<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 16:53:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>10/11/08</category><category>9/17/08</category><category>10/13/08</category><category>11-04-08</category><category>10/10/08</category><category>9/16/08</category><category>9/27/08</category><category>10/12/08</category><category>10/09/08</category><category>9/11/08</category><category>9/8/08</category><category>9/21/08</category><category>9/9/08</category><category>10/17/08</category><category>September 11 2008</category><title>Feathers, Fur and Fins</title><description></description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>518</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-654406223111741958</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-28T06:53:20.654-10:00</atom:updated><title>Windy</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eubVUiduMU4/T8OspC0AjTI/AAAAAAAAENY/0V7eDewj630/s1600/bigwind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eubVUiduMU4/T8OspC0AjTI/AAAAAAAAENY/0V7eDewj630/s400/bigwind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, Bella here again.  Mom is finishing up the last few weeks of school and she has been really busy. This weekend was graduation and she had to go to a couple of events and she didn't get home until late both nights.  She says it's over and I sure hope so. We dogs prefer when she's around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been really windy here for a couple of days now. Really windy. Our toys are blowing all over the yard and I think we've lost some. Mom says we need to get &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;catalog=Online&amp;category=GPS+Systems"&gt;gps software&lt;/a&gt; to keep track of our toys.  The wind also slams doors shut and we get stuck inside or outside. It's no fun.  I wish the wind would go away and we'd get back to being hot like last week. Mom says it will happen, we just need to be patient. I don't know what patient is but I sure wish the wind would hurry up and go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-654406223111741958?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/05/windy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eubVUiduMU4/T8OspC0AjTI/AAAAAAAAENY/0V7eDewj630/s72-c/bigwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-249072222777320826</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-13T16:10:29.155-10:00</atom:updated><title>Dog Days of Summer</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9svW9mIw9Sg/T7BoIa3XyuI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/1tswprFUYaI/s1600/DSC02130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9svW9mIw9Sg/T7BoIa3XyuI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/1tswprFUYaI/s400/DSC02130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says they are here. I don't know what that means but I sure hope that means we dogs get to do what we want.  Bella here and it's been really, really hot here.  That picture is from 2 summers ago, before I was born, and it's Lola in her pool.  Mom and Dad say Lola loves her pool when it is hot. The have another one under the house all ready for this year. Actually they said it was for last year but it never got really hot last year so they never brought it out. But if yesterday and today is any indication of what summer will be like, we will all need that pool this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been quiet here. Mom is trying to finish a thesis. I don't know what that is but she spends a lot of time at the computer and reading stuff. It also makes her kind of grumpy so I hope she finishes it soon. Then she said she needs to find a &lt;a href="http://gre.magoosh.com/"&gt;gre online practice test&lt;/a&gt; because she needs to take the GRE to get into a PhD program. I don't know what that is either but I sure hope it doesn't make her grumpy like the thesis does.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to hot to stay in here. I'm going to go find a shady spot that has a breeze. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-249072222777320826?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/05/dog-days-of-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9svW9mIw9Sg/T7BoIa3XyuI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/1tswprFUYaI/s72-c/DSC02130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-607709370032330249</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-04T20:30:52.034-10:00</atom:updated><title>We are not happy</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWWdcgKy58M/T6TIgnTr9vI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cCNWKFvh6wg/s1600/angry%2Bhusky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWWdcgKy58M/T6TIgnTr9vI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cCNWKFvh6wg/s400/angry%2Bhusky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella here again.  This is not one of us but none of us can really look angry so I had to take one from the internet. &lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad have not been walking us lately.  Mom has been really tired and when she gets home it's late. None of us are happy but it's okay. I know we'll get walks again I just wish it would be soon. Axl gets very sad when we don't walk. Mom keeps telling us that summer is coming and she'll be around more. I don't know why it's taking so long to get here. I sure like it when she's around all day.  Oh well. Maybe we will get a walk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-607709370032330249?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/05/we-are-not-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MWWdcgKy58M/T6TIgnTr9vI/AAAAAAAAEGA/cCNWKFvh6wg/s72-c/angry%2Bhusky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-5743445551210341354</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Apr 2012 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-29T11:50:54.252-10:00</atom:updated><title>Harness</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_5Ge4vwbgJg/T522h0QT0OI/AAAAAAAAEFw/2rlJX1j7UxE/s1600/harness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" width="350" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_5Ge4vwbgJg/T522h0QT0OI/AAAAAAAAEFw/2rlJX1j7UxE/s400/harness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bella here again.  Mom hurt her wrist so doesn't spend much time on the computer anymore.  She went shopping today and bought me a harness.  It's kind of like that one but it doesn't say Zoe on it.  Instead it has pictures of bones and Mom says they glow in the dark. She said it's for safety but I'm never out in the dark.. I don't understand humans sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's been doing a lot of work in the yard. He built a little deck by the birdhouse and the covering he says is a &lt;a href="http://www.amishdesigners.com/"&gt;wooden pergola&lt;/a&gt;. I have no idea what a wooden pergola is but there are wood pieces with big holes you can see through.  I like to lay on the deck and watch the backyard, it's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go now. Time to nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-5743445551210341354?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/harness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_5Ge4vwbgJg/T522h0QT0OI/AAAAAAAAEFw/2rlJX1j7UxE/s72-c/harness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-2313205122857505541</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-25T20:32:40.693-10:00</atom:updated><title>Mother's Day</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyYn3vpHMgI/T5jrR2YsAvI/AAAAAAAAEEA/JeDA7I6lfqY/s1600/mothers%2Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyYn3vpHMgI/T5jrR2YsAvI/AAAAAAAAEEA/JeDA7I6lfqY/s400/mothers%2Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella here again.  Dad was saying that Mother's Day is coming and we should do something for Mom.  I don't know what Mother's Day is but if it's a day where we get to hang around with Mom, I'm in.  I know Axl and Lola will be in too. We all love hanging around with Mom.  She moved her computer into the other room and has a big rug in there. The 3 of us love to lay on the rug while Mom works. We love being near her. Maybe we should get her a gift. I should tell Dad to figure out some good &lt;a href="http://www.personalcreations.com/personalized-gifts-for-mom-pmombsl"&gt;mom gift ideas&lt;/a&gt;, or gift ideas for Mom.  Maybe we could go to Petco and get her something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-2313205122857505541?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/mothers-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iyYn3vpHMgI/T5jrR2YsAvI/AAAAAAAAEEA/JeDA7I6lfqY/s72-c/mothers%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-561195784226926537</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Apr 2012 17:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-22T07:45:30.612-10:00</atom:updated><title>Guitars</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5xw5nIwz8/T5RCjQIsL8I/AAAAAAAAEDE/wNx1oXl9K7Q/s1600/guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" width="270" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5xw5nIwz8/T5RCjQIsL8I/AAAAAAAAEDE/wNx1oXl9K7Q/s400/guitar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our friends came over the other day. He was reading my blog and saw that I wanted to learn to play the guitar. He plays 3 or 4 instruments including the guitar, so he offered to help me.  He said he would show me some basics, give me a good book/DVD to learn from and help me if I get stuck.  When I brought out my guitar he laughed.  It's not a regular guitar, it's smaller and it's old.  He laughed and laughed and laughed. He told me I really needed to get a half way decent guitar and then went on to name all different kinds of guitars; Fender, Gibson, &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/gretsch-guitars"&gt;Gretsch&lt;/a&gt;, etc.  I said Gretsch?!?!?!?!? I never heard of them!!! He says they are good and he seems to know what he's talking about so I'll take his word for it.  Anyway, I'm going out to look at guitars today and I'm kind of excited.  I guess we'll see how it goes.. Oh shoot, I wrote this on the wrong blog.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-561195784226926537?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/guitars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr5xw5nIwz8/T5RCjQIsL8I/AAAAAAAAEDE/wNx1oXl9K7Q/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-7785607859858945596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-14T17:39:06.538-10:00</atom:updated><title>Weird Pets</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKoOoW6daMc/T4pB4OuitaI/AAAAAAAAEBk/zCTWbuYVryE/s1600/ferret.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" width="396" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKoOoW6daMc/T4pB4OuitaI/AAAAAAAAEBk/zCTWbuYVryE/s400/ferret.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister has a ferret.  My daughter has a snake.  I just watched a video of a guy who has a polar bear for a pet. Weird pets I tell you. The truth of the matter is that I think any animal can be raised as a pet. They have to be raised from a baby and the humans just become their family, that's all. No big deal really, it's just people get freaky when they hear of weird pets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my sisters ferret is weird though she's had it for years and loves it.  We don't have ferrets here in Hawaii so that could be part of my thinking. When she was buying her house, she had to disclose that she had a ferret. I'm not sure why, I think it had something to do with the &lt;a href="http://www.turbotitleloan.com/"&gt;title loans nyc&lt;/a&gt; compnay she was using.  I really don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, right now I'm sitting listening to birds scream and wondering why I have them as pets......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-7785607859858945596?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/weird-pets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JKoOoW6daMc/T4pB4OuitaI/AAAAAAAAEBk/zCTWbuYVryE/s72-c/ferret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-2243320056668805931</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2012 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-14T17:32:33.817-10:00</atom:updated><title>Mom has worms</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHq51Raa6Fg/T4pA6wS4ZjI/AAAAAAAAEBY/XD3IAHIO5d4/s1600/worms.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHq51Raa6Fg/T4pA6wS4ZjI/AAAAAAAAEBY/XD3IAHIO5d4/s400/worms.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she's keeping them in a tub outside.  She was talking about composting with worms.  I have no idea what that means, all I know is that she came home with some worms and was very excited.  She then took a plastic tub and drilled holes in it, filled it with cardboard, newspaper, and rotten veggies and put the worms in there.  She is very excited about her worms.  Mom is very strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-2243320056668805931?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/mom-has-worms.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SHq51Raa6Fg/T4pA6wS4ZjI/AAAAAAAAEBY/XD3IAHIO5d4/s72-c/worms.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-378350533074874366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T20:04:19.163-10:00</atom:updated><title>Frisbee Dog</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSHxYEjioxA/T4UdLS_zn9I/AAAAAAAAEBA/0qHzpvTue98/s1600/frisbee%2Bdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="336" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSHxYEjioxA/T4UdLS_zn9I/AAAAAAAAEBA/0qHzpvTue98/s400/frisbee%2Bdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Axl would make a great frisbee dog. I don't know exactly how to teach him but I sure would like to try. He is thin and muscular and I think would be absolutely awesome at it. Of course, I also think he would be really happy if we had a pool. Of course Bella would love to play with the &lt;a href="http://www.aquasupercenter.com/"&gt;pool accessories&lt;/a&gt;, she loves to play with things that she shouldn't.  Okay, I'm off to investigate frisbee dogs and how to teach them. That would be something fun that Axl and I could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-378350533074874366?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/frisbee-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSHxYEjioxA/T4UdLS_zn9I/AAAAAAAAEBA/0qHzpvTue98/s72-c/frisbee%2Bdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-3613923377071875330</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 05:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T19:26:24.462-10:00</atom:updated><title>Mange in Dogs</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.dogmangehelp.com/"&gt;Mange in dogs&lt;/a&gt; needs to be medically treated by a veterinarian as soon as possible. The veterinarian will likely prescribe a treatment plan specifically designed for your dog’s infection. Treating mange in dogs can be a difficult task, as missing part of the treatment, or incompletion of treatment can lead to a re-infestation very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step to treating mange in dogs is to keep everything as clean as possible. This includes cleaning your dog’s bedding and blankets. Vacuuming and shampooing carpets, and focusing on areas your dog frequent may also help during treatment for mange in dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you discover your dog has contracted mange, it is important that he is isolated until treatment is complete. Keep your dog away from other animals, and avoid as much physical contact as possible while he is infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preventing Mange In Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding your dog foods and vitamins rich with anti-oxidants will help to improve his immune system. A strong immune system will help to fight off and kill mites before it has a chance to burrow into your dog’s skin, causing mange in dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be very cautious about other animals that your dog comes in contact with. If you notice any bald or red patches or excessive scratching, it may be a sign that this animal is infected with mange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your dog’s hygiene up is one of the most effective ways of preventing mange. Poor hygiene is a major cause of Sarcoptic mange in dogs (also known as scabies). Proper hygiene for the household and owner is just as important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Remedies For Mange In Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with medical treatments, you can try home remedies to help cure mange in dogs. Be sure to talk to your veterinarian about the type and severity of your dog’s mange before trying any home remedies to avoid further infection or irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal treatments for mange in dogs are safe and effective treatments using ingredients around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen Peroxide and Borax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 tbs Borax&lt;br /&gt;8 oz Hydrogen Peroxide&lt;br /&gt;4 cups Warm Water&lt;br /&gt;Mix borax with warm water and add hydrogen peroxide. Mix together and apply with a wet sponge. Soak your dog completely with the mixture and allow to air dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishwashing detergent - Wash your dog with a gentle, scent free dishwashing liquid. Allow the detergent to sit on the fur for a few minutes before rinsing thoroughly with warm water. Avoid towel drying if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon - Boil water and add one lemon, sliced. Allow this to steep overnight. Apply the mixture to your dog’s fur and allow to air dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Cider Vinegar - Adding a tablespoon of vinegar to your dog’s meal will help to treat mange symptoms. You can also add a bit of apple cider vinegar to your dog’s bath, and rinse thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey - Honey may be applied to red, patchy areas of the skin to help sooth irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garlic - Garlic contains sulfuric compounds that kill mites. Diluted garlic oil can be applied to the infected areas on the skin. It will also help to minimize the bacterial infection wherever it is applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarsparilla, Nettle and Echinacea - These are herbs which help treat mites from the inside. Echinacea helps to strengthen the immune system, which will help to fight off mites that cause mange in dogs. Nettle stimulates the circulation of blood which helps to heal wounds faster. Sarsparilla is an antibacterial herb which helps to eliminate toxins and heal mange in dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neem, Lavender and Almond oil - These essential oils are excellent for helping to heal affected areas when dealing with mange in dogs. Mix one part lavender oil, one part neem oil and ten parts almond oil. Apply to the affected areas twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about mange in dogs, symptoms to look for, treatment options and more, visit www.dogmangehelp.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-3613923377071875330?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/mange-in-dogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-8238606907511210733</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-05T20:31:41.338-10:00</atom:updated><title>Holiday</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy-0cY5CuJ0/T36Li0VOwyI/AAAAAAAAEAc/OpK2lpcxB2w/s1600/IMAG0914-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy-0cY5CuJ0/T36Li0VOwyI/AAAAAAAAEAc/OpK2lpcxB2w/s400/IMAG0914-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bella again.  Mom is so busy she just doesn't have time to blog. I'm going to take over this blog since she never posts here anymore. She was gone all last week and once she got home she went back to work and has been real busy. When she came home tonight she said she had the next three days off. Yeah!!! Mom will be home....woo hoo... We all love it when Mom is home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad built an aviary outside and last Sunday Mom and Dad moved all the birds out there. Axl likes to go out back and bark at them...He is so silly.  Mom said she is going to clean up the bird room tomorrow.  The floor is pretty messed up from the birds and she wants to clean it up and see how bad it is. The floor might need some serious help. Mom says they might need to get a machine to clean it.  I don't know what kind of machine they would get, maybe they would need some &lt;a href="http://www.burnstools.com/manufacturer/Delta_Machinery.html"&gt;Delta machinery&lt;/a&gt; even. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to go. Mom wants to do something on the computer now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-8238606907511210733?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qy-0cY5CuJ0/T36Li0VOwyI/AAAAAAAAEAc/OpK2lpcxB2w/s72-c/IMAG0914-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-6406532366846100470</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 06:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T20:40:16.354-10:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday month</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHboYbIFsWQ/T3qaMhF69kI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/XE2kBWSDhkQ/s1600/pandora-bracelet-be-mine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHboYbIFsWQ/T3qaMhF69kI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/XE2kBWSDhkQ/s400/pandora-bracelet-be-mine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bella here.  Dad was telling us today that Mom's birthday is in April.  He wanted to know what we should get her.  I don't know but I do know that every time one of those commercials come on the TV for one of those &lt;a href="http://bajulimports.com/"&gt;pandora bracelet&lt;/a&gt;s, Mom says she wants one. So I think we should get her that for her birthday. I wonder if they have dog charms? If they do we could get her 3 of them, one for each of us.  I think that would be great. And pink is her favorite color, so pink it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-6406532366846100470?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/birthday-month.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zHboYbIFsWQ/T3qaMhF69kI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/XE2kBWSDhkQ/s72-c/pandora-bracelet-be-mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-6740421563004730922</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-01T06:43:28.749-10:00</atom:updated><title>Momma's home</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz99SjNWrY8/T3iEl6GsJSI/AAAAAAAAD_4/P8i0Q4qHSy4/s1600/snoopy_happy_dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz99SjNWrY8/T3iEl6GsJSI/AAAAAAAAD_4/P8i0Q4qHSy4/s400/snoopy_happy_dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's home, Momma's home..... This is what it looked like around the house last night. Everyone was so happy Momma was home again.  Hi, it's Bella.  Mom has been gone for about 1000 days....Okay, Dad said she was only gone 4 but it seemed like forever.  Axl gets so sad when Momma's not around...Dad's been here but he's not the Momma.... So now everyone is happy again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says she has lots to do today. Unpacking, whatever that is, and laundry - but she does laundry every weekend???  Oh well, I will never understand humans....I'm just so happy Momma is home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said while she was gone she didn't feel so good and that maybe it's time for her to look into &lt;a href="http://www.austinwellnessclinic.com/services/bioidentical-hormone-therapy.html"&gt;Bioidentical Hormone Replacement&lt;/a&gt;.  I have no idea what that is or what it means but I think Momma is just perfect the way she is. We all love when she just lays on the couch and snoozes with us in the afternoons.... Or when she sits in the backyard and watches us play.....We love the Momma and we are all so glad she's home....I'm too excited, I have to go run around and chew something.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-6740421563004730922?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/04/mommas-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oz99SjNWrY8/T3iEl6GsJSI/AAAAAAAAD_4/P8i0Q4qHSy4/s72-c/snoopy_happy_dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-842882686487196712</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-13T21:11:47.831-10:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Break</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nblXxzDmFZQ/T2BA-efK2-I/AAAAAAAAD-A/8tKLqqgy9fw/s1600/imagejpeg_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nblXxzDmFZQ/T2BA-efK2-I/AAAAAAAAD-A/8tKLqqgy9fw/s400/imagejpeg_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, Bella here again.  This is an awesome week. Mom is on spring break and is home all day.  Yeah!!!!  We love having Mom around all day. She works and we sleep and it is awesome.  We've been walking regular to and that is great. Mom is trying to teach me not to pull on the leash. Most of the time I remember but then I get really excited and forget and pull.  But she's pretty patient with me and reminds me to be good.  I try, but it's hard.  I'm only 16 months. In fact, I'm 16 months tomorrow.  Mom read something that said for the first 2 years, dogs age 1 year a month. So at the end of 2 years they are like 24 human years. Mom keeps saying that makes me 16 years old and that explains everything. I don't know what she means but I don't think it's a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axl and Lola are happy Mom's home too. She's gotten serious about Lola walking nicely on a leash and she is serious this time. Lola is like me and sometimes forgets when she gets excited, so Mom has to keep reminding her.  But we are walking every night and that makes everyone happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture was taken by one of my friends down the street. She took it on her phone and sent it to Mom. Mom likes this picture because it shows how big I am.  I like it because it shows how pretty I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-842882686487196712?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/03/spring-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nblXxzDmFZQ/T2BA-efK2-I/AAAAAAAAD-A/8tKLqqgy9fw/s72-c/imagejpeg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-5505674070149688903</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-04T07:44:49.338-10:00</atom:updated><title>Let sleeping dogs lie</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbSW_rDM_VU/T1OpJrvl10I/AAAAAAAAD9M/ZtATuEAmv24/s1600/IMAG0293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbSW_rDM_VU/T1OpJrvl10I/AAAAAAAAD9M/ZtATuEAmv24/s400/IMAG0293.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm pretty good with English but I have never mastered lie and lay - they just confuse me.  Anyway, back to the topic at hand.  So we had the mediation with the neighbors and things went really well.  We have managed to come to an understanding so things are better.  That's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been rainy here for the last week or so and the dogs are dragging mud and dirt all through the house. They do a lot of sleeping, like Axl is up there, but I think we may have to look into &lt;a href="http://www.reidsupply.com/products/packaging-shipping-supplies/poly-bags/mattress-covers-furniture-bags/"&gt;mattress bags&lt;/a&gt; to put over everything so it doesn't get dirty.  The dogs do have access to the yard all day but they also have access to the house. And they are not very good about wiping their feet - the little buggers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it from here. Things are settled down and hopefully will remain that way for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-5505674070149688903?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/03/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LbSW_rDM_VU/T1OpJrvl10I/AAAAAAAAD9M/ZtATuEAmv24/s72-c/IMAG0293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-4281182244277295056</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-26T17:16:33.870-10:00</atom:updated><title>Blogging Dog</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--D2b4uLPS4M/T0rzV0ZyhaI/AAAAAAAAD8E/Avsl2aWXzHA/s1600/blog%2Bdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--D2b4uLPS4M/T0rzV0ZyhaI/AAAAAAAAD8E/Avsl2aWXzHA/s400/blog%2Bdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see Bella has been hacking my blog.  Hmmm... What am I going to do about her? She is too smart for her own good - that little bugger. She's also the only one of the dogs who can reach the computer. The downside to having a large dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having some real problems with one of our neighbors and they seem to be focused on the animals - dogs and birds. The man has claimed that Bella tried to bite him which is total BS because Bella didn't even get near him. And apparently the birds are driving them crazy but quite frankly they are driving me crazy too so I understand that. We have plans for an outdoor aviary and I personally can not wait until it is built. Not only are they loud but they are destroying the room they are in. I want them out. I think one of the main problems with them is that the ringnecks are all male and it's mating season. They have gotten loud in the last month or two and I think it's because they have finally reached sexual maturity. They are trying to find a mate. Not having any luck in the bird room.  So we are having issues with them.  I try to just ignore them but when he stands outside smoking his stinky cigars it's hard to pretend he's not there.  Maybe I should recommend some  &lt;a href="http://www.famous-smoke.com/brand/cao+cx2+cigars"&gt;cao cigars&lt;/a&gt; to him, give him a little class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's been life around here.  Tomorrow night we have a meeting scheduled with a mediator. I'm hoping we can at least get on a path to peaceful living. I don't want to be their friends I just want to live in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-4281182244277295056?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/02/blogging-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--D2b4uLPS4M/T0rzV0ZyhaI/AAAAAAAAD8E/Avsl2aWXzHA/s72-c/blog%2Bdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-3217222416173538654</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-26T17:02:35.188-10:00</atom:updated><title>Vicious Dog</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eqvewlD634/T0rwzEMJiPI/AAAAAAAAD74/a7xrRSZxXZA/s1600/vicious%2Bdog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="388" width="260" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eqvewlD634/T0rwzEMJiPI/AAAAAAAAD74/a7xrRSZxXZA/s400/vicious%2Bdog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bella here again.  I'm very sad. My neighbor said that I'm a vicious dog. He said I tried to bite him. I did not. I just barked at him because he came out of his carport and scared me. I would never bite anyone. But they called the police on me and the humane society came out to investigate. Mom and Dad have been having lots of problems with this neighbor and so I think they are just being mean and vindictive. The humane society came on Saturday when no one was home. The other neighbor told the humane society lady what a nice dog I was and that I never was aggressive or mean. My mom tried to call the humane society lady but hasn't been able to get a hold of her. Mom told me not to worry, that she would explain everything and it would all be okay. That neighbor has known me since I was a puppy. I don't know why he thought I would bite him.  I would never bite anyone. Mom and Dad say I have a softie mouth.  Some people are so mean. I wish those mean neighbors would move. They should just put a &lt;a href="http://www.hitchdepotusa.com/"&gt;curt trailer hitches&lt;/a&gt; on their truck, pack up their stuff and leave. That picture looks like a new dog down the street. Her name is Emily and every time I go by her house that's what she looks like. She looks vicious but I bet she's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-3217222416173538654?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/02/vicious-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8eqvewlD634/T0rwzEMJiPI/AAAAAAAAD74/a7xrRSZxXZA/s72-c/vicious%2Bdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-3443266451250998030</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-18T18:28:03.095-10:00</atom:updated><title>Home Repairs</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EUipdIzSPs/T0B4YaOpoDI/AAAAAAAAD6k/tH73Tj9pIrI/s1600/IMAG0485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EUipdIzSPs/T0B4YaOpoDI/AAAAAAAAD6k/tH73Tj9pIrI/s320/IMAG0485.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Bella here again.  My mom and dad have been working on the house a whole lot lately.  They redid the kitchen with new floor and new counters. They even put in a new sink.  Mom wanted one of those &lt;a href="http://www.siennasinks.com/"&gt;undermount sink&lt;/a&gt;s but Dad didn't. So they ended up with a regular sink and not the one Mom wants. She said when they remodel the kitchen she's getting the sink and counters she wants.  Mom always gets what she wants anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also did the bathroom floor and we weren't allowed in the bathroom for days.  Do you know how hard that is? I love to drink out of the toilet. It's high enough for me. The water bowl outside is on the ground and I have to bend down to get water. But the toilet bowl is nice and high and I love drinking out of it. Mom and Dad make sure they don't use anything that can hurt us in the toilet and they keep it clean so we don't get sick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not walking today that's why I'm so sad in the picture. Mom went out to something called Zumba and came home really tired.  Plus it was dark when she got back so no walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gotta run, Dad's cutting a pork roast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-3443266451250998030?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/02/home-repairs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_EUipdIzSPs/T0B4YaOpoDI/AAAAAAAAD6k/tH73Tj9pIrI/s72-c/IMAG0485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-2675706751760279558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-12T08:42:02.842-10:00</atom:updated><title>February Already!!!!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEAJgOpGDAk/TzgGLP1pnzI/AAAAAAAAD5c/a_onyKzb71A/s1600/Bella%2Band%2BAxl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEAJgOpGDAk/TzgGLP1pnzI/AAAAAAAAD5c/a_onyKzb71A/s400/Bella%2Band%2BAxl.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, Bella here again.  My mom is just so busy lately she doesn't have any time to write about us.  That's okay, I'm beginning to like this blogging thing and I'm getting the hang of the keyboard, so I'll just fill you in on what's going on.  That's me and Axl up there trying to share a little bed.  We both don't fit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got rid of her car and that was a good thing. She had a Mustang and I just didn't fit it in any more. It only had 2 doors and getting into the back seat was hard. She hasn't gotten a new car yet but she says she's going to get an SUV for me.  I don't know what that is but she says I will fit in it and it will be easy for me to get into. Yeah!! She says it will be big enough for us to carry &lt;a href="http://www.bakersgas.com/"&gt;welding equipment&lt;/a&gt; if we wanted to. I don't know what that is so I don't know if I want to carry it around, but I like checking out new things so if we need to we can. I'm very excited about the SUV, even though Mom's in no rush and says it may be 3-4 months before we get it.  I don't really know how long that is but I hope it's not that long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mom doesn't have her car anymore she rides her bike and takes the bus to work. That makes her get home later and our walks are later. It's mostly okay, I like walking any time, but when it starts to get dark I want to get home. Even though I'm with Mom, I still want to hurry and get home. Mom laughs at me when I do that.  Doesn't she know there are monsters in the dark????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it for now.  Mom is cleaning the bird room and I think she's almost done, so I'll sign off for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-2675706751760279558?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/02/february-already.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEAJgOpGDAk/TzgGLP1pnzI/AAAAAAAAD5c/a_onyKzb71A/s72-c/Bella%2Band%2BAxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-4848225385574037161</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2012 06:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T20:25:01.969-10:00</atom:updated><title>Life around the house</title><description>Hi, Bella here again.  Mom started back to school yesterday and she's been really tired.  I thought I would post for her tonight. She'll get back to posting when she adjusts to the school schedule again.  I liked it better when she was around all day.  If Lola and Axl wouldn't play tug of war with me, I could usually get Mom to play. Mom got us a new tug of war toy the other day. Here's a picture of me with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhM3BffarrI/Tw0qIwg3YbI/AAAAAAAAD0s/YsWaTQ4paTM/s1600/IMAG0476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhM3BffarrI/Tw0qIwg3YbI/AAAAAAAAD0s/YsWaTQ4paTM/s400/IMAG0476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an angry bird. The bird is on one end and a pig is on the other end. I really liked it. As I was laying here with it, Lola was staring at me because she wanted it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1iD_D7eH0U/Tw0qcqYEakI/AAAAAAAAD04/6DUsXaDuC5U/s1600/IMAG0475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R1iD_D7eH0U/Tw0qcqYEakI/AAAAAAAAD04/6DUsXaDuC5U/s400/IMAG0475.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to intimidate me but it doesn't work.  Now if she tried to bribe me that would be a different story. I would gladly trade it for something good to eat. But Lola likes food too. She would probably try to give me &lt;a href="http://www.dropdowndeals.com/banana+republic-coupons"&gt;banana republic coupons&lt;/a&gt;, but since I don't have legs to put pants on, it really wouldn't do much good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not much else going on around here. Mom's back to work and we're alone all day again. Of course, Dad gets home pretty early so we really aren't alone that much. Oh well, time for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-4848225385574037161?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2012/01/life-around-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YhM3BffarrI/Tw0qIwg3YbI/AAAAAAAAD0s/YsWaTQ4paTM/s72-c/IMAG0476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-902722934091555485</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T08:24:54.226-10:00</atom:updated><title>That bird</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7RMLE5sJjI/Tv9PluENwSI/AAAAAAAADy0/BfeC2EbsRTQ/s1600/White-rumped_shama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7RMLE5sJjI/Tv9PluENwSI/AAAAAAAADy0/BfeC2EbsRTQ/s400/White-rumped_shama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leading nature tours about 12-14 years ago, I discovered this bird. This bird, the White Rumped Shama, lives in low forest areas, the foothills, so we would see it a lot when leading hikes into the foothills. This is the bird that the Chinese would put in cages and have singing contests with. This bird is an amazing singer. As you walk through the forest you will hear, what seems to be, 3 or 4 different birds.  They are all this bird.  It can sing many different songs and it's just amazing to listen to.  Well, I fell in love with this bird.  I got so I would look for this bird every hike and 9 times out of 10 I found one.  This bird became a symbol to me.  I love this bird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bought this house, I heard one of these birds outside on one of our visits here.  On our first morning here I woke to find one sitting on the wire out my kitchen window.  I took this as a sign things were right and as they should be. Over time I stopped looking for them but every once in a while, usually when things were going bad, I would notice one. I always took it as a sign things were going to get better. And they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have been tough around here lately. There is all kinds of things going on, money problems, neighbor problems, etc.  But on Thursday when I was walking Bella, for the first time in a long time I saw one. It was sitting on a wire singing away and I know it was an omen that things are going to be okay.  Because they are. So, call me crazy, but that bird always symbolizes hope to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what will the new year bring? Who knows. Hopefully it will bring peace and tranquility. With any luck it will bring prosperity and stability. Hopefully Charlie and I will get decent raises this year. I'm hoping that my niece will find &lt;a href="http://www.healthcarejobsite.com/jobsearch/healthcare/healthcare-specialists/default.asp?job=licensed+nurse"&gt;Licensed Nurse Jobs&lt;/a&gt; in her area. She graduates in a couple of weeks.  According to the Mayans it may well bring the end of the world.  I don't think so. It's possible something large and possibly catastrophic may occur but I doubt it will be the end of the world. Or even civilization. I'm holding out hope that it will be a good year and even be kind of boring.   I can live with boring if it means things are going smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-902722934091555485?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2011/12/that-bird.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t7RMLE5sJjI/Tv9PluENwSI/AAAAAAAADy0/BfeC2EbsRTQ/s72-c/White-rumped_shama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-1831200955653547418</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T13:47:53.748-10:00</atom:updated><title>Dogs and Ice</title><description>My dogs love ice. Love. It. In my freezer I have an ice maker, not that it's actually hooked up and used but I do store ice in the tray for the ice maker. Whenever I open the freezer and pull out the ice tray all the dogs come running. They then sit there until I give each one of them a piece of ice. They crunch it and leave. Weird. &amp;nbsp;I have very strange dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-1831200955653547418?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2011/12/dogs-and-ice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-8523964718470088104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-20T08:35:35.960-10:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Break</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwaUjcUtK74/TvDS2AnhwKI/AAAAAAAADwM/Z8g7y5UTC-c/s1600/IMAG0786-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwaUjcUtK74/TvDS2AnhwKI/AAAAAAAADwM/Z8g7y5UTC-c/s400/IMAG0786-1.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Bella again.  Mom is working out and I thought I'd post again since she never does.  Mom is on something called Christmas break.  I don't know what Christmas is, though everyone is talking about it lately, but I like having Mom around all day. Even Axl and Lola like having Mom around all day. I don't know how long she's going to stay home but it's the best thing ever and I hope she does it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Axl had a run-in with a neighbor dog.  Mom and Dad were walking Axl and Lola when the neighbors little dog got loose and went after Axl. Now Axl is a good sized dog, not as big as me but not small, and this dog was just a little chihuahua type. It ran straight for Axl and started biting his legs.  Axl got the dog in his mouth. Dad got the little dog out of Axl's mouth and tried to chase it away but the dog came right back for more!! Axl got him again, then Axl slipped his collar.  Dad had to pin him to the driveway so he wouldn't get away and attack the little dog.  It was crazy. I was at home but could hear all the yelling and I wanted to go help but I couldn't get out. Finally the owner came and got the little dog and took it away.  Mom and Dad got Axl and Lola home and things calmed down.  Dad ended up the only one with any injuries and he got his from holding Axl down so he wouldn't go after the little dog.  Mom is worried about the little dog. It's old and she's afraid the whole episode may cause it to die.  Hopefully the little guy is okay. Mom and I went for a walk after that and it was completely uneventful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a lot here and the yard gets really muddy.  When we dogs go out in the yard we track mud into the house. Mom is not pleased about that.  She keeps telling Dad to do something about the muddy spots.  She says it's not like when we lived in &lt;a href="http://www.frbo.com/"&gt;rentals&lt;/a&gt; and had to worry about an owner.  We are the owners and can do whatever we want. So she want's him to fix it.  I hope he doesn't.  Mud is the best thing ever. When I play in mud I get all goofy and silly. I love playing in mud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom wants here computer back so I guess I should say goodbye for now.  That picture is me next to Dad's 49er rug. &amp;nbsp;The 49ers are doing really good and that makes Dad really happy. We were watching the game last night and he took that picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-8523964718470088104?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2011/12/christmas-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bwaUjcUtK74/TvDS2AnhwKI/AAAAAAAADwM/Z8g7y5UTC-c/s72-c/IMAG0786-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-3122895974543298044</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T18:38:59.341-10:00</atom:updated><title>95</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UbcKBazkrM/TuWB8ih-irI/AAAAAAAADvE/m5aQr1blzZY/s1600/IMAG0992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UbcKBazkrM/TuWB8ih-irI/AAAAAAAADvE/m5aQr1blzZY/s400/IMAG0992.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,Bella here.  My mom never blogs here anymore. She keeps saying she's too busy. Right now she's cleaning the room the birds live in so I thought I would post something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day. I love days when both Mom &amp; Dad are home. I keep bugging them to let me out to see Daddy then to let me back in to see Mom, it's fun. Also when they are both home we usually get morning walks. I love morning walks they are the best thing ever.  Axl &amp; Lola always go first because they are a little crazy.  Mom puts me in the computer room and gives me a biscuit. I like that, it's the best thing ever. When they come back we usually hang in the backyard for a while and then it's my turn. Going on a walk is the best thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we walked down to the big road. That road has lots of cars and lots of noise and I don't really like it much. Last Saturday that noisy parade went down the big road.  When we were headed towards it I kept looking at Mom because I was afraid there was another parade there. But there wasn't so it was okay.  We walked along the big road to the place Mom calls the vets.  I don't know what she means by that, I've been to the vets and we did not go there, so I'm a little confused, but whatever.  We went into this vets office, at first I did not want to go. I could smell other dogs and I did not like it. But Mom said it would be okay so I went in. Mom asked the girl behind the desk if she could weigh me, I didn't know what that meant but the lady came out from behind the desk and petted me, so I guess it's a good thing. Then Mom tried to get me up on this box in the floor and I wouldn't go. No. Way.  But then Mom pulled out some treats and I jumped on that thing and sat down so fast. Treats are the best thing ever. Mom had me sit there for a minute while these numbers kept flashing. I couldn't read the numbers because, well, I don't read. But I sat there. After a few seconds Mom said 95 and let me get off the box.  Then we left that vets place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking home Mom told me I weighed 95 pounds. She also said that in 2 days I will be 13 months old so 95 pounds is probably the weight I will be for the rest of my life.  I guess that's okay. When we got home Mom asked Dad to guess but he couldn't. When she told him 95 he said, woo hoo. I'm not sure what that means but I like that noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess that's about it for now. Mom is almost done with the bird room and I don't want her to catch me on here. Good night everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-3122895974543298044?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2011/12/95.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3UbcKBazkrM/TuWB8ih-irI/AAAAAAAADvE/m5aQr1blzZY/s72-c/IMAG0992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7347054862944296738.post-8852266383730227572</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Dec 2011 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-08T18:47:27.815-10:00</atom:updated><title>Let the dog walking resume</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di-RyVahW-A/TuGRoUdW7UI/AAAAAAAADug/5U6WX1RwNZg/s1600/woman_walking_dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="345" width="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di-RyVahW-A/TuGRoUdW7UI/AAAAAAAADug/5U6WX1RwNZg/s400/woman_walking_dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back on track with the walks.  I've had to take it easy and we've only been taking them on short walks because my back is still sore.  If I walk too much my low back starts to hurt.  But the walks are back and all is well with the world.  At least for the dogs. We were talking that we should get them presents because it's Bella's first Christmas, well she was alive last Christmas but only 6 weeks old.  So I was thinking we should get them presents.  We don't have a lot of money but they are dogs, they don't need much.  It's not like they want &lt;a href="http://teno.com/Boccia-Titanium/Boccia-Pendants"&gt;titanium pendants&lt;/a&gt; or anything, though it would be cute hanging from their collars.  Maybe we'll buy them some special treats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://secure.bidvertiser.com/performance/bdv_rss_rd.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;click=1&amp;rsrc=3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=196904&amp;bid=479892&amp;PHS=196904479892&amp;rssimage=1&amp;rsrc=3" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7347054862944296738-8852266383730227572?l=www.featherfurfin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.featherfurfin.com/2011/12/let-dog-walking-resume.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Flo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Di-RyVahW-A/TuGRoUdW7UI/AAAAAAAADug/5U6WX1RwNZg/s72-c/woman_walking_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
