puppy Bored. Going out of my tiny mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week they seem to think they can be one step ahead of me, I look for my usual playthings, like the TV remote and phones etc. But I can't find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what today's Tuesday, tomorrow I start school. I'm going to cry in a minute, my life is falling apart. I feel miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang on a minute, the sun is coming out, there's a bird on our bird table it's my job I have to chase them away....Wait that stupid cat is coming across the grass I will have to go, birds in my garden is my job, not his...gotta go..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5343048402135017764?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5343048402135017764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5343048402135017764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5343048402135017764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5343048402135017764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/grand-puppy.html' title='&apos;Grand&apos; Puppy!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RoEyA4JL7KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/iqCVKNOKvGI/s72-c/P3180001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4320623028568337475</id><published>2007-06-25T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.544-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy at rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn_0m4JL7JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZoktVFxBxs/s1600-h/P3180002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080047853440330898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn_0m4JL7JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZoktVFxBxs/s320/P3180002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need a new ring this one has a hole in it, or rather it doesn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody, Good job this photo was taken before we went out because everything went wrong after our puppy walk this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful walk, in our little town today it is pouring with rain, there is so much mud it is fantastic. The family said it is raining too much to take pictures of the Big Black Dog and I enjoying the pools. Shame you can't see just how deep they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with one of my puppy friends, now when I play with others I do tend to roll on my back (see my picture from yesterday!) so somehow I managed to get mud and dirt and rain and tree bark and bunny doodles and maybe a little bit of foxy doodles as well, (I don't think I know what deer doodles look like), all into my coat! I smelt really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just a little bit dirtier than usual and when we arrived home, I wasn't even allowed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set up the 'bath' area in the garden again, I hate baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took two of them to try and get me clean, one had to hold me, the other handled the water hose. Ha ha, one of them got quite wet. Serves them right.&lt;br /&gt;But then things took a turn for the worse, they stood at the door with my big bath towel. Now I don't like being rubbed down, it's worse than the bathing. As they went to wrap me up I took a dive between their legs and somehow I managed to break free. I ran into the house, they chased, although they were screaming at me I think really they were having fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was still soaking wet and leaving little puppy drippy puddles everywhere. I think it's amazing that a puppy can out run stupid humans.&lt;br /&gt;I ran through the hall, round the kitchen, back down the hall again and into the family room they tried to catch me, then suddenly to avoid them I jumped up onto the couch. The more they said 'down' the more I stayed put, I even rolled onto my back, that usually makes them laugh. Not today.&lt;br /&gt;I was having such fun I didn't even see the hand grab my collar and pull me down. Oh no I think I wet the couch, the rug, everything.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they are ever going to love me again....It seemed a bit late but I had to stand there and let them dry me, I lowered my head in my apologetic way.&lt;br /&gt;I am still a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;If I still have a home and family I'll see you tomorrow, I'd better take a puppy nap and keep quiet for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4320623028568337475?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4320623028568337475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4320623028568337475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4320623028568337475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4320623028568337475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppy-at-rest.html' title='Puppy at rest'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn_0m4JL7JI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eZoktVFxBxs/s72-c/P3180002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7873981819890884170</id><published>2007-06-23T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>The ball's in the puppies court</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn1rW4JL7II/AAAAAAAAAIw/x7C-iv8nOtQ/s1600-h/P3180003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079333995515997314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn1rW4JL7II/AAAAAAAAAIw/x7C-iv8nOtQ/s320/P3180003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If that Big Black Dog thinks she is going to get the ball then I will swallow it!&lt;br /&gt;Hi, super puppy here. I have to say that because today no-one else will.&lt;br /&gt;This morning after our puppy walk (and they said I was good out today!) we went off to Grandma's House and I don't think I will ever be invited there again.&lt;br /&gt;Now as I have said before I like Grandma, she spoils me so I didn't set out to upset her at all. She still calls me her little puppy, I'm not little any more!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway everybody was in the garden and I was taking a look around the house, now Grandma is old and I mean really old, you know the wrinkle kind, she must be at least 50 odd!!&lt;br /&gt;But in her house she does not have paint on the walls in her rooms, she has what they call wallpaper (so I heard them say later). &lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sniffing along that funny piece of wood border that goes all around the bottom of the floor and there was this little piece of paper sticking out from the wall. Of course my puppy nose was interested, I licked it, the piece became a little softer. Oops, so I used my teeth, the next thing I knew was this paper started to come away from the wall and I had hold of a strip that was as long as a man. I looked at the wall, well there was a big hole but I thought no, no-one will notice that.&lt;br /&gt;How wrong could I be?&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was not amused, I'm getting fed up with all this finger pointing they keep doing at me lately.&lt;br /&gt;However, when they had a cup of tea, Grandma still gave me a oreo, my favorite! I put my head in her lap to say sorry and I think she forgave me.&lt;br /&gt;In the car home though the family went mad, kept shouting at me and something about they have to go back next week, I thought hurrah yes. Then they said I can't go they have to redecorate or what ever that means.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I thought it best to stay in my safe haven in the garden, I could just see that cat next door through a tiny gap in the fence, so I barked constantly at him to annoy him until the lady next door shouted at me to keep quiet. Oh well annoy everybody its my way.&lt;br /&gt;Time for a puppy nap I think............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7873981819890884170?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7873981819890884170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7873981819890884170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7873981819890884170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7873981819890884170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/balls-in-puppies-court.html' title='The ball&apos;s in the puppies court'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rn1rW4JL7II/AAAAAAAAAIw/x7C-iv8nOtQ/s72-c/P3180003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7206049406302690900</id><published>2007-06-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:05.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Puppy/Half Fish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rnw7vIJL7HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVqdr7qYPHs/s1600-h/P3140002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079000160592981106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rnw7vIJL7HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVqdr7qYPHs/s320/P3140002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me again, all nice and muddy.&lt;br /&gt;We have had so much rain lately even I am beginning to think I'm a fish!&lt;br /&gt;On our puppy walk this morning I just couldn't resist these pools, wonderful for cooling the blood. I always wonder though why after my lovely swim do we have to continue our walk through all that long wet grass?&lt;br /&gt;Only problem with being a muddy puppy is the clean up afterwards, I hate those towels! They always rub far too hard I'm sure they think they can get even with me for something.&lt;br /&gt;And I know what it is, I broke a CD (What's a CD?) player this morning. I found this black wire hanging down and I pulled it. I had to run like mad to avoid being killed when this big box thing almost fell on my head. It crashed to the floor with such a bang, all the family came running and I ended up running outside for safety.&lt;br /&gt;There was quite a bit of shouting and finger waving at me.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help myself if I see anything loose, hanging around, lying around, hidden away.&lt;br /&gt;I found where they keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; guide, it's behind the pillows on the couch. What an easy hiding place to find. Soon as they go out of the room, I jump up move the pillows and there it is, I usually take it to the garden for reading and digesting.&lt;br /&gt;Somethings they win at, the cookie jar has been moved to a higher shelf, haven't worked that one out yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating my way through the garden bench seat at the moment, they keep shouting and pointing at that too, but they do not know how to stop me on that one, so my puppy teething chewing post is available 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a box of mints last night, yucky, I didn't like them and afterwards they didn't like me either. In a way it's so easy being a puppy, you can eat almost anything and if its not right for us, up it comes again. Simple really, means I can try anything. Not going to eat those potato skins again though, learnt that lesson! Oh yes &amp; peppers, no way!!&lt;br /&gt;But anything new, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;Well think it's time I woke the Big Black Dog for a game of I'm going to bite your ear again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you tomorrow folks.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7206049406302690900?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7206049406302690900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7206049406302690900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7206049406302690900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7206049406302690900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/half-puppyhalf-fish.html' title='Half Puppy/Half Fish!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rnw7vIJL7HI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVqdr7qYPHs/s72-c/P3140002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3245819839388835504</id><published>2007-06-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Training'/><title type='text'>Bigger Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnqR4IJL7GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V8dcQV9klBc/s1600-h/P3140001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078531923258371170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnqR4IJL7GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V8dcQV9klBc/s320/P3140001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at me, don't you think I'm growing into a really huge puppy now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people still call me a puppy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I look older than 5 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why is it the older I get the more they tell me off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And why do I keep asking questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because I don't know the answers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family just told me to stop being stupid and said why am I wasting every body's time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning on our puppy walk we were joined again by that awful dog training man, I really don't like him! I have this problem you see. When all of us are together everything is fine, if they call me, 'most of' the time I will come back. But I am a very friendly puppy and when I meet people I have this urge to greet them. Can I help it if I never hear them call me? (Another question!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also run ahead to find other dog walkers and my trade mark is to jump all over them with my muddy puppy paws. Oops, people are not too pleased with that. So I had to suffer this stupid man again, he keeps me on the lead and expects me to walk by his side all the time. Impossible. So I had an awful walk but they did say we could go to the park tonight, I hope so I need to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home I found we had an intruder in the garden, that cat from next door had climbed into my tree.  Wish I could climb the tree!  So I had to sit there until he moved. Well I don't know how he did it, I was puppy tired after my walk and I only closed my eyes for 2 seconds, when I looked again he was gone! Next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm staying in the garden today I've been in every body's bad books, I got hold of that teddy bear again and ate his ribbon. I chewed up this week's TV guide. And to top it off I buried some clean washing in the garden, I don't think I'm very popular at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll survive, stay low, come out fighting tomorrow....see you then...&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/7525196086005416185-3245819839388835504?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3245819839388835504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3245819839388835504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3245819839388835504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3245819839388835504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/bigger-puppy.html' title='Bigger Puppy!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnqR4IJL7GI/AAAAAAAAAIg/V8dcQV9klBc/s72-c/P3140001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6838953662569935670</id><published>2007-06-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>A Puppies Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rngeh4JL7FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a3KTtlekwyQ/s1600-h/P3070002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077842147215666258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rngeh4JL7FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a3KTtlekwyQ/s320/P3070002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone, isn't the summer wonderful, but all our fields are just too high for this puppy! Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a lovely puppy walk this morning but spoilt things when we got home, the family have discovered that I am now able to see out of our garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I climb up onto a garden bench seat, cross over to an old dumpster left in the corner, from there I can put my paws on the top of our fence and look over. Only problem is the view has nothing to look at, just waste land. But for this puppy I can dream of being free.  Except this morning they caught me, I got told off, now they have moved things around, I'll just have to work it out another way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At lunch time when the family finish eating, the big black dog and I always get a little something, today it was a crust from their ham sandwich. I am supposed to know my place. BBD (Big Black Dog) goes first then little puppy me, but this morning the tiny morsel of ham they offered just smelt too good to wait so I was very naughty. I snatched BBD's piece and mine in one go. Oh Boy did I get told off for that. Then they go off to the kitchen to find an extra piece of lovely ham just for BBD, honestly they spoil that dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my own back later in the afternoon, I think it was the little rabbit doodles that I shouldn't have touched when we were out, because after lunch I bought them all up all over BBD's blanket! Oops. In trouble again, then they go and find her a new one, typical, mine is old and puppy smelly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They keep shouting at me at the moment they keep saying they have to watch me every minute of every day and they do, it's no fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday when they went upstairs I took a teddy bear off the window ledge in the hall and took him out to the garden, just for fresh air you understand. He got a little wet from some licking, but even he's now getting better treatment than I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think it's time to investigate the garden, but first I want to say Hi to my friend Deuce. I have been reading your pages, love the photos. But it would appear I can't leave any comments for you, have to ask my family about loggin in? If you love your water hoses then you really would love my mud pools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you all tomorrow, never forget puppies rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-6838953662569935670?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6838953662569935670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6838953662569935670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6838953662569935670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6838953662569935670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppies-summer.html' title='A Puppies Summer'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rngeh4JL7FI/AAAAAAAAAIY/a3KTtlekwyQ/s72-c/P3070002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3950611152302579342</id><published>2007-06-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><title type='text'>A Puppies Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnV1PIJL7EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vFCLCeXrtAI/s1600-h/P3070001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077093057674603586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnV1PIJL7EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vFCLCeXrtAI/s320/P3070001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me again, I'm sure any day now this farmer will cut his grass, it's making this puppy sneeze a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Short post today but I wanted to tell you what happened this morning because I got told off big time again.&lt;br /&gt;I've eaten the car!&lt;br /&gt;We went for our puppy walk, first of all I must tell you how big I am now, I can jump into the car by myself. Makes me feel big and surprises that Big Black Dog, she always sits there so grand, well now I can jump in just like her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we were driving along the road, I was having fun in the back, suddenly I caught the eye of the driver in that terrible invention of a backwards mirror, the one designed so they can see what I am up to. I'm sitting there with a piece of the car in my mouth. Brakes go on, I thought they had stopped for something important but it was just to stop me. They found out I have been chewing my way through the panels at the back, well they are covered in carpet with foam underneath. They were not amused.&lt;br /&gt;After our walk, I was put under supervision for the drive home. They keep muttering about who would buy the car now? I don't want anybody to buy the car, we need it to go puppy walkies.&lt;br /&gt;And when we got home they said I didn't deserve a bone biscuit, they did give me one, but they had that look on the faces.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being in trouble......&lt;br /&gt;If I survive I'll see you tomorrow......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3950611152302579342?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3950611152302579342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3950611152302579342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3950611152302579342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3950611152302579342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppies-hello.html' title='A Puppies Hello!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnV1PIJL7EI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vFCLCeXrtAI/s72-c/P3070001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-6466616453589543532</id><published>2007-06-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy Puppy Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnRkcYJL7DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZjO4oeNE4_U/s1600-h/P2270001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076793118633487410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnRkcYJL7DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZjO4oeNE4_U/s320/P2270001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops I did it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They keep telling me I'm still a little puppy, so can I help it if I like to puddle in the mud? The only problem is they wash me off when I get home, Yuk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I was in a lot of trouble, real trouble, not just puppy trouble either, they said it was dangerous what I did and I could have been killed. Problem is I haven't got a clue what they mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are of a nervous type perhaps you had better not read this post, it's nasty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it all started when we went out for my morning puppy walk, we have two favorite places, one in the forest where I can jump straight out of the car and run like mad (I like that place best). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our other walk I have to go on the puppy lead while we cross a road to a field. Now I don't like the lead and I admit I play up, so they now put me on this awful extending lead while I'm still in the car, then they try to open the back and grab my collar. But this morning I was naughty I saw the back of the car open slightly and I slipped to freedom through this tiny gap. I thought I was such a clever puppy, but they grabbed my lead, only it was the extending part and the thin rope caught their hand and caused burning blisters on their fingers. I think it hurt them. I never meant to hurt them. Then they started screaming at me for being so naughty, they said if there had been a car in the car park I could have been killed. But the car park is always empty, not a popular place because you have to cross a road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still went on the walk, then I was being nagged because they say that I do not walk, I just lunge and lunge on this puppy lead. Well take it off then! I hear them say that school will make me walk on a lead, huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came home and my injured family had to bandage two fingers, I felt bad,, I went outside to the garden, problem was to console myself I started chewing our garden bench. Oh dear they saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can you do when you are puppy teething, you have to chew anything, anyplace, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for this depressing post, I needed to warn other people to be careful with those awful extending leads. We puppies do not like them, we run ahead and you constantly yank us in the throat, so it would be better if everybody threw them away and just let us run free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not hurt your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they have forgiven me, they are coming with a tennis ball in their hands, they want to play, I must go, must play, must catch, must run..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-6466616453589543532?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6466616453589543532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=6466616453589543532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6466616453589543532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/6466616453589543532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/muddy-puppy-again.html' title='Muddy Puppy Again!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnRkcYJL7DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZjO4oeNE4_U/s72-c/P2270001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4782244590916408390</id><published>2007-06-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Spot the Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnFtVYJL7CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-rD0_5c3hmo/s1600-h/P3080004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075958469048921122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnFtVYJL7CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-rD0_5c3hmo/s320/P3080004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody, talk about where's Waldo?&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think my family is just trying to lose me. If you can spot the black tail I'm just in front!!&lt;br /&gt;But this puppy is getting fed up, why doesn't anybody cut the grass around here? I can't grow quick enough.&lt;br /&gt;After my time away from home I've returned to a great house, they seem to have totally forgotten just how much I can reach, nothing stops me now. Today they put their breakfast on the coffee table, easy pickings. Left the remote boxes out and the TV guide, ha ha. They got a little upset because I take everything outside and it got a little dirty, oops!!&lt;br /&gt;However I was away and missed the first day of puppy training school. Hurrah I thought, I've escaped that torture but no they tell me we are going to start at another place on June 27, soon sort that teacher out!&lt;br /&gt;Had a great puppy walk today, well apart from that field, I almost caught a rabbit, it was so close I could lick it! One day, I have a dream, one day!&lt;br /&gt;I burnt my puppy nose today, I tried to sniff inside the oven when the family was baking, oh it smelt so good, they opened the door and of course I had to look in there, but my nose touched the shelf, my that was hot. I'll try again tomorrow see if I can lick without touching anything oven/hot, if there's a way I'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;Since my return I notice I have a lot of jobs to do, the garden has grown needs my digging skills and that Cat from next door has been in all my puppy places, I can smell it.  Wish I could put him in that oven!&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm glad to be back home but I'm feeling tired right now, if you don't mind I think I'll take a quick little puppy nap....See you soon....Zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4782244590916408390?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4782244590916408390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4782244590916408390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4782244590916408390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4782244590916408390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/spot-puppy.html' title='Spot the Puppy!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RnFtVYJL7CI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-rD0_5c3hmo/s72-c/P3080004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7628632758262470936</id><published>2007-06-12T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:06.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rm60T4JL7BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OAkFaEclf1s/s1600-h/P3050004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075192083674557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rm60T4JL7BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OAkFaEclf1s/s320/P3050004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I'M BACK EVERYBODY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though I am sorry that I was away for so long, I missed you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a quick note to apologise (the family made me say that!) they said I had to tell you we had a family emergency but everything is okay now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I remember is being bungled into the car like a kidnap victim, being dumped off at Grandma's house, well actually I quite like Grandma &amp; Grandpa, he takes me for walks. Then today I think they paid the ransom because they bought me home,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yippee&lt;/span&gt;. So if you will excuse me I have a lot of work to do in the house, checking everything is as I left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to say Hi to Deuce for your nice note, I will be in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will post tomorrow, if we are not back to normal by then you will hear me howling, but could be next day. See you then.  Never forget...Puppies Rule..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7628632758262470936?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7628632758262470936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7628632758262470936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7628632758262470936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7628632758262470936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppies-return.html' title='Puppies Return'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rm60T4JL7BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OAkFaEclf1s/s72-c/P3050004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4975946265027804306</id><published>2007-06-02T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Training'/><title type='text'>Puppy Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmG69ztKhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aaWnNcbuKho/s1600-h/P2240001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071540226410317042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmG69ztKhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aaWnNcbuKho/s320/P2240001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day, today on our puppy walk I was joined by a puppy trainer, huh what did he know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think as you can see I look quite well behaved here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me lead work, didn't like that. A puppies walk is for running and having fun, not going to school. When I was allowed off he kept calling me back, stupid! If my nose has picked up something really good, why should I have to run back to his side? And do you know what else, he wants me to stop jumping up at people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he's trying too hard to change me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a puppy and puppies rule. We were born to create havoc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won in the end, we got home and he had a cup of coffee. I stole a biscuit from the plate before he choose one. Ha Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I will have to finish off for today because we are going out to visit grandma. She always spoils me, lets me have cream biscuits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4975946265027804306?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4975946265027804306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4975946265027804306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4975946265027804306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4975946265027804306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppy-training.html' title='Puppy Training'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmG69ztKhPI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aaWnNcbuKho/s72-c/P2240001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4407826695081429385</id><published>2007-06-01T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy, Don't eat the Daisies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmA1DztKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mt4Avil9NC4/s1600-h/P2150004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071111519954699490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmA1DztKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mt4Avil9NC4/s320/P2150004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been quite a day, some naughty news, some dangerous news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before our morning puppy walk we had a visitor at home and for once I was allowed to say hello. Had lots of warnings about jumping up, but I can't help it, I want to be bigger. The lady didn't mind, she said so and I believed her!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the family had coffee in the kitchen and I in my way just ran about puppy style, the lady said I was a very cute puppy. Alright so I like an audience, I rolled on my back, took her my toys, one of my favorite toys is an empty plastic milk bottle, nice and noisy. I also chew up cereal packets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now under the table next to her feet I found her basket, sniffed around, interesting but then the family caught me and I was warned to stay out. I was wandering down the hallway when I heard the lady scream, I rushed back. Oops looks like she put her hand into her basket and found my chewed up piece of cardboard, I wondered where I had left that. They all look at me accusingly, as if I could do that on purpose, I'm only a puppy, not Einstein!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So later we left for our walk, it was such a nice warm sunny day. But I wasn't the only creature that wanted to feel the warmth of the sun on our backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered today that the world is not a very nice place to be, the big black dog was looking at something. The family went to see what she had found. A snake. Now I had never even heard about snakes before, let alone seen one and what kind does the big black dog have to find: an ADDER. This didn't mean anything to me until I sit in the car and listen to my family. So now I do not like snakes. Do we have to go for a walk tomorrow? I'm going to be scared! Help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home but every stick I saw in the garden looked like a snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to have my puppy biscuits in the kitchen, do snakes come indoors? I'm supposed to protect my house and family, forget that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I had a nice puppy snooze, went outside and tipped over the water bowl, my feet needed cooling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time I think to start searching for a new place to dig my new secret 'hidey' hole. I found a good place below the apple tree, no-one will look there. It got a little tough I found some roots to the tree but the hole is getting bigger, I will just have to work on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh got to go that cat from next door is looking over at me from the roof of our shed, see him off........&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/7525196086005416185-4407826695081429385?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4407826695081429385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4407826695081429385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4407826695081429385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4407826695081429385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/puppy-dont-eat-daisies.html' title='Puppy, Don&apos;t eat the Daisies!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RmA1DztKhOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Mt4Avil9NC4/s72-c/P2150004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2599722870373632466</id><published>2007-05-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Dog'/><title type='text'>Good Puppy Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl7arjtKhNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sc1BJKe7PT8/s1600-h/P2220002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070730672319661266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl7arjtKhNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sc1BJKe7PT8/s320/P2220002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, today I have been told that I am behaving very well, like the perfect little puppy dog, they said!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because after yesterday they will not let me out of their sight.&lt;br /&gt;The only mischief I have managed to pull off today was quickly grabbing a piece of toast at breakfast time, but the laugh was on me because it had marmalade on it. Yuk, How do humans eat the stuff?&lt;br /&gt;We went for a lovely puppy walk this morning, I was lucky enough to see some rabbits, they were lucky enough because I didn't chase them. The big black dog tells me it is a puppies duty to chase rabbits, but I don't see the point in that yet! I do so love to chase that cat from next door, I see the point in that, get out of my garden.&lt;br /&gt;We went straight home but they are not leaving me alone for a second, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk around my garden, I saw that someone has dug over and repaired my secret digging hole, that means they found the slipper I buried for chewing later and a meaty bone I discovered in the garden after a barbecue, and what's worse is they never gave those things back to me!&lt;br /&gt;So getting bored I started a running game, tearing through the garden up into the house and back again, nope not allowed, they stopped me. Said I had muddy puppy feet, I haven't, all the mud dropped off in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stop myself I decided to enjoy a little gnaw on the doormat, got caught. My fault they probably heard my growling as I tried to make the stupid mat surrender.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one reason for being good, they gave me a chew stick, wow. But that only lasts for a couple of minutes, how can any puppy be good for the WHOLE day just to get a chew stick?&lt;br /&gt;So I took a nap and that has turned out to be a good decision for once, I just saw people putting outdoor shoes on, Yippee we are all going out again, oh this is a good day. I will have to go now, I'm off out again, bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2599722870373632466?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2599722870373632466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2599722870373632466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2599722870373632466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2599722870373632466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-puppy-dog.html' title='Good Puppy Dog'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl7arjtKhNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Sc1BJKe7PT8/s72-c/P2220002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8834324706932806442</id><published>2007-05-30T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies games'/><title type='text'>Troublesome Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl2ilDtKhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yBiEZaw4d4c/s1600-h/P2150001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070387513022645442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl2ilDtKhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yBiEZaw4d4c/s320/P2150001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody super trouble puppy here, I've done it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning after breakfast I did my usual check of all eating areas, nope, no crumbs, not a morsel of anything. However on the kitchen table I saw something bright, no-one seems to realise I'm growing into a much bigger puppy now. So I half jumped and caught it, I rushed off into the garden, I didn't know what my find was, it was small, looked a bit like the TV control box. Only problem was it was too small for me to play with and I soon lost interest so buried it into one of my holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on 'the big man' of the house, as I call him, was looking for something. I watched as all my family started turning everything upside down. Then they looked at me. What did I know, I'm only a puppy? In their usual gobbledygook they asked me if I had seen something or other, I can never understand what they saying. I thought they wanted to play so rushed off to the toy box and returned with a tennis ball, Yes? NO, they shouted at me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They even went outside and started looking around the garden, I started to run about I was sure they wanted to play puppy games, but no they went back indoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one of them picked up the strange box that makes a noise like a ringing bell, I always think they look stupid when they talk to themselves. Nobody wanted to take any notice of me this morning, I tried everything I could to get their attention. Did my usual I can lie on my back with my legs in the air, that always makes them laugh, nope. Chased my tail, nope. Look cute and dumb, nope. Sulk away, nope and no-one saw me go, what is wrong with those guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them opened the back door and from the garden came this strange noise, like that ringing bell box thing, only muffled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh No, they are heading for my secret 'puppies only' burial hole.....they are digging in it....No they found my stash! It seems the box I found this morning was important, oops. They are all looking at me, why do they keep waving their fingers my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the some reason they get satisfaction by repeating the word, School, school, school... starts next week , help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just get bored, maybe if we walked before breakfast as well as after, perhaps I wouldn't get into so much trouble. Or maybe if I had more food. Or maybe if they played more games. Or maybe if they understood I'm just a little puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow everybody, remember puppies rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8834324706932806442?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8834324706932806442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8834324706932806442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8834324706932806442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8834324706932806442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/troublesome-puppy.html' title='Troublesome Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rl2ilDtKhMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yBiEZaw4d4c/s72-c/P2150001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3957547348590635461</id><published>2007-05-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walks'/><title type='text'>'Stick'  Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rlw8NztKhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ecqtx3t2n0/s1600-h/P2200003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069993488427943090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rlw8NztKhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ecqtx3t2n0/s320/P2200003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my morning puppy walks I love to find a stick, but maybe this place is going a bit too far. I didn't know which one to pick up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately after my lovely walk, things took a turn for the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home and despite thinking that my family loves me, they left me alone (well I say alone, the big black dog was here, but she's not up to much, just sits there, like an old lady!). Yes fancy leaving a puppy. Of course I got bored, couldn't even get outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know me, could I just lay down and take a puppy nap, no way. I was too cross at being left, I've haven't been left many times, I'm only a baby. So I wandered around the kitchen, no food around, thanks and I was hungry. I know where they keep things like biscuits and guess where they are. Right up high in the cupboards, not even my brilliant brain can work out how to get up there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used my puppy paws to try and prise some of the cupboard doors and yes 2 of them opened, hurrah I thought. But the first one had saucepans and boring things, I pulled them out to the floor but the noise was too noisy even for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the door under the sink, although no food, offered me a few playthings, some rags I could chew, a funny paper roll like the loo roll only much bigger, that rolled everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general play I like to chew on a cardboard box so when I saw this large one I thought that will give me something to do for a minute. I managed to knock it off the shelf and with my sharp teeth had a good old time on the corners, then the inside's started to appear on the floor, all white like sugar but it didn't taste very sweet and my tongue felt soapy, then my tummy began to feel funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I knew it the contents were back on the floor again. I took a drink of water and tasted bubbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like all normal puppies that didn't keep me down for long and went back to the cupboard, I cleared out what I could find but nothing else exciting to play with, so had a nice chew on the cupboard door. That did actually taste quite good. I even had a little puppy nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to the sound of a car, they're back I barked and stood at the kitchen door, but no they didn't come in. The house sounded quiet, I was just hoping it wasn't burglars, I'm not big enough yet to fight off criminals.I've heard about cat burglars, if it was one of them they had better go next door, do me a favor take that cat away! Do they have puppy burglars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm awake, where are they? I go under the kitchen table realising there no-one around to stop me chewing the pine legs, wow, felt kind of comforting chewing those, I've tried all my life to have a go at these, quite nice and soft really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another car, the big black dog finally wakes up she seems to know it's them. My little puppy tail is wagging at 90 miles an hour, I've missed you I bark and jump all over them. At first they seemed really pleased to see me but then they put their heads around the door. Oops I looked back as well, my my it did look like a fight had gone on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rush to the back door, I desperately need to puddle, they think I'm running away. No please don't take me back to the mess, yes I know it's a mess, yes I'm sorry, No I won't do it again, please let me go outside... help....too late.. I puddled on the kitchen floor. Now I'm in double/triple/quad whatever next, trouble. At least they let me outside, I think I just might stay here for a little bit until things are cleared up and they want to see their dear little puppy again.......... Oh dear.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3957547348590635461?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3957547348590635461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3957547348590635461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3957547348590635461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3957547348590635461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/stick-puppy.html' title='&apos;Stick&apos;  Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rlw8NztKhLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ecqtx3t2n0/s72-c/P2200003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8855923357987576020</id><published>2007-05-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppies'/><title type='text'>'Little' Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlrtnTtKhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uDLKldI5bgs/s1600-h/P2160003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069625590119302306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlrtnTtKhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uDLKldI5bgs/s320/P2160003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First can I say 'What a crop!' This farmer really knows how to grow things, but makes me feel such a little puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everybody. This will surprise you but I have been told that I was a very very good puppy this holiday weekend, Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday after breakfast I thought we were just going out on our usual puppy walk but no, we all got into the car and off we went. We drove &amp; drove &amp;amp; drove, I really hate that car, there is a limit of how long a puppy can sit in a car without having an accident, so I started shuffling around. Unbelievably they got the message and we stopped at this green place - I flew out of the car - hurrah at last a walk. After being stuck in that car for hours... I did this HUGE puddle, never knew anyone, let alone a puppy, could have that much water inside of them, I felt much better. Right ready for my walk, I looked at them, are you coming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I knew we all had to get back in the car again. I wanted to shout, Hey, where's my puppy walk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove on, again. I'm getting tired of this. Then the family started almost shouting at me, please, please behave today. Don't do this or that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat there so confused I haven't done anything wrong today, you've held me captive in this tin can on wheels for ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stopped at last. We all got out and then we went into this different house. My family were hugging these strange people. They picked me up to meet, something about an Uncle, What's an Uncle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going into the house I sniffed around, it smelt very odd, like cleaning fluid. Not like home with our dog &amp; puppy hairs, dried up drool, chewed wet paper down the back of the radiator, you know the kind of smell that makes a house a home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a prisoner on parole, all eyes were watching me. Be careful, they kept repeating. What could I do with such an audience? We went into the living room, I could see this garden outside. Oh, it had lovely green grass and brightly colored flowers, I do so love flowers, tasty. I ran for the garden when suddenly WHAM, my puppy nose and face, followed hard by my body went slam head first into some glass doors. They all rushed to my side I was okay, just in severe shock. Why would anybody build a glass wall?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They let me into the garden but as soon as I had done another puddle they tried to keep me sitting down in the house. Impossible! Some children from this strange clean and tidy place took me for a walk, but I had to stay on the old puppy lead the whole time, what fun is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to the house I wanted to explore, I even got half way up the stairs but they saw me! No I couldn't live in a house like this BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder they said I was good, they wouldn't leave me alone for a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we arrived back to a real home, ours, I was so desperate to move. I ran straight to my garden and roared round and round the lawn in circles, so fast it made my head spin. Then a game of catch your own puppy tail.  So pleased to be home I tore up a chunk of grass to eat and found a daisy head that must have popped up overnight. Oh I love my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my puppy meal I just curled up happy to be home and went sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8855923357987576020?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8855923357987576020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8855923357987576020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8855923357987576020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8855923357987576020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-puppy.html' title='&apos;Little&apos; Puppy!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlrtnTtKhKI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uDLKldI5bgs/s72-c/P2160003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8349851877331626547</id><published>2007-05-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:47:48.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Friends'/><title type='text'>New Puppy Friends</title><content type='html'>First I have to give a huge big puppy sorry to everyone when I say that I have been told I cannot stay up writing on my blog, I've been very tired tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I have been out all day this holiday weekend and will have lots to tell you tomorrow, please return.&lt;br /&gt;But I must tell you about my new puppy friend Deuce, check out his blog at  &lt;a href="http://www.lesliehawes.com/blackdog/"&gt;http://www.lesliehawes.com/blackdog/&lt;/a&gt;   I think all puppy lovers everywhere would like to read about his antics too. He's great. Of course he is not anywhere near as crazy as me, (yet!) but I will try to teach him how to handle his humans, like I rule my house.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have to go now but I will see you all tomorrow, Remember Puppies Rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8349851877331626547?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8349851877331626547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8349851877331626547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8349851877331626547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8349851877331626547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-puppy-friends.html' title='New Puppy Friends'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7498502195511873410</id><published>2007-05-26T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:07.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Puppy'/><title type='text'>Tired Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlhH9DtKhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_2Um3LUMbL4/s1600-h/P2160001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068880494897824914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlhH9DtKhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_2Um3LUMbL4/s320/P2160001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one tired little puppy, walks are such fun but maybe sometimes I should slow down a little, you never thought you would ever hear me say that did you?&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone I've recovered, full of life now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I am a much older puppy now, I've started getting into trouble again at night time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now last night we went to the Park, great fun, it was a very warm evening and I got quite hot. When I came home I was so thirsty I needed lots and lots of water to cool me down. Plus my poor little puppy feet were hot, so I did my usual trick of tipping up the water bowl to soak my paws, I also love watching the waterfall as the water trickles down the patio steps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However the problem was I drank too much water and then I had to ask to go outside about 3 times last night. Well my puppy bladder is not very big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my family was not too impressed at being woken up so many times, but I think what really upset them was the way that, well when I go outside to puddle...I wake up! So can I help it if I want to play in the middle of the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept shouting at me, 2:15 and you want to play ball? My answer was Yes please....  I was awake, so were they, what's wrong with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We played this same game at 4:30 and 6:45, I've discovered no-one loves puppies in the middle of the night! Surely we could have played or got up at one of those times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today is a new day, I've been out on a lovely walk, came home and took a nice long puppy nap under the tree in the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wandered into the house and found everybody was very busy, I tried dropping puppy toys at people's feet, but I think I've become invisible. No one wants to play, even the big black dog is fast asleep and snoring, lazy thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way back to the garden I picked up the TV guide, never fail to spot that when they leave it on the coffee table. Why I have a fascination for chewing paper I don't know, must be a puppy thing, I never eat it, tastes yucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I hate it when no-one plays with me. This is one BORED puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to check out the bathroom, I've found a leak in there which I think is my secret, because whenever I go in, there is always this little puddle of water, I don't think they know the water pipe is leaking so I help by licking up all the water for them and leaving it nice and dry. See I can help my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the bathroom door it opens with just a little push, oh yes clear up the puddle. I turn round, my my my someone hasn't tidied their things up, clothes all over the floor. Even I know they should be in the basket. Now I try to be a good little puppy and help when ever I can, so I thought every one is very busy so I will tidy up for them. I started moving these clothes around upstairs, put them where ever I could. I had such fun finding places to put everything. Managed to squash socks under beds, a jumper in the bookcase on the landing, put a shirt behind the loo! I thought it looked very tidy. There was one slipper left, I decided that was my reward for all my hard work and went off to the garden to enjoy it and I did, I even managed to half bury it for later in my newly dug hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired now must have a nap. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, they are calling me must be dinner time, I rush to the door, Yes, they found the missing slipper, can I have it please, the look on their faces said NO!  Oops......Think it's time to retreat, they will have to catch me first, I run for the kitchen................See you tomorrow........if I'm still here!!................&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/7525196086005416185-7498502195511873410?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7498502195511873410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7498502195511873410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7498502195511873410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7498502195511873410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/tired-puppy.html' title='Tired Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlhH9DtKhJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_2Um3LUMbL4/s72-c/P2160001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7245171388779141099</id><published>2007-05-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:08.116-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fields'/><title type='text'>Fields of Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlbouztKhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/mDqS5GBNNxA/s1600-h/P2150006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068494321503339650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlbouztKhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/mDqS5GBNNxA/s320/P2150006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daisy, Daisy......" They said I would look puppy cute if I sat in the daisy field, I just have one question, does this grass stuff ever stop growing? I'm a growing puppy and every time I put on a few inches I come into the field and the grass has overtaken me again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I want to say a big puppy hi and thank you to my new friends, DEUCE and Leslie. Just as long as you thought it was the big black dog who looked funny yesterday, mind you it couldn't have been me, you couldn't see me!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to start my day on puppy walks out in the open, but I will admit it here today I get scared sometimes. I'm only little and where we live there are a lot of big silver metal birds that roar around in the sky. They make a lot of noise and as they pass over my head I always stop to watch them, convinced one day they will fall on my little head. Splat! And those flying egg whisk things as well. And we have big noisy steam train engine thingies that fly past me on a puppy walk blowing clouds of black smoke all over the place, when they blow their whistle, oh my spine shivers. But apart from that I'm not scared of  anything, I'm tough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can even prove that because today after enjoying my lovely puppy meal lunch I was in the garden when I saw this big black plastic bag.  My family doesn't usually put anything in this corner of the garden so I wondered what could be inside. Bravely I sniffed it, smelt quite interesting, I started to claw at it with my paw and soon the contents spilled onto the path. Wow, kitchen stuff. Now if there is something I really love it's discovering the leftovers from the kitchen bin. I know they usually hide it somewhere else because I can never find where it goes, but today ho ho ho. Oh dear I'm not too keen on potato skins, yucky, oh, banana, no, must be something good in here. Ah some meat pie that's more like it. I go a little deeper find a tiny morsel of sponge cake, tear the paper away, anything else? The best find of all, turkey, now we are talking, I love turkey.............   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help, some one's got my collar, I've been found out, No, being dragged back indoors. Oh and I had just got to the turkey.  Please, please let me go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've put me in the dining room, I call this place my punishment room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life was going so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the routine they will come in, give me a talking too, as if that will make any difference, but I will sit here with my best cutest puppy face, try to nod in all the right places, hug their leg. They will say not to do it again, if I could smile I would. I know they love me, I will go out to play again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suckers...........because if I can find anything to eat, chew, rob, steal, play with, I will. As I always say, Puppies Rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7245171388779141099?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7245171388779141099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7245171388779141099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7245171388779141099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7245171388779141099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/fields-of-puppy.html' title='Fields of Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlbouztKhII/AAAAAAAAAG4/mDqS5GBNNxA/s72-c/P2150006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-806419188414826502</id><published>2007-05-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:08.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlWW8jtKhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qrpONV_HJ4U/s1600-h/P2150002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068122922796352626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlWW8jtKhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qrpONV_HJ4U/s320/P2150002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Take a walk through the jungle!...................I'm not kidding...I can't see a thing,  the grass keeps going up my nose and I get puppy sneezes! Now this farmer is what I call, down right lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Mow your lawn!&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I don't live with a Chihuahua, we would never have come out of that field alive.&lt;br /&gt;Despite not seeing where I was going we had a lovely puppy walk, I kept myself beautifully clean (well boring, no puddles today!)&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home. After taking a short puppy nap, I discovered something wonderful. It was car wash day. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;And I was allowed to help, well not help wash actually, but they didn't stop me watching and trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;Why is a puppy bath so awful but splashes from the hose in the hot summer sun so funny? The soapy suds don't taste very nice though, I was only trying to help dry up the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;I only got into trouble two times, first one, I found a rag cloth thought it was just an old piece, smelt like leather and I ran off to the back garden with it for playing later. Oops they needed it to wipe the windows, well, soon washed clean again and the new hole will help to drain the water away, makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;Then of course you know how puppies love to run about and get excited sometimes, well I ran a little bit too close to the bucket of clean water and over it went. It missed my families feet by inches, that was close. I licked it up, well not quite all, but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;When we had finished and went indoors, they gave me a puppy treat and said that I behaved very well, gosh, didn't notice that coming.&lt;br /&gt;But I spoilt it after lunch someone left some biscuits out on the coffee table, well you know me, I just couldn't help myself. I had to nick one, then the next one and oh the 5 or 6 left all disappeared. Well you wouldn't put a drink in front of an alcoholic would you? So I'm only half to blame and they had finished eating.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should go to Puppies Anonymous instead of training school, which they say starts just over a week away, Help.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I've been very very good today and with the sun warming me up I think I'll go outside and enjoy a little puppy nap in my favorite corner, see you tomorrow........Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-806419188414826502?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/806419188414826502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=806419188414826502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/806419188414826502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/806419188414826502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-summer-fun.html' title='Puppy Summer Fun'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlWW8jtKhHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qrpONV_HJ4U/s72-c/P2150002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1974709343347908850</id><published>2007-05-23T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:08.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlRX3TtKhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Rl0xzioIvbg/s1600-h/P2140002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067772088392778850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlRX3TtKhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Rl0xzioIvbg/s320/P2140002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Life is like a box of".........Winalot Shapes, you never know which one you are going to get.......so eat the lot!!  My Motto for all Puppies!&lt;br /&gt;Hi everyone, super puppy here, why does it always seem my puppy walks and my pictures are of muddy me? Yes had lots of fun this morning, they thought we were walking where every puddle had dried up but no, super big black dog found us a nice mud-filled hole.&lt;br /&gt;When they saw me, I put on my I'll run through the long damp grass, it will clean off. Well most of it did!&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we had to sit in the car while they ran into the shop. Now we have this car where the big black dog &amp; little puppy me sit in the back, then if they go shopping the bags go on the back seat. Very handy just below my nose. I always check the bags out when they load the car and always they say don't touch. What on earth does that mean to me, absolutely NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;All this time I have checked the shopping never found anything except tins, cans and boxes, today I think it was lucky puppy day.&lt;br /&gt;We set off from the supermarket and called in for petrol, I never understand that, they always say, got to buy some petrol. They stick this pipe into the side of the car, I always check it out, nothing ever comes into the car. They go to pay, but have no shopping, what on earth do they think they are buying?&lt;br /&gt;However today as soon as they disappeared my nose was back to the shopping bag, I could smell something. Wow. Puppy teeth soon found a way through the simple plastic box, inside heaven. Sugar, Jammy/Jelly stuff, round doughy ring things, delicious. I couldn't help myself I just pigged the lot. The big black dog just sat there, although her face said, I'd like one, she threw me this look that said, there will be trouble idiot puppy. She always calls me that. Twit!&lt;br /&gt;But they came back to the car, didn't notice a thing and we drove home, I looked at the big black dog and in my puppy way I smiled smugly!&lt;br /&gt;Home, went into the garden with my after walk puppy biscuits, tummy feeling quite nicely full. I thought time for a puppy nap. Wrong. My name again, scream from the house, oops they found the shopping bags. Always they assume it was me, could have been the man at the petrol station next to us, he could have put his hand through the window they leave open for us, he could have nicked them, well okay he didn't, but he could have. They just always blame me, if only I could present my case in court. I know I know,you're saying how does a little puppy know such things, well I have been watching these court drama's on TV, you pick up things you know. I'm always guilty until proven guilty er!&lt;br /&gt;They said no lunch for me, No way, I'm hungry.......... I'm hungry.............I'm hungry.............I'm hungry...........&lt;br /&gt;I go into the kitchen hope they have cooled down a little, give them my best puppy face, gently rub against their legs and sit appealingly. Yes it worked, lunch time. Yippee. They love me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to be good this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice lunch, then things went wrong again, went outside for a drink of water, sometimes I just can't help myself. Trouble just follows this little puppy around, I needed a bigger drink and when I feel like that I sort of tip over the water bowl. Water all over the patio stones, before they see it I try so hard to clean up all the spillage, bother got caught!&lt;br /&gt;Oh they hate me, I know they love me, no they hate me, they love me, no they hate me. I'm so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tomorrow I can be good.&lt;br /&gt;See you then............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1974709343347908850?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1974709343347908850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1974709343347908850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1974709343347908850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1974709343347908850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-fun.html' title='Puppy fun'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlRX3TtKhGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Rl0xzioIvbg/s72-c/P2140002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2264153360219026250</id><published>2007-05-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:08.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy garden games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlMFEztKhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NXqbmeXgNEA/s1600-h/P2090002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067399585879196754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlMFEztKhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NXqbmeXgNEA/s320/P2090002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everyone your super puppy here, this is me playing my favorite game, biting the big black dogs leg, I think she is having a very happy time don't you? She must love playing like this because she never tells me off!&lt;br /&gt;Not like my family - I got into trouble again today, it started at breakfast time. I think they just forget sometimes that I'm a growing puppy and one of them left some toast on a plate, guess what all I had to do was jump just a little bit and I was off to the garden to enjoy my find. Ha ha, they never saw me coming, problem was they saw me going but never caught me, gobbled that very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;They were laughing though, must have known it was their fault!!&lt;br /&gt;We went on our puppy walk, the sun was shining, the grass was higher than me, but would you believe it they kept me well away from the muddy puddles, cheek!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I did run and I got hot, back at the car they gave me some water, I know I drank too fast. As we set off, I knew I had drunk too fast, combined with the grass I had been eating, it all came out again. Nobody was very amused.&lt;br /&gt;Back home they put me in the garden, they always do that, I'm not going to be bad again, that's history. Onto the next game. I've been working on this hole in the garden fence, it's getting bigger, not big enough for this puppy yet. I got bored so went over to put in some more work on the hole I'm digging in the grass. That is getting bigger I'm down to some moist mud now, comes up quite well when you use your paws.&lt;br /&gt;I took a nice puppy nap curled up in the sun next to the shed, always a favorite place. Then I heard him, that darn cat from next door, he had the nerve to jump onto the top of our shed roof. He knows I'm only a little puppy and as much as I tried to jump higherI still couldn't reach him and he knew it. He kept teasing me by putting his paw down almost close enough for me to touch him but just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew he jumped down and tore across MY garden, I took off determined to catch him. There we went 90 miles an hour across the lawn, cat and puppy almost neck and neck, tearing up the path and down towards the back gate, I almost got him, then and I still don't know how he did it, he took off vertically and just climbed up the fence, wish I could do that but I can't and I didn't. No what did I do, I couldn't stop in time and I slammed head first into the fence, luckily just a little way down from where I am working on my hole. Thank goodness because this had weakened the fence and it gave way instead of knocking me out.&lt;br /&gt;My family on hearing the commotion and the cat's stupid wailing, came running, just in time to see my crash. At first they were quite concerned for me, saying poor little puppy, well until they saw I was perfectly okay, and then saw the broken fence, oops again.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest my afternoon was quite quiet, I thought I had better lie low, they had to go out and buy another fence, which they had to put up quickly as both of us could  have got out easily, oh life never goes the way you want it to, does it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here they come, quick my puppy face, I'm sorry, please love me I am so cute! They stroked my head. YES they still love me. See you tomorrow..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2264153360219026250?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2264153360219026250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2264153360219026250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2264153360219026250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2264153360219026250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-garden-games.html' title='Puppy garden games'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlMFEztKhFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/NXqbmeXgNEA/s72-c/P2090002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8367798278388534488</id><published>2007-05-21T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:08.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies Mud'/><title type='text'>Puppies Favorite - Mud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlGqEjtKhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vHx0WLZyuzE/s1600-h/P2100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067018051049391170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlGqEjtKhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vHx0WLZyuzE/s320/P2100001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the blur, I moved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be every puppies dream, wallowing in mud, it rained last night so I had a lovely morning puppy walk. My family wasn't too keen, when we got back to the car they put a sheet around me to lift me in but apparently the wet liquid still seeped through. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I tried hard not to eat the car today, well they keep shouting at me as they drive along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that talking on the phone while driving is banned, believe me so should shouting at puppies as you drive along!  And it's always so hard to take a puppy nap when they keep going on about something or other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the problem with everything wonderful is that there is always a downside - we got home, they let me into the garden and then gave me a BATH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say it's a dog shampoo but I'm sure it's for smelly ladies, I pong now! No respecting puppy friend is going to want to sniff me, just hope and pray this stink has gone by the morning, I'm not going out smelling like old ladies flowers tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had visitors to the house today, must have been important or horrible people because for some reason they didn't want me around and put me in the dining room. Now of all the boring rooms in the house, this one tops the list. After yesterday's paint fiasco the room is quite empty, few sheets around, no white sticky paint today! I sniffed all the walls, nothing interesting there, so decided to take a puppy nap on the sheets, gotta sit somewhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They left me for a while, I can only sleep for so long. When I woke I scratched at the door but nobody came to let me out, hey I need the garden, I barked, but no-one came. Now don't blame me but I got a little desperate, like all puppies can when left alone, I had no choice but to dampen one of the sheets just a little, well a small lot actually!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling bored I found I could put my paws up on the window sill and look out of the window, only problem nothing to see, just the drive and a couple of cars, Great! I turned round and saw the old fireplace, usually there's a barrier/guard thing in front, but it was open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked inside the base, I don't know what this old thing was ever used for, my family seems to just use it for putting pictures on the top. It's a bit smelly, but still better than my flowery puppy stink! I tried to turn round in there but the hole is quite small, so I had to wriggle to get free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is really exciting me today, strange how days can be so wonderful when you go out and then you never know what to do with the rest of your time, I decided to rest a while and sat down. I looked at my puppy paw, then looked again, why is it black? Trying to turn my head I think a little bit of my back is black too. Can't have rubbed off the big black dog she's not in here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard the visitor leave and jumped up, there was a gasp as they opened the door for me. From what they said I looked quite a sight, half covered in old soot, what's soot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This just isn't my day, I had a second BATH.  No  No  No  it can't be happening to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I promise I have to go back to the mud, no I don't want another Bath, I just want to get rid of this smell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/7525196086005416185-8367798278388534488?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8367798278388534488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8367798278388534488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8367798278388534488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8367798278388534488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppies-favorite-mud.html' title='Puppies Favorite - Mud'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlGqEjtKhEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vHx0WLZyuzE/s72-c/P2100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7325040240421310553</id><published>2007-05-20T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:09.112-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deer'/><title type='text'>Puppy with wildlife on walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlBlXTtKhDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R447Pd8arlY/s1600-h/P2110004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066661031892911154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlBlXTtKhDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R447Pd8arlY/s320/P2110004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody, Super well behaved puppy here.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have good eyesight &amp; not like me! This photo should be enlarged - The brown splodge behind me on the path is, they tell me, a deer. Well I never saw it, perhaps the farmer should mow his lawn, the grass is getting just a little bit too big for a little puppy like me to see anything.&lt;br /&gt;We have the deer in other photo's but now I'm in trouble for not being in any of them, told you before I just can't win!&lt;br /&gt;But we had a lovely puppy walk over the fields and far away, I was born to run, my problem now is the stream has nearly dried up, where will I get my daily dip?&lt;br /&gt;Off home and I just took a wonderful puppy nap in the garden, lazing in the sun, what a great life! I'm even feeling too lethargic to chew, bite, chase, steal, eat, do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! wake up, you are letting the side down, what would other puppies say. Puppies Rule. What was I thinking, time for action!&lt;br /&gt;I trotted off to the house, what are they doing? There's a very strange smell coming from the dining room. That surely can't be food, Yuk! Everything is covered with white sheets, I take a peep under the table, it's like a little puppies tent, looks fun. Oh they saw me, I have to get out. It looks like someone stole the stairs and put them in here, but I don't think I can climb those steps, my puppy feet will fall through the gaps.&lt;br /&gt;There's this large tray with some white liquid stuff in it, looks like milk, I sniff. I don't like milk but this doesn't smell like milk, I'll just take a little sip. Aargh!! Not nice. Why is everybody now shouting and laughing at me at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Something about paint, what's paint? Oh stop trying to clean me, always you are trying to keep me clean. I'm a puppy dog I'm supposed to get dirty sometimes. Then I made the classic big mistake I took a step backwards away from their towel, my foot went into the tray, up went the end and the white stuff spilled out.&lt;br /&gt;How many times in a day can they shout my name, but it was their fault. Now they are using some very smelly stuff to get my foot clean. I am not a happy puppy.&lt;br /&gt;I stink, I go off to the garden, perhaps if I roll in a flower bed, some dirt with get rid of the smell. It didn't and all it did was made one leg dark brown, oh this day just gets worse and worse and it all started so well.&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the house, this time the dining room was closed, well why didn't they do that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;No-one in the lounge, think I'll take a little puppy nap on the couch, far more comfortable than the garden, must soon be dinner time I'll dream of that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite tired after my day, I'll see you tomorrow Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7325040240421310553?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7325040240421310553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7325040240421310553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7325040240421310553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7325040240421310553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-with-wildlife-on-walk.html' title='Puppy with wildlife on walk'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RlBlXTtKhDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/R447Pd8arlY/s72-c/P2110004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4811352200723646301</id><published>2007-05-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:09.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy playing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walks'/><title type='text'>Puppy playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk8VOTtKhCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sHJkEnLLbvo/s1600-h/P2100002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066291441367155746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk8VOTtKhCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sHJkEnLLbvo/s320/P2100002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see from this picture I have to put up with a lot from the big black dog, well okay maybe I did actually steal her stick first, but aren't your older family members supposed to help us little one's?&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice puppy walk today, except I should apologise here for jumping up the nice lady we meet sometimes, I feel guilty for the dirty puppy paws marks I left on her. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time today I didn't obey my family when I ran over to meet a new friend, a 5 month old German Shepherd, he looked cool, but wouldn't play. They say school starts in 2 weeks, how is that going to help. I'm scared of school!&lt;br /&gt;We have had some rain and I found the muddy puddles, oops!&lt;br /&gt;I was watched constantly in the back of the car, the hole I made is still there, looks okay I thought.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we all worked in the garden, I helped. I only tried to chew the handles of the shears when they were cutting the grass edging, would I chew on the blades, silly people of course not, what's a blade, does it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;It was great after they cut the grass because then you could roll about and your puppy coat got covered in grass cuttings, I ran indoors to shake them off! I like going into the shed best, so many interesting items to sniff, I clawed at one bag and this black dirt stuff poured out, it's still there so they haven't seen it yet!&lt;br /&gt;However they found my secret watering hole, I had this flower pot that would fill up with rain, very nice to drink. But the funny part is that later in the evening they have been removing our water bowl, something about didn't want the little puppy, me, to drink very much at night time so I wouldn't puddle all night, but I have been going out there, I'm okay I have my water on hand. Well I get thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;I was in trouble last night I got them up 3 times, the last trip was their fault, fancy trying to have a lie in with me around! Cheek I'm always ready to get up about 5:30, so I'm told. Sun's up I'm awake, why waste the day? So much for a young growing puppy to do.&lt;br /&gt;Well I will have to make it shorter today, apparently we are going off to the park now, yippee, I hope those ducks are on the pond again. I never know which walk is best, the forest in the morning or the park later, no the morning walk is always longer, that's best, but then the park is followed by dinner, oh I'm hungry already, but the forest is followed by lunch, oh I'm confused!&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4811352200723646301?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4811352200723646301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4811352200723646301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4811352200723646301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4811352200723646301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-playing.html' title='Puppy playing'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk8VOTtKhCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sHJkEnLLbvo/s72-c/P2100002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-9108609844169087028</id><published>2007-05-18T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:09.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy games'/><title type='text'>Puppy Tennis Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk218DtKhBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nEKqcVY6seo/s1600-h/P2090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065905199253193746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk218DtKhBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nEKqcVY6seo/s320/P2090001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think I could be the next Puppy Wimbledon Champion, jumping the net could be a little tricky though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After yesterday when I was quite the perfect puppy and I wondered what I could do today to ease the boredom of being so good - I didn't have to go looking for trouble it kind of ...well...found me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this morning after breakfast I went wandering round upstairs, okay I know I'm not allowed up there on my own but the stair gate was open, so that means welcome, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I popped my head around various doors, spotted a room with all the bed sheets on the floor, looks comfortable I thought, time for a puppy nap. So I settled in and had a snooze, I don't know which was worse, knowing I shouldn't be sleeping there or the fact that nobody missed me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up and no-one was calling me, huh! You know how it is when you sleep you kinda pull all the sheets around you to get comfortable, well I moved to get up and somehow the sheet just caught on my foot. My foot sort of went through a hole and the more I wriggled the more I got caught, so I tried to get free and wriggled some more and the hole got kinda bigger! I circled around a bit and managed somehow to break free, I ran out of there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come when I was up there fast asleep in my puppy nap no-one missed me, yet the minute I'm in the garden they yell my name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They found the sheet, oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell me off and wave the sheet in front of me, I give my, oh I won't do it again, puppy face and things seem to be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They must still love me because we all went out for our usual walk, guess what they let me off the lead again today, yippee. Then afterwards they sometimes leave me in the car while they go into the shop. I don't mind I have things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today though they have found what is it I do do when they are shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the back of the car, every part is covered by this carpet stuff, well I found that underneath there is a kind of yellow stuffing material and you can pull it out. I find as a bored puppy it passes the time of day. But I've got the feeling I've done something really wrong, this time they seem quite angry. Oh dear, it's only a car, not the house or garden this time, why is the car more important than the house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no, I've been bad again. Better stay in the garden for a while, wait until they get over it, then I'll go and give them my puppy face look that says I love you.&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/7525196086005416185-9108609844169087028?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9108609844169087028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=9108609844169087028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/9108609844169087028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/9108609844169087028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-tennis-game.html' title='Puppy Tennis Game'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rk218DtKhBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nEKqcVY6seo/s72-c/P2090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-591307663786926838</id><published>2007-05-17T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:09.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Good Puppy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkxx8DtKhAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-UNDlI46Em0/s1600-h/P4140236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065548957485794306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkxx8DtKhAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-UNDlI46Em0/s320/P4140236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see I am still back on the puppy lead, great, at least the sun was shining today. They say I have to learn how to behave around other people, huh, help, all too much these lessons. I need to run.&lt;br /&gt;But I have strange news for you, I haven't done anything wrong all day.&lt;br /&gt;My family just gave me a treat and told me what a good puppydog I am. Wow. Gosh. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I'm growing up if I didn't even realise I was being good?&lt;br /&gt;I had two puppy walks this morning maybe that was the plan, tire me out!&lt;br /&gt;We went out as usual and then one of my family actually said they wanted some exercise so they took me to the local park.&lt;br /&gt;So yes I have been taking a few puppy naps.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I got into trouble last night, I'm getting bigger and I can just reach the tops in the kitchen if anything is left on the edge. Well I jumped up and down fell this packet of crisps, they were nice.&lt;br /&gt;But today, mailman came early, lost out there. Everybody watching their breakfast too much, not a look in. Nothing left out, no magazines, nothing to 'nick'. No shoes around, no socks. This house is beginning to get quite boring, they have got too much time on their hands. If they really think they can stay one step ahead of this 'super puppy' every day, well I'd like to see them try. I haven't even seen that stupid cat from next door since the other day, well he got the message.&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered no-one appears to have seen the hole I'm working on in the garden, when I first started and it looked quite impressive I thought, gonna be in trouble now, but not yet and its getting deeper!&lt;br /&gt;I met some children from the neighborhood today, they came into the garden to play, that helps to keep me busy too.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I've had a very nice day and I've been so good, it's boring really, wonder what I can do tomorrow see you then..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-591307663786926838?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/591307663786926838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=591307663786926838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/591307663786926838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/591307663786926838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-puppy-day.html' title='Good Puppy Day'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkxx8DtKhAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/-UNDlI46Em0/s72-c/P4140236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5633115843155409279</id><published>2007-05-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:10.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy lead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy on a lead - again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RksflDtKg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/adNbXMnzcpE/s1600-h/P4140239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065176927418614770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RksflDtKg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/adNbXMnzcpE/s320/P4140239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone please help me I'm back on this puppy lead again!&lt;br /&gt;We went out for a walk and can I help it, I like people and people like me. I've learnt that puppies are very popular. So I try to talk to people, but I'm only a little puppy so I have to make myself big and that means I jump up.&lt;br /&gt;Oops I'm back on the puppy lead again.&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson to learn here is that yes people like puppies, but only to smile at and maybe a gentle pat on the head. Certainly not jumped on, leaving muddy paw prints on their coats!&lt;br /&gt;Silly people. I'm just trying to be friendly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through this funny puppy stage where everybody else is silly or stupid! I'm perfect of course.                                                                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;It just seems to me that whatever I do I'm in a no-win situation: I have to stop it, drop it, leave it, put it down, get down, lay down, sit up, get up, give it up, shut up, go outside, come inside, don't do this or don't do that and the best one of all 'can't you go to sleep for a while?'&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do a few things that perhaps I shouldn't, but I watch the big black dog and she's boring, no life in her at all. Now we puppies have a rule, life is for today, growing up is for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I heard school is looming..........help.........be nice to make friends, other puppies just like me, no. No way. There just couldn't be any other puppies like me, I'm unique, like a cabbage patch kid, one of a kind. Now having said cabbage patch kids, they live upstairs and apparently if I ever touch one my next home is in heaven. Where's that, near London?&lt;br /&gt;If I want to be free on my walk in the morning I'm going to try and be really really good for the rest of the day..HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's a magazine I haven't seen before, perhaps just a little read outside. Just to keep me out of the house for a while, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you tomorrow........lol..... been told that's means. lots of licks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5633115843155409279?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5633115843155409279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5633115843155409279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5633115843155409279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5633115843155409279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-on-lead-again.html' title='Puppy on a lead - again'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RksflDtKg_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/adNbXMnzcpE/s72-c/P4140239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5844575114055906828</id><published>2007-05-15T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:10.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy cat fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies fighting'/><title type='text'>Puppy in a cat fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RknFOKHPT_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3CNSloJhGwE/s1600-h/P2030003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064796102978392050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RknFOKHPT_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3CNSloJhGwE/s320/P2030003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy am I really the worst puppy in the neighborhood today?&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got into terrible trouble!&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started soon after breakfast and I wandered off outside to check the grounds for intruders, I am chief guard puppy after all - it's my job. This is my house and I have to defend it, keep my garden safe from unwanted visitors. There's a big black bird who comes down every morning and pecks at my grass, well I soon see him off.&lt;br /&gt;So there I was on patrol, Chief Inspector Puppydog, sniffing out any unwantables! &lt;br /&gt;When suddenly the big fat cat from next door crossed our garden path, horror, I ran as fast as my little puppy paws could go, I almost caught him.&lt;br /&gt;But then he swerved, cheek, he darted behind the garden shed, if he can get through then so can I. I began to squeeze through to follow when suddenly he lets out this 'hiss' noise, displays all his teeth, they look sharp and swipes a paw at me with these very sharp claws out. I backed away.&lt;br /&gt;He sat behind the shed, I sat looking at him, not one of us moving. A mind game of brilliant puppy v. stupid cat. Who would win, who moved first loses, so I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;I began to get a little tired, this game got boring, he had a lot of stamina, for once I gave up. What was best sitting watching some stupid cat or playing ball games or chasing my puppy tail on the grass, so I decided I had more intelligence and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the wailing started, what have I done now I thought, looking to the house. But the noise was coming from the shed, it was that stupid cat.&lt;br /&gt;My family came running, with all that noise I thought any minute now the police and fire service will arrive. Our neighbor heard the noise (who didn't!) she came out into her garden. I just stood watching as they all descended on the shed. Why are they looking at me?  I didn't tell him to run up there.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the big FAT cat had got stuck!! ha ha, no I mean poor thing. Well he shouldn't be so fat, exercise would help.&lt;br /&gt;I sat, I watched, I listened, they couldn't make him budge. He was stuck! I thought leave him there, miss a couple of meals he'll slim down and walk out. No, the man from next door came round, I stayed out of his way. He doesn't like puppies! Unbelievable, they took part of the fence down to get him out, decided easier than dismantling the shed. Huh, only a cat! Would they do that for a little puppy like me?&lt;br /&gt;So, down comes fence, out comes cat, he took one look at me, hissed and jumped the other fence to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody is looking at me, why do they always assume it was my fault. I blame the cat, shouldn't have been trespassing. You have been warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5844575114055906828?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5844575114055906828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5844575114055906828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5844575114055906828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5844575114055906828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-in-cat-fight.html' title='Puppy in a cat fight'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RknFOKHPT_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/3CNSloJhGwE/s72-c/P2030003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-927657162613487457</id><published>2007-05-14T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:10.294-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><title type='text'>Puppy home to trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkh7z6HPT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L0Kt7RHYjss/s1600-h/P2040003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064433912681287650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkh7z6HPT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L0Kt7RHYjss/s320/P2040003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Well 2 blogs in one day, I am a great little puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my usual puppy diary page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So home from the holidays, oops and didn't take long for me to cause some usual puppy problem (I say problem, they say trouble) (actually I say game!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning they kept me waiting for my walk and well, I got bored. We only went away for a couple of nights so why all the panic about doing the washing. What's so special about washing! There I was taking a puppy nap and minding my own business in the kitchen when I discovered a huge pile of clothes, naturally I thought we were off to the charity shop to give some pieces away. So did it matter if I ran off to the garden with some socks, I don't think so. There was also a pair of.... well something puppies don't talk about...so I left it on the grass.....private things, I don't chew those! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like socks, I have a thing for feet. One of my favorite games is chewing slippers when the feet are still inside, gives the slipper a little bit more substance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a nice game but the rain returned, trotted off indoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh we were so lucky another wet walk, I'm beginning to smell, a really damp puppy smell, not nice, even for me to say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So day was going well, took a puppy nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shriek, scream from kitchen, what now I thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appears the clothes I found were a washing load, oops now finished and I think they have lost something or two or three or maybe even four, well a few bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How come the first place they look is in the garden? I gather the family was not too impressed to see one of their delicate items laid out on the grass for any nosy neighbor to espy over the fence, oops! Further investigation into my favorite puppy hiding place, lead them to the socks, a little holey now, oops again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what did they say, how come I was so good on holiday? What's that got to do with it, they didn't do any washing on holiday! I can't win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh it's back home to usual routine, head down in the , oh, I'm such a naughty puppy, I'm so sorry and the cute puppy face look. Always works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-927657162613487457?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/927657162613487457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=927657162613487457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/927657162613487457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/927657162613487457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-home-to-trouble.html' title='Puppy home to trouble'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkh7z6HPT-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/L0Kt7RHYjss/s72-c/P2040003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3979828308723276274</id><published>2007-05-14T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:10.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy holiday'/><title type='text'>Puppy holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkgj4KHPT9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NrVpIyzFtVQ/s1600-h/P2040002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064337228672487378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkgj4KHPT9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NrVpIyzFtVQ/s320/P2040002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sorry I missed my puppy blog yesterday, I was sleeping, here I was taking a puppy nap and they woke me for a picture!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no excuse except to tell you I went on a HOLIDAY. It was such fun a whole weekend at the sea-side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have had photo's from the beach except to say that it rained all the time!! Never mind for a little puppy it was really great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never seen so much water in all my life and there was a lot of water in the sea as well!  I think the sea is quite a coward, it came to get me then as soon as I barked at the water, it just ran away again. I got tired though because this game went on and on and on. This getting wet seems to be happening a lot now, I think I like it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran all over the beach, but those hard stones make it difficult on my little soft puppy paws. I even met a crab, stupid thing must have been drunk, he couldn't even walk straight! I didn't like the way he was snapping at me, so I barked at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family must be crazy, it was pouring with rain and there we were sitting in the car eating ice cream, I like ice cream, dribbles down your paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand why I can try to chase the birds at the beach but have to go on the puppy lead when there are ducks around? They fly too! Those big white long necked ducky things, oh they scare me, not going to chase them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in a house that had rabbits in the garden, wonderful, but I never caught one! Had great fun trying though and it did make everybody laugh so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from digging a hole in our friends garden, I was quite well behaved they said. I had so much to do I was just so puppy tired out all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now it's back to usual life, wonder what  I can do next?  Stay posted..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3979828308723276274?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3979828308723276274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3979828308723276274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3979828308723276274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3979828308723276274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-holiday.html' title='Puppy holiday'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rkgj4KHPT9I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NrVpIyzFtVQ/s72-c/P2040002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3759043702832712109</id><published>2007-05-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:45:57.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><title type='text'>Busy Puppy Weekend</title><content type='html'>I wanted to just check in with you all to report that everything is fine, no I haven't been sent off to Puppy Prison or anything!!&lt;br /&gt;(Although I hear school is like that)&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really busy day, I'm puppydog tired and I will tell you all about it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bet you can't wait, see you then, I send you lots of love.....&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3759043702832712109?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3759043702832712109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3759043702832712109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3759043702832712109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3759043702832712109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy-puppy-weekend.html' title='Busy Puppy Weekend'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3794295697901286894</id><published>2007-05-11T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:10.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>In and out of trouble puppy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkSOBKHPT8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKGsGlIt0-8/s1600-h/P2030004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063328031617011650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkSOBKHPT8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKGsGlIt0-8/s320/P2030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today has been just one of those days, know what I mean? For a puppy like me, one minute I'm in trouble, next I'm cute I'm told, next minute trouble again. Oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I have cost a lot of money this week, something about my eating some bank notes the other day, I can't remember everything I do!&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning all I was doing was having a nice little relaxing puppy nap on the front doormat, when wham, the mailman drops pieces of paper on my head. The family were upstairs, I'm not allowed up there this week, so can I help it if I started to chew on the paper. Okay so I didn't just chew, I had quite a game. Shaking them around and eating a bit, left the plastic one's though.&lt;br /&gt;Went off for a drink, paper eating makes you thirsty and my puppy teeth felt all gummy! As always I heard the usual shriek, don't really take much notice these days, just the humans having a crisis over something! Next thing I know they are waving these pieces of paper in front of me, yes I thought you can play with them now, I've finished with them! They start shouting about a check, what's a check? Must mean something, looks likes I'm in trouble again, I go back to the garden and sit quietly.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have been too naughty because they took me on a walk and I behaved myself they said, quite the good puppy today.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back they took my photo and said I was cute. So I must be good after all! Walking makes me tired so I made everybody happy and had a very nice long nap.&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a lot this week and the door to the garden isn't always open for me, oh dear I got desperate, what's a puppy to do. But I was stupid though because I had to do something and then I went and did a puddle on my blanket, why did I do it there?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got caught and told off, big time. Said I should ask to go outside, it's wet and cold out there, they don't have to go outside, why should puppies?&lt;br /&gt;But they sent me out there and threw away my blanket, oh silly me. Got to sit on some horrible old sheet now.&lt;br /&gt;But why is life so up and down? Like a tennis ball I bounce from good to bad and back again. Oh where is my tennis ball, I need to play, must go, sun's come out, need to run outside........Oh I think I DO need to run outside.........gotta go..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3794295697901286894?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3794295697901286894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3794295697901286894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3794295697901286894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3794295697901286894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-and-out-of-trouble-puppy-day.html' title='In and out of trouble puppy day'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkSOBKHPT8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKGsGlIt0-8/s72-c/P2030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1226802645858634188</id><published>2007-05-10T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.024-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Teaching Puppy New Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkMlF6HPT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ma6Tb_-knqw/s1600-h/P2010006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062931189523763122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkMlF6HPT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ma6Tb_-knqw/s320/P2010006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh what fun!&lt;br /&gt;The house was about to throw out this box but then the big black dog showed me how to destroy things. Just what a little puppy needs to know. You have to learn from your elders, I've never seen such destruction, how can I use this knowledge and when will I get those wonderful big teeth.&lt;br /&gt;It was raining on our walk this morning, damp puppy time! I need a coat. Didn't mind the wet drops too much but it's when you run through the long grass and if you're only little all the wet leaves go everywhere, my tummy's wet and other parts, not nice! All the sticks are soft and chewy, I like them crisp, although not keen when I get bits between my teeth!&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got home I was held until I had the towel treatment first. How long does this rainy time last and where has the sun gone?&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for a puppy to play in the garden because everything is damp and wet and I get cold, so I came indoors. But it just seems as though everyone is watching me today, what do they think I am going to do? I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch they got the hoover out, I really hate that monster. One day when it's not looking I'm going to get it, have to attack from behind mind you because it always sees me coming and always gives me this horrible look. I can hear it saying "I eat Puppies and I'm going to eat you" so I usually run past very very fast. It hasn't got me yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh No, now they are going to wash the floors, what's the point? It's already wet outside and they want to make it wet inside, stupid. It's totally crazy because they expect me to sit on my blanket till the floor's dry and we all know how long I can sit still for......2 seconds that's it gotta move, gotta run..............arghhhhhhhh....always happens my puppy paws just slip all the way across the floor. Actually it's quite funny, think I'll do it again!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, oh they made a pile of door mats, just have a little chew on one.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get very far with that, oh I don't like today, I need my space, it's like living in a bubble, I can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit and watch them, people are so strange the things they do. Now they are taking down everything they have on display, all of it out of puppy reach, (so far), they give it a hug with a yellow cloth and put it back. What a total waste of time and energy, we could be playing indoor football or something!&lt;br /&gt;Oh being stuck in the house what can I do? Tried to go upstairs, they caught me.&lt;br /&gt;I sit again, what's this a puppy treat, for me? What's the catch, not medicine or something is it? They said I was being so very good today, I can have a reward. Oh! &lt;br /&gt;Well that's gone, so if you're good you just might get a reward that lasts say 3 seconds and that's it. Life's too short for that give me puppy trouble any day. Sun please come out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1226802645858634188?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1226802645858634188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1226802645858634188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1226802645858634188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1226802645858634188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/teaching-puppy-new-tricks.html' title='Teaching Puppy New Tricks'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkMlF6HPT7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ma6Tb_-knqw/s72-c/P2010006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5187179119212118434</id><published>2007-05-09T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Muddy Puppy Returns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkHo2KHPT6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tYY9UT5n7gY/s1600-h/mudd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062583473266446242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkHo2KHPT6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tYY9UT5n7gY/s320/mudd.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, I did it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The muddy puppy returns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just couldn't help myself, this morning we went out and after the rain in the night these wonderful puddles have refilled, it's great. I love the feeling you get when your feet can go squelch, squelch. They tend to smell a bit 'iffy' but I can live with that. Isn't it what a puppies life is all about, exploring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I behaved in the car today, yesterday I had an emergency 'poop' oh dear, trouble again. But up until then I've been a good puppy (not counting the mud!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I let the side down again when we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have these awful towels for cleaning puppies feet with, yuk! Don't like that job. So they were cleaning the big black dog first and I saw my opportunity, only problem was I went straight upstairs. Now one of the bedrooms has this pink carpet and the door was open, all I did was pop my head round the door to see if anyone was in there, well there wasn't and I left that room. Took a look elsewhere, no one around, just like the good little puppy I am, I trotted back downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh forgot, they're cleaning us up. Don't know why the big black dog stands for it, so degrading! I am almost an adult puppy now and fully capable of licking myself clean...if I wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They caught me, at least I didn't have to have a bath, that's really bad and really smelly. After my biscuits I took a nice long nap. Well I was going to but I got disturbed, shrieks from upstairs, I don't understand how you leave footprints, nothing left me, but it seems there are some muddy marks on the carpets. Did I really do that? Wow, that's impressive. You can just walk about and people know where you are...Hmmm...interesting. Must try that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they came down the stairs I got the usual, 'You're in big trouble now' face. I lowered my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is sometimes I get into trouble for doing wrong but at least I know what I've done and remember having a good time. Today I'm trouble and all I did was walk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh life just doesn't seem fair sometimes, does it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if it rains tonight, I get into trouble tomorrow do I? I don't get it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5187179119212118434?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5187179119212118434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5187179119212118434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5187179119212118434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5187179119212118434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/muddy-puppy-returns.html' title='Muddy Puppy Returns'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkHo2KHPT6I/AAAAAAAAAFA/tYY9UT5n7gY/s72-c/mudd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-636545198625499618</id><published>2007-05-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.314-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>Puppy Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkCQyqHPT5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/veU4ll-gH08/s1600-h/140407_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062205181136949138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkCQyqHPT5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/veU4ll-gH08/s320/140407_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A plea from a over-lovable puppy!&lt;br /&gt;Help me please, I have been sentenced to a crime I did commit but the punishment is too severe...&lt;br /&gt;This morning as we were about to go for our puppy walk, I saw our neighbour. Now I like him and he likes me. So why did I get into trouble for going to say hello? I will just say that there isn't a road outside our house, just a rural driveway only leads to our 4 houses, so I wasn't in any danger, but I think I got into trouble because they were calling me back and I didn't go. Problem #1&lt;br /&gt; We started out on our walk and we met some people, I am a very friendly, lovable, approachable, sweet &amp; cute puppy (that's what people say!) so naturally I want to talk to everybody I meet. Can I help it if people are too tall and I have to jump up to talk to them? But this morning we met this lady who was not very nice, she liked me at first, then as I jumped up she screamed at me and told me off for being a naughty puppy. Problem #2&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her and on we went, we then met a friendly person who had three dogs, that was fun as we all played together. Then Problem #3 started, I wanted to play some more and I ran back to find them totally ignoring my family calling out my name. I know, I know, I heard them, but I just wanted to play a little bit more and I couldn't find them anywhere, meanwhile my family were shouting for me and I did then turn and go back, but it was too late. They had that dreaded puppy lead out. No, they grabbed my collar, told me off and then tied me up. How can I run now?&lt;br /&gt;So there I was walking on the extended lead, they are really only for little puppies, good job none of my friends saw me they would have laughed.&lt;br /&gt;I keep being told I will learn how to behave when I go to school, I'm dreading this school business.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home, I sat in my puppy dog bed to eat my biscuits, I couldn't sleep I felt so unhappy. I'm not tired because I didn't have a proper walk and now I am so worried. How long will I have to walk on that awful lead? Oh I want to be so good.  Help me please...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-636545198625499618?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/636545198625499618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=636545198625499618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/636545198625499618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/636545198625499618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-walking_08.html' title='Puppy Walking'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RkCQyqHPT5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/veU4ll-gH08/s72-c/140407_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8776585292427313894</id><published>2007-05-07T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><title type='text'>Hungry Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj-Hf6HPT4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/p2c7OusMkXM/s1600-h/P1300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061913488433041282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj-Hf6HPT4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/p2c7OusMkXM/s320/P1300001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like the picture?&lt;br /&gt;Did I fool you, I was such a hungry puppy!&lt;br /&gt;I love to fool people when they come to the house, I leave the bread stick on the floor and several people think it is real, then I pick it up and they believe I have stolen the bread. Ha Ha only my toy.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody in my house had the day off today, something about a bank holiday, what's a bank? But it put everyone in a good mood, they didn't even tell me off that much when I managed to steal and make off with a piece of toast this morning!&lt;br /&gt;They just laughed and called me a cheeky puppy. Good they are finally getting the message.&lt;br /&gt;We had a long run on our puppy walk today, they had this idea to tire me out, didn't work for me, but they complained about feeling tired. On arriving home they had morning coffee and biscuits and gave me one, oh why can't every day be so peaceful and happy for little puppies like me?&lt;br /&gt;However peace didn't last long, I just had to spoil my perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;There were some house jobs to be done and they went out to open the shed up, I love to get into the shed, kind of forbidden territory. Wood planks, ladders, hammers, screws and all sorts of equipment came out, wow all that empty space for me to play, puppy heaven. As always they kept nagging me about being careful. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I found a plastic flower pot, played for a while but it soon surrendered to me and spilt right down the middle. Back to the hunting ground, sniffed around and found this great large smelly bag full of what looked like black dirt. I started to scratch at it and soon the dirt was flowing out, my nose was covered in this powder, achoo, a large puppy sneeze left me and blew the dust all around the shed. I backed away from the mess, thought it time for a quick retreat. Only problem was I backed into a stacked pile of paint pots, they fell over missing me by only inches, this puppies life was spared by my quick thinking as I ran from the shed. One of the paint pots knocked over a plastic bottle of brush cleaner, this broke and the liquid started to pour all over the floor. Oh Boy, suddenly a chain of events had happened far beyond my control, all I did was to sniff the black dirt, I never caused any of the other trouble. But guess who is going to get the blame. I ran from the shed so fast and flew to the furthest part of the house I could get to.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an eternity but it was really only a few seconds before the usual  scream came.&lt;br /&gt;I say it every day why am I such a big bad puppy always in such trouble?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8776585292427313894?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8776585292427313894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8776585292427313894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8776585292427313894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8776585292427313894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/hungry-puppy.html' title='Hungry Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj-Hf6HPT4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/p2c7OusMkXM/s72-c/P1300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4666402798591438400</id><published>2007-05-06T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy Tennis'/><title type='text'>Anyone for Puppy Tennis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj4XX6HPT3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JH1eOiOhTSM/s1600-h/P1290001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061508730715066226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj4XX6HPT3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JH1eOiOhTSM/s320/P1290001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to my weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love to steal the families tennis ball's, great way to make them chase me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you think I look such a leggy puppy today, I'm growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couple of weeks they say I start puppy school, well we'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been in too much trouble today, I think I've been more annoying. I have this habit of chewing on a brick, the grinding noise drives the family mad, apparently they think it is bad for puppy teeth. I'm just sharpening them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever they sit at their desk's I like to chew on the round wheels underneath them, that drives them nuts too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always the space under the stairs, they keep spare puppy blankets there, I love to pull them out, another way to get attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chew the coffee table legs, the dining table legs, the big black dog's legs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it this way there's a lot I can do to get noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or as I say I'M A PUPPY I NEED ATTENTION 24/7  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need help, I get bored so easily and they hate it when I cause trouble, so why don't they play more. Going on walks and odd games in the garden is not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kept talking about some election or other, I say let Puppies Unite, Puppies Rule. We should be the bosses and humans should be our pets, we could make them play until we are tired. Make them notice our plight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After yesterday's little bit of trouble I got into they seem to have extra eyes on me, what can I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for a walk but all that running about didn't tire me out, I've tried playing ball games but the big black dog just gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another new trick for attention, our water bowl is kept outside, something about too much splashing, so I like to put my foot in it and tip it over. They have to come then and refill it, I usually approach them with a toy, sometimes it works and they throw it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Sunday afternoon, they laze about but wait here comes some visitors, yippee children, got to go I have someone who wants to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4666402798591438400?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4666402798591438400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4666402798591438400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4666402798591438400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4666402798591438400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/anyone-for-puppy-tennis.html' title='Anyone for Puppy Tennis?'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rj4XX6HPT3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/JH1eOiOhTSM/s72-c/P1290001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8059489567978050761</id><published>2007-05-05T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy causes trouble again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjzIvqHPT2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IfcNWdPNEno/s1600-h/P1260005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061140802341654370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjzIvqHPT2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IfcNWdPNEno/s320/P1260005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Well my day started wonderfully, as you can see out on a run through the countryside. I honestly thought as a little puppy I was actually getting a lot bigger now but here I am running past sprouting ferns that already are taller than me. How long does it take a puppy to grow?&lt;br /&gt;Now the thing is up until the walk I had been behaving myself, quite the perfect puppy, then on the way home we had to stop at the supermarket while the family ran in for, what ever is it they run in for!!&lt;br /&gt;So the big black dog and I are left in the car and then, oh no, I got this desperate need to poop somewhere. What do you do? I had no choice I left it in the corner, the big black dog looked at me in disgust, well it wasn't my fault, when a puppy has to go, a puppy has to go!!&lt;br /&gt;I thought perhaps they wouldn't notice it, half covered by a piece of blanket. Got that wrong, they returned opened the door and screamed my name. Seems humans have noses after all.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I knew I was in trouble, no immediate puppy biscuits, they made me wait until after they had disinfected the back of the car. So annoying I hadn't had an accident slip up like that for over a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to keep out of sight for a while, let them quieten down for a bit and trotted off to the garden, I usually find the odd chore to do out there. Dig some new holes, chew on the fencing, scratch under the gate, find that watering can: the handle's really chewy.&lt;br /&gt;Later I wandered back into the house, the family were busy eating their lunch in the kitchen, I tried my 'I am a cute puppy please feed me face' didn't work today. Walking through the hall I spotted something on a chair that I didn't know what it was, but it smelt good. About half the size of a thin book and smelling of dead animal skin. I sniffed, nobody saw me so I picked it up and walked slowly back into the garden. As I started to chew it something magical happened, it kind of clicked and opened up, there were all these little pieces of paper inside. So I played with these for a while, ate a couple of them but preferred to return to the animal skin. Very soft and playful and rattled like a puppy's toy, as I bit through the magic came again and out popped all these round metal disc things. I think I swallowed one of the small one's but didn't like that very much. By then I felt quite tired and went indoors for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;The family had finished their lunch and were all looking around the house, what are they doing I wondered. One of them pointed to me, 'have you seen my wallet?' I honestly looked back with a blank look on my face, what's a wallet?&lt;br /&gt;The scream only took about another five minutes to come, oh boy, it would appear my last game was pretty bad, I didn't know it was just another game. So here I find myself lying in bed feeling quite sorry for myself. Am I really the worse puppy in town and why am I always in trouble?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8059489567978050761?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8059489567978050761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8059489567978050761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8059489567978050761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8059489567978050761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-causes-trouble-again.html' title='Puppy causes trouble again'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjzIvqHPT2I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IfcNWdPNEno/s72-c/P1260005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8755837801825684879</id><published>2007-05-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:11.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Puppy Walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjt6DqHPT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6k5e3o_dVNk/s1600-h/P1260007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060772809543733074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjt6DqHPT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6k5e3o_dVNk/s320/P1260007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a question, why is it when we are out and meet friends everyone thinks I'm such a cute puppy &amp; so sweet, but at home they call me big trouble?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today they asked me why do I spend every waking moment looking for mischief? Apparently every time I walk through a room I cannot help but look for something to take and play with. It's true I know I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what's it's like, you pass the waste paper bin, any puppy with a decent nose would sniff in there, instinct. On the couch could be crumbs. Always be on the alert I say to myself, people become lazy, I gain so many items, not all eatable though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm growing, they don't seem to realise how much higher I can reach now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week they have been having a real go at me for jumping up, but I love to show how tall I am. Who will stop first, their nagging me or will I have to stop, no, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a lot of fun out on our walk today, now that they let me off that intolerable puppy lead for a little while I get the chance to run and battle the big black dog for sticks. She's a bit mean though, never wants to give up a stick, so I usually bite her leg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our walk today was further away which meant a longer car journey, boring, but I play this fun game and stare at the cars behind us. Everyone is a sucker for a puppy, funny to see how many smile at me, some even wave, oh yes as if I could wave back. Gosh if I could how many car accidents would that cause!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived home and the mailman had delivered late, so it was such fun as we all tried to pick up the letters first, but I got one and raced fast for the garden, no, they hadn't opened the door yet, okay so they won that round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been bored this afternoon, some days I manage to get hold of all sorts of things, but today, not much. No food around, no magazines to chew, not even a remote control box. I have my toys but that's not exciting enough for me. I'm a living breathing healthy puppy, I have to find something to do. So I took a nap but all that did was gave me more energy. I played in the garden, but there's not much left out there to play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came in and my luck was in, someone had got out the sewing box. It was quiet and I had a poke around, found a plastic bag full of stringy things on round wheely things. Gosh they unwind well and all those colors very pretty if I do say it myself. I took my find to the garden, hadn't been out there 2 seconds when the usual scream came from the house. Ooops, caught again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am with very little to report, hopefully normal service will be restored tomorrow. Someone said it is the weekend, I love the weekend, the house is full of people and we all know how stupid people can be. See you tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8755837801825684879?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8755837801825684879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8755837801825684879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8755837801825684879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8755837801825684879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-walking.html' title='Puppy Walking'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjt6DqHPT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/6k5e3o_dVNk/s72-c/P1260007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5540420615003600285</id><published>2007-05-03T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:12.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Squeaky Clean Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjnu-KHPT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8wxuKunN_pc/s1600-h/P1250010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060338407961481026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjnu-KHPT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8wxuKunN_pc/s320/P1250010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After yesterday's filthy puppy picture I thought you should see me today. Don't I scrub up well! And to keep my family happy I stayed clean on the entire walk - BORING!&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was amazing that they took me on a puppy walk after what I did at breakfast time. Well you see I like to be out in the kitchen with my family, closeness, bonding, love, affection, okay okay I like to be close to the food! But they keep complaining and nagging me that I'm always under their feet, I can't help being a little puppy! Well, what they are always talking about happened, one of them fell over me, oops. I saw him coming and managed to dodge out of the way, oh I'm quick. It was over in a flash and before I knew it there was a body flying about and hurrah, corn flakes. Now I felt sorry for him, he wasn't hurt, just bruised his butt, it was only a little bruise, believe me you don't want to see that picture, not a pretty sight!&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was I had always wanted to take a bite of corn flakes, they eat these milky things every morning and I've never tasted any of them. So I got quite excited when these flakes were scattered all over the kitchen floor. Faster than a speeding bullet I was in, they don't call me 'the fastest puppy in the west' for nothing. I lapped them up, then yuk! Horrible. Why do you humans touch the stuff, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;But the damage has been done I have been banished from the kitchen, how are they going to keep me out, the door is never closed and more importantly what about my puppy meals? Do I get to eat dinner in the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd better hang low for a while and trotted off to the garden, oh I spotted a new plant coming up, where did that come from,.......not there now...... Strange time of year I keep seeing all these new shoots poking their little heads up, like target practice, got 'em! Another one bites the dust!&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got back from our 'clean' walk I was dog-tired. To please them I took a nice long dog-nap.  Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5540420615003600285?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5540420615003600285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5540420615003600285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5540420615003600285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5540420615003600285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/squeaky-clean-puppy.html' title='Squeaky Clean Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rjnu-KHPT0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8wxuKunN_pc/s72-c/P1250010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7338777254649637801</id><published>2007-05-02T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:12.331-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy bath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy walk'/><title type='text'>Hydrotherapy for Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjigCqHPTzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/93AzQHS6wg0/s1600-h/P1240001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059970148875587378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjigCqHPTzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/93AzQHS6wg0/s320/P1240001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow, do you like my new wellies?&lt;br /&gt;If I model these puppy boots would I go down the dogwalk?&lt;br /&gt;But if you saw me like this would you tell me off? A poor sweet adorable little puppy like me.All I did was follow the big black dog into the most lovely soft squelching puddle of mud, it was glorious. Next I hear is my name being screamed, why is it only me they are calling. So we both run back, didn't we look good, like the obedient little puppy I am we set off down the path again. However I just couldn't resist one last splash, I ran back to the pool, oh boy puppy heaven. They called, I ignored them. I couldn't decide which they were more cross about, me back in the mud or my not coming back to them. Guess I have to learn my lessons! Ugh who wants to obey? Not going to be much fun!&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to run through the long grass and some of it came off, not enough though. When we got back to the car they didn't even want to pick me up to put me in. I began to feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;But we got home and everything seemed back to normal, they gave me my usual biscrok biscuits after my walk, lots of water to drink, I think they have forgiven me, I think they still love me.......No they don't.....what's this....No...not the tub of water and a towel, a bath. They always make me look so baby puppy fluffy and smell really funny. I hate baths.&lt;br /&gt;It's probably pay back for what I did in the night, I had to go outside as usual about 6am, but I couldn't get back to sleep. So I started having a little sniff around, I found this tube thing, smelt interesting and began to chew. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but somehow the tube got stuck on my tooth and by now I had this smelly stuff in my mouth, I've smelt this before I think on my families hands, why they put it there I really don't know. However I had to shake and shake my head to try and release the tube, but the more I shook the more this creamy stuff came out, it went everywhere, over the carpet, up the wall, on the curtains. I got it free but by now I was quite sleepy so I laid down and got back to sleep. When the family woke up they praised me for letting them have a bit longer in bed, I thought gosh I am a good puppy dog. I trotted off up the garden, then the usual sound of my name being screamed again. Must I always be in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;I did my usual came back in the house head lowered with my 'Oh I'm so sorry puppy eyes' was told never to do it again. If only I could talk to them I would tell them I would never do that again it tasted awful. Thinking back it was quite funny though.&lt;br /&gt;So I firmly believe this bath is my pay back, but I usually win when I'm all wet anyway, I like to shake and the bubbles and water goes all over them so who was the bath for in the first place? I do hope we go up there again tomorrow - mud v. bath. Yep I'd do it all again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7338777254649637801?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7338777254649637801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7338777254649637801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7338777254649637801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7338777254649637801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/hydrotherapy-for-puppies.html' title='Hydrotherapy for Puppies'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjigCqHPTzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/93AzQHS6wg0/s72-c/P1240001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2893466100986300009</id><published>2007-05-01T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:12.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy gets caught</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjeCeKHPTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1ETYPK-_Cc/s1600-h/P1240004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059656160996445986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjeCeKHPTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1ETYPK-_Cc/s320/P1240004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooops, I got caught! Well it had been shopping day and there were so many bags around I just couldn't help myself and took a look inside. I was trying to find the puppy food, before I knew it my legs got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;I heard some news today they say I am soon going to go to puppy training school, surely I am too young to be sent off to school. Will it be lots of work and homework I bet. Help! I will report here what happens.&lt;br /&gt;Today I found another new supply of things to nick - pens, only problems was they soon found out pens were going missing. Funny really because they had started putting them up on the bookcase, ha ha, found them, nothing stops me. But what really bothered me was the way they knew instantly it was me and where to look. Have to find another new area for my stash!&lt;br /&gt;I became a guard puppy dog today, there were some children at the back of our garden, I could hear them, not see them when suddenly one of them jumps very high to try to see the puppy (that's me), as I saw him I barked very loudly, well it made me jump and I raced into the house, actually I was a little bit scared (don't tell them) but they praised me so I felt so grown up and important. Is this my role to be a guard puppy dog. Then I will guard my fence, be warned!&lt;br /&gt;But why don't they like me jumping up, every time I do I get told Get Down. I'm only a little puppy of course I want to be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it takes a puppy to grow, I'm getting a little tired of being so small. When I meet new friends out on my walks they always seem so much bigger than me and some get quite excited and then I get knocked over. Oh this morning's walk was lovely through the long grass, I love to run and let the grass tickle my nose, its very funny, then I somersault through the buttercups and end up tangled in my lead! Life is good. Must snooze..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2893466100986300009?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2893466100986300009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2893466100986300009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2893466100986300009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2893466100986300009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/puppy-gets-caught.html' title='Puppy gets caught'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjeCeKHPTyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/S1ETYPK-_Cc/s72-c/P1240004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5121730798482808135</id><published>2007-04-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:12.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>A Puppies Life is Great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjZcT6HPTxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q6WTRJIPZlM/s1600-h/P1210002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059332728484220690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjZcT6HPTxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q6WTRJIPZlM/s320/P1210002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh Life is so great for a little puppy like me. I have no worries today.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story of my day, it all started at 4am when I had to get the family up so I could go outside. Getting back to sleep for an active puppy like me was completely useless, so I looked at the newspaper they had put down for me to use in the night, why do they bother I never use it prefer to go outside, so I created a bit of origami, only teeth chewing instead of folding, looked good though.&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast I managed to get to the postman first, they don't know it yet but there is still one letter they never got back from me, it's under the stairs, hidden in my puppy blanket, I'll check it out later.&lt;br /&gt;Had a wonderful walk running through all the bluebells, chased a couple of people riding bicycles through the wood, they shouldn't be allowed. I tried to get all the sticks I could off that big black dog, she's an idiot, lets me take them, more fool her.&lt;br /&gt;Found one of the last muddy puddles, my puppy feet are a little sticky, smell good though!&lt;br /&gt;At home I've been busy, I knocked over the biscuit barrel this morning, Goody, I was fast got away with a few.&lt;br /&gt;Stole a slipper, but they noticed it missing tonight, oh dear just a little chewed and a little soggy.&lt;br /&gt;I love to dive down the waste paper bin, they still haven't stopped using it yet, Why? They should know what I'm like, anyway found a sweety wrapper, not much chocolate left on it.&lt;br /&gt;When a man rang the doorbell I managed just to squeeze through and like a flash started to bite the flower heads off in the front garden. Well there aren't any left in the back, what's a puppy to do?&lt;br /&gt;The tissue box has been put up high out of my reach, however the minute someone leaves the loo door open, I'm in, I've discovered the loo roll. That's funnier than the tissue box but I can't get it outside to play properly.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day for squeaky toys, when the family start shouting at me to stop then I know I've had a good day even if it is noisy in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;And the best trick of the day, getting into the rubbish bin. Not often the top is up, success today, mind you I don't like coffee beans, found a couple of baked beans, they're okay. I just like to eat. Isn't it my dinner time yet? All this talk of food I'm getting hungry, think I'll wander off see what I can find to eat...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5121730798482808135?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5121730798482808135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5121730798482808135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5121730798482808135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5121730798482808135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-life-is-great.html' title='A Puppies Life is Great!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjZcT6HPTxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/q6WTRJIPZlM/s72-c/P1210002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7668786072042580371</id><published>2007-04-29T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:13.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy puppies trouble'/><title type='text'>Back to Puppy in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjTesKHPTwI/AAAAAAAAADw/iU3Z00-F704/s1600-h/P1210001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058913131654237954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjTesKHPTwI/AAAAAAAAADw/iU3Z00-F704/s320/P1210001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi everyone I'm back from a lovely puppy walk, I like nothing more than running in the countryside and chewing whatever fits in my mouth. (Bit like being at home really!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm 14 weeks old now and getting into so much more trouble it seems. I've got a lot bigger, am I still just a puppy?&lt;br /&gt;I can't help being inquisitive that's my word for it, but my family asks why do I always cause so much bother?&lt;br /&gt;Take this morning, why do puppies have to sit on the floor and why is the couch so important to them, they always sit in their special seats and designated places. It makes perfect sense to me to check out these seats whenever they leave the room, but I have to be quick. I got caught today, they turned round and there I was up on the couch discovering they now hide the tv guide behind the cushions. I tried to run outside with it but nope, they got me. They must also be very cold people and lucky enough to buy a couch with heated seats because when they leave their place it's always so lovely and warm and they expect me, a poor little baby puppy to sit on a cold blanket, huh!&lt;br /&gt;After the other day when I got the tissue box I learnt an important lesson, puppies don't eat tissues, however I also knew that this game was fun. They bought another box, I couldn't help it, I stole it. I always take all my special findings to the garden, where I can play undisturbed. But I got caught out with the tissue box. It was fun though except all the evidence was shredded and blowing in the wind, the garden was covered in white ticker tape. How did they know it was me? Could have been the big black dog!&lt;br /&gt;When we go out in the car we have this big plastic bottle of water, so that we can have a drink after our walk and boy do I get thirsty. Mind you they won't let me drink very much, only a sip, worried about me doing a puppy puddle in the car. Might? Anyway, the bottle was empty this morning so they brought it indoors and refilled for tomorrows walk. I found it in the hall stood by the front door. Ooops. I also found out that my little sharp puppy teeth bites through plastic, I got my feet wet, so I ran very quickly to the garden before I heard the scream. Well at least the hall has wood flooring and it is very clean now!!&lt;br /&gt;I try to do my bit to help to keep the house clean, I love to wash behind the loo, but every job I do they try to stop me. Is there no pleasing these people?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes my life is certainly very busy, so much to do, so little time in a day to fit it all in. But I get tired so I'm off for a little puppy nap now. See you tomorrow..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7668786072042580371?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7668786072042580371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7668786072042580371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7668786072042580371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7668786072042580371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-puppy-in-trouble.html' title='Back to Puppy in Trouble'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjTesKHPTwI/AAAAAAAAADw/iU3Z00-F704/s72-c/P1210001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2141024974021709557</id><published>2007-04-28T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:02:23.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies Day out</title><content type='html'>I have to say I am sorry for today this will be a very short post from your favourite puppy, me. The sun was shinning and my family took me on a picnic with them. We walked for miles and miles and miles, I am now so very tired. We had wonderful fun I chased butterflies &amp; bee's, okay I know I shouldn't! Being the artful puppy that I am I managed to grab one sandwich off the picnic rug, that was fun, trying to run so fast away from them and to eat it before they caught me, I won!!&lt;br /&gt;We came home late, I gobbled my dinner, I was so hungry after all that exercise and then had a nice long contented puppy nap, so not much time for my blogging. But I will see you all tomorrow. .....Goodnight...............Zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2141024974021709557?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2141024974021709557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2141024974021709557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2141024974021709557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2141024974021709557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-day-out.html' title='Puppies Day out'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3970540522932510114</id><published>2007-04-27T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:13.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies games'/><title type='text'>Puppies Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjIOSKHPTvI/AAAAAAAAADo/Bijb8k3V390/s1600-h/P1190003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058121036605640434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjIOSKHPTvI/AAAAAAAAADo/Bijb8k3V390/s320/P1190003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ATTENTION ALL PUPPIES OUT THERE&lt;br /&gt;don't try this at home:&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a box of tissues - don't even attempt it, makes you throw up again!&lt;br /&gt;Just lately everything I do comes back up again, why do all the exciting things in the world not be suitable for puppies to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Oh a puppies life is so tough, I have to make my family play with me, it's good for their health. If the big black dog won't play I just start biting her leg, that always gets a game going. But sometimes she's asleep and then that means there is an awful large amount of time that a puppy has to fill somehow.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I get into trouble now and then. Like the tissue box, whenever there is something which is used a lot and always taken out of my reach naturally the one moment they let their guard down. I'm in, I never miss a trick. Got caught out in this one though, those tissues didn't even put up a fight, bit soft and yucky! Next thing I know they're back on the floor again.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a puppy is picking up a bit though, the humans are beginning to slip up or am I just getting too clever for them, this morning on our walk I managed to jump from the car and race into the trees with big black dog, ha ha, they didn't have time to catch my collar to put that awful lead on me, I was free. For a few minutes I could run... then they tricked me, called me over, I fell for it, next thing I know back on the puppy extended lead again. Wait a couple of days I'll try it again when they are not expecting it. Sneaky hey!&lt;br /&gt;I've got this stash of pegs they don't seem to know about, I've hidden them in the garden, Surely they must want them, I keep collecting them in the house and store them outside, but those games are never fun if they don't rush round chasing me for them. It will happen, always does.&lt;br /&gt;They are not keen on one of my new games, I have found where they keep spare blankets for the car, so I like to drag them outside for me to sit on instead of hard grass, but that game they try to stop and continue putting them back indoors. It's getting quite bothersome having to keep on dragging them back out there. Who will tire first? Puppy v. Humans!&lt;br /&gt;Did you know if you grab that tv control box thingy you can change channels, and if you get the video box thingy you can restart the film you were watching which they paused when going to the kitchen, huh huh! It is fun though to take the little pieces of paper index out of the video boxes, half chew them &amp; leave on the floor, then you can laugh while they have to work out which video box tape has their favourite taped programme on.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm feeling kind of sleepy now, all these games make me a very tired puppy. Zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3970540522932510114?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3970540522932510114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3970540522932510114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3970540522932510114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3970540522932510114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-games.html' title='Puppies Games'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjIOSKHPTvI/AAAAAAAAADo/Bijb8k3V390/s72-c/P1190003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-5786569540934533702</id><published>2007-04-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:13.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy's back in charge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjC9cKHPTuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYIgy_FjPHs/s1600-h/P1190005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057750672985771746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjC9cKHPTuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYIgy_FjPHs/s320/P1190005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi there, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;That was so rude yesterday, there I was a tired little puppy, took a nap after lunch and the big black dog decides its time to nick my puppy blog. Well I don't think we want to hear from her again do we, so I'm back in charge!&lt;br /&gt;This is a stupid picture looks as through I'm playing hoop-la, got in trouble there because I've broken the pink one, tough! or rather it wasn't! The garden hardly has any grass, they say because its been so dry lately, well I'm doing my puppy bit to keep it wet, but the grass isn't growing!&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite good today so far, I know this morning I was in trouble for stealing some one's toast, well fancy putting it down on the coffee table just at puppy height and then going back to the kitchen, that's just asking me to nick it. Mind you I won't be taking it tomorrow, it had this black stuff on it, think they called it marmite, anyway it was yucky! I quite like cream cheese but sausage and bacon is my favourite to pinch from them at breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;On our walk this morning I went for a paddle in the stream, oops, the water is getting quite low now and a bit muddy, they don't really mind when I get muddy feet, but you know what kind of puppy I am, I had to go and lie down in it. I was a little dirty! Funny how when you sleep it kind of falls off and when you get up there's this large black dirty dust mark. I walk away and look at the big black dog, she did it!&lt;br /&gt;I've made this hole in the garden fence, I can see through to next door but my family is not to pleased about it, they are talking about mending it, No...... There's a sweet little girl next door, she likes puppies and she talks to me, so isn't it nice to be neighbourly, but they also have a pet I've discovered. I've seen it lazing in the sun, a big furr ball of fluff. I tried to bark at it the other day but it hasn't answered me yet. Just wait until it comes across my garden I will investigate, tell him who's boss and chase him off. So far I'm quite good at that job, keeping the garden clear of any intruders, I must have chased off at least 200 birdy's already!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I think I can hear the local boy coming on his bicycle, yes he's going to send a newspaper through the door again, he does that every week and if I'm quick I can usually get there first, I like to read the paper first it's another one of my jobs. I'm a very busy little puppy I have a lot of work to get through in a day. What would they do without me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-5786569540934533702?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5786569540934533702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=5786569540934533702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5786569540934533702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/5786569540934533702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppys-back-in-charge.html' title='Puppy&apos;s back in charge!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RjC9cKHPTuI/AAAAAAAAADg/eYIgy_FjPHs/s72-c/P1190005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8760048239532034696</id><published>2007-04-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:13.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><title type='text'>Substitute 'Puppy' Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri9oMKHPTtI/AAAAAAAAADY/XxvBpXkbf_Q/s1600-h/finepix1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057375464642793170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri9oMKHPTtI/AAAAAAAAADY/XxvBpXkbf_Q/s320/finepix1+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ssssshhh...............that darn puppy is asleep and I thought it was time that I should speak with you. My time to give you the lowdown on what life is really like in this house since she arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never forget the day the puppy came into my life. If I was to raise a puppy why did they give me the operation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next big question is why a Golden Retriever what's wrong with Black Labs, I thought they loved me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so there was a Golden living here when I was a little puppy and I loved her dearly and very sad when she left us, I miss her greatly and always longed for the day when another 'dog' could join our family. But no we had this puppy, what a life changing event that was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep is now out of the question. The old days of resting, forget that too.  My new nickname is soon to be tripod, for I'm sure I'm about to lose a leg, all she ever does is chew and try to bite my leg off, and it does hurt. Believe me puppy teeth are razor sharp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the trouble she gets into, I never did half of what she does and she gets away with most of it. She steals food regularly, never gives me any. Chews up magazines, birthday cards, slippers, carpets, you name it. Sometimes they scream and cry out her name but is she ever punished, no way!  They seem to think its funny and cute, its not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a walk she does nothing but steal my sticks, god help the world when she is finally let off the lead, they have this extended puppy lead so she can run and I can get decapitated and docked, wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they are not looking she puddles on my blanket, yes my blanket! I'm not sleeping there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she arrived they told me I would always be number 1 dog, does that work now, no way. She gets her dinner first, although I will admit if she didn't she would eat mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to stay out of her way, if she is on a charge through the garden, watch out she heads for your stomach. On our games she bites me, attacks me and growls, I suffer terribly but if the play turns a little rough its always me who gets into trouble and told to "calm down, she's only a baby puppy!" Huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if I turn my head now I can see her sleeping so peacefully, she does look quite cute and I suppose it is nice to have a 'daughter/sister' for company. But I just wish she could grow up a little quicker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very nice to meet you all and I thank you for your time tomorrow will be back to normal, as always she has a lot to say (she never stops)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out...she's waking up...I'd better head off to the top of the garden...my favourite hiding place.................&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/7525196086005416185-8760048239532034696?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8760048239532034696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8760048239532034696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8760048239532034696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8760048239532034696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/substitute-puppy-blogger.html' title='Substitute &apos;Puppy&apos; Blogger'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri9oMKHPTtI/AAAAAAAAADY/XxvBpXkbf_Q/s72-c/finepix1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3828656613280948207</id><published>2007-04-24T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:14.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy back in trouble - AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri4U3N1PjXI/AAAAAAAAADI/qEq_8e8eGAU/s1600-h/P1100007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057002370421984626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri4U3N1PjXI/AAAAAAAAADI/qEq_8e8eGAU/s320/P1100007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear I didn't stay good for very long. When you are just an inquisitive little puppy it seems so normal to be in trouble all the time. How can I possibly be good without being boring?&lt;br /&gt;My problems all started very early this morning when every one was asleep, why do they stay in bed so long, when there is so much to do and puppies to play with? They lose a lot of time in that bed, so its not all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes out to play with puppies,I am wide awake, I need to do something, this morning I found some interesting packets at the bottom of the bookshelves, the humans thought putting a chair in front of the bookcase would stop a healthy growing puppy looking, No way! I sniffed around and found some plastic sleeve thingy's. Made a good rustling noise and even that didn't wake them, so serves them right, I was hungry. I started chewing and eating the corners, not that tasty. Oh no, next thing I knew my tummy felt that funny way again, I'm always in trouble when that happens, so I went under the desk, yuk.... got rid of that horrible taste. Perhaps they won't see it at the back?&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, time to wake them, start the usual, puppy whine...puppy whine... I want to go outside. Jump up the side of their bed, usually scratches their arm, come on get up.&lt;br /&gt;They shout something about 5:50, what does that mean, come on... but it worked we go downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out in the garden checking my territory, I hear my name being screamed, oops...think they found my little problem. Yep here they come, not amused. Which was worse, what I chewed or what I left under the desk? Can't tell!&lt;br /&gt;After  breakfast they always leave the back door open for me to run about freely, now at the back door they have this stupid door curtain thing, they talk about keeping the flies out, I don't know how that works but I know this crazy hanging beady thing hits my little puppy nose every time I go through. So this morning I had had enough, time for the kill. I discovered all you had to do was bite the bigger bell shape beady thing at the bottom and hey presto all the others just came flying off, it was so funny!! I bite a couple off and there were these long stringy pieces just hanging there. It was such fun to get revenge for all the times these beads hit me, I did a couple more, the doormat was covered in beady thingy's, I flew through the string curtain, very nice, very soft and I began to feel quite tired so I took a little puppy nap in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Man...... I was asleep......don't they ever get tired of shouting my name. Come on the whole neighbourhood will hear you.  Ooops judging by their faces I think they liked their beady curtain, oh dear wrong decision again.&lt;br /&gt;But they must be forgiving me because we are going out again, I love to go out on a puppy walk, helps to get rid of all my pent up energy, I need to run.&lt;br /&gt;Only one human took me today and afterwards we went straight home, never mind, I'll have some lunch and a little snooze.&lt;br /&gt;No.......................what have they done while I have been out, somebody has put all those beady things back on the strings again! Bonk...on my nose again! My work is never done all those to do again. I'll just have my little nap and get back to work....sometimes I sound so human....No...........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-3828656613280948207?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3828656613280948207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3828656613280948207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3828656613280948207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3828656613280948207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-back-in-trouble-again.html' title='Puppy back in trouble - AGAIN!'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Ri4U3N1PjXI/AAAAAAAAADI/qEq_8e8eGAU/s72-c/P1100007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7863091479601533908</id><published>2007-04-23T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:14.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies walk'/><title type='text'>Puppies walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RizG591PjWI/AAAAAAAAADA/K0RDZaqZD2w/s1600-h/P1100010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056635180782947682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RizG591PjWI/AAAAAAAAADA/K0RDZaqZD2w/s320/P1100010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I call puppy heaven, I have had a wonderful day. I wish this field was my lawn at home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went for a walk along the largest piece of water I have ever seen! They wouldn't let me jump in or even get my tiny puppy feet wet and I did try. It couldn't have been that deep because I saw some animals and the water only went a couple of inches up their legs. I barked at them and they did this weird noise kind of 'quack quack' . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very strange place there were these cars driving along the water, only they didn't have doors, windows &amp; roofs, and the people were standing where the seats would normally go. Don't know what those were?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a little worried when we crossed over the water, there was this bridge but I think it needs fixing. Every other piece of board was missing and my poor little puppy paws kept falling through the holes, I could have drowned!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the water way place we came home through a farm, wow. Didn't that place smell good! There was this field with a lot of funny looking dogs in it, they had white curly hair and were very very fat. There was something wrong with their barking, all they could get out was ba...ba... not learnt to talk yet I suppose? And my goodness me haven't they ever heard of a diet, they were HUGE, so big they could hardly waddle in the field. Lazy things. I heard someone say the word Lamb....didn't understand that...I'll just have to come back next week and see if anybody has given these fat lumps any exercise, perhaps the farm dog could make them run around a bit, that would help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.. just saw a pig, don't like pigs, not at all. Never want to have anything to do with a pig in my life, not ever, not in my puppy life....Hmmmm I'm hungry I just thought of those sausages &amp;amp; ham tasty bites I found in the fridge the other day, wonder what's in there today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick, quick, walk fast, got to get past this pond, hurry. There are two very nasty looking gooses looking at me and I'm only a little puppy...Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, that was close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we have come to the end of the lane, there's the car, do we have to go home, please can we stay longer, I plead and plead with my puppy eyes but no they lift me up and I'm back in the car again. Maybe just a little nap on the way home....Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7863091479601533908?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7863091479601533908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7863091479601533908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7863091479601533908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7863091479601533908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-walk.html' title='Puppies walk'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RizG591PjWI/AAAAAAAAADA/K0RDZaqZD2w/s72-c/P1100010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1289773117225794004</id><published>2007-04-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:14.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><title type='text'>Today - top Puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiuBE91PjVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WnUwbjuNlMY/s1600-h/P1100011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056276928970853714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiuBE91PjVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WnUwbjuNlMY/s320/P1100011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone, I have such good news today. I was told that I have been a super puppy one of the best!! How's that you may well ask, knowing what I am like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start with I was a very good puppy at home, I know I got everyone up early again but I didn't shred the paper through the night or pull the cushions to the floor for chewing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later we went for a walk where I was on my best behaviour, no biting the lead or excessive pulling. I have a boyfriend now, a collie, I saw him again today, we play it's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch and my puppy nap, we had family visitors. 2 little children came, they were fun. The little boy wanted to play ball all the time, the only problem there was that he wanted to play even more than I did, I got tired so I wandered off to find the little girl. She was so sweet and she kept giving me little treats. I liked that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I followed her around for as much as I could, if she wasn't feeding me then she was dropping sweets, heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At tea time I sat beneath her high chair, it was food from the gods. So much kept falling from her tray, I gobbled it up fast before anyone could notice.  I have to say I wish I lived at their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they left, our house seemed very quiet, then I was so surprised when my family picked me up for a cuddle and told me just how good I had been today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice sometimes to be good but if I think about my day nothing very exciting happened, maybe I don't really want to be that good everyday, its just not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to normal tomorrow, lets see what I can find to do then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1289773117225794004?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1289773117225794004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1289773117225794004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1289773117225794004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1289773117225794004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-top-puppy.html' title='Today - top Puppy'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiuBE91PjVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WnUwbjuNlMY/s72-c/P1100011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7918213444786409071</id><published>2007-04-21T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:14.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies - Jekyll &amp; Hyde ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RipMZN1PjUI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0PBm2lkl68/s1600-h/PC310001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055937527770221890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RipMZN1PjUI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0PBm2lkl68/s320/PC310001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, my day started so well, like a good little puppy I only got my family up once in the night. I tried so hard to stay in bed until 7 but it didn't quite work out that way, so we got up 6:30, they seemed happy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gobbled my breakfast down , complied with all the garden puppy puddle requests, I even managed a little nap while they had their breakfast. Almost seemed I could do no wrong. We had a nice morning walk, I challenged the big black dog to a stick and I won!! Yeah Puppies Rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming home from all that fresh air and exercise, I ran like crazy, I took another nap! Did man decide to walk puppy dogs just to tire them out so we would go to sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke in time for lunch, I just love to eat, 3 meals a day, this house is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a fantastic morning but somehow it all went wrong after that.....my family always gives me my lunch first, I think they have this notion that I will sleep through theirs (fat chance!) Anyway, I came back indoors after being sent outside following my lunch, why do they do that, the food isn't going to appear out that fast? But I went into the kitchen there was no-one around, I think I heard footsteps upstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked, I blinked, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the refrigerator door was open and this little light was guiding me towards it. My nose began to sniff like it has never sniffed before. Heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had so much food on this plate, was it meant for me? I found some ham, some sausages, some bacon, some turkey, some cheese, something called porky pies. Oh boy I just couldn't stop myself it was wonderful, didn't like that cheese stuff and the plastic covering tasted pretty awful. Wow, never knew food could be so delicious. If they have this in the fridge, why am I being fed puppy food from a can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a chicken leg to the garden, thought it would be nice to enjoy in the sunshine. I began to feel quite full up and started to feel sleepy when I heard the noise from indoors. Suddenly they were shouting my name, but not in a loving way, I've heard this tone before (many times!)  Ooops I think I may have done wrong again, something said about eating their salad, well I didn't eat their salad, I just found some meat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came looking for me, I lowered my head I've learnt what to do, they think it means 'Oh look she's sorry' yeah right, to me it means 'I got found out again' . I really believe this time I am in big trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I knew my tummy didn't feel so good.....oh I feel bad......it was a strange sensation as all that food came back up again. Now I'm in double trouble. They have to clear up the garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow though being bad got me off the hook, I'll just lay low for a few minutes while they forget what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better, oh what's that smell, there's the front door going, yippee some one's been out for fish'n'chips. Cute puppy face needed... can I have chippie please??&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/7525196086005416185-7918213444786409071?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7918213444786409071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7918213444786409071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7918213444786409071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7918213444786409071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-jekyll-hyde.html' title='Puppies - Jekyll &amp; Hyde ??'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RipMZN1PjUI/AAAAAAAAACw/_0PBm2lkl68/s72-c/PC310001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-3396623086313741865</id><published>2007-04-20T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:14.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Do puppies need to sleep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RijLhd1PjTI/AAAAAAAAACo/2k65DEhRVzw/s1600-h/180307+001a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055514357527448882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RijLhd1PjTI/AAAAAAAAACo/2k65DEhRVzw/s320/180307+001a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in trouble again but I need your advice. How many puppies out there actually sleep all night long with no potty breaks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it, I'm only a little puppy &amp; I have to puddle and poop in the night, my family puts down paper for me to go on. Yuk...have they ever tried that...disgusting. I don't use the house for that, but they seem to want to face cleaning that up every morning rather than letting me out when I need to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is so wrong with getting up 2 or 3 times a night, they go back to bed. Me, I lie there wide awake wanting to play, but no, its always back indoors then, back to bed. Huh. Look if the Dog God gave me a little bladder then he wants me to have company through the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only thinking of their carpet, if my puddle soaked through the paper, oh I would be in more trouble then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And do you know what other ill treatment they are doing to me, they take away my water bowl before bedtime, as if that would stop my puppy puddles - idiots!  Call the Puppy Police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do humans have this fascination with sleep and why do they have to do it all in one go? Much better if they slept on and off throughout the day like me, In fact why don't they play when I'm ready to and sleep when I do. We would all be happy then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes perfect sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the one thing that makes no sense at all is trying to make me perform to order and while they are watching me! If its time to go out, something about they don't want me to do anything in the car, they take me to the garden and say stupid things like, come on puddle, hurry up. Wish I could say it to them, lets see how well they would perform on demand with viewers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen the big black dog pretend, she gets away with it. She squats, nothing comes out and they say well done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh if I only had one wish - I want to grow up, life as a puppy is getting very hard and very complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you tomorrow...............&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/7525196086005416185-3396623086313741865?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3396623086313741865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=3396623086313741865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3396623086313741865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/3396623086313741865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-puppies-need-to-sleep.html' title='Do puppies need to sleep?'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RijLhd1PjTI/AAAAAAAAACo/2k65DEhRVzw/s72-c/180307+001a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-724170208287888670</id><published>2007-04-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:15.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Puppy walks on water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RieY3N1PjSI/AAAAAAAAACg/lTJohSsLgSI/s1600-h/P1100005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055177181119876386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RieY3N1PjSI/AAAAAAAAACg/lTJohSsLgSI/s320/P1100005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RieXAd1PjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/jojg621Bjj4/s1600-h/P1100006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055175141010410770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RieXAd1PjRI/AAAAAAAAACY/jojg621Bjj4/s320/P1100006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy did I have a good puppy walk today, what news I have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've discovered that some wet stuff is flowing out of the fields, where does it go? We have this wet stuff at home in their water room, but the wet stuff there smells very funny not like this, this smells good, good enough for puppies like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at it and thought, oh jump straight in, it tried hard to carry me down the stream but I fought hard &amp;amp; won. I couldn't quite drink it all, but it was very very deep, just look at the picture and my feet got very wet and dirty. Good job my Mummy can't see me now, what would she say? I wasn't allowed to chase after the water, it went under a bridge and they stopped me, spoilsports! Puppies are born explorers, don't they know that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if there is anywhere else with wet stuff like this, do you think there could be anything bigger, no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my family dragged me out, huh I was having such fun, but its funny trying to walk with soggy paws and all the dirt sticks to you, great. I love it, at least for once I smell like a good puppy should. I like going out there's so much to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked through the fields and back to the car, why do we have to go home in the car, we could just walk home, I don't need to be driven anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what is up with my family, we got back to the car and they had a towel for me and they had the nerve to clean my feet before I was allowed to sit in the back of their precious car. How dare they, now my lovely smelly feet are all clean again. They don't clean the big black dogs feet? I bet its because I am cleverer then her, I can jump over the back and sit on the back leather seats, far more comfortable. The family doesn't like this and I try hard not to get caught, I'm quite good at jumping back again and very fast. But I did slip up the other day. they went to the supermarket and caught me asleep on the back seat, oops got told off, so I jumped over. Then they went for petrol, they call it, left me again. I thought yes over, it was a bit awkward with the shopping bags there but I managed. Oh no, they were only gone two minutes and I was caught again. Apparently I squashed the bread and a quiche (whats a quiche?) Never mind they still seem to love me, almost seems as though I can do anything I want.....ha...ha...?&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-724170208287888670?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/724170208287888670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=724170208287888670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/724170208287888670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/724170208287888670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-walks-on-water.html' title='Puppy walks on water'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RieY3N1PjSI/AAAAAAAAACg/lTJohSsLgSI/s72-c/P1100005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2428673066654617325</id><published>2007-04-18T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:15.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walkies'/><title type='text'>Puppy Walkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiZDLLxjRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AOjS_QVrNfA/s1600-h/P1070002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054801491188205250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiZDLLxjRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AOjS_QVrNfA/s320/P1070002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't life great for a super puppy like me, I run here, I run there....but why oh why do they insist on putting me on this ridiculous long puppy cord thing. It just gets me tied up in knots! Here I am stuck, not for the first time either. If I am going to run around a tree at least they could follow me, then we wouldn't end up in this mess.&lt;br /&gt;It is such fun out here, so much grass, who ever lives here is so lucky what a big garden they have and all those trees, wish my garden was this big, goes on for miles.&lt;br /&gt;And the sticks, who planted these here, thousands of them, going to take me a while to chew through all of these. Perhaps they could take some home for me for later, I would like that.&lt;br /&gt;I have smelt some funny smells through, what makes this kind of smell? I found some holes but they won't let me go down into the hole to find out. Strange place for other dogs to live! Saw a funny type of puppy dog, must have had an accident when it was born, its front legs were much shorter than its back ones and it was kind of hopping around and you should have seen the ears on it, very odd. If I can see it again tomorrow perhaps I could try to play with it?&lt;br /&gt;And its dangerous for a puppy out here too, I hurt my foot today. I kept licking it but no-one took much notice of me. I looked at what I had trodden on, spikey nasty thing, think some one said thistle, well they should get rid of them they hurt. Call the puppy police to cut them down.&lt;br /&gt;The big black dog runs free, when can I? Hope its soon.&lt;br /&gt;I like going walkies, well must run, lots of ground to cover....arghh.... they just strangled me again, I hate this puppy cord thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2428673066654617325?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2428673066654617325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2428673066654617325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2428673066654617325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2428673066654617325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-walkies.html' title='Puppy Walkies'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiZDLLxjRsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AOjS_QVrNfA/s72-c/P1070002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-8118354633101382592</id><published>2007-04-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:15.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy trouble'/><title type='text'>Puppy Trouble Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiTpkqRVfbI/AAAAAAAAACI/2jOo4-Hj5qs/s1600-h/300307b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054421497848102322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiTpkqRVfbI/AAAAAAAAACI/2jOo4-Hj5qs/s320/300307b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at me how could this sweet puppy face get me into so much trouble? I don't mean to , trouble comes looking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take today for example, after that fantastic puppy 1st walk yesterday they said we were going again this morning, well I've been waiting since I got them up at 5:40a.m. The sun was up why can't we go then? I'm ready! But they look at me all bleary eyed and make me wait, so I went into the garden to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I was all keyed up and raring to go, I roared around the garden suddenly something caught my sensitive puppy nose, I went over to the dirt at the side of the grass area. They said it used to be called a flower bed, that's stupid there's no flowers there now. Oh Yes there were some when I arrived, oh they must have died! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I got this whiff of something strange I poked my little puppy nose inside, the dirt smelt funny, I dug and dug, yes, they buried treasure for me to find. I pulled out a round purple color ball shape thing, oh it was fun it rolled around the garden. Didn't taste too nice when I tried to chew it, left it aside, it wouldn't roll anymore. Wonder if there's any more I thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success, I dug again and again I found 3 more. Wow, such fun, I took one into the kitchen I thought they would be pleased with their clever little puppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, should have kept my game to myself, they didn't look too happy, something about being bulbs given at Christmas (What's a Christmas?)  But if someone gave them something they said was special why did they bury it in the garden, that doesn't make sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They came to look at the garden, oh dear things went from bad to badder, they didn't like my hole, I thought it was great. They weren't too keen on my dirty puppy nose, face and paws either. Oh Man do I have to go through life staying clean, that's not going to be much fun, is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sat and watched as they refilled the hole, I just couldn't help myself they went indoors, I had to sniff just once more, just one little sniff, yes I knew it there was one more bulby thing, I got it. I'll hide this one for later, they won't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trotted into the house, I heard them saying if I have all this energy maybe we should go out.........yipee...........we are going walkies......... will tell you all about my walk tomorrow.........Bye.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-8118354633101382592?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8118354633101382592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=8118354633101382592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8118354633101382592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/8118354633101382592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-trouble-again.html' title='Puppy Trouble Again'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiTpkqRVfbI/AAAAAAAAACI/2jOo4-Hj5qs/s72-c/300307b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-7818848506003338473</id><published>2007-04-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:15.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walk'/><title type='text'>Puppies 1st Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiOb3aRVfaI/AAAAAAAAACA/FHJbJ9lUrP0/s1600-h/PC290016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054054583086972322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiOb3aRVfaI/AAAAAAAAACA/FHJbJ9lUrP0/s320/PC290016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Free at Last, Free at Last, I'm a Free Puppy at Last!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today was the best day of my puppy life, they let me out. We went for a walk. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;Boy isn't it tiring.&lt;br /&gt;They said I could go out and we climbed into the car, I thought Oh No, not the puppy vet man again, but no I went into the back of the car, where the big black dog sits. Not very comfortable and every time they go round a corner I slide over. I found I could climb over the back through the side where some belts are, that seat is far more suited for me but no, they kept putting me in the back. How dare they! I know where I should be sitting, up front, that's where important puppies belong.&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't go to the vet man and suddenly we arrived at this place with lots of trees and grass, it looked like puppy heaven.&lt;br /&gt;However some of my hopes were dashed they opened the back door but wouldn't let me jump out, I had to be tied up with this rope thing and they held the other end, when I tried to run they yanked at my neck, are they trying to strangle me? The big black dog doesn't have one of these why should I?&lt;br /&gt;All my life they keep saying "When you are bigger".... well I am....&lt;br /&gt;So we walked along this track place, I wasn't allowed to run where I wanted, so much I wanted to sniff at but they kept saying "Don't touch that.."&lt;br /&gt;How long does it take for a puppy to grow up, I get so far but always they stop me doing what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little tired and had a few stops along the way, I liked it when the big black dog would come over with a stick, so I tried to take it. But I'm not allowed to run with her yet. When?&lt;br /&gt;It was all very interesting, so many things to sniff at, big poop and tiny little round ball poop's, what makes that?&lt;br /&gt;Its all very scary for a little puppy like me, I heard this enormous noise I ran to my new Mum, she said it was a train, oh yes that made me feel much better knowing that. What the hell is a train? Do they eat puppies?&lt;br /&gt;Then I didn't want to leave but they put me back in the car and went home again, what's the point of that? When do we come again, I want to go walkies, NOW&lt;br /&gt;But then we got home I looked at my blanket and suddenly my little puppy legs felt very heavy, I couldn't resist lying down for just a minute you understand, it seemed to make my family very happy that I had a nice long snooze..............Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-7818848506003338473?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7818848506003338473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=7818848506003338473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7818848506003338473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/7818848506003338473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-1st-walk.html' title='Puppies 1st Walk'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RiOb3aRVfaI/AAAAAAAAACA/FHJbJ9lUrP0/s72-c/PC290016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1631095535191594582</id><published>2007-04-14T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:53:41.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy checking in</title><content type='html'>Hi SuperPuppy here! &lt;br /&gt;Just thought I had to check in with you all today to apologise that I cannot put a posting on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Such a busy day and I am so whacked, will tell you my puppy tails tomorrow, please return.&lt;br /&gt;See you then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1631095535191594582?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1631095535191594582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1631095535191594582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1631095535191594582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1631095535191594582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-checking-in.html' title='Puppy checking in'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-140323958111517282</id><published>2007-04-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:15.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies trouble'/><title type='text'>Puppies in Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh-NZaRVfZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yXHlwGMuwVs/s1600-h/300307a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052912774621265298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh-NZaRVfZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yXHlwGMuwVs/s320/300307a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear, today I am the 'worstest' puppy in the whole wide world! I'm trying to stay in the corner and out of every one's way, I've been so so bad, will they ever love me again?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you about my day and then you can understand why I am the 'baddest' puppy around.&lt;br /&gt;Now it started early this morning, after breakfast I heard my family upstairs, they have this strange water room, they stand behind a curtain making lots of weird noises. I don't go in there, I usually get water splashed on me, don't like that! So bored I wandered off downstairs, I'm not usually allowed in the hall but today I had some freedom, anyway, under the stairs they keep a lot of boxes. I pushed them around a little bit, well a couple fell open and some papers fell out. I didn't really chew on them for more than a minute or so, because behind the boxes I saw this wire sticking out. What's that I thought and tried to grab it, it wriggled, the more I pulled the longer it got, the longer it got, the more it wriggled. What fun, I managed to kill it! There it was in 3 or 4 pieces, curled, lying in a tangled mess, all wet with slobber. I felt proud to have got rid of it. Now I was tired so I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;The family came downstairs and saw the boxes, boy were they mad. I couldn't understand why, most of the time they put paper in a machine that chews it up what's the difference I did it for them! So I used the cute puppy face, didn't work, I laid low in the kitchen. They never thanked me for killing the wire!&lt;br /&gt;The boxes were returned and they went to the funny television that doesn't show exciting programmes, only words. I heard some rude words, something about, dam.....internet down again. Its not down its always on the table, I do down!&lt;br /&gt;Then they picked up the telephone, well safe there, haven't had that today, thought I was in a bit of trouble then. Ooops thats not working either, they are not happy campers today, I'm going to play outside.&lt;br /&gt;I'm right in the middle of pooping, when I hear my name being screamed, usually I get lots of praise for pooping, whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Standing at the back door they are holding the wire I fought so well earlier, wow, I thought here comes my treat for killing the beast.&lt;br /&gt;No, I was sent to the kitchen to my bed, as I passed the hall I saw all the boxes out again, I didn't do that this time, don't blame me. But they kept waving that stupid wire at me, seems like they are not pleased it came out of the wall! Oh dear got it wrong again!&lt;br /&gt;Much much later a man called round and he put the wire back in the wall, I didn't like him very much, he had this case full of bits and pieces, would he let me play with anything, no. Meany!&lt;br /&gt;When he left my family gave him lots of bits of paper, why is this paper thing so important to humans, that and those silly little plastic cards that they won't let me play with either. Don't like plastic anyway, hurts when you poop!&lt;br /&gt;They sat me down in the kitchen and started to talk about not playing under the stairs, la la la la, not to touch the wires la la la la, being a good little puppy la la la la, I just gave them my cute puppy face and licked their noses. They thought it meant I understood everything, Okay so maybe I won't kill that wire again, but there is this black wire outside, comes down from a round black bowl shape thing up on the wall and goes into the house where the tv is, through one of the bricks, perhaps I should go and check it out.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-140323958111517282?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/140323958111517282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=140323958111517282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/140323958111517282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/140323958111517282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-in-trouble.html' title='Puppies in Trouble'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh-NZaRVfZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/yXHlwGMuwVs/s72-c/300307a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-4686315115347635046</id><published>2007-04-12T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:16.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy games'/><title type='text'>Puppy Fun &amp; Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh48xqRVfYI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q4x28CwTmfU/s1600-h/310307+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052542655814532482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh48xqRVfYI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q4x28CwTmfU/s320/310307+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm having a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Puppy life here is great, I've got my new family all trained now and I'm doing my bit to keep them fit.&lt;br /&gt;They seem to love running round after me, they laugh a lot!&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt lots of new puppy tricks, when I'm bored and want to play, all I have to do is chew on the furniture, they soon throw toys at me.....playtime! &lt;br /&gt;If I want to play in the garden, then I just collect something that means a lot to them, example they leave these tv box things on the couch. Perfect puppy mouth size, I just pick one up, take it outside and oh we have such fun running round the garden. Sometimes my teeth touch a button and it makes the tv picture change, oh I am so powerful. Superpuppy!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite games is when they choose to have supper on a tray in front of the tv, I always wake at the thought of food. And so the game begins, first I ask to go outside, they put the tray down, just as they reach the door I dash back very fast to the plate, screams abound as we see who can reach the food first! I have won sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Then as they try to eat I decide its time for a little bonding and like to jump onto their laps, oops so sorry didn't see the food tray there.....if I'm lucky a little morsel may slip my way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh we puppies are very sneaky!&lt;br /&gt;Another trick while they eat is to start playing with a ball, of course let it roll under the tv unit, they always jump up for that, something about wires and again have to put the tray down. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly they eat at the table, Why?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they are in the kitchen I always join them, I have what they call 'Puppies Eyes', don't know what it means but if I sit quietly and watch them cooking I usually get a reward.&lt;br /&gt;But running is my favourite game, I don't understand why we have things that are for outside and some for inside and why can you not take the inside things outside? I do, its funny make a pile outside of all the inside things, as they pick them up, just take more out there. As I say it keeps them fit and active.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love my life and my family, we have such fun, Why are they tired now? I'm not. Oh what's that, think they call it a phone,  P*L*A*Y*T*I*M*E...........Run...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-4686315115347635046?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4686315115347635046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=4686315115347635046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4686315115347635046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/4686315115347635046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-fun-games.html' title='Puppy Fun &amp; Games'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rh48xqRVfYI/AAAAAAAAABw/Q4x28CwTmfU/s72-c/310307+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-191369696991064572</id><published>2007-04-11T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:16.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vets'/><title type='text'>Puppies 2nd vet trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rhz-IKRVfXI/AAAAAAAAABo/U_iirOhFm_Q/s1600-h/310307+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052192298152328562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rhz-IKRVfXI/AAAAAAAAABo/U_iirOhFm_Q/s320/310307+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, it happened again will these people ever stop hurting me, I'm only a little puppy I don't deserve this treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was wishing and wishing they would take me out of here, today I thought I had got my wish, they put me in the car, yippee I thought. All those puppy dreams were coming true, I saw other dogs out and about and smelt the green grass of the park as we drove past.&lt;br /&gt;But no, horror of horrors again they took me to that place of torture. This time I saw Mrs Vet, I thought she looked nicer perhaps she won't hurt me, huh, how wrong was I. Does life consist of sharp nasty needles always being pushed into puppies, if it is I don't want to grow up. I haven't seen the big black dog have even one of them and now I've has two. Why, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;Then they had the nerve to say that soon I could go out for a walkies, what does that mean, I want to go runnies!  On the way home I was hoping they would stop the car but no, soon, didn't mean today. When does soon mean? Tomorrow? Don't say I have to wait longer than that, I need to run, now.&lt;br /&gt;So we came home and here I stay again, right watch out everybody I need to run, I do my speedy circuit of the house and garden, it seems to make them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh goody here comes my special treat after the vets, yummy, but I am not going again, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Tired now, want to dream of big green fields, Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-191369696991064572?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/191369696991064572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=191369696991064572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/191369696991064572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/191369696991064572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-2nd-vet-trip.html' title='Puppies 2nd vet trip'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/Rhz-IKRVfXI/AAAAAAAAABo/U_iirOhFm_Q/s72-c/310307+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1953138092433697277</id><published>2007-04-10T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:16.361-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppy - 10 weeks old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhunuqRVfWI/AAAAAAAAABg/RqsiqF9jbx0/s1600-h/310307+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051815827088964962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhunuqRVfWI/AAAAAAAAABg/RqsiqF9jbx0/s320/310307+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Please, please help me. This is an appeal to all puppy lovers out there, I'm under house arrest and this time I don't know what I have done to deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a big puppy now - 10 weeks old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I left my Mummy she told me stories of the big wide world and what have I seen? Nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just these same walls, the same fence panels, doors open and slam shut in my face. I hear people out there, when is it my turn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a healthy living breathing puppy yearning to break free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think they would be tired of my hectic races I hold with myself, to see how fast I can get from the back of the garden to the kitchen in the front of the house. Boy am I fast! Sometimes I collide with something, or somebody, or that black dog, doesn't hurt for long though, I'm tough!! So let me free, please. I need to run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to start a campaign 'Freedom for Puppies' I've spent all of my life cooped up in here, how many of you can say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'I have a dream....'  one day I will walk through that door.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh.... just had another race with myself, maybe I'll take that walk tomorrow, I'm tired....Zzzzzzzzzz &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/7525196086005416185-1953138092433697277?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1953138092433697277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1953138092433697277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1953138092433697277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1953138092433697277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppy-10-weeks-old.html' title='Puppy - 10 weeks old'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhunuqRVfWI/AAAAAAAAABg/RqsiqF9jbx0/s72-c/310307+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-2226239072351930694</id><published>2007-04-09T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:05:16.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Puppies Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhpIeA3jZpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IXfxMuLTSgE/s1600-h/180307+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051429612515714706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhpIeA3jZpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IXfxMuLTSgE/s320/180307+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK Human friends, I want to state that we puppies are very intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that 'Man is always innocent until proven guilty'?&lt;br /&gt;But Puppies are always guilty, even before they are proven guilty!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of taking the blame for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Take yesterday for instance, someone in our house was given a soft cuddly stuffed Golden Retriever for Easter, now this puppy had the nerve to sit on the couch, am I allowed up there, no I am not!&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't really know how this puppy got into the garden, (might do?) but if he wanted to play who was I to say no to a game. He wasn't much of a playmate anyway, didn't even put up a fight. Weakling. Next thing I heard was a shriek from an upstairs window, people came flying out into the garden to 'rescue' this animal, so he looked a little grubby, he was in the flower bed what did he expect going in there!&lt;br /&gt;Then guess what, he gets better treatment than I do, its"oh poor thing, look at you, you're so dirty, come here I'll clean you up, did the nasty little puppy get you?"&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, I'll get him I was here first!&lt;br /&gt;Take him to the vets!&lt;br /&gt;So they bathe him and lay him in the sun to dry (unfortunately out of my reach) and then they come looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there with my 'Oh I'm so cute look' and do they give me the benefit of the doubt, No. Guilty with no trial. I'm not the only dog here, could have been the big black one, you know the type sits back with that look on their face, 'The younger generation today, I wouldn't have done anything like that, I behaved myself'&lt;br /&gt;So I wandered through the house I've learnt how to behave, you just lower your head and they feel sorry for you, always works: "oh come here, just don't do it again okay" they pat my head and everything is back to normal, except I forgot to go back outside and got taken short as I passed the hall rug, oops. Run!.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-2226239072351930694?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2226239072351930694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=2226239072351930694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2226239072351930694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/2226239072351930694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/puppies-law.html' title='Puppies Law'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_89gKm9dafBY/RhpIeA3jZpI/AAAAAAAAABY/IXfxMuLTSgE/s72-c/180307+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7525196086005416185.post-1804079309491835237</id><published>2007-04-08T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:19:10.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pup'/><title type='text'>Easter Pup</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I do not have time to post today I am soooooo full of chocolate eggs, my puppy egg and oops got into trouble when I tried to steal a big one, got caught though before I ate the silver paper!!&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow for more of my exciting adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7525196086005416185-1804079309491835237?l=puppies-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1804079309491835237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7525196086005416185&amp;postID=1804079309491835237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1804079309491835237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7525196086005416185/posts/default/1804079309491835237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puppies-diary.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-pup.html' title='Easter Pup'/><author><name>chantry55</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
