<?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-14464726</id><updated>2012-01-06T15:55:49.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edsel/The Pooch</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4942714919840228814</id><published>2010-06-13T18:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:27:36.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 12th</title><content type='html'>I know it's not June 12th today, it's the 13th.  But I have to mention the 12th 'cause that's the four year annaversary of when my Mom got her head operated on.  We were so scared and didn't know what to expect.  But, she's still here, doin' good and I'm happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dumb sister Casey looks like a drowned stuffed animal.  Her fur is real long and wispy and it forms huge matts all over her body.  Two years ago we had some Australian company come with their mobile grooming unit to our driveway, my Mom took Casey out and they brought her inside when she was "done."  Except, they didn't do a very good job at all.  She still had lotsa matts and didn't look good at all.  Last year, a woman, Pam, came over and picked Casey up and took her home and did her nails and groomed her really nice and gave her a bath.  She came home all way pretty and I even told her so!  This year, my Mom called Pam the groomy lady, to see if she would do Casey and Pam said "of course".  So that day, she was supposed to be here around 9:30 to pick her up, but she never showed.  My Mom called a few times and Pam never even returned her call.  My Mom called her some names I won't repeat.&lt;br /&gt;  So a few days ago she sat down with the "Yellow Pages" (if you don't know what they are, ask your people, I had to ask).  Most of the people listed in the Pet Grooming section don't do cats.  They kept tellin' my Mom that they're too hard to work with.  She finally found a Vet dr. place that has a groomer and called and the lady seemed real nice, said of course they do cats, so my Mom took Casey over on friday morning. The lady said they'd probably do a Lion Cut.&lt;br /&gt;   Brought her back later that day and boy did that lady do a bad job.  Poor Casey looks like a stuffed animal that somebody with a hacksaw came after.  Her fur is all choppy, different lengths, with longer tufts just jutting out.  Her fur, what she has left, is all crooked and funny looking.  I've tried to be nice and not tell her how bad she looks 'cause I don't want her to feel embarassed.  They even cut her whiskers!!!  Those stupid people, cat's are not supposed to have their whiskers cut!  So now every time my Mom sits down, Casey is tryin' to sit on her lap.  my Mom says she's probly cold.  I told my Mom she better not let anybody do that to my fur or I'll rip off their arm, then run away!  I was gonna take a picture of Casey and post it so you all can see how goofy she looks, but my Mom says that's not nice.  I'll try to get one later and maybe post it tomorrow when she's not lookin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good everybody is doin' good.  I'm tryin' to catch up on at least reading blogs.  I'm not taking time to comment 'cause if I did I'd NEVER catch up.  Miss you all and I'll try to post and read more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4942714919840228814?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4942714919840228814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4942714919840228814&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4942714919840228814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4942714919840228814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-12th.html' title='June 12th'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-38801129259273839</id><published>2010-04-10T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:32:35.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we are so lazy</title><content type='html'>we here in the Mitten state have been very lazy 'bout bloggin'.  my Mom gets home from her work feelin' tired and sad (that's a whole story we won't go into much.) and doesn't want to sit more at the computer after bein' at one all day.  on the weekends she's busy doin' home stuff, bills, and computer stuff and cleanin' and goin' to the store for food and doin' laundry and takin' care of plants and tryin' to find time to read a book or work on her yarn stuff.  but, today I talked her into openin' up the blog for me so I can type.  aren't i doin' good??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much goin' on.  my Mom and the Dad say they are broke.  i think they are talkin' 'bout green papers, not their bones or anything.  i don't mind bein' broke, but it makes my Mom sad, so I try and cheer her up.  she says i do a good job. at night I curl up under her chin, around her neck and sleep and she says that helps her sleep, so that's a good thing.  she said it makes her happy, too, to wake up and know that i'm right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mom is done with chemo except for a drug that stops blood flow to fast growin' cells, she still gets that every other week.  but it was the other stuff that makes people feel sick and she doesn't have to have that one anymore.  so instead of goin' to the chemo place at the hospital and bein' hooked up for almost four hours, she only has to sit there for a half hour.  that's good.  her doctor said she did real good and they have to watch her now.  i can help with that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so pretty outside.  it's early Spring and the green of the leaves and grass and stuff is different than later in the year.  it's fresh and new lookin'.  the flowers are comin' up, some daffodills are bloomin' and the forsythia bushes are bloomin'.  my Mom said the peonies just popped their heads outa the dirt.  my favorites, the hostas, are growin' too.  the Dad is gonna be mean right from the beginning and wall them in with chunks of wood so I can't chew on the stems.  i told him that would look real bad and to stop bein' so fussy.  i don't chew on all of them, just the ones that grow REAL BIG.  he said i ruin them.  i just try and keep 'em trimmed so they don't grow too big.  he's a fuss budget.  (i don't know what that means, but i like callin' him that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mom was goin' through her warm weather clothes to pull out the ones she's goin' to wear this year.  she says she's not plannin' on buyin' any, that she's already got more than she needs.  unfortunately, she can't zip most of the pants up! ooh, she's gonna be mad i told you that!  but she's been stressed out and when she's stressed she eats chocolate.  it made her gain some weight.  but, she's already started back on her low carbohidrate eatin' plan so she's already losin' some.  i still think she looks good, but she says she looks fat.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've had a lot of bisitors over lately.  the Dad has a guy who takes pictures who's gonna trade him pictures for some jewelry for his wife.  there is a woman who is going to build him a new website (with those new pictures!) and trade too.  there's a couple other new people who have been here and i haven't been so jumpy like i used to be.  it used to be that i would right away run upstairs and hide under the bed, but now i kinda hang around in the other room, just so i can hear what's goin' on.  i guess i got brave instead of bein' kinda wimpy.  my Mom says she's proud of me.  all the birds my Mom likes to feed are back.  the chickadees are the most important ones and they're back.  they sing every morning and we listen to them every morning after the alarm goes off before we get up.  my Mom put a whole bunch of my fur in the bushes, like she always does in the spring, so they can use it to pad their nests.  at least one time, they built their whole nest out of fur.  no grass or sticks or nothin'.  just fur.  it was tiny and really, really cool.  the goldfinches are back too.  they are so pretty, all bright yellow and black.  they look like party decorations, not birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm goin' to help my Mom heat up leftovers for dinner.  they go to JJ Fatts on friday for dinner.  for 4.99 my Mom gets a 1/2 pound burger with cheese and a HUGE order of fries and a big glass of pop.  the Dad gets the hot dog special.  they only eat half and bring the rest home and have it for saturday dinner.  my Mom says it very ekanomikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we have excitement to look forward to - more Red Wings games!! yea Wings!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-38801129259273839?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/38801129259273839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=38801129259273839&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/38801129259273839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/38801129259273839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-so-lazy.html' title='we are so lazy'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6154019773839777541</id><published>2010-02-13T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:34:36.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Almost Balentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, it's almost Balentine's Day!  We have a friend, Pam, who opened up her own store in Berkley a couple of months ago.  It's cool, accessories at fair prices.  Really nice scarves and purses and hats and jewlery (of course some of the Dad's, for men and women).  The Dad stopped by there today to say hello and brought home some rad black and white gloves for my Mom and a pretty cool hat in a really bright color.  She tried it on and frowned at herself in the mirror, but she said that if it's really cold out she would definitely wear it to keep warm.  The Dad also brought home from Pam's some chocolates and what my Mom says are super good cookies.  Some are covered in chocolate, she moaned when she ate one of those.  The others have stuff in them, like chunks of chocolate and she hasn't tried those yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to go to the vet doctor today.  I got there and DR. CINDY AND DAWN THE TECH WERE NOT THERE!  Those two are the best and I had to put up with two people I never met before.  They were fine, but they wern't Dr. Cindy and Dawn.  They combed my fur and used electric clippers to shave a part off that looks really stupid now.  Dr. Cindy and Dawn wouldn't have done that. Then they stuck a needle in my bladder to take out pee to check.  My special food is to keep crystals and stones from forming, but it could work too good and make my pee wrong so it would hurt my kidneys.  So I have to get checked every six months.  We actually ran out of my crunchy food Wednesday night.  So I had to live through Thursday and Friday without my food.  My Mom tried feeding me wet food that I don't like.  She did open a can of tuna and I ate some of that.  But that just doesn't fill me up like my crunchies do.  Thankfully we came home today with a big bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I didn't get my Mom anything for Balentine's Day.  She told me she didn't want me to.  That we need to be careful with our green papers. (I heard how much it cost at the vet doctors today and my ears went straight up.  That was an awful lot of money!)  She said her present is knowing I'm healthy.  And I admit, that is a nice present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I haven't much liked our weather.  I can't even get into the condo.  The ramp is really deep with snow and I can't walk thru it.  If the Dad cared about me and Casey, he'd clean it off.  But, it will be Spring pretty soon and our winter hasn't been that bad.  Not like some places where they got two feet of snow in one day.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Mom is makin' that stupid turkey meatball soup for their dinner tomorrow.  What ever happened to makin' salmon? That's healthy and it tastes real good.  What?  She said she wants something that will make the house smell good when it's cookin' and make leftovers too.  Apparently soup will do that and salmon won't.  Sigh. (Maybe she remembered to get me cod for Balentine's Day??????)  I'll be real nice to her tonight so she'll feel guilty if she didn't and go out tomorrow to the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Mom and her friends that she's known forever and she goes away with them for four days every summer went out for lunch a few weeks ago to plan this year's trip.  They decided to go to the place they were going to go last summer but my Mom had to cancel 'cause she started her chemology.  Brown County Indiana at the end of July.  Her chemology has gone real good.  Her hair is gettin' pretty thin, but she hasn't had hardly any side effects and she'll be able to stop it soon.  She can't wait 'cause it makes her feel real tired and kinda sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, that's all for now.  I'm gonna go have some more crunchies.  It's terrible when they run out of your favorite food, that you eat every day.  How rude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Balentines Day to everyone!  Lots of purrs and head butts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6154019773839777541?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6154019773839777541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6154019773839777541&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6154019773839777541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6154019773839777541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-almost-balentines-day.html' title='Happy Almost Balentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8986125832352721522</id><published>2009-12-29T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:24:32.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost the end of the Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know where the year went, do you? all of a sudden it's almost 2010. my Mom had a fun day today. she had lunch with a friend, then they went to a new store in our city, Berkley. It's called Hope's Chest. a friend of the Dad and my Mom owns it and she sells akcessories that are not expensive. but they're really nice. very hip and tasteful my Mom says. we all hope the store does well. plus my Mom went to lunch at a new restaurant called "Hogger's". yup, it's a lot of pork stuff, but other stuff too, like burgers and chicken. my Mom wasn't very hungry so she ordered a side of macaroni and cheese and collard greens. she said it was very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's cold. only 24 degrees today, but the sun is out, so it makes the snow shine. we don't have very much, just enough so i don't want to walk in the yard. makes my toes too cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;did anybody see the thing on HBO about the annieversery of the rock and roll hall of fame? we watched it on our DVR and it's really, really good. if you haven't seen it but get HBO watch for it to play again. it's worth seeing. my Mom and me were dancing in our seat last night when we watched it. 'specially the Bruce Springsteen parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we have no 'citement to report. my Mom is still gettin' poizon in her veins. the doctor said things are lookin' good, the scans show things are a tiny bit smaller, not bigger, so that's real good news. the Dad's van has some broken stuff on it that will take lots of green papers to fix, so it'll be a little while before the fixin' gets done. i'm 'sposed to go to the vet dr. and get my pee checked, I hope my Mom puts that off 'cause of green papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ooh, ooh, ooh, i got a joke for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sylvester Stallone, Tony Danza and Arnold Schwartzenegger are sittin' around one night in a bar, havin' a beer and talkin'. they decide they want to do a musical together. they each take home a few scripts and decide to meet in a few days for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;they meet for lunch and find out that they all liked the same script. it's about some famous musical composers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stallone says "I'll be Beethoven", Danza says "I'll be Motzart" and Schwartzenegger says "I'll be Bach."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well. i'm gonna go help my Mom in the kitchen. hope you liked my joke, let me know. if I don't talk to you before, you have a happy and safe New Year's Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hugs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Edsel the Pooch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8986125832352721522?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8986125832352721522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8986125832352721522&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8986125832352721522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8986125832352721522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-end-of-year.html' title='almost the end of the Year!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-9127404279427677133</id><published>2009-09-22T17:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:40:35.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's officially Fall.  it wasn't much of a summer anyway, but now the calendar says it's 'ficially fall. it's been pretty cool at night (good cuddle with my Mom weather!)  my Mom is feelin' pretty good.  she gets poizen every other week, but she hasn't had any throwin' up or stuff.  just feelin' real tired.  so we're real happy.  her doctor says it's 'cause she's so healthy and strong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom has been cookin' really creepy food.  last sunday she made turkey meatball soup.  why i ask you, would ANYONE make, let alone EAT, turkey meatball soup????? the Dad likes it, but he's a really easy guy to feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i almost caught a chip last night.  i was THIS close it nabbin' it. but then i wouldn't have known what to do with it.  they're too cute to hurt (my stupid sister Casey is laughin at me, she catches 'em so she can eat them RAW.  makes me sick to think 'bout that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom mentioned that Christmas is comin' pretty soon.  that makes my head hurt, but she's right, it'll be here before we know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the Dad is showin' his new work, jewelry and Judaica, at an art show on October 6th.  he and my Mom have been really busy makin' stuff to sell at the show and at some galleries close by.  his new stuff is really nice.  i'll try to post a couple of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hope everybody is doin' good.  i haven't been able to read many blogs 'cause my Mom says "no time, no time....." but i'm gonna try to MAKE her let me.  i miss you guys......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-9127404279427677133?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/9127404279427677133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=9127404279427677133&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/9127404279427677133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/9127404279427677133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6955645617561858555</id><published>2009-08-16T17:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:08:43.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boy time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's hot here, over 90 degrees. i know to some of you, 90 is nothing, but here in the Mitten state that's pretty hot. yesterday was Dream Cruise day, when all the people who have old, rickety cars take them out on this street called Woodward &lt;em&gt;......what?.....oh, my Mom says the cars arent' rickety, they're just old and that the people who own them take really good care of them 'cause most of 'em are worth lotsa money and they're cool......whatever.....&lt;/em&gt; anyway, they take all these cars to this street that's pretty close to our house and drive back and forth and all kindsa people stand and sit on the side of the road and scream at them, I don't know why. but it's really LOUD 'cause a lota the cars have really big engines and souped up parts, I don't know the teknikal names for them, but I'm really glad it's over, it was TOO LOUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom has been gettin' poizen in her veins every other Thursday and so far she hasn't had hardly any side effects so we're real happy 'bout that. her hair is fallin' out just a tiny bit, so that's good too. we don't know when she has a test to see how it's workin', she says she hopes to find out this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we have about a zillion chipmunks in our yard, so if anybody wants a couple, send me a little box with your address on it and....&lt;em&gt;what?.......why not?.............you don't know that for sure........well, crap..... &lt;/em&gt;my Mom said to unregard what I just said. that we can't ship chips in boxes that there's rule 'bout shippin' live things. i think she's makin' it up, but she says it's all the way true and she'll take me to a website and show me if I want. I might make her do that 'cause I think she just doesn't wanna share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we're havin' another crummy meal tonight. some kinda pork burger with garlic and fresh ginger and teriakey sauce. it smells just awful. she's puttin' 'em on the barbeque and that's good, keep as much of that smell out of the house as possible. and of course she can't be bothered to throw some fish on the grill. i'm tellin' you, I may need to move somewhere else. they don't take very good care of me here. oops. my Mom gave me a mean look. i take it back. they take REALLY GOOD care of me here. you all know that. and i appreciate it tons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Calico Mom Toni loves her job at the shelter. my Mom is very jealous of that job, bein' able to help so many kitties. in fact she said she's gonna look around here to see if anybody would like her help to do somethin' like that. of course she'd need to get paid, so that might be a problem. but at least she can ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the birdies and squirrels are spending lots of time in our birdbaths, drinkin' water. it's very dry and they are so happy to be able to pull up to our little "ponds." I like watchin' them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess thats' all the news for now.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SoiCztc84-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yfFl8AxpUCs/s1600-h/catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370686380525282274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SoiCztc84-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yfFl8AxpUCs/s320/catnip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this here is a picture of me with some of the fresh catnip that's growin' in our yard. my Mom and the Dad were worried that it would attract other kitties but so far it hasn't. it's reallll good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6955645617561858555?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6955645617561858555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6955645617561858555&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6955645617561858555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6955645617561858555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/08/boy-time-flies.html' title='boy time flies'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SoiCztc84-I/AAAAAAAAARQ/yfFl8AxpUCs/s72-c/catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2039119977558916285</id><published>2009-06-14T17:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:05:35.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of June already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SjVvwalqUcI/AAAAAAAAARI/IDH2TSRVmoY/s1600-h/chair+with+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347303010134020546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SjVvwalqUcI/AAAAAAAAARI/IDH2TSRVmoY/s320/chair+with+glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everybody! Time sure does go by fast. I'll try to do short updates of what's goin' on here. My Mom got poizun put in her veins on Tuesday. She only went to work for a few hours Wednesday and Thursday, then came home for a long weekend that involved lotsa sleepin'. she's very happy that she didn't get real sicky from it, just very, very, very tired. she even had trouble watchin' the hockey games 'cause she kept dozin' off. Wednesday night she was in the bathroom for a long time. i'm not sure what she was doin', i just know she wasn't happy. but since then, she's eatin' whatever she wants, her appetite came back. she still looks the same too. and Friday she changed doctors. she didn't like the new chemologist that she had. he didn't call in a pill she needed to the drug store and did not explain things good. her new doctor she said is very nice and explains everything real good. so she has to have poizun put in her every other week, three times. then she'll have a test to see if she needs more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to go to the vet dr. this week too. i needed my pee checked to make sure i still needed to be on special food plus bloodworks. i lost a little more weight and Dr. Cindy wants to make sure everything is okay, so they took most of my blood out of me. Then Tabitha and Dr. Cindy combed and combed and combed me 'till they got all the old fur and little mats out. my Mom says i look "sleek and studly" now (I didn't before????) that picture up there is me after we got home, loungin' on the back porch and enjoying my mat free fur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And, as some of you noticed and sent me nice wishes, it was my purrthday this week. I'm twelbe whole years old! my Mom said we'd try to celebrate this weekend, but today she asked if I minded if we waited another day or two when she has more enerjie. heck no, that's fine with me, just so we do it sometime. i don't want my Mom to get overtired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SjVuvunffRI/AAAAAAAAARA/iaD168-1_Mc/s1600-h/pork+roast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347301898818911506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SjVuvunffRI/AAAAAAAAARA/iaD168-1_Mc/s320/pork+roast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this picture is of a pork roast my Mom made a couple weeks ago on the barbeque. everybody who's seen it has said it looks yummy, so i thought i'd show you all. personally, i'd rather see fish comin' off that barbeque. the butcher at the store she bought it from was really acited that she was actually put all kindsa stuff on it, not just bottled barbeque sauce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think my Mom is callin' for pizza today. yuck. i bet they won't even consider a shrimp pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2039119977558916285?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2039119977558916285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2039119977558916285&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2039119977558916285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2039119977558916285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/06/middle-of-june-already.html' title='Middle of June already'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SjVvwalqUcI/AAAAAAAAARI/IDH2TSRVmoY/s72-c/chair+with+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2753711371862560094</id><published>2009-05-23T17:21:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:54:05.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we've been soooo bizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi! i'm sorry i don't post more often, but we have all been very, very bizzy. The Dad was in a show where he could sell the stuff he makes, so he was very busy makin' new jewelry and things that hold prayers in people's doorways. it was all really pretty and my Mom helped ahead of time and at the show. Lotsa people liked his stuff and took it home. This week my Mom was out of town for two days. i didn't like that. she had to make four speeches in one day. that was a lot. and she's got somethin', maybe, happenin' in her head. maybe. she had one test that &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhrbW1ZJeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z6mXwMp-z1Q/s1600-h/yard523093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339135475977889250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhrbW1ZJeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z6mXwMp-z1Q/s320/yard523093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;showed she did - really, really tiny little spots. but there was a board of people at the hospital who insisted she have another test to see for sure what those spots are before they started doing more stuff to her head. so that's good. we'll know tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;meanwhile, the Dad has been workin' in the yard, it looks real pretty. i took some pictures to show you. he's kinda mad at me 'cause they have a REALLY BIG hosta plant and it's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only one in the yard that i chew on. i chew right thru the stems and all the leaves fall off. i don't know why i chew on that one. it's just my favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's a picture of us, me and the hosta and one of the hosta by itself. i'm sorry if i hurt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhsEVDDnZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/B1lWrwCRl-Y/s1600-h/yard523094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339136179872963986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhsEVDDnZI/AAAAAAAAAQw/B1lWrwCRl-Y/s320/yard523094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a thing that my Mom is really, really happy 'bout is that the Chickadees came back to the little birdhouse in the front yard. every day she's been seein' 'em fly in and out of the house. one, we think the Dad, brings seeds to one inside, we think the Mom. my Mom puts safflower seed out special for the chickadees and the cardinals. the squirrels, who will eat anything that isn't glued down, don't like safflower, so she makes sure her favorite birds always have somehin' to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's one more picuture of the back yard. it shows some pretty purple flowers we have. i think my Mom calls 'em allyums or somethin',&lt;/span&gt; but they're real nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhuXQp0fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HxRUNd-e9vo/s1600-h/yard523092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339138704134143538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhuXQp0fjI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HxRUNd-e9vo/s320/yard523092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been forcin' my Mom to let me visit blogs, i'm tryin' to keep up. it's stupid being "too bizzy." if anybody has anything really acitin', if you post a little comment on my blog, i'll make sure to come over and check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hugs to everybody from me, edsel the pooch&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2753711371862560094?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2753711371862560094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2753711371862560094&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2753711371862560094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2753711371862560094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/05/weve-been-soooo-bizzy.html' title='we&apos;ve been soooo bizzy'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ShhrbW1ZJeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z6mXwMp-z1Q/s72-c/yard523093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4078164727181731420</id><published>2009-04-18T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:54:11.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spring has sprung!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SepXohbqw_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/TUqCbTvAgZ0/s1600-h/catnip+4-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326165862999835634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SepXohbqw_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/TUqCbTvAgZ0/s320/catnip+4-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it has been a beautiful day today. warm and sunny. the yard is full of green things growin', it's so cool. my Mom and me walked around the yard today checkin' stuff out. she and the Dad are busy gettin' ready for a show where they think they'll sell lotsa the Dad's cool stuff, so nobody has time to work outside. but the show is on May 6th, so that will leave lotsa time after to get things spiffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and looky, looky, looky! i think i told everybody when the Dad's friend Keith brought over catnip plants that he dug up from his father's yard. they survived the winter!!! i'm so happy. when my Mom and i were walking round toay, we found that both clumps are growin'!!! oh yea! fresh catnip whenever i want. last year we didn't get a bunch of catnip thieves comin' in the yard tryin' to eat it all. i&lt;/span&gt; hope we don't this year either. it's so nice and tender and fresh right now. baby leaves and all.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Dad calls it "home grown."  i don't know why he calls it that like it's somethin' special....... what?  oh, he said the dry stuff you get in the store is dry and kinda icky and our home grown is so fresh and almost minty smellin'.  that makes sense.  home grown is much better.  and it should smell minty, it's real name is Catmint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, my Mom is makin' leftovers from goin' out for dinner yesterday for dinner today. tomorrow she's gonna cook. she's been cookin' more than she has in a while, but it's mostly stuff i don't 'specially like. like chicken. she's makin' that tomorrow. i think she should make fish, but she says she wants leftovers and fish isn't always good left over. the Dad really likes left overs, and that way she can cook one meal and it's good for two or three days. that's good plannin' i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm gonna go watch the hockey game. we're gonna beat those jacket men again, i just know it. YEA Wings, the Wings are KINGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4078164727181731420?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4078164727181731420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4078164727181731420&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4078164727181731420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4078164727181731420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-has-sprung.html' title='spring has sprung!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SepXohbqw_I/AAAAAAAAAQY/TUqCbTvAgZ0/s72-c/catnip+4-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6408604072584515529</id><published>2009-03-14T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:31:21.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this Sunday the signs have to be on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry to lead you wrong last week.  i just know the Dad's signs will be on tv THIS Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6408604072584515529?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6408604072584515529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6408604072584515529&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6408604072584515529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6408604072584515529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-sunday-signs-have-to-be-on-tv.html' title='this Sunday the signs have to be on TV'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8455839656790338236</id><published>2009-03-08T13:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:53:50.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dad's stuff on National TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SbQF45bZWpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ttK-XVawjRs/s1600-h/Ironwood+Sign+#3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876335623199378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SbQF45bZWpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ttK-XVawjRs/s320/Ironwood+Sign+%233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SbQEv_C15_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/PkIRAr04N4c/s1600-h/Engraved+Sign+#17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Dad got a commission in the fall to make two signs, one for each team on that tv show of Donald Trump called "Celebrity Apprentice." Since the first episode of this season was on last week and the two teams picked their names, we think the signs will make their daybew on tonight's show. So if you watch, you might see the Dad's cool signs that he made for them. He's pretty acited. this pitcher is sign he made out of ironwood and turquoise.  my Mom faked my name on it.  usually the names are laser engraved or in nice brass or aluminum letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8455839656790338236?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8455839656790338236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8455839656790338236&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8455839656790338236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8455839656790338236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/03/dads-stuff-on-national-tv.html' title='The Dad&apos;s stuff on National TV'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SbQF45bZWpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ttK-XVawjRs/s72-c/Ironwood+Sign+%233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2276120552705219796</id><published>2009-02-13T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:58:27.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is balentines day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SZYkrC-dVPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/i5ZVI72RlMk/s1600-h/Happy+Valentine"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302465933227152626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SZYkrC-dVPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/i5ZVI72RlMk/s320/Happy+Valentine%27s+Day+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is me when i was a little younger, smaller and (Casey says) cuter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all i know is that i gots lotsa red hearts and they'll help me wish all of my wonderful friends a very, very Happy Balentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hugs and Smooches to all (especially to my Tuxedo Gun Moll Boni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2276120552705219796?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2276120552705219796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2276120552705219796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2276120552705219796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2276120552705219796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow-is-balentines-day.html' title='tomorrow is balentines day!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SZYkrC-dVPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/i5ZVI72RlMk/s72-c/Happy+Valentine%27s+Day+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-718049377424997232</id><published>2008-12-31T16:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:27:58.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't understand why so many beans make such a big fuss 'bout today and tomorrow.  the "date" changes my Mom tells me, but so what?  beans make all kindsa rezolushuns and don't keep 'em what what i hear.  oh well.  they have to occupy themselves with something i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we're havin' the traditional pizza, salad and broasted chicken tonight.  and lox and bagels tomorrow.  i sure hope there's gonna be some cod in there somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, an update.  the box for the digital thermometer turned up, so the thermometer is back in it's "bed."  but that nasty butter is still missin'.  it is still a big mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's very cold, 17 degrees right now and gettin' colder.  i'm sure glad i have a nice, warm home and that my Mom and the Dad love us.  last night while watching DVRd tv shows (my Mom is a House addict.  does anyone know who shot him and why and why his leg is still so bad?) my Mom rubbed my tummy for so long that her hand started to sweat and got my furs all damp and creepy.  i hope she doesn't do that again.  there is a limit to how much tummy rubbin' is good, for gosh sakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gotta go.  HAPPY NEW YEAR to all!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-718049377424997232?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/718049377424997232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=718049377424997232&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/718049377424997232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/718049377424997232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5102771738970973894</id><published>2008-12-27T17:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:20:52.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas two days late and a BIG MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SVamgEAUUHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hoUW1oCo7w0/s1600-h/butter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284594282526953586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SVamgEAUUHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hoUW1oCo7w0/s320/butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah, we're so slow. it certainly isn't MY fault. i kept remindin' my Mom all day that we needed to wish everybody a Merry Chrissymouse, but she just kept rushin' around doin' stuff with food and cleanin' stuff too. what a bore. AND YOU KNOW WHAT???? she didn't even take any pictures of me and Casey on Chrissymouse. she said she can do that anytime as long as the tree is still up, but that would be fakin' it and I don't like that idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG Mystery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tho.  see that picture?  it's a simulation of the actual event.  on Chrissymouse afternoon, my Mom cut half a stick of butter and put in on a plate Just Like This One.  The whole box of butter sticks had been on the counter 'cause she thought she might bake &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; batch of cookies. (she should look at herself in the mirror first, i'm just sayin'......)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyway, because the butter was real soft, she thought she put it in the room that serves as the Dad's office space (as opposed to his studio space) 'cause they close the heat vent and keep the door shut.  he doesn't spend much time in there in the winter, so they figure they might as well save the heat. it's kinda like a not real cold refrigamator and she thought the butter could stand to firm up a little. she also took the digital meat thermometer out of the cupboard where it lives,to use it.  she thought she put the box on the counter, sort of pushed to the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;later, when the dinner was ready, my Mom went to get the butter, she couldn't find it. anywhere. my aunt barbara helped look and she couldn't find it either.  so my Mom got some more out of the refrigermator and nuked it for a few seconds so people could spread it on their bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, when the ladies were cleanin' up all the dishes and food stuff, while the lazy guys sat at the table and talked, she looked for the box for the thermometer.  it wasn't there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;later yet, when it was time to open presents, she went to get the camera, but it wasn't where she thought she had set it down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;she found the camera yesterday and recreated the butter dish in a photo.  she wants everyone to be on alert for the sneaky thing.  and also for the thermometer box.  it's white.  it's from Radio Shack.  she's very perplexed.  where could they have gone?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(personally, her memory has gotten so bad i think she just put the stuff someplace weird and they'll find it in the middle of summer of somethin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I told her I'd do my best to help find the missin' stuff, but if all you poodins could help, that would be a good thing.  i don't want her to think she's goin' crazy or somethin' .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tomorrow i'll write more and tell you about my Secret Paw and other presents. I hope everycat had a Wonderful Chrissymouse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5102771738970973894?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5102771738970973894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5102771738970973894&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5102771738970973894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5102771738970973894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-two-days-late-and-big.html' title='Merry Christmas two days late and a BIG MYSTERY'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SVamgEAUUHI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/hoUW1oCo7w0/s72-c/butter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7910203112354035902</id><published>2008-11-30T16:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:48:28.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/STMGilGNoEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Huf-5H7Qw8k/s1600-h/snow2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274566779724472386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/STMGilGNoEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Huf-5H7Qw8k/s320/snow2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom says "where does the time go so quickly??" I say "well, stay home from work" then she gives me all kinda reasons why she can't do that, most of which involve makin' green papers. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is stuff that got snowed on last week. It melted, but it's snowin' right now. i don't like it. my Mom opened the porch door so I could go outside, but it made my feet all wet and cold so I came back in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom says that Santa Cat will be comin' in a few weeks, so that's kinda 'citin'. i asked if we could put the tree up, but she said not yet. i said I thought it was time but she said the Dad doesn't like to put it up this early. oh well, I tried. I checked with my Mom to see if she has anythin' much planned over the hollydays and she said no, that she was plannin' on spendin' as much time as she can with me!!!! WoW, I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tomorrow is december 1st. Hope everybody has a great month! Be good so Santa Cat will come to your house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7910203112354035902?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7910203112354035902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7910203112354035902&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7910203112354035902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7910203112354035902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-almost-monday.html' title='it&apos;s almost Monday'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/STMGilGNoEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Huf-5H7Qw8k/s72-c/snow2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8985362275542542818</id><published>2008-11-09T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T16:23:53.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mom is being weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;does anybody know who or what a Muddy Waters is??  my Mom was lookin' for music to play while she spent allllll yesterday and already a bunch of today cleanin' the kitchen for gosh sake.  they have this really big cd player and they're always findin' stuff in it and say "oh, i forgot we had this".  anyway, yesterday she found somethin' called Muddy Waters (which seems kinda stupid to listen to when you're cleanin'.  why would you want somethin' muddy?? so she's been walkin' real fast around the house in a circle, with the music blastin', punching her left hand in the air towards the ceilin' and kickin' her right foot in front, then her right hand toward the ceilin' and her left foot kicks out front.  she calls it exercise and says it's perfect music for that and that she's gonna do it every day at night when she gets home.  well.  it's kinda loud and nerve racking, but if she wants to do that, what can i do?  she's goin' out of town again this week to give another speech, someplace called george-a.  but she'll only be gone one night.  and, she's been combin' my back really good every day so i don't get those funny mats anymore (but I am still a stud!)  hope everybody is doin' good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8985362275542542818?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8985362275542542818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8985362275542542818&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8985362275542542818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8985362275542542818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-mom-is-being-weird.html' title='my Mom is being weird'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5945645122486792656</id><published>2008-10-25T16:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:14:44.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a weird week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SQOCGi__F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYB6sLZc5_4/s1600-h/keith"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261191838684878770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SQOCGi__F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYB6sLZc5_4/s320/keith%27s+catnip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi, i finally talked my Mom into lettin' me post. "busy, busy, busy" is all i hear these days. my Mom did have to go on a short, creepy trip yesterday. she had to get up at FOUR AM to leave the house by 5:15 to drive to someplace called "ohio"......isn't that where Max usta live???? I think he called it "evil ohio." anyway, there were road closings and detours and drivin' rain and lotsa trucks. she didn't get home 'till 4:30 pm after lotsa drivin' and she was whipped.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that is me up there. a guy the Dad and my Mom know named Keith brought two HUGE clumps of catnip from his dad's yard for us to plant. I claimed this one. even tho' it doesn't look like much now, next spring and summer it will be lucious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to go to see Dr. Cindy on Monday. when my Mom went there to buy my special food so I don't get rocks in my belly again, the front desk lady meanly told her that they had a rule that my pee has to be checked every 6 months to make sure i still need the special food. she almost wouldn't sell ANY food to her, not even a tiny bag! so my Mom made an appointment for me and we went in. they took me in the back where all the 'mportant work is done and asked my Mom to come too. she'd never been back there before during the day. Dr. Cindy was actually operatin' on a cat! right there in front of us!!!! then they put an ultrasound thingy on my belly so they could see my tiny bladder and then stuck a HUGE needle in to take pee out to test it. my Mom helped them hold me down, but I tried to be very good 'cause i knew they were tryin' to help me, not hurt me. my pee was fine, so my Mom got to buy more food. then Dr. Cindy came in and sat on the floor and coaxed me out of the corner and brushed and combed and brushed me and took a HUMONGOUS pile of fur offa me. my Mom was so impressed. i'm soft as a baby bunny now. oh, and my Mom was tellin' Dr. Cindy that i get these weird flat mats on my back, right in front of my tail.  Dr. Cindy said that some boy kitties, even tho' they get their hoo ha's removed, have a lot of manliness left, and we manufacture extra oil from our oil glands and get somethin' that they call "stud tail".  so that's what i have - stud tail, and that's why i get those funky mats.  then i got my rabid shot and we went home. it was a harrowing trip, but my Mom said i was very, very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the weather hasn't been very good. it's all gloomy and dark today, with a little rain. only 46 degrees. but, that's better than the Piney Woods kitties have. i looked at the weather in the newspaper this morning and they have temperatures in the 30's at night. brrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, hope everybody is good. i gotta run, my Mom said if I wanta go outside anymore today i better go now 'cause she's closin' the back door soon, that she has stuff to do and can't watch me all day. i didn't ask her to watch me.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5945645122486792656?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5945645122486792656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5945645122486792656&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5945645122486792656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5945645122486792656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-i-finally-talked-my-mom-into-lettin.html' title='it&apos;s been a weird week'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SQOCGi__F7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/ZYB6sLZc5_4/s72-c/keith%27s+catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5804363388711733910</id><published>2008-10-05T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:54:01.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm so bad, i'm so bad, i'm bad, i'm bad, i'm bad.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;some of you may recognize that as a song. my Mom sings it to me. the reason i'm bad is 'cause i've been too lazy to blog. my Mom says she's been too busy and i've been too lazy to make her. anyway, we apologize.&lt;br /&gt;my Mom had an unexpected test on her head in September and everything was fine. she also went away and did a speech. she also started a buncha cleanin' around here and it's annoying. But, she says we'll all appreciate it when she finishes it in about three years. it's gettin' real chilly here in the Mitten state. 'specially at night. brrrrr i'm glad i get to cuddle with my Mom. Casey got a buncha fur shaved off yesterday. she had such bad mats she was a disgrace to catdom. my Mom had that groomer in a van out in the Spring, but Casey doesn't take care of herself and complains when anybody else tries to, so she got shaved. just in spots. she looks really funny, all lopsided and stuff. not like me. i take impecable care of my fur. i have a couple 'a really small mats right in front of my tail on my back, but my Mom has already snipped off a couple and i'll let her do the others, not like my stupid sister who bites people who try to help her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everybody is doin' good. my Mom says maybe we'll have time to go lookin' around at blogs tomorrow night 'cause we haven't been. i hope so, i miss everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5804363388711733910?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5804363388711733910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5804363388711733910&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5804363388711733910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5804363388711733910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-bad-im-so-bad-im-bad-im-bad-im.html' title='i&apos;m so bad, i&apos;m so bad, i&apos;m bad, i&apos;m bad, i&apos;m bad.....'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6784153551162233419</id><published>2008-09-13T16:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:35:22.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SMwjsjZAYPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sReyVS7ZS7I/s1600-h/elaines+b+&amp;amp;+w+kitties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245606914301124850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SMwjsjZAYPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sReyVS7ZS7I/s320/elaines+b+%26+w+kitties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes it's my Mom's fault when we don't post. this time it was mine. everytime she sat at the computer and said "okay, let's blog" i was too tired. she said i was lazy. whatever. it's very dreary and rainy here. the Dad says the rain is coming too late, that all the stuff that grows that was hurt by no rain is too far gone. but our 'mportant stuff is alive 'cause he watered it with the sprinkler. he said he couldn't do everything 'cause we'd go broke and they wouldn't be able to buy us any food!! oh, that would have been awful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom has to write a speech this week 'cause she's goin' to a place called Chikago soon and has to give the speech. i think that means she has to say it for a bunch of people! that sounds scary to me. i'll stay home and protect the house and all our stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom's friend sent her a bunch of pictures, most of them out of the book "Why Paint Cats". we've posted some pics from there before. but this one is one we haven't seen and my Mom loves it of course 'cause it black and white. my Mom keeps threatenin' to do somethin' like this to me.  i don't know if i'd like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, hope everybody is doin' good.  i don't keep up very well, but will try to do better.  have a great last part of September!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6784153551162233419?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6784153551162233419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6784153551162233419&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6784153551162233419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6784153551162233419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bad.html' title='my bad'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SMwjsjZAYPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/sReyVS7ZS7I/s72-c/elaines+b+%26+w+kitties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5353013748826974031</id><published>2008-08-20T21:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:23:56.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow I've been gone a long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where have i been? here. i've just been tryin' to spend as much time as i can in the yard, which means i'm not by the computer when my Mom is, so i haven't been able to blog. sigh. but we're okay! my Mom had a great time on her trip to Ohio. she's so happy that both her trips this summer were such a success. we had to post a couple of our friends in Idaho.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzBbNDxJBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lnOFI2Ip0-M/s1600-h/Precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236773139831137298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzBbNDxJBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lnOFI2Ip0-M/s320/Precious.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this here is Miss Precious Flower. my Mom said she is "pretty as a picture." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzAiaxnpUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqVsoZossdw/s1600-h/Mittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236772164260570434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzAiaxnpUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bqVsoZossdw/s320/Mittens.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and this here is Miss Mittens. my Mom's sleepin' buddy. i wasn't too happy to hear that at first, but my Mom said it was a good thing, it kept her from bein' too lonesome for me, and that I should thank Mittens for bein' so nice. so i do. Thank You Mittens for takin' care of my Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom also had a good time on her trip to Ohio with her three friends she's known forever. but, she's home now. doesn't go away until next month to Chicago, and that's just for one night. She's hopin' to become a "secret shopper" so we'll keep you posted on that adventure. and, finally, I have to show you somethin' that made the Dad really upset. i don't know WHY. it's MY hosta, they said so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzCVCEErRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fmj0fkwfmbU/s1600-h/chewed+hosta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236774133312040210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzCVCEErRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/fmj0fkwfmbU/s320/chewed+hosta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was HUGE.  you notice i say "was".  it was takin' over the yard and i had to do some very necessary trimmin' on it as obviously the Dad was not bein' very diligent.  so i cut it back a little bit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it IS MY hosta, after all.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm goin' to eat some Cod, i smell it and i better get it before my poopy sister butts in (did you notice how i worked the word "butt" in there without my Mom noticin'??  i'm not supposed to use that word in a sentence 'bout my sister.  my Mom said so......or maybe it's "poopy" i'm not 'sposed to say?.?.?........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5353013748826974031?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5353013748826974031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5353013748826974031&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5353013748826974031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5353013748826974031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-ive-been-gone-long-time.html' title='wow I&apos;ve been gone a long time'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SKzBbNDxJBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/lnOFI2Ip0-M/s72-c/Precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5585517674693208867</id><published>2008-07-31T09:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T09:16:34.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goin' away again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SJG6oWeuvcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TnZiu9GkN48/s1600-h/P1010001ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229165844745862594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SJG6oWeuvcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TnZiu9GkN48/s320/P1010001ID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, she's off again. this trip is with her friends she's known a very long time that they take every summer. they've been to Stratford and Niagara Falls and Tobermory on the Bruce Penninsula. this year they're goin' to Ohio. why, I'm not sure. only for a few days, she'll be back on Sunday, so that's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since i don't get to go, i can only look at what's already happened.  this beautiful picture is the Big Piney Woods house.  look at all the pretty fowlers!  my Mom said one of the most interesting things is that they don't have a furnace.  they heat with a wood stove and a backup heater.  with all that snow!  maybe it acts like a blanket and keeps 'em warm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, bye Mom, have a good time.  i'll miss you.  again............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5585517674693208867?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5585517674693208867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5585517674693208867&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5585517674693208867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5585517674693208867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/07/goin-away-again.html' title='goin&apos; away again'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SJG6oWeuvcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/TnZiu9GkN48/s72-c/P1010001ID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5792124173596908874</id><published>2008-07-13T16:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:14:49.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday and my Mom is still home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHpvy2XTsHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3ObJ31NBLS0/s1600-h/P1010010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222609637266927730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHpvy2XTsHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3ObJ31NBLS0/s320/P1010010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i get a little worried that she'll take off again, but she's been doin' house stuff - bringin' groceries in and changin' sheets and washin' laundry. she bought a new barbeque yesterday 'cause our old one died, but she's makin' smelly ribs with some stuff on them that she calls a "dry rub". all i know is it smells bad. spicy. but she said she'll have cod for me, so i'll suffer through the smelly ribs. i did get a new plate. she brought it from Idaho and it's real pretty, white with black and red designs on it. she brought the Dad some new tee shirts (i think i heard him say they're too small - they're xtra large, they sure do make tee shirts small in Idaho.) other than that, not much goin' on. Friday was the Dad's birthday, but he didn't want to do anything special. here's another picture from Idaho that my Mom asked me to post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a real pretty view from somewhere, i forgot where she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;well, i'm gonna go help with the food.  she had to "cure" the barbeque by turnin' it on high for fifteen minutes before cookin' with it.  so whatever sickiness it had is gone now.  hope everybody has had a good weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5792124173596908874?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5792124173596908874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5792124173596908874&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5792124173596908874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5792124173596908874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-and-my-mom-is-still-home.html' title='Sunday and my Mom is still home!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHpvy2XTsHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3ObJ31NBLS0/s72-c/P1010010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2230091530669326492</id><published>2008-07-09T21:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:48:09.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom is home!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHVofbPCUcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kb6GfANkihM/s1600-h/P1010018ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221194232102015426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHVofbPCUcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kb6GfANkihM/s320/P1010018ID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. my Mom had a wonderful time. she said everybody in the Big Piney Woods is soooo nice. she said Calico Mom Toni felt like a good friend and all the kitties were fun, 'specially Mittens who slept with her! (i didn't like hearin' that.....but my Mom said it was a good thing 'cause she wasn't as lonely for me that way, so i guess it's ok) she said she couldn't think of one thing that she didn't like, that everyone made her feel so welcome it was like bein' in a fairy tale! she said the weirdest thing is the pack of Alpacas down the road. do you know what an Alpaca is? i guess beans grow them for their fur. if you look over there on the left, you'll see what they look like. she had an elk steak and an elk burger to eat and said they were really good (the Calico Dad cooked 'em)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here is a picture of my Mom and Calico Mom Toni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHVpPEjw5OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oLeMDSY9ZlI/s1600-h/P1010007ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195050648659170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHVpPEjw5OI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oLeMDSY9ZlI/s320/P1010007ID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they look kinda the same size don't they?  anyway, she loved her trip and is so happy that she went.  the worst part 'bout it was leavin'.  she said she had tears in her eyes when it was time to go 'cause she doesn't know if she'll ever see any of them again and that made her sad.  but, she is happy to be back home with me, i'm glad 'bout that too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we'll post more pictures, probly tomorrow.  my Mom went back to work today (she said it was awful) and is really tired and wants to go up to bed.  yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2230091530669326492?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2230091530669326492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2230091530669326492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2230091530669326492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2230091530669326492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mom-is-home.html' title='My Mom is home!!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SHVofbPCUcI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kb6GfANkihM/s72-c/P1010018ID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5148008078648866838</id><published>2008-06-29T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:20:32.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lotsa fowlers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SGgKDCJvxwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NTVTm0ijWmk/s1600-h/front+yard+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217431215542355714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SGgKDCJvxwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NTVTm0ijWmk/s320/front+yard+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Dad's lilly's are bloomin'.  click to bigify, they're really pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5148008078648866838?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5148008078648866838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5148008078648866838&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5148008078648866838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5148008078648866838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/06/lotsa-fowlers.html' title='lotsa fowlers'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SGgKDCJvxwI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NTVTm0ijWmk/s72-c/front+yard+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1854038176907461166</id><published>2008-06-26T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:32:52.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bad tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is not happy.  she was in a lot of pain 'cause of a tooth!  she had a root canal.  i'm not sure what that is, but i do know she's complainin' 'bout how many green papers it cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1854038176907461166?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1854038176907461166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1854038176907461166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1854038176907461166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1854038176907461166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-tooth.html' title='bad tooth'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4722357785441767719</id><published>2008-06-23T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:15:50.899-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mom is all acited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not even goin' with her and she's all acited 'bout her trip.  Casey says it's a big adventure for her and to try to be nice 'bout it and i am.  i know she's happy 'bout goin' and she deserves some happy this summer.  i know i'll miss her lots tho'. i wonder how it came to be that beans became the ones to take care of poodins?  i'm glad that happened, 'cause life would sure be a lot tougher if they didn't!!  eight more days, then she flies away on a big metal bird......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4722357785441767719?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4722357785441767719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4722357785441767719&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4722357785441767719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4722357785441767719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mom-is-all-acited.html' title='my Mom is all acited'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2838326639522657350</id><published>2008-06-10T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:13:10.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had no idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SE8mXcR7LCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/08rZ6R_C7cg/s1600-h/catnip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210425478061173794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SE8mXcR7LCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/08rZ6R_C7cg/s320/catnip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom just told me that today is a special day. she brought me in a tiny pink rose from her little rose bush (there are only two buds on it so i feel very special getting one!), made me cod and said we're going to bed early so she can rub my tummy for a looong time. then, then, i got a laser pointer thingy. i never had one of those before and it was really fun! plus i got a catnip filled knot (the vet doctor has them and only lets special kitties have one). aaannndddd - can't forget the fresh catnip plants!!!  whoo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you know why????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's my Purrthday today! i'm eleben whole years old! my Mom says the time has flown by and that she can't stand the thought of me gettin' old. old???? i'm a young dude, Mom. i mean, i got a good lookin', fine girlfriend, Boni, my Tuxedo Gun Moll. i still eat up a storm. i'm not old, i'm just gettin' the hang of everything!! so, i'm gonna go drink some haf &amp;amp; haf and enjoy the rest of my day. i wish she woulda told me sooner.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2838326639522657350?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2838326639522657350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2838326639522657350&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2838326639522657350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2838326639522657350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-no-idea.html' title='I had no idea!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SE8mXcR7LCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/08rZ6R_C7cg/s72-c/catnip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5401979947787920884</id><published>2008-05-28T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:09:21.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Be the CHAMPIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;                          GO WINGS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5401979947787920884?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5401979947787920884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5401979947787920884&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5401979947787920884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5401979947787920884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-will-be-champions.html' title='We Will Be the CHAMPIONS'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2792455938138017211</id><published>2008-05-27T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:55:12.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my sister is a creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she's been tryin' to scare me with creepy stories 'bout dark forrests where there are gremlins and ghosts and mean things that go wooo, wooo, wooo in the night.  she says our Mom may not come home from the dark piney forrest.  snif.....snif.....i don't want my Mom to not come home.....what should i do??????? ooohh Mom, i miss you already!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2792455938138017211?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2792455938138017211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2792455938138017211&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2792455938138017211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2792455938138017211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sister-is-creep.html' title='my sister is a creep'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7069711689208591931</id><published>2008-05-26T20:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:20:44.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so 'ecited! my Mom has been tellin' me she's takin' two trips this summer instead of one, but she woulndn't tell me where the second one was goin'. actually, it's the first one, at the beginnin' of July. you will never, ever, ever guess. i'm a little upset 'cause it's far, far away and she'll be gone for &lt;em&gt;days, &lt;/em&gt;but i'm happy for her too 'cause she's happy and really, really lookin' forward to it. she wanted to go last summer, but had to get stuff done to her head instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you wanna know where she's goin'???? do you??? maybe i'll tell you tomorrow...... what? oh, my Mom says i'm bein' mean, to just go ahead and spill the beans (what beans??? is she nuts or somethin'??) anyway, she's goin' to the Big Piney Woods!!!!!! Yes!!! isn't that eciting???? she's gonna see Miss Patches, and Mittens Pollypaws and Precious Flower and Mistrie Rose and their Mom Toni. oh, i am so jealous. i asked right away if i could go, and she said she was very sorry but i wouldn't like flyin' in the planes or the airports or car rides and would just hate bein' away from home. i guess she's right, i'll miss her like crazy, but i think all that travelin' is crazy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we'll keep you updated 'bout the plans. I know Mom Toni has stuff planned for them to do. my Mom says looking forward most to sittin' and talkin' and relaxin' and walkin' in the pretty places there. she said there are fireworks over a lake on the 4th of July. that doesn't sound good to me, but she's ecited 'bout that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7069711689208591931?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7069711689208591931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7069711689208591931&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7069711689208591931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7069711689208591931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.html' title='oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5482549117815875401</id><published>2008-05-04T15:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:17:55.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is really here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4VhiKifHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NtjpRQU4tPE/s1600-h/basket+may08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196614685883006066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4VhiKifHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NtjpRQU4tPE/s320/basket+may08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup, it's true. Spring has Sprung here in the Mitten state. I'm all tired out from helpin' out in the yard doin' 'mportant things (i mostly snoopervised, but the Dad needed a lot of that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;below, are two of our pretty trees. my Mom doesn't know what kind they are. a few years ago the city was sellin' trees for $50 each. they would even come out and plant 'em as long as you let them put them on the "city strip" between the sidewalk and the street. Mom and the Dad said that was fine. they was all kinda small back then, but they've turned into fine trees, don't you think? The pink one is one the side street that runs next to our house (we're on a corner) and the white one is right in front, with the house across the street in the background. i like them, but 'cause i can't get out to visit either one of them, they're not my favorite. my Mom cut some lilacs today and brought them in, they smell real pretty. the lily of the valley are going to bloom this week she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom went to a "gold party" at her friend Denise's sisters house the other night. people come with gold jewlery that they don't wear anymore and gold fillings and gold coins. and this guy with a bag of money comes and weighs everything and gives each person green papers for their gold. my Mom was happy with what she got. she said it will pay for the little trips she's goin' to take this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4VXiKifGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/p5gfSkZru-k/s1600-h/white+tree+may08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196614514084314210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4VXiKifGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/p5gfSkZru-k/s320/white+tree+may08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and she's really 'acited 'bout her trips, i'll tell you 'bout them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is makin' an icky dinner today. marinated flank steak with mushrooms and rice and corn on the cob. she keeps tellin' me how wonderful this corn is, "bicolor from Florida" whatever that means. I'd rather have cod. but i think I heard her say she has a fresh package of that and will make me a piece, so I forgive her the icky dinner she's makin' for them to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we have very fussy birds in our yard. they eat the thistle in the finch feeder half way down, then won't eat anymore. my Mom checks it and it's not wet or moldy or anything. so she'll fill it up, they attack the food, and eat it half way down. my Mom went out today and filled the birdbaths too, 'cause they seem very thirsty. my Mom is nice like that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4T0SKifFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zlLrl-XEqKc/s1600-h/pink+tree+may+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196612808982297682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4T0SKifFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/zlLrl-XEqKc/s320/pink+tree+may+08.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i gotta go out and check on the Dad. he's got his big rock saw out and is cuttin' stuff and he needs to be snoopervised 'cause it's a pretty big saw and my Mom worries he's gonna cut somethin' off and bleed to death if we don't check on him often enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY SPRING!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5482549117815875401?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5482549117815875401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5482549117815875401&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5482549117815875401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5482549117815875401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-is-really-here.html' title='Spring is really here!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/SB4VhiKifHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NtjpRQU4tPE/s72-c/basket+may08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1035676592703789376</id><published>2008-04-23T20:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:39:55.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's been so long since we've posted!! my Mom says she's been too busy and too tired. too many toos.  anyway, i made her promise that we would post pictures this weekend.  it's Spring here in the Mitten state and it's real pretty.  oh, and it's hockey playoff time!!! that's really acitin'!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1035676592703789376?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1035676592703789376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1035676592703789376&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1035676592703789376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1035676592703789376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-hello.html' title='Oh Hello!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-702899945444742000</id><published>2008-03-30T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:47:56.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom has been tellin' me that the end of March is a good thing, that it will start gettin' warmer and stuff.  that is good.  it's already much better now that the light lasts later, 'cause when she gets home from where she works, she can let me out in the yard, and me and Casey like that.  plus, the chipmunks are back, i guess they're done sleepin' for the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is goin' away this week to Sanantonyo Texas.  only for one night, so that won't be too bad.  she said she's lookin' forward to stayin' in a nice hotel for a night and just being quiet.  she also said she'll miss me, but like i said, it's only for one night and then she'll be back and we can cuddle.  she was very happy with me this morning.  the Dad had the alarm goin' off early 'cause he had a dentist appt. Friday.  so this morning it buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and he just kept sleepin'.  i layed down on my Mom's ear.  she said i was a good ear muff and i blocked that awful noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our snow is almost all gone.  it's supposed to be in the 50's this week! yea!  my Mom was very annoyed yesterday.  a guy came out to install a Dish, but he said he was just checking to see if trees would be in the way of the signal, which they are.  but the guy my Mom talked to said he had already driven by and checked and we would be fine.  so she waited around all day for this guy to come (three hours late!!) and he didn't have anything to install.  so she thinks the guy she talked to on the phone is an a** and is going to call him tomorrow to tell him!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-702899945444742000?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/702899945444742000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=702899945444742000&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/702899945444742000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/702899945444742000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-march.html' title='the end of March'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7269833099695392656</id><published>2008-03-08T15:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:13:45.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the indignity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L2E2Z4HoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XzxQY6ULReY/s1600-h/aussie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175469484986080898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L2E2Z4HoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XzxQY6ULReY/s320/aussie.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not only did she not tell me ahead of time, she didn't even warn me when she took me out there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a mobile grooming company. it's called aussie and it started in Australia my Mom said and now they are in 17 countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i groom myself quite nicely, thank you very much. except for my back right in front of my tail. i can't reach there and i get these weird flat matts and i won't let my Mom or the Dad get them out. but she said it was mostly for Casey, who was a mess. her fur is so long and she won't sit still to get combed and she really was in awful shape. this is how she looks now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L27mZ4HpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-H9dfCSKJw/s1600-h/casey+w+bows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175470425583918738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L27mZ4HpI/AAAAAAAAAIc/N-H9dfCSKJw/s320/casey+w+bows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, you're probly wondering what is wrong with her head. the groomer lady but these weird little bows on her head! two of them. she got one off really fast, but the other one was rubber banded on really good and my Mom took it off. hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;now, i had some real issues with the service I got. LOOK WHAT SHE DID TO ME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L3xWZ4HqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QUtaOyXjP6w/s1600-h/aussie+nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175471349001887394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L3xWZ4HqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/QUtaOyXjP6w/s320/aussie+nick.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she was shavin' a matt off and CUT ME. for God's sake, i was bleedin' and everythin'! she told my Mom I was fine that it's just a surface nick and it'll heal real fast. well. in the meantime i have no fur there and it looks terrible. just terrible. an open wound on my back! i'm so embarrased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so that's how my day has been......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7269833099695392656?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7269833099695392656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7269833099695392656&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7269833099695392656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7269833099695392656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/03/indignity.html' title='the indignity'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R9L2E2Z4HoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XzxQY6ULReY/s72-c/aussie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1657861894995843115</id><published>2008-03-02T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:02:51.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R8tN5W8huFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/udInoeJJI90/s1600-h/box+outline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173314244772477010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R8tN5W8huFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/udInoeJJI90/s320/box+outline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Mom said March is a good month. closer to Spring and less yucky. It's still pretty yucky out there, but I'll take her word for it. My Mom was gone Thursday night. i knew somethin' was up 'cause her suitcase was out. she went to stay at the William Tell Holiday Inn in someplace called Countryside Illinois. she said it was okay, but she missed me a whole bunch. it was only for one night so i didn't mind a real lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been eatin' all her shamrock plants. she said it's good it's gettin' to be shamrock season or she'd be mad. i'm glad glad, i wouldn't want her to be mad at me. i have to eat them. if i don't, they get all wild and out of control. i like the purple ones the best. i knocked one down last weekend off her scanner on a shelf and the dirt went everywhere, in her monitor and keyboard and she was not happy. sorry Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just gonna try to stay outa trouble and stay warm under my hothead lamp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay warm everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1657861894995843115?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1657861894995843115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1657861894995843115&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1657861894995843115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1657861894995843115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R8tN5W8huFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/udInoeJJI90/s72-c/box+outline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1924173608232136357</id><published>2008-02-16T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T16:59:22.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balentines Day is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R7da0vGA17I/AAAAAAAAAIE/oSPLJvgjxw8/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167698959472318386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R7da0vGA17I/AAAAAAAAAIE/oSPLJvgjxw8/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. i am so glad Balentines Day is over. usually the Dad goes to the place where you get cards and gets me a card to give my Mom. he knows my legs are too short to reach the pedals in the van and that i can't see over the steering wheel. but he didn't do that this year. i was so 'mbarassed that i didn't have a Balentine for my Mom. when it was time to go to bed that night, we have a routine. we go upstairs 'bout an hour before she wants to go to sleep. she gets all comfy sittin' up in bed and makes a space for me to sit, leanin' on her leg, and she rubs my tummy and neck and we read a book. but that night i was so 'mbarassed, that when she said "pooch, where are you?" i didn't jump up. finally she called me enough that i couldn't ignore her and jumped up. i started to try to apologize, but you know what happened? she leaned over and kissed my head and rubbed my tummy and said "i have been looking forward to this all day. you are my best Balentine Boy - i love you so much." and she just rubbed and rubbed my tummy. i was so happy she wasn't mad at me.....i guess presents and cards aren't always so important. the connection that we have with each other is what really counts. so even 'tho i didn't give my Mom anything at all, she said i gave her the best thing that i could have - my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1924173608232136357?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1924173608232136357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1924173608232136357&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1924173608232136357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1924173608232136357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/02/balentines-day-is-over.html' title='Balentines Day is Over'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R7da0vGA17I/AAAAAAAAAIE/oSPLJvgjxw8/s72-c/chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7611148149302169881</id><published>2008-02-09T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:37:52.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no emails today, something just crashed on my computer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R64qwfGA16I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TiCq2AfYE5I/s1600-h/crashed+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165112835109345186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R64qwfGA16I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TiCq2AfYE5I/s320/crashed+copy.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; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mom got this from a friend. my Mom said   "isn't he about the cutest thing you've ever seen?  look at his KNEES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, i get worried when my Mom gets so freaked out about a kitten picture!  is she tired of me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7611148149302169881?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7611148149302169881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7611148149302169881&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7611148149302169881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7611148149302169881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-emails-today-something-just-crashed.html' title='no emails today, something just crashed on my computer!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R64qwfGA16I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TiCq2AfYE5I/s72-c/crashed+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2712331082377783058</id><published>2008-01-30T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:59:10.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end of January</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, my Mom is very happy that it's the end of January. she says it's a very good thing 'cause we're a whole month closer to Spring, and that means warmer air and flowers and no more icky snow. so I would have to agree with her. i go out in the back yard whenever I can, but it's really no fun when it's all snowy, my toes get all wet and cold and it takes me forever when I come in to lick them all clean and dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish i had somethin' acitin' to report, but it's been pretty quiet around here. just tryin' to stay warm, which is hard some days when it's windy. that cold air blows in around the edges of the windows and i have to find other places to sleep than my normal spots. my Mom was 'splainin' to me the other day how lucky me and Casey are, that some poor kitties actually live outside in the winter. oh, i wish i could find them places to stay inside, that must be horrible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, sorry such a boring post. i had some cod tonight, it was very, very tasty. just the right temperature and my Mom shredded it up into nice small pieces. I am very lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2712331082377783058?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2712331082377783058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2712331082377783058&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2712331082377783058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2712331082377783058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/01/end-of-january.html' title='end of January'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-3761146411773872285</id><published>2008-01-09T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T18:05:57.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here I am with my sister.  we actually have been sittin' closer than usual.  don't know why.  maybe 'cause she hasn't been poopy in a couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R4lGwANbyBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFX26-6YP4I/s1600-h/casey+and+pooch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154729039006255122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R4lGwANbyBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFX26-6YP4I/s320/casey+and+pooch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was tagged by Derby, here are the rules. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog. Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a notification on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://derbysassycat.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://derbysassycat.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; is my link to Derby. Now the seven things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. i adore, above all things on earth (except my Mom) cod. i don't know why, but it is like nectar of the Gods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. i know i "rule the roost" and probly take advantage a little.  well, actually, a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. i like to read. my Mom will sit down in bed with a book and i sit with her and help her read. of course she rubs my tummy while reading, so that may have something to do with why i like reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. i love to roll on concrete if the sun is shining on it. even if the temperature is really cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. i've been eating a lot of the purple shamrocks that my Mom loves. i don't think she's noticed yet.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. i don't play with toys much. but lately a wand toy with a long stringy felt thing has been fun. i play with it all on my own, my Mom doesn't even need to hold it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7. especially since i seem to be picking up a bunch of new ones lately, i bet i have more nicknames than anybody. wanna bet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i think most everyone has done this, so i'm not gonna tag anyone.  however, if anybody hasn't posted, please do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-3761146411773872285?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3761146411773872285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=3761146411773872285&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3761146411773872285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3761146411773872285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/01/seven-things.html' title='Seven Things'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R4lGwANbyBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SFX26-6YP4I/s72-c/casey+and+pooch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6725187950211374210</id><published>2008-01-04T19:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T19:46:58.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Edsel the Pooch Pillow Poobah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R37RrANbyAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0B4ff4mXWTI/s1600-h/pillow+poobah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151785560479352834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R37RrANbyAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0B4ff4mXWTI/s320/pillow+poobah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. i recently discovered the allure of pillows. my Mom has a "couch" pillow at the back for support when she reads in bed (which is her book every night and the newspaper in the morning). in front of that, she has that pillow in the beigey pillowcase, one that she doesn't use for sleeping, but again for back support. then in front is her feather pillow that she sleeps with. (sometimes i get a corner of it and put my head on it too!) anyway, i discovered that when she leaves, she sort of piles them up so they create a very, very nice spot to recline. the last couple of days i have spent all day there. she was pretty annoyed that i didn't even run down to say hello when she got home from work 'cause i was so involved in the pillows. so, i have yet &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;nickname - "Pillow Poobah". i asked the Dad what that meant 'cause it's a strange word. he said it's like a Sultan. i didn't know what that meant either. so i asked Casey. even tho' she's poopy a lot, she knows stuff and said it's like Royalty that gets waited on, and that kinda sounds like me, so i guess i'll accept this new name. but i'm tellin' you, if you can score a feather pillow, go for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6725187950211374210?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6725187950211374210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6725187950211374210&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6725187950211374210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6725187950211374210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2008/01/edsel-pooch-pillow-poobah.html' title='Edsel the Pooch Pillow Poobah'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R37RrANbyAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0B4ff4mXWTI/s72-c/pillow+poobah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5108482796275185696</id><published>2007-12-29T17:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:17:28.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot to tell you somethin' really funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3bFOgNbx_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0GNKlTm8Ik/s1600-h/wipes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149520076899862514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3bFOgNbx_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0GNKlTm8Ik/s320/wipes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't believe i almost forgot to tell you 'bout this.  on ChristmasDay, my Mom was sittin' on the floor and grabbed the kitty presents.  i had several, my sister had two.  along with the cool pine cones the Big Piney Woods gals sent my Mom, they sent us each a bag.  mine had treats and a cool toy.  look what they sent my poopy sister Casey.............i laughed so hard my head almost 'spolded!  butt wipes!   waterless butt wipes......hahahahahahahahahahaha.  she was really offended.  i tried to 'splain to her that they were more for my poor Mom and the poor Dad and that it was no reflection on how anybody felt 'bout her.  my Mom told me it was my laughin' so much that hurt her feelins.  but, cripes, anybody who has such a reputation that she gets butt wipes for Christmas......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pee ess.  the Dad made a joke.  he said "if they were for a donkey would they be a** wipes?" (my Mom made me put those punctuation marks there instead of letters.  Mom's ruin everything. humph!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5108482796275185696?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5108482796275185696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5108482796275185696&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5108482796275185696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5108482796275185696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-forgot-to-tell-you-somethin-really.html' title='i forgot to tell you somethin&apos; really funny!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3bFOgNbx_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0GNKlTm8Ik/s72-c/wipes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1872454836851520267</id><published>2007-12-28T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:01:45.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3VwkANbx-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/dtrgGpAGpI0/s1600-h/freeze+dried+cod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145512801978338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3VwkANbx-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/dtrgGpAGpI0/s320/freeze+dried+cod.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was good. we didn't go crazy with presents, it was more of a let's enjoy a good meal and each other kind of day. i do have to comment, tho, on a gift that i got from the House of the Mostly Black Cats.  i would bet that Boni was behind it (smooch).  when the package came addressed to me, my Mom thought it was a little fishy and  asked me to check it out.  I didn't know what to think of it, and since my Mom wouldn't open it until Christmas, i had no idea.  Christmas Day as we were opening our presents, my Mom called me over to help with this one.  it was truly weird.  chunks of freeze dried cod.  i circled around the container and retreated.  it was truly one of the most different smells i had ever experienced.  i still havent't eaten any.  my Mom thought maybe it would need to be revived with water or something, but apparently you're just supposed to nosh on this dried cod.  we're going to experiment with it over the next few days.  i thank everyone over at the House of the Mostly Black Cats and I'm sure it will be an experience unlike any other. (the little fish toy is very sweet by the way)&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/14464726-1872454836851520267?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1872454836851520267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1872454836851520267&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1872454836851520267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1872454836851520267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3VwkANbx-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/dtrgGpAGpI0/s72-c/freeze+dried+cod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1328664939382508095</id><published>2007-12-25T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:53:57.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Chryssymouse!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3GJQgNbx9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kz3UcDOQGss/s1600-h/pine+cone+basket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148046765678381010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3GJQgNbx9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kz3UcDOQGss/s320/pine+cone+basket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, my Mom just told me she feels like a kitchen slave. i don't think that's good. but, she says it's her own fault, she wanted to cook everything herself and she's probably just got low blood sugar. i'm gonna get her a cookie, i bet that will help! but company is comin' soon. as much as i get to hear from under the bed, i will report later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry this picuture is a little fuzzy. my Mom got it from the Big Piney Woods women - a nice basket with real Big Piney Woods Pinecones and pretty lights. my Mom put a red bow (looks a lot like my red bow tie from two years ago) and a coupla pretty things and it looks so pretty on the shelf in the corner. last night my Mom plugged our tiny tree in and the basket and sat in the dark and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, more later, it's almost time for people to be here. i hope you are all havin' a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1328664939382508095?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1328664939382508095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1328664939382508095&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1328664939382508095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1328664939382508095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-chyssymouse.html' title='Merry Chryssymouse!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R3GJQgNbx9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/kz3UcDOQGss/s72-c/pine+cone+basket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4942990913477866766</id><published>2007-12-15T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:01:04.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's almost vacation time!!!</title><content type='html'>my Mom will be home for two whole weeks!  i am so happy to know that.  she says we'll sleep in most days and that she'll make sure, every day, that she makes a lap for me where she can read and rub my tummy at the same time.  oh i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is going to be different this year.  almost no presents.  my Mom says we don't need more "stuff" and i guess she's right.  we just need each other.  my aunt Barbara and uncle Glenn will come over for a big dinner and my mom's friend Gwen and her son Ron will come over too.  so it will be nice - six people plus me and Casey.  maybe they won't be too loud and rowdy and i might be able to actually be downstairs instead of upstairs under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mom and Gwen went shopping today.  my Mom got a winter hat! she's never had one before, but a lot of her hair is still missing and she's really cold a lot so she decided it might be a good idea.  it's black and fuzzy and i think it's really cool.  or warm.  i just hope it helps her stay warm, she shivers a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to get a big snowstorm, i hope not.  snow is messy and makes it hard to walk around outside and i miss it when i can't go in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.  i'm gonna help my Mom fold some laundry.  it's all warm and soft and maybe i can sit in it a little!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4942990913477866766?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4942990913477866766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4942990913477866766&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4942990913477866766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4942990913477866766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-almost-vacation-time.html' title='it&apos;s almost vacation time!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2319078423920196806</id><published>2007-11-26T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:40:14.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. ballerinaman?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, please, somebody, stop my Mom now.  i was just sittin' there tonight, and she looked over and said "oh, you have a perfect plea-ay".   i don't know what a plea-ay is, but apparently it has somethin' to do with ballet, which i know zippo 'bout.  so then she said "you're mr. ballerinaman!"  this is gettin' embarrasin'.  will someone please tell me what to do to stop all these stupid nicknames????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for those of you who have expressed concern about my limpy leg, it seems to be fine now.  my Mom is a little perturbed at havin' to spend so much when nothin' was wrong, but i didn't ask to to to the vet dr., she took me there without any discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Christmas is coming fast.  let's all just focus on our love for everyone in the blogosphere.  we can't afford presents for everyone we'd like to get presents for, so hopefully our good wishes will get to where we want them to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2319078423920196806?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2319078423920196806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2319078423920196806&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2319078423920196806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2319078423920196806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-ballerinaman.html' title='mr. ballerinaman?????'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2648418297211838317</id><published>2007-11-24T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:55:50.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, everybody here had a nice Thanksgivin'.  my Mom and the Dad went to Uncle Glenn and Aunt Barbara's house.  there were twelve people for dinner, mostly aunt Barbara's peeps.  her sister Julie from Baltimore brought their dog, Texer, who's about 15 pounds.  my aunt and uncles dog, Elmer, is ninety pounds.  my Mom said it was so funny 'cause the two dogs were rasslin' and rolling around and jumpin' and bitin' and growling, but all in fun.  then they'd get all tired and collapse and rest, then do it again.  after dinner, Julie was pettin' Texer on the head and found two ticks over his eye, all dug in and suckin' his blood.  ooooh that sounds hideous.  but Julie is a doctor and got them out and apparently he'll be fine.  i'm glad i didn't have to see that!  they came home with leftovers that i didn't care for, but just as we predicted, my Mom fixed me cod, so the day was saved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2648418297211838317?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2648418297211838317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2648418297211838317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2648418297211838317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2648418297211838317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/ick.html' title='ick'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1772947864552984823</id><published>2007-11-20T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:48:51.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mr limpyman</title><content type='html'>sigh.  why does my Mom have to give me so many dumb nicknames.  anyway, just wanted to report that my limp is MUCH better.  i limp a tiny bit, now, but can do the stairs fine, and i go out into the kitty condo and stuff.  so i think i'm okay.  that's good 'cause i didn't want to go for X-RAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mom is makin' her grocery list so she can stop on the way home from work tomorrow and buy the stuff to make her yummy sweet potatoes and the dressing from heaven! (it smells soooo good in the oven.)  but, unfortunately, WE don't get to have Thanksgiving 'cause they go over to my Uncle Glenn and Aunt Barbara's house.  they cook the turkey and the mashed potatoes.  my Mom makes the gravy when she gets there.  Aunt Barbara's cousin Gordy make a Caesar Salad that my Mom says "is to die for."  apparently it's got a lotta garlic in it?  so, me and Casey will have a quiet day, which is okay.  my Mom will be home Friday and PROMISED to spend time with me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1772947864552984823?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1772947864552984823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1772947864552984823&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1772947864552984823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1772947864552984823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-limpyman.html' title='mr limpyman'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7986303874521805811</id><published>2007-11-18T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T16:10:33.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more money!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R0Cp40SxSLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hZ1J-UVDxE/s1600-h/pretty+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134290368777504946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="173" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R0Cp40SxSLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hZ1J-UVDxE/s320/pretty+face.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't mean to do an owie. this morning my Mom was drinkin' her first cup of coffee, sittin' in bed and readin' the paper, and i limped into the room, favorin' my right front paw. she quickly noticed and said "what's wrong?" something hurts, i didn't know what was wrong. but i limped out in the hall, then hopped back into the room on three legs. my Mom jumped up, grabbed me and held me on my back, inspectin' my paw to see if something was stuck in it or if it hurt when she pressed on it. nothing. so she felt around my leg and stuff and nothing made me wince, so she put me down on the floor and i hopped into the other room. i listened, and yup, it didn't take her two seconds to call the vet dr's office. they said they could "fit me in" so she got dressed real quick, mumblin' 'bout how all she wanted to do was relax and drink her coffee and read the &lt;a href="mailto:*#@%"&gt;*#@%&lt;/a&gt; paper. they dumped me in my carrier and off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i met a new dr. today, 'cause dr. Cindy wasn't there. this one was fine, but she wasn't dr. Cindy. Dawn was there, tho, so that was nice, Dawn clips my nails with such authority, i would never even dream of trying to swipe at her, plus she smells good! they checked me out and i walked on all my paws, but with a big limp. they couldn't find anything 'specially wrong. the dr. said my shoulder felt a little "rough" like it might be swollen or somethin. so she sent us home with pain drops that my Mom has to start me on tonight. then if i don't get better by the end of the week, she has to take me in again for x-rays. my Mom was very happy that it wasn't anything awful, and that it was "ONLY" $139.00. the problem is that with the unexpected dentist appt. the Dad had Friday (only $501.00) and my Mom's new glasses recently, plus the Dad's colonoscopy, my Mom said the Christmas fund is getting small. i told her i don't care. just havin' her home from work for two weeks 'cause where she works closes down is ALL i want for Christmas!! she said that if i promise to spend lots 'o time with her when she's home, that will be her present. so it sounds like we're okay afterall!! oh, i distemper goop put in my nose. that was rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7986303874521805811?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7986303874521805811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7986303874521805811&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7986303874521805811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7986303874521805811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-money.html' title='more money!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/R0Cp40SxSLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1hZ1J-UVDxE/s72-c/pretty+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1828768736659210264</id><published>2007-11-08T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:10:01.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. mouseman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RzO-QfvlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/IAbu_TpgZM8/s1600-h/plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130653591113373826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RzO-QfvlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/IAbu_TpgZM8/s320/plate.jpg" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's my Mom's new nickname for me. an incident happened two nights ago. if my poopy sister had been involved, it would have involved death. but 'cause i was in charge, it involved gettin' free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom and the Dad went out for dinner. when they got home, i tore down the steps and started to take the curve down the hall to run into the kitchen. but i got diverted. i heard a sound. a very tiny sound, under the basket in the hall, where they keep their gloves, next to a giant pottery tea pot. i vestigated. i dug, i moved the basket a little, i jumped behind it and dug a little more. my Mom noticed and told the Dad to get a small towel. my work was done, so i stepped back into the livin' room to watch. my Mom opened the front door and the Dad knelt down with the towel in one hand and moved the basket and THERE IT WAS. the tiniest mousie all of us had ever seen! the Dad scooped it up in the little towel and took it outside and my Mom sang a verse of "Born Free." then she hugged me and told me what a good, good boy i was to tell them the little mousie was there, but not to hurt it. she hates, hates, hates it when Casey bites little heads off, it makes her sick. so then she cooked me cod!!!! what a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's my special cod plate up there, empty, after i ATE it all!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1828768736659210264?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1828768736659210264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1828768736659210264&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1828768736659210264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1828768736659210264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-mouseman.html' title='mr. mouseman!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RzO-QfvlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/IAbu_TpgZM8/s72-c/plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-3755254222625525215</id><published>2007-11-03T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:57:47.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We haven't posted in a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom has been very lazy......&lt;em&gt;wha&lt;/em&gt;t?.......she said to say BUSY lately.  we will post some pictures tomorrow when she is not so lazbusy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is makin' a beef stew tomorrow.  one of the things she bought today was potatoes.  the bag says they are from Idaho.  it made me wonder if the Big Piney Woods cats had anything to do with them?  they're in Idaho too.  does anybody know?  mom Toni has never said anything to my Mom in their emails 'bout growin' potatoes, but maybe she just forgot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-3755254222625525215?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3755254222625525215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=3755254222625525215&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3755254222625525215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3755254222625525215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='We haven&apos;t posted in a while'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8661963804295921899</id><published>2007-10-18T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:29:01.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We are touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxgCE88qDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EItMLDWXMsU/s1600-h/Max+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122846860237213090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxgCE88qDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EItMLDWXMsU/s320/Max+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Max the Psychokitty has given us a great honor - he received this award and bestowed it upon us also ....... thank you Max. as one of the founding fathers of cat blogs, this is indeed high praise. we so hoped when we started bloggin' that we would "fit in" and not be scorned by all of you. we are so happy to have made so many friends who stand by thru thick and thin. Thank You to all of our friends. We would like to pass this on to two bloggers - one who we still call "the Calico Girls" who are really the "Big Piney Woods Cats". they have proven to be good friends to my Mom since she got sick and she loves them all. the other is WMD, "William of Mass Destruction". William has a perspective on stuff that we like a lot, and we feel connected to him too. So take your bows and keep delighting us with your ways. You too Max, you rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8661963804295921899?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8661963804295921899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8661963804295921899&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8661963804295921899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8661963804295921899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-touched.html' title='We are touched'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxgCE88qDaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EItMLDWXMsU/s72-c/Max+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5982979146533721019</id><published>2007-10-13T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:37:01.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy Collar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxFkLc8qDZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TUEmZ_gUbJU/s1600-h/sissy+collar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120984399208910226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxFkLc8qDZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TUEmZ_gUbJU/s320/sissy+collar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;geesh.  my white glitterly gay sequin collar was bad enough.  but when the big black collar hole in the backyard stole that one, this is what my Mom replaced it with.  i'm embarassed to be seen in public&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think the squirrels are laughing at me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5982979146533721019?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5982979146533721019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5982979146533721019&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5982979146533721019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5982979146533721019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/10/sissy-collar.html' title='Sissy Collar'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RxFkLc8qDZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/TUEmZ_gUbJU/s72-c/sissy+collar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-3337526151507302315</id><published>2007-10-05T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:25:52.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RwbHXc8qDYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xBysWwdWvkA/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117997232274673026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RwbHXc8qDYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xBysWwdWvkA/s320/desktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RwbG888qDXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/a54we4H8_lU/s1600-h/desktop.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;william tagged me to show you my desktop. now keep in mind this is really my MOM's computer and her desktop. i am not so full of myself that i would put &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on my own desktop, she did it. i asked her why and she said "you can't help it that you are so beautiful....." weird....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i tag Scooby, Shaggy and Scout and the girls from the Big Piney Woods.  you do it by going to your desktop and hitting "Prt Scr" next to F12.  then go to whatever photo editing program you use, open a new document and hit Ctrl + V and it'll paste in.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14464726-3337526151507302315?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3337526151507302315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=3337526151507302315&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3337526151507302315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3337526151507302315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/10/meme.html' title='meme'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RwbHXc8qDYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/xBysWwdWvkA/s72-c/desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8836165965095780770</id><published>2007-10-03T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:15:14.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Purrthday Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow.  is my Mom old or what? she turned &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;55&lt;/span&gt; today, i think that's more than, like a hundred. (gosh, i hope she doesn't get mad at me for tellin' how old she is.......) oh well, what's done is done.  me and Casey got her flowers and a daisy plant!  she liked them a lot.  but you know what?  she said the best present of the day was when i cuddled under her chin this morning and purred her back to sleep after she turned the stupid alarm off.  i like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we did get our poem into Max's Mom, at least i hope they got it.  i'm very proud of my literary efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i got more burrs in my fur today.  those big HUGE ones.  they are &lt;em&gt;so sharp&lt;/em&gt;, yuk.  i bit one, again, and kinda got an owie.  i hope my Mom won't notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hope everybody's doin' good and feelin' healthy.  fall is definitely in the air.  we had a tree cut down the other day, not &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; like those hillbilly tree guys that i posted about two years ago.  they were &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8836165965095780770?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8836165965095780770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8836165965095780770&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8836165965095780770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8836165965095780770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-purrthday-mom.html' title='Happy Purrthday Mom'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5509973416399508957</id><published>2007-09-29T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:58:58.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEADLINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rv6uB88qDWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OLxeyeaNJP0/s1600-h/new+brand+of+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115717575303105890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rv6uB88qDWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OLxeyeaNJP0/s320/new+brand+of+food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we just realized that Monday is the cutoff date to get stuff in Max's new We Are the Kitties book. i so very much want to be in it, but i don't have anything done!! i'm working very hard on a poem. i emailed it to my aunt Laurie in Florida 'cause she's a real good writer and she said she'd help. i told her we could be co-authors, so i hope she pulls thru......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;also, i hope this doesn't 'cause trouble, 'cause the last time i told you 'bout a grate new food, i wound up in trouble with the Canadian Customs (&lt;a href="http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html"&gt;see May 10th 2006 and later posts&lt;/a&gt;), but Merrick has some new stuff out that is killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's hard to see the labels (darn that photographer of mine) but the flavors are things like "Grammy's Pot Pie" and "New England Boil" and they're all fishy and sooooo good.  maybe i'll go have a snack to fortify myself to work on my poem.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5509973416399508957?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5509973416399508957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5509973416399508957&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5509973416399508957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5509973416399508957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/09/deadline.html' title='DEADLINE'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rv6uB88qDWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OLxeyeaNJP0/s72-c/new+brand+of+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8978335585788421559</id><published>2007-09-22T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:40:44.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where did the day go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RvXChs8qDVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sr6Go1U8ZFw/s1600-h/flutterby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113206836206112082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RvXChs8qDVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sr6Go1U8ZFw/s320/flutterby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom just asked me that. "where did the day go, Sweetie?" &lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;? how am i supposed to know? &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; was cretainly busy all day and if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; don't know what you did all day maybe &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; should pay better atenshun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i did make my Mom take a picture of this flutterby on the mint plant.  i didn't come out very good 'cause it kept swishin' it's wings so fast.  i wanted you to be able to see how one side is white and the other purple, but it's hard.  oh well, maybe my next photographer will be better.  my Mom and her friend are going to a benafit concert monday night.  i'm not real sure what that is.  somethin' 'bout a guy in a group that she goes to at a place called Gilda's Club.  three years ago they told him he was going to die in six months, and he said "nope, no way, i'm gonna see my kids graduate from the high school.  one did last year and the other one this year. he's not doin' so good now.  so this other guy, who has the same thing and they told him he was going to die in three months and that was &lt;em&gt;TEN&lt;/em&gt; years ago.  he's a singer and songwriter and he's donatin' this concert to raise money for medical bills.  that sounds like a pretty neat thing for this guy to do.  anyway, my Mom is lookin' forward to it 'cause this guy is 'sposed to be real inspirin' or somethin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8978335585788421559?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8978335585788421559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8978335585788421559&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8978335585788421559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8978335585788421559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-did-day-go.html' title='where did the day go?'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RvXChs8qDVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sr6Go1U8ZFw/s72-c/flutterby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2870734027070974249</id><published>2007-09-14T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T15:57:17.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RusL21iyG-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/v3-pK9JmlxU/s1600-h/burrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110191238895770594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RusL21iyG-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/v3-pK9JmlxU/s320/burrs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom came home real early 'cause she had to go to the eye doctor and they put some kinda drops in her eyes and she looked like an OWL when she got home. she said she couldn't see very good so she just sorta hung around, let me outside and stuff. then, i came in to see how she was doin' and she &lt;em&gt;FREAKED OUT&lt;/em&gt;. it seems i had some &lt;em&gt;very large&lt;/em&gt; burrs in my tail, see over there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(that one burr i pulled out myself with a buncha tail fur too!! ) anyway, she didn't want me chewin' them out 'cause they were huge and really sharp, but i hissed at her and swatted at her with my claws when she tried to get them outta my tail. (i'm sorry, Mom, i just don't like it when you yank on stuff in my fur) i think i mighta hurted my tongue a little 'cause it's a little hard to eat. my Mom looked at and says she'll keep an eye on it and if it doesn't get better real quick, i have to go to see dr. Cindy. sigh.  &lt;em&gt;NOTE: my tongue is fine.  it's saturday and i don't have to go to the Dr.  whew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;look at what the Dad did to our woodpiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RusLpFiyG9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SQQloZByFko/s1600-h/woodpiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110191002672569298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RusLpFiyG9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/SQQloZByFko/s320/woodpiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he used big slabs of wood, i think walnut wood, to make them very pretty. he's always doin' stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, and my Mom said &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bad words&lt;/span&gt; today. she was installin' somethin' called an external hard drive on the computer 'cause the old one died. she still doesn't know if the geek guys at Best Buy can "recover the data", whatever that means and she's real worried she lost all her pictures of ME! (i agree, that would be &lt;em&gt;awful!!).&lt;/em&gt; anyway, she had to call tech support twice and be on hold for a way long time. both times she got very nice people from India who helped her. the first time was a man. the second time was a woman who didn't speak English very well and my Mom said if she had more hair she woulda been pullin' in out. but, she did get the hard drive installed and it works, so we're happy. it was kinda funny. the directions said "using the 22 inch USB cord included in the package......)" the one in the package was 'bout 3 inches long and has different ends than what we have......that was one tech support call. they're gonna send the 22 inch one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i'm glad it's friday. my Mom said she's tired and we're going to bed early tonight. YEA, more time to cuddle on her neck for me. life is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2870734027070974249?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2870734027070974249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2870734027070974249&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2870734027070974249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2870734027070974249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-busy-day.html' title='it&apos;s been a busy day'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RusL21iyG-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/v3-pK9JmlxU/s72-c/burrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6571173596268359044</id><published>2007-09-01T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:21:57.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mom snapped at me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtnWy90uL-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fbPowryRhrI/s1600-h/collar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105347823678664674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtnWy90uL-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fbPowryRhrI/s320/collar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtnWUd0uL9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eWb5fkVvOuo/s1600-h/collar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom got cross with me and i didn't do anything!! it was the collar eatin' black hole in the back yard!  my Mom came home from the grocery store and i didn't have my collar on.  she asked the Dad if he took it off and he said no.   knowin' that they're both gettin' some memory problems from bein' old, she looked around and didn't see it, so SHE BLAMED ME!!  it was my nice sparkly collar with my professionally made black tag and she was unhappy.  so she put on my collar with the diamonds that came from the Big Piney woods and took me out to look for it.  and guess what???!!!  the black hole didn't get it!  it was on the ramp from the kitty door.  when i went out the door, it musta gotten caught and the safety latchy thingy came apart.  whew.  my Mom hugged my and 'pologized for blamin' me!  i'm glad i have my collar back, i hate losin' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6571173596268359044?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6571173596268359044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6571173596268359044&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6571173596268359044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6571173596268359044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-mom-snapped-at-me.html' title='my Mom snapped at me!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtnWy90uL-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/fbPowryRhrI/s72-c/collar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2363950639153083590</id><published>2007-08-30T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:03:59.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd76N0uL6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q5KGD4zCnHk/s1600-h/flower+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104684942721167266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd76N0uL6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q5KGD4zCnHk/s320/flower+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we thought we would try a Friday Flower(s) cause we have some that are pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is somethin' called a hibiscus. it's HUGE, like the size of a dinner plate! my Mom got it for the Dad for his birthday from me and Casey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd8MN0uL7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/twFU6a0jMxU/s1600-h/coleus+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104685251958812594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd8MN0uL7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/twFU6a0jMxU/s320/coleus+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; these are some plants called coleus. the Dad planted them along the front walk and they grew real big and are colorful and have flowers on them along with all their pretty leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd8lt0uL8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_uBw0_DdxbI/s1600-h/broccoli+for+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104685690045476802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd8lt0uL8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/_uBw0_DdxbI/s320/broccoli+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we don't know &lt;em&gt;what &lt;/em&gt;this is. my Mom calls it the pink broccoli plant (i think broccoli is a vegetable, &lt;em&gt;yuk),&lt;/em&gt; but it's not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, the Dad is a very good gardener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pee ess - my Mom brought me home a BIG bag of cod from Costco tonight. Costco cod is my FAVORITE. i don't know why, but it just tastes the &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;and as she was nukin' me a piece i was dancin' around meowin' and meowin' and it was sooooooo good. hope everybody has a good Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2363950639153083590?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2363950639153083590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2363950639153083590&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2363950639153083590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2363950639153083590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-flower.html' title='Friday Flower'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rtd76N0uL6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Q5KGD4zCnHk/s72-c/flower+for+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7165791928827334244</id><published>2007-08-25T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:18:01.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's me doing what my Mom says i do best! helpin' her at the computer!!!.....&lt;em&gt;what? that's not what you meant????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtCwKN0uL5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b38lWWfJ6DY/s1600-h/aug+25+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102772067366743954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtCwKN0uL5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b38lWWfJ6DY/s320/aug+25+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SLEEPING?????&lt;/em&gt; that's what my Mom thinks I do &lt;em&gt;BEST?????&lt;/em&gt; gosh, she must not think very much of all my many skills. i mean i'm way good at all kindsa things. like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;layin' in sunbeams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watchin' for introoders (like Skeeezix does)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keepin' an eye on the rodents in the yard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;makin' sure she remembers how to cook by makin' her cook me cod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shedding. so she'll remember to vacuum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;making her rub my tummy so her fingers don't get creaky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i mean, these are all very important things! Moms will get all lazy if you let 'em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/14464726-7165791928827334244?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7165791928827334244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7165791928827334244&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7165791928827334244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7165791928827334244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-me-doing-what-my-mom-says-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RtCwKN0uL5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b38lWWfJ6DY/s72-c/aug+25+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2214021697671182748</id><published>2007-08-20T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:42:38.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we thought the hair fallin' was done.  but last week my Mom's eyebrows took a powder.  she's not very happy.  they're just eyebrows, but she's gettin' tired of losin' stuff. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you know what, she still looks pretty, even without those eyethings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2214021697671182748?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2214021697671182748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2214021697671182748&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2214021697671182748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2214021697671182748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-oh.html' title='oh oh'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4194287941717120270</id><published>2007-08-18T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:44:02.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who woulda thunk it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found out something very disturbing yesterday.  anybody remember the tv show Mr. Ed?  it was about a talkin' horse.  except what i read yesterday said that Mr. Ed wasn't a horse.  he was a zebra that gotted dyed.  zebras are smaller than horses so they built the set usin' some Disneyland method of makin' things small to make the characters look real sized.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;em&gt;a horse is a horse of course, of course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   and no one can talk to a horse, of course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   unless, of course, the horse is the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   famous Mr. Ed...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a &lt;em&gt;ZEBRA&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4194287941717120270?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4194287941717120270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4194287941717120270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4194287941717120270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4194287941717120270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-woulda-thunk-it.html' title='who woulda thunk it'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-682031939580651271</id><published>2007-08-09T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:00:28.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my Gotcha Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrtY-j0c-kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-3uDBVpLgps/s1600-h/edsel+and+kirby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096765235090225730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrtY-j0c-kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-3uDBVpLgps/s320/edsel+and+kirby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrtY2z0c-jI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QrUVGlx1XKI/s1600-h/baby+edsel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096765101946239538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrtY2z0c-jI/AAAAAAAAAE8/QrUVGlx1XKI/s320/baby+edsel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm very proud to say that it was ten years ago today that i found my Mom and she found me. until then, life was hard. i was stayin' with a lady who had lotsa other poodins and she was helpin' all of us find our forever homes. so that day she put me and my sister and brother in her truck and we drove to a Pet Supply Plus place and got put in cages out front. there was lotsa traffic and noise and i was very, very scared. before i knew it, tho, a nice lady was scratchin' under my chin and talkin' to the other lady. i knew somethin' was up. all of a sudden, i was being lifted out of the cage and put in a scary lookin' suitcase thing - i found out later that is was a cat carrier. the new lady drove me somewhere and took me inside. she put me in a room by myself 'cause there was an awful cat who tried to kill me!!! (i found out later that it was poopy Casey). but the lady visited me all the time and brought me food and toys and even let me sleep with her at night. right on her head! i learned to love her so much, right away. and my Mom and i have been together ever since. thanks Mom! you coulda picked another poodin, but you didn't, you picked ME! that picture on the top is me when i was little with my nice sister, Kirby, who's at the Rainbow Bridge now. the one on the bottom is just little me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-682031939580651271?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/682031939580651271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=682031939580651271&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/682031939580651271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/682031939580651271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-my-gotcha-day.html' title='it&apos;s my Gotcha Day!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrtY-j0c-kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-3uDBVpLgps/s72-c/edsel+and+kirby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1758660331459351024</id><published>2007-08-07T17:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:54:44.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mangy little thing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrjlyD0c-iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kNX4mZ_D9Vg/s1600-h/sue+jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096075626551245346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrjlyD0c-iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kNX4mZ_D9Vg/s320/sue+jazz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; well.  my Mom came home, &lt;em&gt;without any present for me&lt;/em&gt; and with this stupid picuture of her with that &lt;em&gt;mangy&lt;/em&gt; cat she likes so much.  i mean, what's up with that?  she picked her friend up to go on their trip and took the time to sit on the floor with it. brrrrrr.......gives me the creeps to even look at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so anyway, she's home.  i'm sure she didn't even &lt;em&gt;miss&lt;/em&gt; me...........&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't tell her, i really missed her a lot and i'm soooo happy she's home, even if she does smell like that mangy cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1758660331459351024?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1758660331459351024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1758660331459351024&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1758660331459351024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1758660331459351024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/mangy-little-thing.html' title='mangy little thing.....'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrjlyD0c-iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kNX4mZ_D9Vg/s72-c/sue+jazz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1255481181087500359</id><published>2007-08-01T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:12:08.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Boni!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrEvAj0c-hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ftK4LMTuZyk/s1600-h/boniface.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093904340194490898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrEvAj0c-hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ftK4LMTuZyk/s320/boniface.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just learned over at the Meezers that it's Boni's birthday. Boni, my wonderful Tuxedo Gun Moll. here is her lovely face...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pee Ess - Friday morning my Mom is leavin' me for a VACATION.    sigh.  anybody who wants to visit, just come on over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1255481181087500359?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1255481181087500359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1255481181087500359&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1255481181087500359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1255481181087500359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-boni.html' title='Happy Birthday Boni!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RrEvAj0c-hI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ftK4LMTuZyk/s72-c/boniface.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-946097930670736688</id><published>2007-07-28T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:14:47.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi from the Mitten state</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rqu_tT0c-gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ukjt0rKrbXU/s1600-h/f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092374588807772674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rqu_tT0c-gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ukjt0rKrbXU/s320/f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't really have anything to say today, i just feel like i should post something 'cause it's been a week and i'm tired of lookin' at that mangy cat anyway. i did hear my Mom quietly talkin' on the phone to somebody 'bout goin' away next week for FOUR days. why does she do that to me??? i mean, the Dad is fine, but he's just not my Mom and i miss her when she's gone........oh, i hear her again........she's going to some place called Tobermory. what the heck is that?????? oh, and she's goin' with her girlfriends that she goes away with every summer, they're all real old and have known each other forever........somethin' 'bout hikin' and gardens. and relaxin'. sheesh. if she wants to relax she should just stay home with ME! i'm the king of relaxin' and i'd teach her real good. if only she'd ask.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-946097930670736688?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/946097930670736688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=946097930670736688&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/946097930670736688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/946097930670736688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-from-mitten-state.html' title='hi from the Mitten state'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rqu_tT0c-gI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ukjt0rKrbXU/s72-c/f6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-78921978905033996</id><published>2007-07-21T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:08:04.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she cheated on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqI8udC4gkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NbGmXFsIdaM/s1600-h/Jazz+7.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089697297650451010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqI8udC4gkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NbGmXFsIdaM/s320/Jazz+7.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i've read 'bout this happenin', but i never thought it would happen to me. my Mom cheated on me. she went out to dinner with her girlfriends last night and came home smellin' like a floozy cat. &lt;em&gt;what??&lt;/em&gt; my Mom said it wasn't a floozy. it's a nice 8 month old kitten who showed up at her friends house and wouldn't leave so they 'dopted her. my Mom said she is &lt;em&gt;the nicest kitty she ever met. (what does that make me?? chopped liver??) &lt;/em&gt;really, really friendly, was crawlin' all over her and purrin' and wantin' loves. i mean, she had white fur all over her when she got home and i could even smell that cat on her face. that means she was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on it. i'm crushed. she even has a picture of the mangy little thing.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-78921978905033996?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/78921978905033996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=78921978905033996&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/78921978905033996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/78921978905033996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-cheated-on-me.html' title='she cheated on me'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqI8udC4gkI/AAAAAAAAAEc/NbGmXFsIdaM/s72-c/Jazz+7.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-9021965526673244052</id><published>2007-07-19T21:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:21:42.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>could i please trade my sister?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqANUmzb5hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M5G3TX5MEZs/s1600-h/f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089082226593490450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqANUmzb5hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M5G3TX5MEZs/s320/f7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know.  she looks so darn cute.  but, even tho my Mom doesn't like me to discuss this, she stinks again.  she's POOPY!!!  i asked my Mom to please get her butt shaved, but she said "oh that would just look bad."  POOP looks better????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;please, William, could i trade for one of your sisters? either one would do.  or how about Misty?  could i trade for her?  George?  or hey, Oreo, you were interested in Casey a while ago! aw, look how pretty she is!! please? someone?  i'm gaggin'  ack, ack, ack.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-9021965526673244052?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/9021965526673244052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=9021965526673244052&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/9021965526673244052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/9021965526673244052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/could-i-please-trade-my-sister.html' title='could i please trade my sister?????'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RqANUmzb5hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M5G3TX5MEZs/s72-c/f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1295705224426072266</id><published>2007-07-11T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:10:41.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy purrthday to the Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpViVAT25eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0Gl0jWpNvCo/s1600-h/red+purse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086079467184907746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpViVAT25eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0Gl0jWpNvCo/s320/red+purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, to cellybrate bein' done with radiashun, my Mom took the day off from work today, plus it was the Dad's purrthday so she thought he might want to do something fun,  but no.  he wanted to just do his regular day.  so my Mom wrapped a pirate scarf around her head and went shoppin'.  she already had presents for the Dad so she bought herself a new red purse.  now not knowing my Mom, you may not understand how weird this is.  i don't think she has ever, except maybe for the tuxedo purse i showed you a while back, had anything other than a plain black purse.  so to get this RED one, i don't know.  i think they really fried her brain.  they're goin' out for dinner soon.  i hope they bring me somethin' good.  Casey and i got the Dad a Starbucks gift card and my Mom got him some nice mechanical pencils 'cause he likes to draw his art stuff with, so i think he was happy.  i wonder what weird thing my Mom will do next???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pee ess.  she locked me outside in the kitty condo last night.  she swore it was a mistake............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1295705224426072266?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1295705224426072266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1295705224426072266&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1295705224426072266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1295705224426072266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-purrthday-to-dad.html' title='happy purrthday to the Dad'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpViVAT25eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0Gl0jWpNvCo/s72-c/red+purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-730797785364877209</id><published>2007-07-10T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:46:05.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's too hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpQngQT25dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hybJTgShubk/s1600-h/P1010566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085733314295686610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="209" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpQngQT25dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hybJTgShubk/s320/P1010566.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is some kind of freak.  really.  we have air conditioning but she doesn't want to use it.  says somethin' 'bout bein' in an office all day with the windows shut and the air conditionin' makin' it like a refrigermator and when she gets home she likes the windows open to hear the dumb birds and feel the breezes.  well i'll tell ya what.  i'm not in an office all day, i'm here at home and it's hot.  seriously hot.  this is so not fair.  she says it'll start coolin' down tomorrow, but man, these last few days have been brutal.  do any of you live with somebody so weird?  i mean, i'm wearin' a fur coat!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-730797785364877209?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/730797785364877209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=730797785364877209&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/730797785364877209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/730797785364877209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-too-hot.html' title='it&apos;s too hot'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpQngQT25dI/AAAAAAAAAEE/hybJTgShubk/s72-c/P1010566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2197270118753375001</id><published>2007-07-07T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:51:31.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYEgT25ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VPEtWo6bA4U/s1600-h/back+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084590444973057426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYEgT25ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VPEtWo6bA4U/s320/back+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYFQT25aI/AAAAAAAAADs/ACGGGzO2K2k/s1600-h/yard+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084590457857959330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYFQT25aI/AAAAAAAAADs/ACGGGzO2K2k/s320/yard+07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYFgT25bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VYbeQYBdSnw/s1600-h/yard+07+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084590462152926642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYFgT25bI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VYbeQYBdSnw/s320/yard+07+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYGAT25cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HllHuEY9vqQ/s1600-h/yard+07+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084590470742861250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYGAT25cI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HllHuEY9vqQ/s320/yard+07+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Dad has put a lot of time into the yard. we have the weirdest yard around, but i like it a lot. i dont' get to go out in the front, and the bottom two pictures are of the front, but the top two are of the back yard, and i like it a lot. it's got lots of places to just relax and chill out. the Dad is a very good gardener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2197270118753375001?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2197270118753375001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2197270118753375001&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2197270118753375001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2197270118753375001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-yard.html' title='my yard'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RpAYEgT25ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/VPEtWo6bA4U/s72-c/back+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5376837641926161877</id><published>2007-06-25T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:08:19.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RoBm6nlFAxI/AAAAAAAAADc/TBvEl8V4GSs/s1600-h/box+outline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080173536916865810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RoBm6nlFAxI/AAAAAAAAADc/TBvEl8V4GSs/s320/box+outline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i can't show you 'cause my Mom is too lazy.....oh, sorry, "tired", to go over there and take a picture. but there is a house in our neighborhood and every inch in their garden is covered in &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt; flowers. yup. &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt;. i can see in the winter maybe a little plastic poinsettia or somethin' to brighten things up. but right now things are growing like crazy. and they plant &lt;em&gt;plastic&lt;/em&gt;. i guess it saves 'em a lotta time. and probly water too 'cause i doubt you have to water plastic. how weird are these people??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on another note, i am feeling fine. my Mom says i look like a totally new Handsome Man 'cause i'm so much smaller 'cause they combed so much fur offa me when i was sleepin'. whatever, i feel unemcumbered by all that weight, free as a bird......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my sister discovered somethin' interestin' today. she thought the chimpmunks that live under our concrete patio just had one entry/exit hole. nope. they have a whole maze of holes right next to the garage. i think she'll probly spend the whole summer sitting right there, starin' at the ground........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5376837641926161877?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5376837641926161877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5376837641926161877&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5376837641926161877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5376837641926161877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/06/plastic-flowers.html' title='plastic flowers'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RoBm6nlFAxI/AAAAAAAAADc/TBvEl8V4GSs/s72-c/box+outline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2963332347209218953</id><published>2007-06-22T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:02:17.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hedoublehockeysticks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnxUl3lFAuI/AAAAAAAAADE/tY5a4Ny0WPQ/s1600-h/tooth+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079027489318437602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnxUl3lFAuI/AAAAAAAAADE/tY5a4Ny0WPQ/s320/tooth+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the green thing you see on my back leg is a PAIN PATCH. why would i need a pain patch? because without even warning me, my Mom dumped me into the kitty carrier at 7am today and took me to the vet doctor. i love Dr. Cindy and Dawn the vet tech, but to not even TELL me that they were going to shave my leg, put an IV in, put me to sleep and cut out/pull FIVE of my teeth was just wrong. apparently i have a hereditary condition where teeth just break off at the gum line. some times the roots reabsorb and sometimes they get all infected. i had one tooth that had already broken off and they had to dig out the roots and then pull four other ones. i have stitches in my mouth and one of the tooths they pulled was my front canine, so now i have a gap and look like a poor homeless white trashbin kitty. they told my Mom to bring me home and confine me to one room and that i shouldn't do stairs, but i wasn't havin' any of that. i howled and howled and she let me out and i ate lunch and went to the Men's room and patrolled the house. she's been tryin' to get me to take a nap, but i just don't feel tired. and my mouth really hurts. my Mom told me it was for my long term health and she had to do it, sheesh. i did get kisses from Dawn and she called me "handsome man." that was kinda nice. Dawn is pretty and she smells nice. i just want this day to be over. my Mom told me it was really expensive to have this done, but hey, that's not MY problem. she didn't even consult with me about it ahead of time. also, my Mom is real tired. her raydiashun and chemo is catchin' up with her. plus a lot of her hair is fallin' out and she's really unhappy 'bout that. she's doing the pirate look with a scarf wrapped around her head. poor Mom. poor me. it's a good thing the Dad and Casey are healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2963332347209218953?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2963332347209218953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2963332347209218953&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2963332347209218953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2963332347209218953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-hedoublehockeysticks.html' title='what the hedoublehockeysticks!!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnxUl3lFAuI/AAAAAAAAADE/tY5a4Ny0WPQ/s72-c/tooth+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1645582760962525095</id><published>2007-06-17T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:36:00.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no party this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnW3G3lFAtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jaYFgGj66MU/s1600-h/yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077165483556668114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnW3G3lFAtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jaYFgGj66MU/s320/yard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi. my Mom said she was not "in the mood" to do a party this weekend for my birthday last week, so maybe next weekend. she and her friend went to Detroit yesterday to the the Race for the Cure, the breast cancer fundrasier. her freind had breast cancer twelve years ago and is doin' great. then they went to Eastern Market, a big open air farmers market (i got two new catnip plants!!!!) so, even tho no party, it's still an okay weekend. this is my sister Casey on patrol.  i was inside nappin.  we take shifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1645582760962525095?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1645582760962525095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1645582760962525095&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1645582760962525095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1645582760962525095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-party-this-weekend.html' title='no party this weekend'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RnW3G3lFAtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jaYFgGj66MU/s72-c/yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7817442904687710786</id><published>2007-06-11T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:44:23.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heck????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rm36YHlFArI/AAAAAAAAACs/2p8kLtJhdWg/s1600-h/eating+grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074987647374787250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rm36YHlFArI/AAAAAAAAACs/2p8kLtJhdWg/s320/eating+grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i never. it's my 10th Purrthday and my Mom almost forgot! she says it's just that she has so much goin' on and all, but how often does a guy turn ten???? she did fix me some nice cod and i got to romp in the yard a bunch. she promised that next weekend we'd par-tay. maybe i can convince her to let me have friends come over. so, Happy Purrthday to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7817442904687710786?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rm36YHlFArI/AAAAAAAAACs/2p8kLtJhdWg/s72-c/eating+grass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5844958318365919040</id><published>2007-06-09T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T12:28:56.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everybody, hope you're all doing good.  it seems that each week somethin' is goin' wrong somewhere in our world, but we just keep bloggin' and sloggin' thru it.  yea us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a beautiful day.  our yard is amazin' - everythin' is way bigger than it normally is this time of year.  i'm gonna have my Mom take some pictures later that we can post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5844958318365919040?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5844958318365919040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5844958318365919040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5844958318365919040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5844958318365919040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/06/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4039602596103119920</id><published>2007-06-05T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:26:54.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just wanted to let everybody know that my Mom is doin' good.  her stupid oncologist didn't give her any anti nausea pills so last week she threw up all day and then had to go to the emergency room.  she's real disappointed in her doctors at this one health system and is going to switch everything she does to another good hospital in the area.  but it was really bad that she was so sick for no good reason.  plus she's really angry that if they let her "fall thru the cracks" that they do it to a lot of other people too, and a lot of these people are really sick, not real smart to begin with, without a good support system and what on earth do they do???  she and my aunt Barbara are going to write a scathing letter to the hospital system that screwed up tellin' them that they should be more careful 'bout takin' care of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but, right now, we're fine, enjoying our yard and June and just tryin' to find somethin' to smile 'bout every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4039602596103119920?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4039602596103119920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4039602596103119920&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4039602596103119920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4039602596103119920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7432237308724557581</id><published>2007-05-28T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T15:28:45.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Confeshions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well. i got tagged twice that i know of to list naughty things that i do. i have thought and thought 'bout this and this is real hard 'cause i'm just not naughty. i can only think of one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. i am rood to the Dad. i don't know why. he is a very good and nice Dad. he has always been kind to me and loves me. he tells me all the time. but i'm in a room and he walks in, i usually run. i sit with my Mom in the morning and help her drink coffee and read the paper, but won't do that with the Dad. he'll open the porch door to let me go out in the yard, but i only like to go out when my Mom is home. i wonder if anybody knows why? my Mom says maybe a man was mean to me when i was real little before i lived here. or maybe it's 'cause the Dad is louder than she is and just sorta startles me sometimes. i'm sorry Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i tag whoever hasn't been tagged yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7432237308724557581?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7432237308724557581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7432237308724557581&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7432237308724557581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7432237308724557581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-confeshions.html' title='True Confeshions'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7891380234809195813</id><published>2007-05-26T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T16:02:36.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT I GOT????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom and her friend Gwen went shoppin' for plants and flowers and stuff for the yard.  they went in the pouring rain, is that dumb or what?? but, but, she brought me home THREE, yes, THREE live catnips plants, just for me!!!! of course i said i'd share with Casey 'cause she's my sister and that's the right thing to do.  but that is so way cool.  thanks Mom!!!  (if it ever stops rainin' here i'll get my fotografer to take a picture of me with my plants and i'll post it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7891380234809195813?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7891380234809195813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7891380234809195813&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7891380234809195813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7891380234809195813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/05/guess-what-i-got.html' title='GUESS WHAT I GOT????'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2200316669765558642</id><published>2007-05-18T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:43:08.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rk5kHdtFcmI/AAAAAAAAACk/ay8BJeyovnQ/s1600-h/gerinium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066096710233977442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rk5kHdtFcmI/AAAAAAAAACk/ay8BJeyovnQ/s320/gerinium.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it was a year ago today when we found out that my Mom had somethin' wrong in her head. sure has been a strange year. she wanted me to tell all of you how much she has 'preciated all the prayers and good wishes and emails and cards that so many of you have sent. it all helps to make us feel not so bad. plus, we're here this year, enjoyin' a lovely Spring in the Mitten state, and that's a good thing. it's almost memorial day and i know a lot of us will be plantin' and barbequeing, so enjoy! we love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2200316669765558642?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2200316669765558642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2200316669765558642&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2200316669765558642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2200316669765558642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/05/whole-year.html' title='a whole year'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rk5kHdtFcmI/AAAAAAAAACk/ay8BJeyovnQ/s72-c/gerinium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2617365591190715582</id><published>2007-05-11T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:41:02.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>William tagged me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;William tagged me for seven random facts about me, so here goes. Here are the rules. Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged need to write on their own blog about the seven things and the rules. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1.  i used to live in a tire in a field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2.  i don't like bean food except seafood of any kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3.  i like jokes - "what do you cut the ocean with?"     a seasaw.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4.  my Mom hardly ever sits down where i can relax with her and i don't like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5.  i lose all my collars to the Great Collar Monster in the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6.  i love to munch on the shamrock plants my Mom has inside (am i Irish??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7.  i get half and half to drink every day, yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i tag Mittens, Buddah Pest, Skeezix, Princess Mia, Beau, Magoo, Prince Muddy Paws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2617365591190715582?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2617365591190715582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2617365591190715582&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2617365591190715582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2617365591190715582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/05/william-tagged-me.html' title='William tagged me'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7994194980602891328</id><published>2007-05-06T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:30:19.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the collar that my Mom bought me - it's white sequins, but, she got me a way cool black tag with my name and our phone number on it.   the Dad says the collar makes me look gay and i said, "well, i'm a happy guy, so that's okay."  my Mom said she didn't think that was what he meant, but to not worry about it, so i'm not.  i'm outside, in the sun, chompin' on my special grass and it's a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rj4dqvvEjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/24Mzh6aE2Sk/s1600-h/gay.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061515651416624386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rj4dqvvEjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/24Mzh6aE2Sk/s320/gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meat loaf for dinner today. phhhht.  (but my Mom cooked me some cod last night and I think there's some left.....sssshhhh......don't tell Casey......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7994194980602891328?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7994194980602891328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7994194980602891328&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7994194980602891328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7994194980602891328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-gay.html' title='i&apos;m gay!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rj4dqvvEjQI/AAAAAAAAACc/24Mzh6aE2Sk/s72-c/gay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7173250121231196318</id><published>2007-04-29T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T17:05:31.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nice day again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.  because the mysterious collar stealer is at work again, my silver collar that i've been wearin' has disdapeered.  i have my gorgeous blue collar with diamonds on it on.  i got it from the Calico Girls and i love it lots.  my Dad says it looks sissy, but i don't think so.  the one my Mom bought me a couple weeks ago with white and pink sequins is sissy!  my Mom tried and tried to get a good picture of me in my diamond collar, but my fur covers it so unless you get just the right angle, it's hard.  you'll just have to believe me that it's gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RjUHifvEjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/AYIy0Aic-Zs/s1600-h/429.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058958045636496626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RjUHifvEjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/AYIy0Aic-Zs/s320/429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we want to say thanks to everybody for all your good wishes and thoughts and prayers for my Moms head.  she probly won't start the raydiashun for a couple of weeks, but all the good vibes help us a lot.  a real lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we got a stupid chickhen in the oven.  why don't they fix fish more often.  after all, it's supposed to be brain food and my Mom could probly use that.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7173250121231196318?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7173250121231196318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7173250121231196318&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7173250121231196318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7173250121231196318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/04/nice-day-again.html' title='nice day again'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RjUHifvEjPI/AAAAAAAAACU/AYIy0Aic-Zs/s72-c/429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6824739182762963159</id><published>2007-04-27T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:07:02.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, my Mom had the big magnet test on her head this week and it found "activity."  nobody seems to know what that means.  but, just in case it somethin' bad, they want to start doin' radiation on her head - five days a week for six weeks.  we're not happy, but at least if it is somethin' bad and they found it early, that's a good thing.  so, my Mom is tryin' to work with the horsepital people to get stuff set up.  boy.  we just wanted to enjoy this Spring since last year was so messed up.  oh well, we'll just do the best we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6824739182762963159?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6824739182762963159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6824739182762963159&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6824739182762963159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6824739182762963159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-magnet.html' title='Bad Magnet'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7832580355490844069</id><published>2007-04-21T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:39:03.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bye Mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, the Red Wings did good today after two embarassing losses in Canada.  hope they can keep up the good work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom is goin' on a work trip to Boston, where ever that is.  she leaves tomorrow afternoon and will be back Tuesday, so that's not too bad.  i know the Dad will try his best to take care of us, but it's just not the same when my Mom isn't here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's very pretty here in the Mitten state.  sometimes we luck out and have lovely springs, and this is one of those years, it seems, that is just wonderful.  everything is greening up and growing and flowers are blooming the the little fruit trees have blooms all over them.  it smells good and is pretty.  we have so much crappy weather here, that when spring is nice, it is very, very special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that's all for now, i'm goin' to sleep with my Mom, she's tired.  she has to have one of those big magnet tests on her head this week that she doesn't like.  i think it makes her tired just knowin' that she has to do it.  kind of stressful, i guess, so i'll cuddle her the best i can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7832580355490844069?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7832580355490844069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7832580355490844069&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7832580355490844069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7832580355490844069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/04/bye-mom.html' title='bye Mom!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6679018304292076547</id><published>2007-04-15T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:05:19.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RiKEz87sYFI/AAAAAAAAACM/pRvCxKeTELc/s1600-h/red+rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053747759927812178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RiKEz87sYFI/AAAAAAAAACM/pRvCxKeTELc/s320/red+rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know if anybody out there is followin', but our beloved Red Wings have beaten the Calgary Flames again, now leading in this first playoff series, two to one.  the poor Flames didn't have a chance today, only 15 shots on goal compared to the Wings 50 shots on goal.  hey Magoo - are you and your Dad a Canadian team fan, or just the Oilers??  we could certainly wager a little somethin', (as long as Canadian customs doesn't get wind of it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6679018304292076547?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6679018304292076547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6679018304292076547&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6679018304292076547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6679018304292076547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/04/woo-hoo.html' title='Woo Hoo!!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RiKEz87sYFI/AAAAAAAAACM/pRvCxKeTELc/s72-c/red+rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6658568236535566097</id><published>2007-04-07T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:22:57.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RhgLb9oFMzI/AAAAAAAAACE/H932N2b0HI4/s1600-h/face+on+concrete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050799557123060530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RhgLb9oFMzI/AAAAAAAAACE/H932N2b0HI4/s320/face+on+concrete.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i heard that Easter is 'sposed to be warm. that beans dress up in bonnets and play outside. well, the only bonnet anybody is gonna be wearin' around here is a snow bonnet. it's COLD!! plus, (i wonder if the Meezers know this??) i heard that Moms are 'sposed to fix ham on Easter. and cheesy potatoes. springy stuff. do you know what MY Mom is gonna make? do you??? it's so weird it's almost embarassin'. she's makin' beef stew. on easter.  plus, a lady behind her at the meat counter in the store today heard her order beef stew meat and said "oh, i haven't made stew in ages. i'll take two pounds of that too" and told my Mom she's makin' in tomorow for her family and they'll be upset! so my Mom infected another house with stew, too. sigh. Moms. very strange they are. so, anyway, when a lot of you are enjoyin' your special dinners tomorrow, think of me and Casey. with beef stew on our plates.......... yuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6658568236535566097?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6658568236535566097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6658568236535566097&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6658568236535566097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6658568236535566097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter?'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RhgLb9oFMzI/AAAAAAAAACE/H932N2b0HI4/s72-c/face+on+concrete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-8195995170496635516</id><published>2007-03-29T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:01:33.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RgxTOGdY3VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BFVpgJfSsps/s1600-h/chair+wash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047500784092634450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RgxTOGdY3VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BFVpgJfSsps/s320/chair+wash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oreo and his Mom emailed to ask if i was okay 'cause i haven't blogged in a while. i'm sorry, i've just been kinda lazy. my Mom's been busy and i haven't bugged her enough to make her help me, so no updates. anyway, there is nothin' excitin' to report. the yard is startin' to look the Spring. the birdies are comin' back, the chipmunks are crazy and the windows have been open. ahhhhhh, nice fresh air! Happy Spring!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-8195995170496635516?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/8195995170496635516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=8195995170496635516&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8195995170496635516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/8195995170496635516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-just-lazy.html' title='i&apos;m just lazy'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RgxTOGdY3VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BFVpgJfSsps/s72-c/chair+wash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6537598935564085208</id><published>2007-03-18T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:16:13.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my Mom thinks i'm nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rf2dbk2vlNI/AAAAAAAAABw/wGgHyddc_Hg/s1600-h/march+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043360254800139474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rf2dbk2vlNI/AAAAAAAAABw/wGgHyddc_Hg/s320/march+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here i am, sittin' on the ramp in the condo.  it's a nice day and my Mom let me out to romp in the yard.  we haven't been able to use the condo 'cause some big tree bits fell on it a while ago and broke the roof and the Dad hasn't finished fixin' it yet.  i miss sittin' in the condo.  so, when i saw the gate to it was open, i went in and sat on my ramp.  i don't think that's so nuts, i like it there.  my Mom kept goin' on 'bout why was i sittin' there when i had the whole big yard to romp in.  maybe i just wanted a little place, all cozy.  geesh, calm down Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6537598935564085208?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6537598935564085208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6537598935564085208&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6537598935564085208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6537598935564085208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-mom-thinks-im-nuts.html' title='my Mom thinks i&apos;m nuts'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Rf2dbk2vlNI/AAAAAAAAABw/wGgHyddc_Hg/s72-c/march+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-6913571464553404081</id><published>2007-03-14T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:27:05.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what does your name mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got this from Victor and Bonnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What Edsel Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E is for Edgy&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dainty&lt;br /&gt;S is for Silky&lt;br /&gt;E is for Enthusiastic&lt;br /&gt;L is for Luscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-6913571464553404081?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/6913571464553404081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=6913571464553404081&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6913571464553404081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/6913571464553404081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-does-your-name-mean.html' title='what does your name mean?'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4758163103062977658</id><published>2007-03-11T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:44:09.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nice day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RfST-E2vlMI/AAAAAAAAABo/L5MRLMqb3L0/s1600-h/P1010387.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040816577598952642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RfST-E2vlMI/AAAAAAAAABo/L5MRLMqb3L0/s320/P1010387.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sometimes it's just soooooo nice to scratch under your collar, all over your neck.  whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pretty day today.  sun shining, snow melting, spring is in the air!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus, we got cod too!  yum...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4758163103062977658?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4758163103062977658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4758163103062977658&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4758163103062977658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4758163103062977658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/nice-day.html' title='nice day'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RfST-E2vlMI/AAAAAAAAABo/L5MRLMqb3L0/s72-c/P1010387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-7617702838178427592</id><published>2007-03-08T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:36:38.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>darn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom bought the wrong pieces of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-7617702838178427592?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/7617702838178427592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=7617702838178427592&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7617702838178427592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/7617702838178427592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/darn.html' title='darn'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2107686894811909486</id><published>2007-03-06T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T20:15:11.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mega wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Re4R7C5U7sI/AAAAAAAAABg/0a9eL8tgguE/s1600-h/basket+paws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038984739161435842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Re4R7C5U7sI/AAAAAAAAABg/0a9eL8tgguE/s320/basket+paws.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my Mom asked me to wish real hard. there's somethin' called mega millions where people buy pieces of paper and they can maybe win lotsa monies. my Mom said i should wish real, real hard that she wins tonight. i think the contest is already done, but she says she won't check her numbers 'til mornin' that way she can go to sleep thinkin' good thoughts. and you know what? she said if she won, not only would she help out a lot of nice people, but she'd open a kitty sanctuary. wow. that would be way cool.  here i am with my paws real close together.  wishin'.  hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2107686894811909486?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2107686894811909486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2107686894811909486&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2107686894811909486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2107686894811909486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/03/mega-wishes.html' title='mega wishes'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/Re4R7C5U7sI/AAAAAAAAABg/0a9eL8tgguE/s72-c/basket+paws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-5801346843551935456</id><published>2007-02-28T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:56:37.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you guys sealed the deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, i thought we'd just all do a little dance in our own homes to hurry spring.  but you guys all sounded like you want to have a REAL dance where we all get together.  i begged my Mom and she said OK!!!   so, we're gonna look real hard at our calendar and pick a day comin' up soon and everybody can come over here for a real dance. WOO HOO!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my Mom said it shouldn't be formal attire 'cause that might be a burden for some folks who don't already wear a built in tuxedo.  but it will be "eclectic" which i think means "wear anything fun that you got, whether it's a boa or a cool hat or a tu-tu.  whatever!!  oh, it'll be so much fun!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-5801346843551935456?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/5801346843551935456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=5801346843551935456&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5801346843551935456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/5801346843551935456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-guys-sealed-deal.html' title='you guys sealed the deal'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1159522247094350792</id><published>2007-02-27T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:40:44.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my poor paws!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll tell you one thing. goin' outside is nice and all, but the workout my poor paws get when it's snowy out there is just awful. i hope Spring comes really, really fast this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReSXJMbAjWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O29EVrl7qy0/s1600-h/box+outline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036316467516181858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReSXJMbAjWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O29EVrl7qy0/s320/box+outline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe we should all do a special kitty "hurry Spring" dance one night???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1159522247094350792?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1159522247094350792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1159522247094350792&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1159522247094350792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1159522247094350792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-poor-paws.html' title='my poor paws!'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReSXJMbAjWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O29EVrl7qy0/s72-c/box+outline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-4768292988318050699</id><published>2007-02-26T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T11:58:21.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A) Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;I don't have four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. in a tire in a field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. in the resuce mom's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. here, in my forever home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B) Four things I love to watch:&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Birds&lt;br /&gt;squirells and chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my back yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;C) Four places I have been outside my home:&lt;br /&gt;the Cat Practice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the rescue place where i used to live, that's it, don't have four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D) Four websites I visit daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mail.yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wowway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (email)&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.catblogosphere.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cat Blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (cat blogging news and mews)&lt;br /&gt;As many cat blogs as I can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E) Four of my favorite foods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't have four, i'm fussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cod&lt;br /&gt;F) Four places I would rather be right now:&lt;br /&gt;Snugglin wif Mom in bed&lt;br /&gt;Snugglin wif Mom on the couch&lt;br /&gt;Lying near Mom&lt;br /&gt;Playin in a bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four toys I have owned and played with:&lt;br /&gt;small rainbow crinkle ball&lt;br /&gt;Fur mousies&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catdancer.com/products.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H) Four nicknames my staff family have tried to assign called me:&lt;br /&gt;The Pooch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Handsome Man&lt;br /&gt;HoochieCoochieSmoochiePoochieMan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I) Regarding Catnip:&lt;br /&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;It's nice&lt;br /&gt;Could take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it or can't have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;J) Regarding Cat Grass:&lt;br /&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;It's nice&lt;br /&gt;Could take it or leave it&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it or can't have it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;K) First four things I'd buy after winning the lottery:&lt;br /&gt;Lots an lots of Temptations fur ALL my furiends (an me)&lt;br /&gt;Lots an lots of Stinky Goodness fur ALL my furiends (an me)&lt;br /&gt;A Fur Mousies farm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a big bank account for my Mom so she wouldn't have to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L) Four things I do besides eat, sleep, and litterbox:&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Snugglin wif Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Patrol the yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make sure things are safe.&lt;br /&gt;M) Four things I want to do this summer:&lt;br /&gt;Watch birds, bunnies, and squirrels through the window&lt;br /&gt;Sit in sunny open windows&lt;br /&gt;Chase mousies an tinsel balls all ofur the house&lt;br /&gt;Eat grass outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N) My four most prized possessions that have limited value to anyone else:&lt;br /&gt;My mom&lt;br /&gt;My purple pillow&lt;br /&gt;My afghan on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My special dish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O) What I’m going to do before tomorrow is over:&lt;br /&gt;Sleep unner the covers wif Mom&lt;br /&gt;Play in a bag or box or bof&lt;br /&gt;Eat cod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P) Which of the following is your favorite place to hide and play?&lt;br /&gt;Paper bags&lt;br /&gt;Plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;Boxes&lt;br /&gt;Other (please describe)Answer: 1 and 3, specially at the same time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four furiends I tag to respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lonestarpurrs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Big Piney Woods Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scooby, Shaggy and Scout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;William&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.catblogosphere.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who wants to play!Know what to do? Copy this list and paste it into a new post wif yur own answers. Then pass it on. If it's too long, skip some questions an nap whenefur you feel like it - you're a cat and don't have to do what anyone tells you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-4768292988318050699?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/4768292988318050699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=4768292988318050699&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4768292988318050699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/4768292988318050699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/meme_26.html' title='meme'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-1987149157871582141</id><published>2007-02-24T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:36:45.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm glad my Mom is home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReCgv5FcsDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qSsuoDspPqM/s1600-h/woodpile+march+o4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035201128038182962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReCgv5FcsDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qSsuoDspPqM/s320/woodpile+march+o4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi, my Mom got home last night!! she mised me very much and i had to sleep rightonherneckunderherchin last night. it was kinda hard to stay in that same spot alllll night, but she really needed that.  a poodin has to do what a poodin has to do.  we're 'sposed to get freezin' rain and sleet tomorrow so my Mom told me i better have fun in the yard today, so i am!  i've been sittin' on a log pile keepin' an eye on those rodents my Mom feeds.  even tho they have bushy tails, they're still rodents.  one of them even keeps tryin' to come in the house.  if he wants to eat and we don't get the food out there fast enough, he walks right onto the back porch and looks in the dining room door!  how cheeky!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-1987149157871582141?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/1987149157871582141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=1987149157871582141&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1987149157871582141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/1987149157871582141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-glad-my-mom-is-home.html' title='i&apos;m glad my Mom is home'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/ReCgv5FcsDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qSsuoDspPqM/s72-c/woodpile+march+o4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-2612584659385521569</id><published>2007-02-18T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T19:12:39.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wish i could go to Aryzona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdjqrpFcsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P9kvalUrmHQ/s1600-h/porch+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033030619070509074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdjqrpFcsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P9kvalUrmHQ/s320/porch+glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, it's a pretty regular kind 'o winter day.  cold, snowy and not very pleasant. i'm tryin' to figure out where to nap 'cause there are a lot o' baskets on the sunny porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just found out my Mom is goin' away. to Aryzona for three whole days this week.  i wish i could go but she said it's for work and i'd be really bored.  sigh.  so, i'll just be here, missin' her.  Aryzona sounds like a really cool place, maybe i'll get to visit there someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-2612584659385521569?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/2612584659385521569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=2612584659385521569&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2612584659385521569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/2612584659385521569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/wish-i-could-go-to-aryzona.html' title='wish i could go to Aryzona'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdjqrpFcsBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/P9kvalUrmHQ/s72-c/porch+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-3087360810271379616</id><published>2007-02-17T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:55:09.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just want to say that i have been visitin', but blogger won't let me post on hardly anybody's blog.  what's up with that?? i wanted to tell Precious that it look like fun doin' the hokey pokey and Buddah that we have a grass fairy too. William's blog finally let me post, but it took 'bout a year.  i'm watchin' out the window now.  my Mom took seeds and peanuts out.  the peanuts are in shells and the squirrels are buryin' 'em in the snow!!!they're supposed to eat them!! dumb, dumb, dumb rodents.  my Mom went shoppin' for a little today 'cause she has to go out of town for work and all her black pants are too big 'cause she shrunk a little when she got sick.  she got a nice pair o' pants and a long black skirt that's kinda cool, it swirls a little.  she'll wear white shirts with 'em and look like me, kinda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, off to take a nap.  clean sheets on the bed just don't look right without any fur on 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-3087360810271379616?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3087360810271379616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=3087360810271379616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3087360810271379616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3087360810271379616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-blogger.html' title='bad blogger'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14464726.post-3416943522207562971</id><published>2007-02-14T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:18:02.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdOziZFcsAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ekNMHq0GBvI/s1600-h/valentine+for+Boni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031562612133638146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdOziZFcsAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ekNMHq0GBvI/s320/valentine+for+Boni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Boni Maroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You ain't no phoney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or as skinny as a piece of macaroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, you make me feel all moany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If i had a pony, i would share him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;with you, lovely Boni Maroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pee ess - i put macaroni on your card but it's hard to see!!  my Mom was supposed to send the card to you but hasn't.  i'll make sure she will.  sorry you'll get it late.  smooches, Edsel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14464726-3416943522207562971?l=edselthepooch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/feeds/3416943522207562971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14464726&amp;postID=3416943522207562971&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3416943522207562971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14464726/posts/default/3416943522207562971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edselthepooch.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Edsel/The Pooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06134472536465502311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://aipm.net/ed-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0nJM_9_JT4/RdOziZFcsAI/AAAAAAAAAAY/ekNMHq0GBvI/s72-c/valentine+for+Boni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
