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<title>Harrod's of Ridgecrest</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Harrod</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Harrod &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 03:48:30 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Over A Year</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 4 May 2013 19:45:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been a while since I last pawed out a diary entry. I think it's 'cause I've been chasing snakes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been a while since I last pawed out a diary entry. I think it's 'cause I've been chasing snakes so much lately. Mum says I should "Back away from the baaaaad snakey!" But I can't hear her. I can't hear anything once I'm chasing anything. And since this desert I live in hasn't had any rain in a few years hardly nothing's alive to chase except the baaaaad snakeys. Humph...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bully Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/774648</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 06:18:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When I was a pup I was afraid of big dogs. I'd run the other way or pat at mum's legs until she pick ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When I was a pup I was afraid of big dogs. I'd run the other way or pat at mum's legs until she picked me up or hunker down submissively in hopes of not being eaten.  Now... Big dogs are my bitches. 

This morning I charged the sweet rescue black lab mix again. Took black lab mix's two owners blocking me and mum pulling me away before I made really loud snarly sounds at the heels of black lab mix. I'm not my fault though. I'm mum & dad's fault. They never really disciplined me as a pup. Or as dad says "I shoulda beat her when she was growing up." All I know is it's a good thing mum & dad don't have anything more than me cause if they'd had kids without fur they'd be the parents of spoiled losers that never graduate high school, can't keep even the most menial of jobs and end up moved back in with them at 45yrs old, which is ironically my dog year age. Ha Ha Ha. Yup... Sure is a good thing all mum & dad got is little 'ol outta control  me. Woof! :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>March Madness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/769885</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:11:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There were a lot of folks &amp; pups on the trail today. Can't hardly blame them. It's March and it was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There were a lot of folks & pups on the trail today. Can't hardly blame them. It's March and it was 70 degrees. Thing is... It's my trail. (Or at least I think so.)

Anyway mum, dad & me were heading south and winding thru the rocks & brush when I spotted a very nice gentleman wearing horn rimmed glasses, Levi's, checkered shirt, hiking boots & a fishing vest. Shortly after I noticed that the very nice gentleman was being accompanied by his Rhodesian Ridgeback and Pointer. I sped down the trail towards them. I could hear mum & dad jogging along after me & hollering something. But I'm a terrier and terriers have selective hearing when they're focused. The only thing I heard when my hearing did pick up dad's voice was dad hollering to the nice gentlemen "Hey! Are your dogs friendly?!" Nice man yells back "Oh yea!" It was at that point the Rhodesian passed me and the Pointer was starting to go by me when I snarled, growled, snapped & lunged at the Pointer's back leg as it passed me. Then I heard mom yell "Sorry! Our dog isn't friendly!" 


Disclaimer: No Rhodesians or Pointers were harmed from my shenanigans written about in this diary entry. Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Flu</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/769315</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Mar 2012 08:55:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mum's got the flu.  So she's been camped out on the family room floor for the last two days.  And be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mum's got the flu.  So she's been camped out on the family room floor for the last two days.  And because I am mum's best friend I have been right there on the floor with her.  Am thinking she's got that bird flu cause I chased 1/2 dozen Quail out of the garage the night before mum got sick.  And I'm not barfing up biscuits so I know it's not the dog flu.

Yesterday morning dad stayed home from the gym to walk me since mum had taken ill.  I don't know why.  I walk with mum.  I walk with mum & dad.  But it's not normal to walk with just dad.  When it came time to go I hunkered down so tight into mum's floor bed that dad had to pry me up to get me outside.  I ran back inside through my door and dove into mum's pile of comforters.  Dad gathered me up again, carried me down the driveway and out our gate.  He set me down.  I sat there.  He toted me to the corner of our street and put me down.  I sat there.  So dad picked me up, carried me 1/2 way down the next street and set me down.  I sat there.  It wasn't until, while being perched in dad's arms, I spotted a bunny at the head of our hiking trail that I forgot all about my mum and would walk with dad.  Turns out walking with dad ain't so bad.  Dad's a way better bunny spotter than mum. :-)

If mum could attach a picture to this Dogster Diary of the Day entry it would be a real time shot of me, her loyal little BFF, curled up atop her and our floor bed.  Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yahowl</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/768429</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Mar 2012 19:36:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Overheard dad telling mum that &quot;Yahoo suggests for a good night's sleep not letting Fido sleep with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Overheard dad telling mum that "Yahoo suggests for a good night's sleep not letting Fido sleep with you."

Am just gonna woof that Yahoo needs to get a dog cause if you love your dog you can't sleep without them.

Love,
H]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Upchuck Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/768389</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Mar 2012 15:57:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I puked today. No one can tell though...

Dad's text to mum &quot;Dog has puke breath&quot; (So I kissed dad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I puked today. No one can tell though...

Dad's text to mum "Dog has puke breath" (So I kissed dad)
Mum texted back "Is there a pile of puke on any of the carpets?" (Then I kissed dad again)
Dad called mum "I just stepped in a pile of green grassy dog puke." (Then I kissed dad)
Could hear mum on speaker phone "Poor Boo" (So I kissed dad again)
Dad "She's got the worst puke breath ever. You're gonna have to brush this dog's teeth." (Then I kissed dad)

Told ya no one could tell I'd puked on the carpet today. Woof! :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Putting Down The Pup</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:32:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I attacked a Labrador yesterday. WhoTF attacks a Lab? A Yorkshire named Boo. That's who. 
 
Mum th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I attacked a Labrador yesterday. WhoTF attacks a Lab? A Yorkshire named Boo. That's who. 
 
Mum thought it was bad when I jumped the Shih Tzu, Cricket, that lives 2 doors down. But now mum's pretty sure the neighborhood has a petition to have me put down.

I'm so mean...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Marking at Neiman Marcus</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/767712</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 16:46:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was in Neiman today &amp; some random shopper approached me &amp; says to mum &amp; dad &quot;OMG! Your dog looks jus ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was in Neiman today & some random shopper approached me & says to mum & dad "OMG! Your dog looks just like my dog." Dad says "Where is your dog?" Lady "It's really quite tragic. When he was 2 he got hit by a car. He survived that w/just a broken spine. I guess that's maybe when his seizures started too. At 3 he choked on a treat. But we saved him w/Heimlich Manuever. At 8 he drowned. But we fished him out of the pool & did CPR. He was great for years until I lost him once after we moved from Jersey. But we rescued him from Animal Control just moments before somebody that worked there adopted him. It wasn't until he was 16 that he wandered up into the hills in Tahoe & disappeared. We're sure it was a coyote that finally got him." Big tears welled up in her eyes & she says "Ha ha ha. It was like he had 9 lives." Mum & dad snatched me up & walked swiftly in the opposite direction of the random shopper. Dad "WTF? She didn't know to watch the dog after she let him bolt into the street & get hit by a car? OMG..."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crappy Key</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/767708</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 16:26:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We were staying at one of my fav hotels. (The one w/tons of bunnies on the golf course.) It was 4-so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We were staying at one of my fav hotels. (The one w/tons of bunnies on the golf course.) It was 4-something a.m. & I had to potty. I scratched on the door. Mum popped out of bed & threw on her sweat pants, jacket, flip flops, glasses, ball cap, blah blah blah and grabbed a room key. As soon as we got out of the room I saw a couple rolling their suitcases down the hall. So I barked & bolted after them. Mum rounded me up & we got down to the edge of golf course where I peed. Then I ran after a bunny. Just after the bunny dove into an oleander I realized I had to poo too. I was mid-poo on the golf course, with the lawn boy staring & another guest w/a cigarette in his hand looking down from his room, when mum realized she hadn't grabbed a poo bag. Next thing I know mum's scooping up my poo w/the room key & then gingerly balancing the poo on the key until we reached the nearest trash can. Mum whacked the poo into the trash, wiped the key on the grass, looked down at me & said "Don't judge me. I did what I had to do." When we got back to our room mum opened the door w/the key & we went back to bed.  :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Close Call</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/766096</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 19:05:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just wanna woof that I almost lost my life today. Yup. Was a near Rainbow Bridge moment. Mum let m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just wanna woof that I almost lost my life today. Yup. Was a near Rainbow Bridge moment. Mum let me slip off the quad whilst on our ride through the desert this afternoon. I know. Right? Maybe it's really the fault of that motorcycle repair guy that probably added a little extra Amor All on the gas tank cause I'd nipped at his shoes when he dropped off mum's quad. Whatever... I still believe that it's only by the grace of daddy reminding mum to put my bungie safety vest on that I am here to paw out this diary entry tonight. Mum & that motorcycle repair guy are lucky that I'm not a grudge holder. :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday to ME!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/763089</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 05:04:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>On this day, Feb 2, 8yrs ago a Yorkshire Terrier by the name of Jody gave birth to me. About 12wks l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On this day, Feb 2, 8yrs ago a Yorkshire Terrier by the name of Jody gave birth to me. About 12wks later my birth parents, Jody & Winston, sold me on the Internet to my current pack for a lot of cash. I'm a mean shit ass to my human parents whom I think are pissed as hell cause they feel like they shoulda got one of those sweet demure Yorkies instead of me. Whatever... It's my 8th birthday today and I hope I get lots of Jumbones, squeaky toys, cookies & trips up Bunny Hill. Happy Birthday to me! Woof! :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Highest Point in Continental US</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 15:16:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hiked up Mt Whitney yesterday.
OK... Maybe I only hiked part way up Mt Whitney yesterday. But my le ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hiked up Mt Whitney yesterday.
OK... Maybe I only hiked part way up Mt Whitney yesterday. But my legs are only like 20cm long. (Euro length cause I'm a direct descendent of a Euro, Yorkshire Ben) So basically for a pooch as short as me I may as well of hiked up Mt Whitney yesterday. Was the only pack dog on trail. (I didn't actually have a pack on cause my legs are only like 20cm long & mum carries all my cookies & turkey legs.) But everyone loved me as usual. I'm cute as long as ya don't touch me. Woof! :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Congrats to Me! :-)</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 06:13:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mum was so excited to hear that I'm a &Acirc;&nbsp;Dogster Diary of the Day. She's been texting, calling, email ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mum was so excited to hear that I'm a  Dogster Diary of the Day. She's been texting, calling, emailing & may even have plans for a blimp to fly over the town today. 
If I had fingers & thumbs I'd be typing the darn diary myself. But let's be real.... Being mum's inspiration is a way tougher job than jotting down my shenanigans. 
Woof! ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fall Hiking</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 18:13:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMDog! Spent the weekend hiking in patches of snow &amp; trees dotted in red, orange &amp; yellow. Of course ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMDog! Spent the weekend hiking in patches of snow & trees dotted in red, orange & yellow. Of course I couldn't actually see all those colors cause I may or may not have a few cones. But mum said it was amazing. And I thought so too cause I chased my first dear ever. Actually I chased four. I can't count either. But mum can back me up on that too. OMDog! It was pretty incredible that my 7.5lb self chased four 70lb dear down the trail. Had mum had the video option turned on you'd all be seeing what I'm saying.
Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Junk's Gone</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Oct 2011 06:31:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was off in the mountains this weekend &amp; hiked a lot &amp; stuff. Anyway on the way home at a rest stop,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was off in the mountains this weekend & hiked a lot & stuff. Anyway on the way home at a rest stop, while I'm peeing on the grassy "No Dogs Allowed on the Grass" spot, some dude comes up to mum & says "Is that a Yorkie?" Mum tells him "Yes. She's just big & has a longer snout than most Yorkies." Dude "You know... I have a male & was looking for a female to breed him with." Mum barks back "She's fixed. And even if she wasn't she'd be the worst candidate you were looking for. She's mean. She bites. She's horrible to sleep with. She hates baths & thats why we had to cut her beautiful hair so short. She hates people & most all other dogs. Worst dog we ever had." Dude "But she's so cute." Mum "Don't let that face fool ya. She's the worst. Plus did I mention her junk's gone?" 
Am not sure momma really appreciates me....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Follow Up Phone Call Confusion</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 10:52:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So the receptionist, Tiffany, from my new vet called &amp; said to mum &quot;We see your little darling's due ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So the receptionist, Tiffany, from my new vet called & said to mum "We see your little darling's due for her Rabies & Bordetella. And did you want Corona too? I mean... We don't really have Corona in this area. Not the beer. The virus." Mum "But she's up to date on her Rabies. She's had Kennel Cough. And why would she need a vaccine for a beer? She doesn't drink beer." Tiffany "But it says on your hand written record you brought us yesterday that Rabies is due." Mum "Yes. I wrote that 3 years ago to remind me it was due this year. See my handwritten note about how she got it on 5-17?" Receptionist "Oh. It's confusing. Your writing to us looks like she was due on 5-17-11." Mum "She was. And she got it at the vet she used to go to that you worked for before he was busted with the doggy drugs and you quit and started working at this vet's office." Tiffany "So the shot clinics are Wednesdays 9 to 12 and all shots are 1/2 off for the Rabies & Bordatella. But we don't have Corona." Mum "Yes. Yes. No beer vaccination. Thank you." Then mum hung up, looked at me, mumbled "WTF?" & patted me on the head. :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Worse For The Woof</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Aug 2011 15:38:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Survived the 12hr food &amp; water fast, teeth &amp; ear cleaning, unexpected broken molar extraction and th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Survived the 12hr food & water fast, teeth & ear cleaning, unexpected broken molar extraction and the drive home in mum's Mini. Doc said "No water until later this evening & no food until tomorrow." So am real glad mum poured that bottle of water into my bowl as soon as we got thru the door cause I was parched. And happy she piled the cookies on top of the couch as soon as I jumped onto it cause I was famished. Woof! :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>9 Out Of 10 Doggy Dental Hygienists Recommend...</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 15:42:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>... a professional cleaning once a year. And since my last doggy doc was allegedly caught with doggy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... a professional cleaning once a year. And since my last doggy doc was allegedly caught with doggy drugs, mum's got me a new doggy doc to clean my teeth tomorrow. And all I'm gonna woof is that I can't have anything to eat or drink after midnight tonight. Hoping things might not get too crazy after like 3am tomorrow morning when I'm looking for the water bowl... :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blue Lake</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 19:16:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Has been almost a full year since mum's posted for me. Am thinking about firing her. Except I like w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Has been almost a full year since mum's posted for me. Am thinking about firing her. Except I like when she feeds me. I like to sleep with her. She's good company on a walk. She kicks down some decent cookies. She takes me out to potty whenever I want. She protects me from big dogs. She gives me baths which I hate but I always feel better when they're over. She fixes me chicky. Maybe I shouldn't fire her just yet...
Anyway, today we hiked up to Blue Lake which I'm not positive was blue cause am not sure I've got cones. Better Google that... Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daisy Dukes</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 18:13:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So... Have been reading (Yup...  That's ruffin right. I read.) all about Jessica Simpson's maltipoo  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So... Have been reading (Yup...  That's ruffin right. I read.) all about Jessica Simpson's maltipoo getting nabbed by a coyote... It reminded me to run out to the edge of my yard and "aaarrrrRRRRROOOOOOO!"

R.I.P. Daisy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Foxy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/588087</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 May 2009 12:12:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Got a foxtail caught in my left ear yesterday.
Was most painful thing since my knee surgery. Couldn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Got a foxtail caught in my left ear yesterday.
Was most painful thing since my knee surgery. Couldn't stop crying & tilting my head. Mum had to rush me to the vet. And Dog knows I hate the vet more than the groomer. Almost hardly cared was in so much pain. Whilst the doc had me under he made my pearly whites whiter, inspected my paws & gave me my annual immunizations.
Spent afternoon &  nite asleep. Never moved. Mum & dad carried my grogginess from room to room.
Now I'll have to choke down antibiotics for the next week. Not the worst trade off for a foxtail removal.
Hope the foxes will keep their tails to themselves from here on out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love Watering The Plants</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/587381</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 May 2009 18:26:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Watering the plants = Mum flushing out lizzies &amp; possible discovery of birdie eggs, chickies and var ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Watering the plants = Mum flushing out lizzies & possible discovery of birdie eggs, chickies and various other wild life.
Have scored 3 birdie eggs, chased down 2 lizzies, saw 1 Sidewinder, discovered 2 Red Racers and tortured 2 Quail chickies this week alone.
Love, love, love when we water!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ruling The Hood</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/580450</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 17:32:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/580450</guid>
		<description>I am the most boisterous loud barker in the hood. Paws down. I mean that rescue german short hair, S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am the most boisterous loud barker in the hood. Paws down. I mean that rescue german short hair, Sadie, comes close. Sadie's even got a howl twist that I can't touch. But not that yellow lab, Archie nor my beloved Bruce the rottweiler and not even Oreo the lhasa apso can get near my incessant low to high range pitched Ra Ra Ra Ruuuuf!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tortoise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/575352</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Apr 2009 19:40:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Found a huge tortoise on my drive way.  I mean he was big.  By the above #2 pic you'd never even gue ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Found a huge tortoise on my drive way.  I mean he was big.  By the above #2 pic you'd never even guess. But this tortoise's shell was bigger than me.
After I found him mum, dad & me rounded him up (dad popped him in the truck & I barked a real lot) and drove him out to the desert.
Was sad to see him go.  But quite frankly I won't miss him.  He didn't move all that fast.  He wasn't furry. Didn't smell that keen.  And didn't respond all that friskily to my very intimidating "Ra, Ra, Raaaaaa!"s]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I LOVE SPRING</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/571912</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 13:00:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/571912</guid>
		<description>Had the best day ever.
Chased 3 bunnies on our morning hike.  
Found a beautiful blue birdie egg.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had the best day ever.
Chased 3 bunnies on our morning hike.  
Found a beautiful blue birdie egg.  Rolled it around & ate it.
Mum made me chicky gizzies for lunch.
Spent the afternoon taunting a lizzy in the asparagus fern.
Then chased a roadie (road runner) off the back porch.

Man... I LOVE SPRING!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Springtime for Boo Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/568122</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Mar 2009 07:40:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/568122</guid>
		<description>Lizzies sunning on rocks for me to pounce at.
Kangaroo Rats nesting in creosotes for me to chase.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lizzies sunning on rocks for me to pounce at.
Kangaroo Rats nesting in creosotes for me to chase.
Birdies smacking themselves against garage windows for me to lunge at.
Birdies building nests & hatching yummy birdy eggs for me to snatch up.
Rats behind fountains for mum to flush out for me to run down.
Dead rats I'd forgotten I'd burried to discover.
Bunnies bounding on Bunny Hill for me to spend my spring days obssessing about.

Yup... Love everything about approaching spring.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Orange County Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/565778</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Mar 2009 21:23:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/565778</guid>
		<description>Went to beach for weekend &quot;because Boo's feeling so much better we need to celebrate.&quot;
Am &quot;amazingl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Went to beach for weekend "because Boo's feeling so much better we need to celebrate."
Am "amazingly well trained."  Overheard everyone in mall saying so.  I follow mum & dad everywhere leashless.  Will not leave their side ever.  Not interested in other people or other dogs in the least.  Quite honestly, truth be told, am so not "astonishingly good."  Am obedience school drop out.  Frankly I just will not let mum out of my sight for a second.  Got nothing to do with anything but my incredible need for my pack.
Also discovered am like the Great Dane of my own breed.  Am AKC perfect... 7lbs, have coat & coloring to kill for, perky ears, yada, yada...  But so not OC perfect.  Didn't meet up with one Yorkie that weighed over 4lb and that wasn't sporting a thick bear-like coat.
But am "Fabulously Trained Bruiser Brute Boo."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bloody Bunny Guts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/564767</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 14:04:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/564767</guid>
		<description>O.K... So one morning last week I barfed up a little blood.
O.K... Maybe it wasn't just a little bl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.K... So one morning last week I barfed up a little blood.
O.K... Maybe it wasn't just a little blood.  It was alota blood.  So much that mum grabbed the phone & was dialing the vet faster than my last hurl could hit the carpet. (Knew I should've puked on the lawn instead.)
Spent that day being poked & prodded.  Posed for a few high tech pictures.  And have been forced to choke down pills & liquids since.
Turns out eating old dead bunny parts aint so good for Boo.  None of the parts were stuck.  Parts just had nasties attached to them.  
And because I can't put two & two together (mum's job), I've raced to the dead bunny part site every morning since that bloody event. (Dead bunny parts with nasties are yummy.)
Yesterday I got to the gruesome site way ahead of mum, snatched up a gut and started to choke it down.  Mum yanked the stringy long goo from my jaw's grip while repeatidly cursing "You're Freakin Sick Boo!"
Mum's got no problem at all forcing pills & liquids down this sick puppy now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Harrodhog Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/556309</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 18:04:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/556309</guid>
		<description>O.K... Punxsutanwney Phil thinks he's something.  He comes out &amp; sees his shadow and Wa La... Winter ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.K... Punxsutanwney Phil thinks he's something.  He comes out & sees his shadow and Wa La... Winter lasts another 6 weeks.

Hey!  Groundhog Day is MY Birthday.  And I say MY Birthday will last for another 6 more months. Ha!  Beat that Phil.

Happy Birthday to ME!
Happy Birthday to ME!
Happy Birthday tooooooo MeeeeEEEE!
Haaaaappy Biiiiirthday to MMMMEEEEEEE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy New Year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/548607</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 14:44:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/548607</guid>
		<description>My nine 2009 New Year's Resolutions:

1. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill
2. I will try not t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My nine 2009 New Year's Resolutions:

1. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill
2. I will try not to shake so hard on high speed car rides
3. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill
4. I will try not to growl so much in bed during wind down time
5. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill
6. I will make it out the doggie door before mum can even start to run the bath water
7. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill
8. I will not let that Romeo kitty tackle me to the ground this year
9. I will make more trips up Bunny Hill]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Am So Not On Board The Bandwagon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/525342</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Nov 2008 15:34:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/525342</guid>
		<description>Have been hearing all about the change that's coming.
Don't know much about pawlitics.
But do know ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have been hearing all about the change that's coming.
Don't know much about pawlitics.
But do know it's a very sad time in America when the masses elect a person who could not even get a clearance to work for the Government to be in charge of the Government.  Someone who associates with questionable characters and attends a church who's pastor is so anti-American.  The people have elected a person who intends to penalize those hard working Joe the Plumbers who've believed in the capatilist principal that every American has always had available to them.
Also think it's very sad that mainstream media does the American people a disservice by reporting such biased news.
Yup... It's a sad day when Peggy the Mooch beats out Joe the Plumber.  But guess that's where America is at.  So I guess I'd better hunker down & get used to spreading the Pupperonis.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dry Spell</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/475424</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:08:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/475424</guid>
		<description>Haven't caught a bunny, lizzy or rat in forever...
It's not like I haven't had the chance either.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Haven't caught a bunny, lizzy or rat in forever...
It's not like I haven't had the chance either.  

A bunny was caught in my yard for months and I just couldn't seem to get it done.  He'd been burrowing in the tortoise den.  He'd intermittently pop out to eat the tortoise food and I'd see him hopping about my yard.  Bunny had spent most of his life in my yard.  After dad finally trapped him and set him free just outside the yard, think both the bunny & me felt a bit of nostalgia.  He ran back & forth against the outside of our fence and I ran back & forth along the inside until the bunny'd figured out he was actually out of the yard.  At which point I watched him hop off into the wide open desert.

Almost caught a lizzy the other day.  Almost.  Grabbed him by the tail and was just about to fling him across the driveway when I realized all I had to fling was a lizard tail.  Lizard had separated himself from his tail and had climbed the stucco wall.  Saw the tailless lizzy yesterday catching a bug in the flower bed.

Then this morning witnessed a tabby cat hunt down and catch a field mouse.  Couldn't believe my eyes or my luck.  Once again I was on the wrong side of a 4ft wire fence.  Would have killed to chase down that mouse or that tabby cat.  

Having the biggest drought ever...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Safety First</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/462960</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 May 2008 17:46:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>O.k.... Just because mum &amp; dad walked away from a high speed head on collision doesn't mean I should ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k.... Just because mum & dad walked away from a high speed head on collision doesn't mean I should have to deal with the latest & greatest safety car carrier.  O.k.... Maybe it does.
Mum & I tried it out today on our trip to the Vet.  I howled from mile zero until we got to the Vet.  Then when I figured out we were at the Vet I ran straight back for the carrier.
Yes... I survived my annual shots.  And because of the new car seat I'll be safe on the many trips mum & dad will take me on.

Take Home Message:  Please, Please, Please Buckle Yourself Up And Secure Your Dogster Pups Even If It Makes Them Howl A Bit.  Noise Is Nothing.  Life is Everything.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Think I'm Gonna Kill Myself</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/449069</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:45:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Am dead.
I feel dead.
I really could be dead &amp; swear wouldn't know the diff.
Repeated Ball of Sti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am dead.
I feel dead.
I really could be dead & swear wouldn't know the diff.
Repeated Ball of Stickers Day over & over & over every day of the last week and a half.  Just like Ground Hog Day.  May as well have been a 7lb. piece of velcro that'd been rolled up & down a mountain of stickers.  Dad would let me loose out the gate.  And mom would bathe & brush me every single time I'd return.
Yesterday mom cried during my bath.  Cried so hard that dad's been forbidden to open the back gate to my beloved Bunny Hill til my next hair appointment.
Life isn't worth living sans Bunny Hill.
May as well off myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>7lb. Walking Ball of Stickers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/446296</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Apr 2008 18:10:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/446296</guid>
		<description>O.k... Snake Season is alive &amp; slithering.
Saw my first Red Racer of the year just yesterday.  Dad  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k... Snake Season is alive & slithering.
Saw my first Red Racer of the year just yesterday.  Dad spotted him first and then pointed him out to me.  Snake had ribboned himself against the block wall down by the pool house.  By the time I'd seen him, he'd coiled himself up and had begun his loud defensive hissing.  I took one look at him, a quick look up at dad, then back at Red, back at dad, etc... etc...
Next thing I know dad's sweeping the snake into a plastic basket.  Snake's hissing and lunging up & out of the basket.  Dad covers the top of the container.  We head out, up & over Bunny Hill.  We climb through the desert brush and over piles of boulders until dad, me & Red were way far from my yard.
Dad dumps the basket and releases the snake.  Red spits one last hiss towards us and swiftly slithers off into the rocks.
I was so proud, pumped up and way too preoccupied with the idea of that snake to notice the extra weight I'd put on since dad & I trekked through the desert.  Hardly even had time to catch my breath before I'd realized mom'd scooped me up and had made her first attempt to run a brush unsucessfully through me.  Every square inch of my coat was covered in stickers.
Took 1 shampoo, 2 conditioner treatments and 30 minutes of brushing for mom to work them all out.  Mom was hissing louder than the snake had.
Would do it all again in a second though.  Seriously would endure days of grooming for dad to score another snake.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Huge Image</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/432861</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Mar 2008 13:07:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/432861</guid>
		<description>Objects in the mirror appear much smaller than their actual size.
It's true.
Am convinced my actua ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Objects in the mirror appear much smaller than their actual size.
It's true.
Am convinced my actual size is like 10ft tall rather than the rumored statuesque 10 inches.
Saw Bruce IV (neighbor rotweiler who's like 100x me sans the mirror) this morning while on my walk.  Spotted him down the street from his house.  Mom's all "there's Brucey Boo!"  I charged straight for him.  He stood completely still.  As soon as I reached him, I ran around him like 1/2 dozen times & then lunged toward him.  He cowered & immediately took off back towards his place.  And I raced right after him.  Chased him two blocks down the street & up his drive.
Have same effect on Romeo kitty (who's like 3x my size without the mirror) when I catch him in my yard.
Mirrors must be like opposite of appearing on TV...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Abstract Expressionist</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/430206</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:44:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/430206</guid>
		<description>Last thing last night mom gave me a Greenie.
First thing this morning Greenie'd gone right through  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last thing last night mom gave me a Greenie.
First thing this morning Greenie'd gone right through me.  
Had just come back into mom's dressing room and was waiting for her to gear up for our morning hike.  Looked straight up at mom with the biggest goofiest Odie style smile on my face, sat right down on her white shag throw rug and dragged my butt across it.  Left a pine green stripe right down the middle of her stark white rug.  Quit frankly... it was beautiful.
Am an artist really.  Feel like Pollock.  Could just create, create, create by throwing my random colors on a carpet canvas.  
Still cannot understand why mom threw that rug right into the washer.  
Am a talent wasted.
Plus, I really thought it'd be cool to have some hipster green shag carpet.
Mom's such a downer.  She so doesn't appreciate such talent.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Feather Frenzy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/428740</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 06:19:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/428740</guid>
		<description>Was the night before last... Just after the full moon had been eclipsed.  About the time mom &amp; I beg ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was the night before last... Just after the full moon had been eclipsed.  About the time mom & I began our evening routine (Involves dad in the front room with the clicker watching some engineering show.  And mom slipping into the bedroom with a great magazine.  I usually follow mom back cause she's got Boo treats stashed in her nighstand.).
At any rate, mom & I had just started to snuggle in when we heard the wwwwhhhaaaaaaAAACCKK on the bedroom window.
I drop the cookie mom had just handed me and let out my "grrrrrrr-woof!"  Mom pops her head up from her Vanity Fair.
We walk over to the french doors while listening to rustling against the side of the house just below the window where the whack was.
Mom cracks the door open.  Then yells "Get the kitty Boo!" (Neighbor Kitty, Romeo, had been hunting quail who were nesting in the palms ouside our bedroom.)
I bolt out & to the right.  Belted out a "Rrrrrrrraaaaaahhhh!"  Turned in a full circle, raced off to the left across the grass, right on the kitty's tail until he scaled the ash tree.  Romeo clung to the trunk about 8 feet above me.
Mom, who'd been following us both in her jammies & UGGs, scooped me up & lifted me just out of Romeo's swatting range.
Romeo flings himself onto the ground from the tree about 20 feet away.  Mom lowers me down to the ground.  Romeo takes off around the west side of the house.  I race after him around to the front side of the house, across the drive and to the fence where Romeo bounds up & over into his yard.
I immediately return to the original scene of Romeo's crime.  Where I sniffed every square foot of the upper planter studying & analyzing that Romeo's doings.
Meanwhile mom spent the same 10-15 minutes holloring & whistling for me from the front of the house, down the drive, back around the west side of the house, around the front again, over by the fence and finally back around the east side of the house where she'd found me.

Am hoping mom is willing to get the sleeping bags out & camp out on the back porch.  I just know that Romeo Kitty will be back eventually.  And when he does return.. I'll be there to foil his feathered plan.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good Boo Hunting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/414530</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 15:31:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Caught &amp; killed a lizard the other day.
Took me nearly two seconds to catch, clamp down on and shak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Caught & killed a lizard the other day.
Took me nearly two seconds to catch, clamp down on and shake that lizzy lifeless.
Found him on the sunny side of a boulder I'd been bounding off of on the south side of Bunny Hill.
Had the most prideful look on my face and sparkle in my eyes.  Right up to the moment dad pointed out that it was 30 degrees outside and the poor cold blooded creature may as well have been an inanimate squeaky toy.
Like I would know...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Harey Experience</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/402769</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 10:36:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In all my 3 year bunny chasing experience, I'd never witnessed the phenomenon I saw yesterday.  Neve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In all my 3 year bunny chasing experience, I'd never witnessed the phenomenon I saw yesterday.  Never.
Was up on Bunny Hill bounding from rock to rock.  Was cruising by and through various rodent dens.  Had just popped my head out from one when I paused to scan the horizon.  Took a look to the left, then to the right and gradually back to the left again when out of nowhere the bunny who's hole I'd been blocking had returned to his home.  He'd hopped right up & into me.  He froze in complete surprise at the sight of me.  And I froze in complete surprise at the sight of him.
Took me about 2 seconds to begin letting out my high pitched bunny chasing "YIP, YIP, YIP!"  Bunny dashed to the left.  And I took off right after him.  I was on that cotton tail across, down, over and half way back up Bunny Hill before he narrowly escaped into an abandoned burrow that was at the base of another pile of boulders.
Spent most of the rest of the afternoon inspecting, digging into & around and sniffing for another chance of a lifetime.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What Happens In Vegas...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/394049</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 18:56:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>... Apparently Doesn't Include Me.

Was abandoned by the parents over the Thanksgiving weekend.  Y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... Apparently Doesn't Include Me.

Was abandoned by the parents over the Thanksgiving weekend.  Yet still have so much to be thankful for.

Am thankful mum dropped me off at my buddy Max's.  He's my super cute Lhasa Apso pal that love, love, loves me.  

Am thankful Max's pals Shorty (the sweetest & shortest black Lab mix I've eva met) and Sassy (even sweeter Basset that would have loved to have mothered me all weekend had I ever stopped growling at her) welcomed me too.

Will always be thankful God created bunnies & rats.

Am most thankful for the dead birdie that was on my back porch when I got home.  Sure... I missed mum & dad.  Gave them about a gabillion kisses when they picked me up.  But there's nothing like tossing around & rubbing up against the 'ol Thanksgiving birdie.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ratatouille</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/385801</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Nov 2007 18:58:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>O.k... Do ya know how loooooong it's been since I've chased a rat?  Like foreeeeeevvvvvvaaaa.
Sniff ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k... Do ya know how loooooong it's been since I've chased a rat?  Like foreeeeeevvvvvvaaaa.
Sniffed out a big grey fat one today.  Yup.  Today.  He was in the jackpot (a.k.a. pool cover vault).  
It's been totally too long.  Like waaaaaaay too long since I've scene, heard or smelled one.  Almost forgot what it was like.  But it was totally like riding a bike.  Whole skill & thrill came right back.
And even though one may have written off the hour & a half I spent trying to hunt him down as a waste of time.  It was totally not.  The mere thrill of the chase made it completely worth it to me.
Gawd I hope it rains more this year than last.  Would really appreciate more rats this year than last.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aunt Betty's Beano</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/376411</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 20:31:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Apparently ate one too many chunks of salmon jerky on our hike yesterday.  Had terrible gas on the c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Apparently ate one too many chunks of salmon jerky on our hike yesterday.  Had terrible gas on the car trip home.  
Was still a little smelly today.  Overheard groomer asking mom what the heck she's been feeding me.
Guess I should have finished chewing off the cap of the Beano Aunt Betty dropped on the floor the other night.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boo Gates Foundation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/375929</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 19:38:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent all of saturday donating my time, money &amp; reputation for charitable causes.
Gathered up &amp; don ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent all of saturday donating my time, money & reputation for charitable causes.
Gathered up & donated every one of the binkies I don't lay on to the local animal shelter.  Really hope those not snuggled into the king size down comforter I occupy every night are warmer now because of me.
Went down to the local no kill kitty shelter & bought myself a pack of cookies.  Frankly would have rather chased those kitties right up their rug tree houses though.
Then my cousin Dusty Rose (New Beagle Puppy) & I wrote this huge check (like 3ft by 5ft) in memory of our beloved other cousin Burns to the animal shelter's emergency medical services fund.  Am really hoping we might have helped those poochers & puss kitties that are less fortunate than ourselves.
Really am becoming quite the philanthropist.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jet Set</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/372029</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Oct 2007 12:32:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yes.  Well...  Apparently not only does Caribbean = grandma's house, but Waikiki = grandma's place t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes.  Well...  Apparently not only does Caribbean = grandma's house, but Waikiki = grandma's place too.
Last week when mum & dad packed up their bags and we all piled into the car, I was sure I was on the travel too.  Turned out my itinerary wasn't the same as mum & dad's though.  My final destination was only a few miles down the road.
For the last 5 days have forced grandparents to endure bizarro Boo quirks...
-I really enjoy unnecessarily bursting out the door & barking at absolutely nothing.  Not all the time.  Just once in a while when I get a wild barking hair.
-Am a rather eccentric eater.  Will go pretty much forever without a bite unless I find the particular food extremely appealing and am hand fed.
-Grandma's lap is my territory.  Will growl every single time that goofy Brandy approaches while I'm propped there.  And that clown just flops his ears, smiles wide & pats his paws right back at my every single threat.
-Cannot be disturbed whatsoever while trying to get my beauty sleep.  Will snarl, nip & lunge on the slightest movement of any foot at the end of the bed for the entire length of the night.
Was thinking bizarro Boo stories would guilt mum & dad into not ever leaving me behind again.  But am afraid bad grandpup rep really not.  Grandparents have bizzaro sense of humor.  Am considered "really fun" and "quite the character."
Still... Am hopeful French Riviera really does equal Beluga & Cristal come next fall.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shopaholic Goes To The Beach</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/361604</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Sep 2007 18:38:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent last weekend at the beach.  Three glorious days romping in the sand &amp; frolicking at the malls. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent last weekend at the beach.  Three glorious days romping in the sand & frolicking at the malls.  And would have totally reported in way earlier had I not been scratching myself all over day & night since.  Really should fire mum for not washing the sand off me sooner than wednesday.  Beach salt really can completely ruin one's skin if left on for like 4 freakin days.
Between the sunrise walks along the pacific mum, dad & I shopped our furry little butts off.  Granted... mum's isn't nearly as furry as dad's & mine... 
Am amazing.
When I'm toted in my carrier inside the not so fur friendly mall, I'm a complete angel.  Never a whimper, cry or "ruff" out of me.  Ever.  Can last hours & hours mostly completely unnoticed.  Only the keen eyed shopper realizes I'm hanging inside the bag slung over mum's shoulder.
Overhearing mum's explanation in detail to the Louis Vuitton, Burberry, Gucci, Fendi, Jimmy Choo and Chanel boutiques how their pup totes desperately needed to be improved upon was quite entertaining.  They really could use proper design.  Such stylish bags would be not only functional but in way high demand.
When I'm out & about in the poocher friendly mall I can completely go commando (sans leash).  Am not a wanderer nor a bolter.  Almost never misbehave.  Can't count on all paws how many times other pup parents commented on how completely obedient and what a great follower I am.  Kept hearing the "my dog would never do that," and the "whoa... how'd you teach her to follow so well" comments.  And, minus the one time I charged the running toddlers during lunch at our fav Italian cafe, I was pretty much perfect.  
Ho hum...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love Taggin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/351048</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 15:03:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of my best pals, Izzie, has Love Tagged me.  Feel so special.  I mean Izzard's way cool.  Like m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of my best pals, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=160707>Izzie</a>, has Love Tagged me.  Feel so special.  I mean Izzard's way cool.  Like me.  He's crazy about his orange chair.  Orange is one of my favorite colors.  Plus, like me, he's got freakish way cute little quirks.  I absolutely lurve Izz and his sister Crick. (Tall and squat kinda rock too.)  Am so honored he lurves me enough to Love Tag me.

So now it's my turn to spread the love.  The rules are easy:  Tag three of your pals and write why you tagged them.  Direct them to your diary for the rules.  That's it.  What fun!  Who'll be next?

1.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=433193>MAX!</a>  I tagged Max because one eye color just aint enough.  Because his mom can head but & tackle dangerous rifle carrying maniacs like no one mom & I know.  Max's mom risked her life to save the lives a few of her & my mom's coworkers.  She's is a real life hero.  Plus Max gave me the best get well cookies & cutest pink "Looking For A Good Stud" T-Shirt.  

2.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=76593>JAY-JAY!</a>  I tagged Jay-Jay for obvious reasons.  Take one look at my Dogster boyfriend's page & any pooch would tag him.  He showers me with gifts.  Gave me a big squeeky pink ducky that I try to hump at least once a day. (Lurve that ducky.  Really need a whole Lurve Tag entry for the ducky alone.)  Jay-Jay's as cute as he is popular.  I'm lucky to have Jay-Jay in my life.  He's beyond special.

3.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=121568>PORTIA!</a>  I tagged Portia because she finds time for me in her busy majestic napping schedule.  Portia has a huge, thoughtful & generous heart.  She's risen above the horrors of Puppy Milldom to Queendom as gracefully as any pooch could.  She's just got the most elegant soul.

Much love to each & every one of my pup pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tropical Paradise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/347383</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Aug 2007 17:04:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am always a bit nervous when mom drags the suitcases out.  And two weeks ago when mom opened that cl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am always a bit nervous when mom drags the suitcases out.  And two weeks ago when mom opened that closet where they're stored I was a bit uneasy.  Spent alot of time pacing around, sniffing all over & climbing into those cases.
Usually it's a pretty good sign I'm going with if mom piles me in the car just after the bags.  So I was completely thrown off a week & a half ago when, as we were headed out of town for some fantastic vaca, we pulled into grandma's drive.
Turns out I was scheduled to have an exclusive all inclusive getaway with 2 ginormous siamese kitties, Gizmo (the somewhat freakily shy lhasa apso) and Brandy (the newly adopted 5mo. old  cream colored pompoo).  Had no idea balmy breezes meant being in the 105 degree backyard with Brandy.  
Brandy could seriously be the coolest cartoon character too.  Really.  His face couldn't be more animated.  He wears the goofiest permanent smile.  His eyes never stop twinkling.  And his ears simultaneously flip flop in opposite directions.  Really could pass for Disney's "Goofy" rather than a "Brandy" in a second.  And that Brandy never stopped nudging, sniffing and patting at me the entire glorious 1.5 weeks.
By the time mom & dad picked me up and we'd discussed our separate experiences, the only commonality we had was the traveler's diarrhea.  
So did not know Caribbean Vacation = Grandma's House.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First Lakers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/337953</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:01:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>(First Laker -  Novice hiker who's maximum distance is the first lake of any hiking trail.)


On  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ (First Laker -  Novice hiker who's maximum distance is the first lake of any hiking trail.)


On the way up the trail this past saturday we'd passed many a First Laker.  I hiked that trail myself alot of the way.  Mom & dad toted me some of the way too.  
One First Laker, in particular, was sporting a tan ball cap.  He'd separated from his fellow outdoorsmen.  He was carrying a fishing pole in one hand and a walkie talkie in the other and was heading for the first lake.
On the way down the mountain we again ran into the tan hatted fellow who'd been hanging out fishing at the first lake.  I happen to be perched atop dad's arms upon our second encounter.
When he spotted me, man in the ball cap gets on his walkie talkie and mouths off.... (cccrrrrtt) "Yorkshire did not make it.  Repeat.  Yorkshire did not make it." (cccrrrrtt).  Mom, dad & I immediately turn around and look at the guy.  Mom's like "You don't understand."  Dad's all "She just had surgery."  I'm wiggling.  All four of my legs are flailing for freedom as if to say myself "I'd kick your First Lake #*! up that mountain man!"
Dude in the tan hat with the fishing pole in one hand and the walkie talkie in the other gave us all this blank look and just started to laugh.
Humph... The nerve of those First Lakers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fire &amp; Hikes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/335362</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:41:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Headed up to the high country on saturday.
Spent the day mostly being toted up one of our fav sceni ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Headed up to the high country on saturday.
Spent the day mostly being toted up one of our fav scenic sierra passes.  Would rather have been mostly hiking myself.  But the over protective parents didn't want me suffering a post surgical setback. 
No. 1 biggest advantage to the whole being carried thing:  The wildlife viewing from 5ft versus 1/2ft from the ground is way cool.  Spotted at least 1/2 dozen marmot from dad's shoulder.  And marmots are just as fun to chase out from under boulders as bunnies.

Tried to head down from the high country saturday afternoon.
Apparently while we were hiking the glorious mountains, the desert caught fire.  Road home was in flames.  So just after dad's failed attempt at running the CHP/Forest Service/Fire Department road block we turned ourselves around and made an unplanned weekend of it.

Spent sunday morning hiking up to another of our fav scenic sierra lakes.
Stopped at a local hot spot for my fav roasted turkey legs for lunch.
And headed back through the rings of fire sunday afternoon as soon as our road home opened.

Overall Weekend Rating:
4 paws up for the sights, marmots & turkey legs
minus 1 paw down for the loss of wildlife from the fires
and minus 1 paw down for the acres of scenic mountain sides scarred from the flames]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BRUCE I, II, III and IV</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/331699</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Jul 2007 19:45:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was just getting back into my morning routine after being under the knife.
Was out hiking this morn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was just getting back into my morning routine after being under the knife.
Was out hiking this morning (Yea.  Totally hiking my approximately 2 mile route without a skip, hop or a limp.  I know.  It rocks man.) when we ran into Bonkers & Bonkers' mom.  (Bonkers' mom is this 5ft tall, very tan, white haired, high strung but somewhat nice person who really does make an effort to control Bonkers.  Which so can't be that easy because Bonkers is like an 150 dog year old dalmation.)  
Bonkers' mom is our neighborhood "Gladys Kravitz."  She knows everything about every dog and is more than willing to give up that everything about every dog to just about anyone.  
Anyhoodle... Just after I barrelled down the sandy wash that's just below the last hill mom & I had climbed, we ran into them.  While Bonkers was busy attempting to pound me into that sandy wash, Bonkers' mom was telling mom that Bruce III (Who I thought had been named Rocky but who had apparently been renamed, while I was out of the loop, Bruce.) had wondered out into one of the few busy byways in our town and had tragically met his maker.  
According to Bonkers' mom, the good news was that Bruce III's successor, Bruce IV, had already moved in and was helping to ease the pain of the loss of Bruce III.  Bruce IV is reportidly as cute as a little black & brown bear.  And I apparently would fall madly as in love with Bruce IV as I had Bruce II (Whom I thought was Bruce I my whole life).
Seriously.  Would really like to know why Bruce's parents can't just go out on a limb, be creative and come up with a name besides "Bruce."  Would really help me to understand the neighborhood gossip so much better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Buffalo Boo's Wild West</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/323478</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 16:57:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Approximately 7am This Morning - Had just returned from our currently abbreviated morning hike.  And ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Approximately 7am This Morning - Had just returned from our currently abbreviated morning hike.  And was sprawled out on our drive staring up at Bunny Hill.

About 706am - Caught sight of a big grey coyote sidling up to the fence line.

Approximately 2 Seconds Later - Little Oakley Annie (a.k.a. mom) came barrelling out the front door waving a pistol in her hand and hollering "You aint eatin my Boo for breakfast!"  Next thing I know Annie's squinching up her face, aiming & firing into the air.

Immediately After The Shot Heard Round The Neighborhood - Coyote ran for the hills.  And I was scooped up & stuffed in the house.

Have been in lockdown since.  Have only been allowed escorted excursions outside.  It's just not right.  Yet another of my commonalities with that heiress Paris.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Luxating Patella Poster Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/319518</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jun 2007 14:50:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am healing beautifully.  Knee is officially not knocking.  4 weeks after surgery and am touching dow ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am healing beautifully.  Knee is officially not knocking.  4 weeks after surgery and am touching down regularly.  Doc has even given the go ahead for gradual increase in activity.
And the best news of all... Aint gonna see another vet until my shots are due next year.  Woo hoo!
Am now huge advocate for corrective MLP surgery.
Will be chasing those bunnies in no time.  Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Baffled By My Bravery</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/315706</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 May 2007 17:05:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just yesterday mom was returning from what used to be &quot;our&quot; morning run when she caught me facing of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just yesterday mom was returning from what used to be "our" morning run when she caught me facing off with a coyote.  Yup.  I was on one side of the fence and he on the other when mom jogged up.  Every hair on my back was standing straight up.  I'd been barking louder than I had since before I went under the knife.  And coyote was barely phased by my ruckus.  Just stood on the opposite side of the fence sizing me up.
Today... Dove straight under the comforter of the Recovery Camp as soon as I heard that fly come through the opening door.  Friggin hate flys.  Hate 'em.
That's right.  I'll take on a wild beast in about a second.  But run from a square millimeter sized bug in half a second.  Go figure...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TAG!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/313152</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 May 2007 19:36:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tag Rules That Must Be Followed:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves.  Dogs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tag Rules That Must Be Followed:
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves.  Dogs who are tagged need to post in their diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts.  Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names.  Don't forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your diary or send them a fun rosette announcing they've been tagged!

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7 PAWSOME FACTS ABOUT ME:

1.  I live for Bunny Hill.  I obsess about bunnies, lizards, chickies, rats, chuckawallas and pretty much anything that moves across that hill.

2.  Flys freak me out.  Period.  And real dogs don't eat them.  No matter what dad says.

3.  High speed car rides make me crazy.  Stuff passes by way too fast.  Wind noise sends me into a complete panic.  My convulsions don't stop until the car slows down.  And car rides give me bad gas too.  Like the kind that makes mom & dad roll all the windows all the way down.

4.  Mom & dad always get kisses, tons & tons of kisses when they come home.  Except when one of them comes home smelling like another dog.  I don't reward cheaters.  Not ever.

5.  I'll growl at dad just to piss him off.  And it usually does.  Mom has to throw herself between us.  It can get ugly.

6.  I believe baths suck.

7.  I'm very photogenic.  Take a look at me.  Way cute.
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The 7 Dogs I Have Tagged Are:
Izzie
Cricket
Portia
Wrigley
Max
Oliver Louis
Willie

Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Red Sun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/310619</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 May 2007 06:51:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So mom and I are heading outside &amp; across the back porch yesterday afternoon.  Just like we had a do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So mom and I are heading outside & across the back porch yesterday afternoon.  Just like we had a dozen times earlier that same day.  Got half way across the patio when I heard mom's "uuuuuhhhhh!"  Mom scoops me up with one hand and turns & points at it with the other.  3ft long Red Racer snake was slithering towards our direction.  Mom rushes back into the same door we'd just come out of with me in tow.
Spent the next few hours watching Red through the french doors while he wrapped & unwrapped himself around various plants & pots on our back porch.
It wasn't until dad came home that mom and I emerged from inside.  By this time Red had slithered off the porch and was making his way through the lawn.  Dad came around the east side of the house carrying a bucket.  Next thing I know dad's snapping up & tossing Red into the bucket.  It was all mom could do to hold onto me while all 3.5 of my legs are whippin around like a couple sets of blenders.  
Dad heads toward the gate with Red climbing vertical out of his bucket.  Mom and I follow not far behind.  I'm screaming louder than ever and wriggling harder than I had since they dropped me off at the vet.
And where, of all places, does dad bring Red?  Bunny Freakin Hill!  Yup.  Let Red go at the top of my beloved hill while mom and I watched from the bottom.  If I'd been given the chance, I'd have been on top of that hill too.

O.k...  So later that same evening we're chillin in the garage when I hear mom's "uuuuuhhhh!"  Orange Sun Spider, who was more the size of a tangerine, is high stepping it across the floor.  I tripod towards Sunny.  Sunny makes it to the garage door and tucks under dad's hiking boots.  I start nudging dad's boot.  Next thing I know dad's lifting his boot with one hand and smashing Sunny with the other.

Geeze...  I can't wait to be part of the real chase again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Stitch In Time Saves Nine</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/308675</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2007 16:36:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was scheduled for suture removal on day 14.
Plucked out my first stitch on day 5.
Chewed off the l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was scheduled for suture removal on day 14.
Plucked out my first stitch on day 5.
Chewed off the last 8 on day 6.
O.k... So maybe I'm like 9 days early.  And maybe  I should have been wearing one of those clear plastic party hats.  Or maybe I shouldn't have ignored mom's "No Boo!"s.  Oh well... The freakin things were itchy & scratchy.  I wasn't in the mood for a party.  And why should I listen to mom now?  Besides... Was totally worth sparing myself 8 hours in the car clung to mom's shoulder shaking like a leaf.
Just call me Dr. Boo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Archaeologist Claims Discovery of Queen Harrod's Burial Ground</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/306472</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 May 2007 13:59:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>RIDGECREST (AP):  Following a long quest in search of Queen Harrod's burial ground, an archaeologist ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ RIDGECREST (AP):  Following a long quest in search of Queen Harrod's burial ground, an archaeologist announced Tuesday that he found what appears to be the ornate remains of the famous modern era queen's burial site on the edge of the Mojave Desert.
The archaeologist said he knew he solved the puzzle of Harrod's yard when his team uncovered pieces of a large squeeky gingerbread man toy made of green cloth and decorated with a christmas motif along the sandy wash of the queen's grounds.
"The location and unique nature of the findings, as well as the historical record (the gingerbread man was one of many gifts given to the queen just this past christmas), leave no doubt that this is Harrod's burial site," according to the archaeologist.  He did point out, however, that no paw prints had been found on the site that would more definitively verify that this was infact the toy of Harrod.
The archaeologist had been excavating the site of Harrodium, a palace complex of various buildings, an icky pond and great view of Bunny Hill.
For a pup of great ego and vision, this was the place she had chosen to bury and memorialize her old Greenies, various bunny parts, a squeeky toy or two and half eaten Bully Sticks.
"Harrod is a great queen.  Who was not named after the notorious King Herod.  But after the magnificent department store in Knightsbridge,"  said the archaeologist who was there the morning the green gingerbread man was found.  And "You cannot say that it is 100 percent hers until you find something written 'Harrod' or possibly 'Boo,' but all the facts show it's the one."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Road To Recovery...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/306022</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 May 2007 13:37:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...Should Really Have A Map.

Approximately Midnight On Post-Op Day 1:
Dad fills a syringe with m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...Should Really Have A Map.

Approximately Midnight On Post-Op Day 1:
Dad fills a syringe with my first dose of medi to be administered to me as per the Dr's orders.  
Meanwhile mom's bracing me on our makeshift recovery camp.  Which consists of a spare mattress pushed to the corner of our bedroom with pillows & comforters piled on and around it.
Next thing I know dad's commin toward me.  Mom's got me grappled down.  And I start squirming, wiggling and fighting.  Dad goes for my mouth.  Ends up squirting my whole left side instead.  So dad grabs a second syringe full.  I start snarling & snapping in a fit of terrier rage.  Just as dad approached my mouth for a second time I jerk away & out from mom's grasp.  But not before dad doused my right side with the sticky orange liquid.
I tripod over to the red ottoman at the foot of our ginormous bed.  It was there that I was just about to attempt a jump when I heard in stereo "NO BOO! DON"T JUMP BABY!"
Dad starts hollering obscenities that I haven't heard since I scratched the paint off the french doors, while he's grabbing me up.  With big tears rolling down her face, mom prys my jaws open and somehow gets a squirt down my throat.

Day 2:
Wrestling match between the 3 of us continues every 8 hours as prescribed.  And my fur is clumped in so many sticky patches I may infact need to borrow Britney's shears before the end of Week 1.

Day 3:
(Light bulb must go on somewhere in mom's head.)  Mom holds a finger dipped in prescription goo to my sticky muzzle.  I lick it off.  She holds a second swipe of it to me.  Licked that right up too.

Not sure if it's that the medi actually tastes good or that it's my despiration to end the traumatization.  But am more than willing to take my licks & eat 'em too.  
Turns out a straight line really is the shortest route from point A to point B.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boo's Anatomy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/305406</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 May 2007 18:33:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pulled through my surgery fabulously.
O.k... So maybe I look more like a chinese crested than a yor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pulled through my surgery fabulously.
O.k... So maybe I look more like a chinese crested than a yorkshire terrier at this point.
Doc was neither McDreamy nor McSteamy.
And mom's got me so doped up I may be in rehab with all the other starlets before it's over.
But prognosis is excellent and am hopeful I'll be back on Bunny Hill before I know it.

p.s. Big huge massive shout-outs to all my pals for all of your support, kind woofs, stars, rosettes and prayers.  Means the world.  Lots of lurve to you all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Big Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/304697</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 May 2007 17:24:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/304697</guid>
		<description>Spent the whole day getting ready for the big day.  Napped.  Chased Romeo out from under the pool ho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the whole day getting ready for the big day.  Napped.  Chased Romeo out from under the pool house chase lounge.  Napped again.  Barked at the mail carrier.  Took anther quick snooze.  Dug up an old Greenie.  Then got some shut eye before mom showed up in the late afternoon. 
Don't exactly know what the big day is really.  As far as I'm concerned today is as big a day as any, despite my bath.  Which is apparently my last bath for like a month.  Woo Hoo!
Will report back as soon as I'm off the drugs....
Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pinocchio</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/302107</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 18:19:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/302107</guid>
		<description>Wish I were taller.
Have taught mom the &quot;look&quot; command.  Which consists of me being held by mom in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wish I were taller.
Have taught mom the "look" command.  Which consists of me being held by mom in the open desert upon 1-2 pats on her leg from my paws.  And me scanning the horizon as mom turns in full circles while holding me erect until I give the down growl.  It's really quite effective.  But would prefer not being so dependent on the taller (over 2ft) furless ones.  
Need stilts.  Maybe if I had the marfan syndrome gene.  Or what if that doctor installs leg extensions while he's in there fixin the 'ol knees.  Yea.  Would really like it if I could get the permanent bird's eye view ability.
Wonder if my legs would grow if I barked a lie...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get 'Er Done</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/297396</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Apr 2007 19:24:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/297396</guid>
		<description>O.k... So after who we thought was delicate genious number 1 (aka first choice Boo knee surgeon) lef ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k... So after who we thought was delicate genious number 1 (aka first choice Boo knee surgeon) left the country to operate on exotic cats in Africa, we were left completely hanging out in the cold.  Actually mom & I were left in the cold friggin 50-100 mile an hour Mojave Desert spring winds.
To be sort of exact mom & I were on our way home from our lastest delicate genious interview day before last when we got caught in a wind storm.  Wind storm that turned sand storm that turned 3 hour delay in a strip mall parking lot.  (That is if one considers 1 Stater Bros., 1 Subway and 1 Texaco station a strip mall.)  The only paved roads through the Eastern Sierra had been shut down.   I spent 3 solid hours perched on the top of my car seat growling & barking at every one of the fellow transients strolling by the car.
By the time the freeway was safe enough for low profile vehicle travel, Mr CHP was more like the flag waver at the beginning of a NASCAR race.  And mom.... Mom was more like Ricky Bobby at the start of that NASCAR race.  Am not sure we actually made physical contact with any of the cars we'd been up against to get past Mr CHP.  But will never forget the crazed desperate look in mom's eyes & the frazzeled hair blowing in those 75mph gusts.

Good news is we found who we think really is delicate genious number 1.  Am scheduled to have bionic right knee surgery May 4.  And am looking forward to bionic bunny chasing in like 6 months.  Yup... If you're not first, you're last.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Seasons In The Sun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/292519</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Apr 2007 10:45:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/292519</guid>
		<description>Second thing this morning... Right after my stand off with that nimble high jumper Romeo kitty, I he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Second thing this morning... Right after my stand off with that nimble high jumper Romeo kitty, I heard the sad news from Bonkers' (wacked but beginning to mellow Dalmation that would like to chew me to bits given the opportunity) mom.  My gentle giant Bruce is gone.  Passed away a few days ago...

"Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Boo girl is running everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there

We had joy we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons
Out of time..."

Heard Bruce's void is already being filled by a rescued Rott named Rocky.  Am sure Rocky's gonna turn out to be a fine neighbor.  Unlike his predecessor, not so sure Rocky's not gonna want to eat me for lunch though.  Humph... Neighborhood's not gonna be the same.  Am gonna miss Bruce.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Away</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/292211</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Apr 2007 17:48:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Not sure why mom &amp; dad insist I go away for the weekend with them.  Well... Except that I'm about th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not sure why mom & dad insist I go away for the weekend with them.  Well... Except that I'm about the most adorable thing in their lives.  I bring so much joy and so much fun.  Am center of their universe.
Anyhoodle... The travelling thing requires high speed car rides.  I don't do high speed car rides.  Never have.  I seriously spend the entire trip in a near seizure state, panting, shaking & gripped to mom's shoulder until the car slows.  (So not an attractive look, by the way.)  The whole wind noise & stuff passing by faster than it ever should thing is not natural.  Did I mention I hate the car?
O.k.  We get to the beach where the car finally stops.  We're at my fav hotel ever.  The one with the golf course blanketed in bunnies.  The same one mom likes to chase me across while wearing her jammies in the middle of the night.  Great place.  Only caveat being that mom has to sneak me inside.  And I'm completely down with that.  Down with the whole thing.  Except when I'm staring at like a dozen bunnies through the mesh on my carrier.  Am even cool past the first 1/2 dozen really.  But after like bunny number 8, I start the shakin.  I'm shakin so hard my carrier's bouncing off the side of mom.  I can hear mom's "No Boo.  Gotta be a good girl, Boo."  But all I can see are those grey furry hoppin little creatures just dying to be chased.  I shake my carrier right off mom's shoulder.  Carrier goes to the ground, rolls across the side walk & lands on the grassy mound where the grey cotton tail was still frozen with grass blade mid-munch right freakin in front of me.  Mom immediately gathers me up.  Can hear her whisper "You o.k. Boo?  Sorry 'bout that baby."
Again... Why?  Why do they bother making me suffer through both car ride & rabbit refrainment?  May as well have stayed home and stared at bunnies across the yard & through the fence.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Princess and the Pea</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/286698</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 17:56:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am living a Danish fairy tale.  Or could it be a friggin nightmare?
Bedroom remodel turned out to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am living a Danish fairy tale.  Or could it be a friggin nightmare?
Bedroom remodel turned out to be tip of iceberg.  New floor turned into new bedroom furniture.  And new bed is like the size of an iceberg (seriously 3ft taller than the old one).
Um... Hello... Am 10 inch high poocher with bum back knees.  Will have to get by bounding from pretty red ottoman at foot of big bed until Boo stairs mom ordered are delivered.
In the meantime have taken on role of Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale character.  In spite of massive mattresses & fluffy comforters, am able to detect any & every disturbance below me while piled atop.  Spent first 2 nights looking over edges of bed as if I were a cliff hanger.  And have since made every effort to avoid being flipped into mid-air and inadvertently kicked onto the "down there somewhere" floor.  Have spent all night every night snarling at one or more of the four feet moving beneath me.  
Have morphed into Tasmanian Devil Princess.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Remodel Retribution</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/282827</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Mar 2007 13:43:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom &amp; dad are replacing the carpet I ruined in the bedroom with wood flooring.
Spent entire weekend ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom & dad are replacing the carpet I ruined in the bedroom with wood flooring.
Spent entire weekend dodging moving furniture, avoiding the spread of plastic across the room and evading the masking tape.  Master bedroom looked like one big plastic bubble by the time mom & dad were through.
Started the evening last night barking at the newly sealed off master bedroom doors.  Was worried mom had inadvertently wrapped my chewie that was on dad's night stand.
Just before bed, barked again at the bedroom doors.  Because on the other side of those bedroom doors are another set of doors that lead outside.  And my normal pre-wind down routine is to patrol the perimeter.
Didn't get a wink of sleep last night.  Was totally thrown off by our spare bedroom digs.  Bed way too small.  Couldn't stretch, roll or turn without feeling furless feet from under the covers.  Spent a couple of hours intermittently growling & snarling at the movement.
Nothing in that room is properly placed.  Later in the night went to jump off the bed to get a sip of water and pounced on an unstable pile of pillows.  Rolled onto & over them and ended up muzzle first into a stack of mom's photo albums lying in the corner of the room.  Lost my bearings and barely found my bowl of water.
Aint gonna be catching up on my ZZZs today either.  Floor guys showed up bright & early.  They started and haven't stopped grinding on the concrete since.  Maybe a jet flying through the middle of my house would be quieter.  Maybe.
Suppose this is all just payback for peeing on the carpet.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lemon Aide</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/280556</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Mar 2007 05:07:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent most of last week being driven to every orthopedic specialist within a 200 mile radius of Bunn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent most of last week being driven to every orthopedic specialist within a 200 mile radius of Bunny Hill.
Have learned many valuable lessons about the problems of being a purebred, the grim reality of being surgery bound, and the bad & good nature of human beings.
Being a purebred pup almost always has strings attached.  Whether it's dysplasia, shunted livers, heart murmurs or, in my case, the luxating patellas.
There are different schools of thought for treating my knockin knees...  
Yorkie People insist that altering the dog in any way is unacceptable.  They recommend a lifetime supplement of glucosamine & chondroitin.  And mom & I are almost always on board with the homeopathic remedy for just about anything.   
However, the medical and scientific reality of a luxating patella is that it is a genetic, progressive & painful structural anatomical problem.  And corrective surgery to prevent my knees from slipping permanently out of my "sockets" is the only way to stave off an eventual crippling situation (a.k.a. end of my bunny chasing days).  The grotesque truth is that in order for my back legs to ever function in a proper manner they must be cut open, taken partially apart, aligned and bolted back together to correct their current continuing contorsion.
Have seen the not so good side of human nature in the irresponsible and in-denial greed of the breeder mom bought me from.  Mom's mere inquiry into my genetic history sent my breeder into super defense mode... "Have never seen luxating patella in my line;" "Don't bring her to another vet;" And even went so far as to tell mom "Not to do anything unless she's lame."  The fact of this matter is that dogs with this problem should not be breed.  So, for my breeder to admit luxating patella actually exists in her line would mean that my biological mom and/or dad should not continue to produce puppies.  Which would hit madam breeder in the heart of her pocketbook.
The courts have even gotten involved in situations like mine.  In order to prevent the heartache of putting a pup through things like this, the "California Puppy Lemon Law" was inacted.  A law which is clearly intended to attempt to prevent the intentional and irresponsible sale of problem pups.  And a law which would be known to any breeder in the state.  And would further explain my breeder's lemony snickets.
Mom & I have also been enlighted about the very good nature of people too.  All 5 vets we saw explicitly & caringly explained the condition and the pros & cons of corrective surgery.  Every reference for each specialist that mom called were more than compassionate, empathic and understanding about our plight.  Everyone who knows & loves me has been lovingly supportive.
After all we've been through and for all we'll go through, am so very grateful things can & will be better.  Am so not bitter about being such a cute little lemon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beauty Shop Showdown</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/278795</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Mar 2007 17:25:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>O.k... Totally didn't want mom to leave the house without me today.  
Danced, wiggled in circles, d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k... Totally didn't want mom to leave the house without me today.  
Danced, wiggled in circles, darted and gave her those sad pathetic eyes which make it impossible for her to leave in the car without me. (I know.  The car...  Can't really believe I was wanting to get in the car myself.)
Mom'll do anything for me though...  Ended up taking me to her hair appointment. (Which is not much different than the torture chamber she takes me to to get my do done.)  
Her girl was so terrific with me. She was a total "dog person."  Had to see me out of my carrier.  Cooed the usual "awe"s &  "ahh"s over me.  Even asked mom to "set her on your lap while I do your hair."  
I was so great.  Sat, as if I were a little stuffed silent toy, in my carrier the whole time while mom was dyed, washed, blown & styled.  Never a peep out of me.  Am perfectly behaved.
Anyhoo... The not so much "dog people" were apparently a bit miffed at my beauty shop show up.  As soon as we walked out the door, mom & I could see the finger waving & hear the "give me a break" gawks through the store front glass.
Am so not phased by the frantics.  Maybe those nay sayers should get a yorkie...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hurricane Harrod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/277121</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 16:49:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/277121</guid>
		<description>Am thinking about naming most recent weather front after self.  Afterall the world does infact revol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am thinking about naming most recent weather front after self.  Afterall the world does infact revolve around me and weather is just one factor in the whole global thing.
Was simply minding my own business yesterday.  Was hunkered down in between my favorite knitted binkie and leopard snuggle ball on the front porch when it hit me.  A sudden series of gusts blasted through the porch.  Next thing I knew... me, my ball & blanket were being tossed like pizzas midair across the porch.  I could have been clocked moving a good 80 mph (if it wasn't 1 mph) had the doppler been monitoring me.  
Am not like some kitty who can be dropped from any distance & from any length and land on all fours.  
Found myself lodged sideways in the middle of the asparagus fern in the front planter before it was over.  Ball had been blown to the icky pond.  And mom will never ever get the stickers out of that crocheted gift from someone's granny.
Seriously felt like I'd been blown to OZ.  Didn't know California was really spelled K-A-N-S-A-S.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Luxy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/274123</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 19:01:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have taken on new nick name, &quot;Little Luxy.&quot;  As opposed to simply being plain 'ol &quot;Boo.&quot;
Have becom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have taken on new nick name, "Little Luxy."  As opposed to simply being plain 'ol "Boo."
Have become poster pup for Luxating Patella.  Am picturing little cutesy me in metal leg braces with straggled morning hair and droopy half opened eyes on huge poster plastered on vet office walls and stamped on donation cans propped on local coffee shop counters.
Have been literally wedged in war between crazed maniac breeder types (Like the kind that stop you on the street to exclaim their "Leave their knees alone!  They're all like that!" claim.) and overachiever perfectionist vets (Who have not a good thing to say about "Those money crazed, do anything for the cash, pooch traders.").  Knees have become subject of mom & dad's entire life.  Thought my whole self had taken over their lives before.  Was so wrong.  
Quite frankly am simply tired of every orifice being probed everytime I freakin turn around.  Seriously... Would be perfectly happy if the insanity would just stop.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Winter In The Desert Is Way Too Electric</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/269697</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Feb 2007 16:35:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am getting static every time I turn around.
Mom sets me down after a ride in the car and I feel it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am getting static every time I turn around.
Mom sets me down after a ride in the car and I feel it in the pads of all four paws when I hit the ground.
My nose gets a jolt every time I connect for the "long time no see" greeting.
Tip of my tongue even got zapped the last time mom was handing me a sauteed chicky liver.
Am seriously considering reporting parents to whatever organization responsible for prevention of shocking their poochers all winter long.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm 3!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/266502</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Feb 2007 06:04:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Haaaaaappy Biirrrrrrrrthday Toooo Meee
Haaaaaappy Biirrrrrrrrthday Toooo Meee
Haaappppy Biiiiirrth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Haaaaaappy Biirrrrrrrrthday Toooo Meee
Haaaaaappy Biirrrrrrrrthday Toooo Meee
Haaappppy Biiiiirrthday Dear Boo Boo Bear
Haaappppy Biirrrrrrthdaaaay Too Meeee

For I'm a Jolly Good Poocher
For I'm a Jolly Good Poocher
For I'm a Jolly Good Poooooooccchhhheeeerrrr
Which No Doggie Can Deny]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gilligan's Island</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/265047</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 19:38:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Long Story Turned Freakin Mini-Series...

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Long Story Turned Freakin Mini-Series...

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip....
The Professor (dad, the analytical level headed one who'll be responsible for the spreadsheets), Maryanne (mom, the overenthusiastic good hearted girl who'd wear a couple of pony tails in about 2 seconds if dad would allow it) and the Skipper (that would be me with my cutesy little handicapped rear end gate) too.  Forget all about the the Howells, Ginger and Gilligan.  Afterall, I am the main character.  Period.

Have been tortured by two general veterinarian practitioners.  Am apparently off to screen several orthopedic specialists.  Quite frankly am completely satisfied with my current adorable skippity doo da that I've always had.  It's really quite cute.  Actually think all these appointments could be completely blown off.  And am grateful my little problem isn't anything that can't be corrected by major life threatening surgery.  I mean really.  It could be worse.  I could have been forced to endure life without the Pawdas, Muttsonis,  Sniffany & Co.s and Jimmy Chews.

Really am glad to be stranded on this bunny filled island.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blue Suede Shoes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/261232</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 06:07:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/261232</guid>
		<description>Long Story Not So Short....
The drawn out other night which turned into the way dramatic day really ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Long Story Not So Short....
The drawn out other night which turned into the way dramatic day really began hours before.  It was approximately noon last wednesday, to be exact, when the story actually started.  Or was it really at birth that it all started?  Debatable little furry mystery.
Anyhoo... Last wednesday dad had come home for our afternoon trip up, around, over & across Bunny Hill.  And the recently just as FABU dubbed Bunny Hill II, which is directly behind BH I.
Somewhere on or between one of those glorious hills I got poked by a sticky while weaving through a pile of boulders after a bunny.  Sticky pokes are truely sticky.  Sometimes the injury is obvious and sometimes not.
Upon our return from the hills dad noticed my intermittent right rear leg pick up.  And as soon as he caught me and I stopped wiggling & growling, dad checked it out.  Didn't find anything out of the norm.  When mom came home she immediately noticed my pick up paw behavior.  As soon as she caught me and I stopped wiggling & growling, mom too checked it out.  Nada.
It was later that late & long evening that the Belly Business started.
When mom took me "in," she asked the Vet about the possibility of a bite or sticky that would have caused my limp and the yuks.  Since the yuks followed the beginning of the limps.  Vet told mom not a chance this time of year.  Too cold for critters & sprouting seeds.  But that my right rear leg did have a luxating patella.
Since our dramatic exit from the doctor's office mom's been worried, researching, examining me every chance she gets (As soon as I stop wiggling & growling, of course.) and exploring the options.  During the gabillionth examination last night mom discovered an injury at the base of one of my right back paw pads.  An injury similar to one that might have a sticky in it.
Ay, yi, yi, yi, yiiiii...... Guess we'll be heading out tomorrow to a different highly recommened Vet (Argh!) to see if she can evaluate both the sticky situation and the alleged loose knee.  
Am really feeling quite well.  No pukes or runny poos since that aweful night.  And have even skipped up my beloved Hills a few times this weekend.
Have got my own opinion about the whole first and second opinion thing.  Besides..  Don't wobbly knees just indicate the Elvis gene?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Belly Business</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/260594</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 15:54:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What choked down chunk o' bunny part doesn't cause a night of pukin &amp; diarrhea and a day of drama?
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What choked down chunk o' bunny part doesn't cause a night of pukin & diarrhea and a day of drama?
That is the question.

Long story short... The night before last I was pukin & pooin all night long.  (Rumor has it I may have swallowed something baaaaad that day.)  Mom and/or dad was up every 15 minutes the entire night.  (Like sleep is all that important.  Personally I'm a big cat nap theory follower.  Really think the kitties have one up on us where naps are concerned.  Although, mind you, I'd never admit that to Romeo.)
Usually if I have a night like that, I snap right out of it in no time.  Not this time.
So... Later that day dad came home to check up on me.  Next thing I know dad's on the phone with mom, "She's not right.  She won't even go on Bunny Hill."  Mom rushes home, assesses the situation and makes the decision to "take me in."
We go "in" and the doctor's advising mom to admit me.  Big talk about x-rays, lab work, IVs, yada, yada, yada...  Mom starts bawling & pleading "You don't understand.  Sheeeeee's mmmyyyy chiiiiiild!"  I start clinging tighter &  tighter to mom's shoulder.  Shortly after dad's on the horn, "Don't let them put her in some cold blanketless cage.  Let's get a second opinion.  There must be another alternative."  Mom grab's me & her Louis and makes a run for the door.
We get home.  Dad's preparing the bottled water in the pipette, "She can smell the chlorine in that tap crap.  We've gotta keep her hydrated."  Dad squirts the Evian down my throat.  I'm choking & snorting water.  Mom starts heating up left over filet mignon to "get something in her."  Before you know it I'm chowin on the steak and gulpin the bottled H2O.  Which turns out to be a nice alternative.
Today... Feeling almost as good as new.  New.  But not so new that I couldn't use another steak slab and bottle of bubbly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grand Opening</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/259792</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 17:25:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>O.k... So there I was... Minding my own business while strolling the fence line when I discovered mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.k... So there I was... Minding my own business while strolling the fence line when I discovered mom's mistake.  Mom had left the gate open.  The gate from my yard to the world was open.  Mom never ever leaves the gate open.  Not ever.
What pup wouldn't seize this kind of opportunity?  Seriously.  I spend like every waking moment staring at all the stuff outside my yard.
Headed straight out the gate and over to Romeo's place.  Made a full circle around Romeo's house.  Couldn't find Romeo.  So I headed for the wood pile behind Romeo's house.  I love that wood pile.  Course this time of year the wood pile doesn't house nearly as many rats as I would like.  But the wood pile still rocks.
Not long after I still hadn't been discovered MIA.  Mom's so clueless when internet shopping or chit chatting on the phone.  Woo Hoo!
I headed up the very best hill in the entire world, Bunny Hill.  I marched myself through the sand, over the rocks and between the cacti.  I was all over that hill.  Had made my way up, over, across & down before I heard mom's "Booooooobbbber!"
It was like the best 20 minutes of my life.  Doesn't really matter that I only know like the past 20 minutes of any moment of my life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>California Cold Snap</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/258420</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 13:53:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woke up before dawn this morning.  Jumped off the bed. Went outside to run around the house a gabill ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woke up before dawn this morning.  Jumped off the bed. Went outside to run around the house a gabillion times and bark and bark and bark and bark (am official neighborhood pseudo-rooster).
Not long after, mom and I headed out for our morning jog for bunnies. Saw a few. Even chased a couple.
Didn't stop the a.m. routine once to notice it was like 10 degrees.
It was so freakin cold my eye boogies froze. I'm not kidding.  Like two little icicles had formed from the corners of my eyes.
Thought this was sunny warm California...
Should have been born a malamute. Would have been fierce ididarod competitor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Godiva Biscuits Rock</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/253713</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Jan 2007 05:51:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad got the yummiest Godiva Biscuits for Christmas.
Every evening since Christmas he cracks open th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad got the yummiest Godiva Biscuits for Christmas.
Every evening since Christmas he cracks open that tin and he & I enjoy.
I pounce from the floor to the bed and then onto his chest.  Where I stand shifting my stare from can o' cookies to dad and back with that "Yea... I know I'm a mooch. But I got no other way of getting one of those biscuits." look in my eyes.
Dad enjoys one of the milk chocolate covered tea biscuits. Then he chips off the chocolate from one for me to enjoy.
I roll over for the rolled up light airy ones.
I high five for the flat toasty jobs.
And am more than happy to speak my most boisterous "PLLLLLEEEEEEESSSSE" for those crunchy sweet pieces.
This diva so appreciates those GO-DIVAs!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Year In Newport</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/253102</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Jan 2007 19:19:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/253102</guid>
		<description>Spent the entire weekend shopping all over the outdoor mall, strolling around Balboa Island and dini ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the entire weekend shopping all over the outdoor mall, strolling around Balboa Island and dining at the best restaurants.  Even chased down a few big grey bunnies across the golf course of my fav hotel in the evenings.
Life is so good... Probably should have been named Riley instead of Harrod.

To another grrrrrrreeaaaat year... Happy 2007!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home For The Holidays</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/250016</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 17:58:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There's nothing like quality time with the family during the holidays.  Really.  There is nothing li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's nothing like quality time with the family during the holidays.  Really.  There is nothing like spending time with the weirdos you're related to on your day off.  O.k... Who am I kiddin?  Every day is a day off for me.  Doesn't mean I get to chose my family.  Family is something I was bought into.

Anyhoo... Mom, dad & I have Muffin (little 100 year old white poodle), Gizmo (2 year old grey & white lhasa apso), Missy (gazillion year old siamese kitty) and Yoda (1/2 gazillion year old other siamese kitty that weighs about 30 pounds) duty for the week.

So on saturday dad & I do the first visit.  We get in the house & work our way back to what dad likes to refer to as the "Command Center" (a.k.a. grandpa's computer room filled with like a 1/2 dozen functional computers and about 2 tons of miscellaneous computer stuff piled from floor to ceiling).  It's in the Command Center where dad finds the Gizzard Man hunkered down & curled up under grandpa's computer desk.  Giz is a growlin louder than I could dream of growlin myself.  Dad's trying to coax & all that happy junk.  But Giz won't come out.  So dad picks Gizmo up.  Next thing dad knows he's covered in Giz pee.  I look up at dad like "Hey!  I told you he was a freak man."  Dad carries him out.  First thing Giz does when dad sets him down was run back through the door, down the hall and back into the Command Center.  All dad could do was toss him a T-Bonz and head out to dry out.

So today mom & I were over.  And Muffin's lookin like she's wanting a treat of some sort...  Mom's looking in the refrigerator for some roasted turkey or BBQ chicky (a couple of my personal favs) for Muffin.  All we could find were a couple bags of rubber bands, 2 packs of lip balm and a case of freakin batteries.  What's that about?!  No wonder I lost a pound while mom & dad were galavanting through Italy this summer.

Yup... There's seriously nothin like the family freak show during the holidays.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Devil Really Does Wear Pawda...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/247249</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 17:48:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>... Thanks To My Pals Izz &amp; Crick!

&quot;That's All...&quot; ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... Thanks To My Pals Izz & Crick!

"That's All..."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wacked Out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/244883</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 16:49:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So... It's around 1am this morning.  
I'm in need of a wee-hour outdoor stroll.  
I scratch the us ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So... It's around 1am this morning.  
I'm in need of a wee-hour outdoor stroll.  
I scratch the usual 1/2 dozen times on the door until mom wakes up.  
Mom crawls out of bed, throws her robe on, grabs my extendo leash and hooks me up.  
Mom opens the door.  
I head for the grass.  
Mom's busy dilly dallying with shoes that are propped outside the door.  
Next thing I know the retractable leash handle's slippin out of mom's hand.  And I've got a red chunk of plastic flying fast across the porch and right towards me.  
Darn thing smacks me hard in my side.  
I'm yippin cause it friggin hurt.  
Mom's running toward me... "I'm sooooo sooooorrrrry Booogggiieee!"
Was way too out of the mood to pee.  So just glared at mom & went back to bed.

I just knew mom was wacked.  I knew it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dear Santa Paws:</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/242336</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Dec 2006 17:29:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Asked for endless Greenies last year and haven't seen squat.  Would really appreciate it if you'd ki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Asked for endless Greenies last year and haven't seen squat.  Would really appreciate it if you'd kick me down one this year.
Begged that Bunny Hill boundary be expanded.  And fence line didn't move an inch the entire year.  Could ya maybe get someone out here to handle that?
Mom needs a new walking jacket.  Maybe one like yours but in a smaller size sans velcro.  Simply cannot continue to be "waxed" by her jacket any longer.
Would really appreciate a Montana or Texas King vs. the current California King bed we have.  Stretching from tip to toe horizontally between mom & dad is seriously cramping my style.
Need doggie doors installed in every room in my house and available 24/7.  Mom & dad are way too in control of Boo full moon midnight strolls.
Also.... Could you maybe get mom to not buy another single Boo cutesy little outfit ever again?
Thanks So Much Santa!
Boo]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Just Can't Go Anywhere Anymore...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/239946</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Dec 2006 07:28:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...without being hounded.  And I'm a terrier too!

Was just hanging out the car window, travelling ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...without being hounded.  And I'm a terrier too!

Was just hanging out the car window, travelling through the grocery store parking lot and minding my own business when it all started.

(Bit of Background:  Mom sends Boo Holiday Photo Cards to pretty much everyone she knows & doesn't know in town like every year.  I'm very cute, adorable and pretty much anyone who's seen my picture wants to "pet the pretty puppy.")

Some lady, who'd obviously received one of my festive cards, got one look at me passing by and started running across the parking lot towards me wanting to "pet the pretty puppy!"  As soon the happy over enthusiastic fan approached the car I freaked out.  Growled, snarled, snapped and lunged at the nice lady who just wanted to "pet the pretty puppy."  Next thing I know dad's swatting me on the bottom.  Mom's apologizing profusely to the lady.  And I'm now known as the "mean little growler."

I may have risen to the bodyguard staff level of stardom.  I can't seriously be expected to behave in a reserved manner when being barraged by such crazy fans now.  Can I?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bungie Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/238258</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 05:13:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Desert fall rocks.  Temperature's perfect for pretty much any poocher activity.  Sky's as clear as c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Desert fall rocks.  Temperature's perfect for pretty much any poocher activity.  Sky's as clear as can be.  And the wind hardly ever blows like the spring time 90 mile an hour Santa Annas.
Have been quad training on an almost daily basis.  Have honed my lean way forward and balance on the gas tank skills to nearly a professional level.  Am able to identify pretty much any desert dwelling rodent in .5 second from that elevation.  
Just the other day I'd spotted a Jack running parallel and a mere few feet from us.  I hesistated for about 1 second before deciding to escape mom's grasp and jumped off the quad after the Jack.  Unfortunately I'd leapt just short of clearing the back tire.  Before I knew what had happened I'd been flipped under the back tire and had bounced back on all fours, completely uninjured.  Without missing a beat I immediately took off after that Jack.
Apparently I'm much more durable than mom or dad had originally thought.
Since then though dad has invented and we now use the Boo Bungie Device, which consists of a short lead attached to mom's neck at one end and clasped to my harness at the other.  It's been tested by the best (ME) and it works.  Am even considering patenting it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dogmane Thing To Do</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/230366</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 15:13:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad found a bunny that had been run over on the road at about 5am this morning.  Dad rushed him righ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad found a bunny that had been run over on the road at about 5am this morning.  Dad rushed him right home to mom so she could bring it to the VET as soon as they opened.
Spent the whole morning guarding that bunny mom had bundled up and propped on the tool bench in the garage. 
As soon as the VET opened mom & I drove him straight down.
Was the only time I ever looked forward to the VET.
Am hoping they'll fix the bunny ASAP.  Could really use a good bunny chase.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sheesh Tzu</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/223904</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 06:09:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Had a house guest over the weekend.
Earned a new nickname... Mad As A Little Hornet.

She was a m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had a house guest over the weekend.
Earned a new nickname... Mad As A Little Hornet.

She was a multi colored 4 month old Shih Tzu.  Her name was Roxanne.  Was fluffy, sweet, playful and had that ultra cutesy demeanor all puppies have.  Although I personally don't ever recall being that sickening.  

She continually batted & danced around me from the minute she popped out of the car.  And I never stopped growling, snarling and avoiding her until she left sunday afternoon.

Am so not interested in K9 company.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hairy Boodini</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/220270</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 05:48:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Spent the weekend hiking through the fall trees in the Eastern Sierra.
(Please Note:  Dust factors  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the weekend hiking through the fall trees in the Eastern Sierra.
(Please Note:  Dust factors are strong indicators of Boo baths)
Day 1: 8 miles around, up and over lakes & falls dotted with orange, yellow & red hued aspens.  (Dust factor low due to recent rain)
Day 2: 7 miles down into a canyon covered in a palette of deep reds & bright yellows.  Over a bridge and up into Shadow Lake which is situated at the base of classic grey granite Sierras whose peaks were blanketed with fresh snow.  (Dust factor high due to recent high horse traffic on the trail)
Knew upon the completion of Day 2's hike a Boo bath was inevitable.
Day 2 Cont'd:  We get back to our hotel.  Mom slips off my collar and starts with her "It's alright Boo.  It'll be o.k. baby."  And I make a run for it.  Dashed under the bed, leapt over the couch and under the table & chairs.  Contemplated crawling under the entertainment armour.  But, it was at this moment dad mistakenly cracked the room door to shake his boots off.  I raced across the room.  Slipped between dad's legs and out the door.  Ran into the hall and had flown down the stairs before dad could get out of the room.  I raced through the hotel front lobby and dashed out the front doors.
Through the glass window dad saw me running along the sidewalk and toward a grassy patch next to the hotel.  It was in the grassy patch, clung to the side of a tree (and if I'd been a kitty I'd have climbed that darn tree), shaking like a leaf where dad caught me.
Just mention the magic word "bath" and I'll disappear before your very eyes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boo Zoo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/219175</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Oct 2006 07:39:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was walking along the retaining wall yesterday morning.  Making my rounds.  When I got a whiff of th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was walking along the retaining wall yesterday morning.  Making my rounds.  When I got a whiff of the neighbor kitty's scent.  Followed his smell along the wall, across the back lawn, behind a palm and into the rosemary.  It was in the rosemary where Romeo was hunkered.  I threw out my loudest and toughest "rrrrruuuuuffff!"  And Romeo threw out his fully extended claw paw.  I barked again and pounced towards him.  He jumped out of the rosemary, ran along the block wall, jumped onto the planter below and took off across my yard.  Where he jumped the fence back into his own.
Just as I reached the far corner of the planter, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hawk dive bombing one of the chuckar among the pine trees in my yard.  Chuckar screamed an ear pearcing squawk.  Then all I could see was a cloud of feathers in the pines.
After it was over mom removed what was left of the chuckar body.  And I peed on the pile of feathers.
Later that afternoon was sprawled out on the driveway taking an afternoon snooze.  Was just getting ready to do the back scratch roll on the concrete when I saw them.  Black, fuzzy, eight legged creatures each about the size of a baseball marching across my drive... tarantula season.
It's like a freakin zoo around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bunny Hill Bonanza</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/216043</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Oct 2006 17:26:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First thing in the a.m. mom brings me out for a hike and up on Bunny Hill.
Mid-morning Boo Staff sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First thing in the a.m. mom brings me out for a hike and up on Bunny Hill.
Mid-morning Boo Staff shows and sees to it I have accompanied access to those cotton tailed creatures.
Later... every afternoon dad makes a special trip home for a Boo run atop Bunny Hill.
Then every evening first thing when mom comes home she opens the gate and lets me loose.
Am completely obsessed with Bunny Hill and everything about it.  Am so glad everyone else around me is too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Brush Off</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/213191</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 12:43:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am thinking maybe my hairdresser is still sore about the poo spewing incident a few weeks ago.
Mom  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am thinking maybe my hairdresser is still sore about the poo spewing incident a few weeks ago.
Mom took me in for my appointment yesterday.
Felt like I'd been kept in that darn cage the entire day.  Even overheard mom inquiring about my progress on their answering machine a couple of times throughout the afternoon.
When mom finally picked me up we were both so happy to see each other, it wasn't until we got home that mom noticed... My hair hadn't been clipped anywhere.  Nails weren't trimmed up.  No shiney shimmer in my coat.  And I didn't smell like a newly bathed pup.  Mom said maaaaaybe I'd been brushed through... maaaaaybe.
Am hoping maaaaaybe this means I'll never have to go to the hairdresser again...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Take Her Home Depot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/211109</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:19:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Spent the afternoon being stalked in the Home Depot yesterday.
Was just casually following dad from ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the afternoon being stalked in the Home Depot yesterday.
Was just casually following dad from plumbing isle to gardening section when I first noticed her.  She wasn't a full size person.  Had her hair pulled back in pig tails.  Was wearing a smart little matching shorts set.  And had naturally taken quite a liking to me.  
When she initially saw me trotting along behind dad I heard her comment about how cute I was and inquire whether I belonged to dad or not.  Shortly after heard dad deny any knowledge of me... "What dog?  Oh that thing just started to follow me.  Don't know who she belongs to."  Could hardly believe the bewildered look on the little girl's face.
Later on dad & I are sorting through the pool chemicals when I see the little girl's head popping around the corner.  She looks at me.  Looks at dad.  Then steps back around the corner.
Dad & I make our way to the check out counter.  He's got his arms full of various Home Depot treasures.  I'm standing next to him sniffing the potted lillies lined up next to the cashier.  Next thing I know that little girl's sidled up next to dad beginning to explain to him how she'd "better take that dog & find it's owner before something bad happens to her."
If dad hadn't owned up to owning me... I'm sure I'd be sitting in some little girl's bedroom sporting pigtails and wearing a smart little matching shorts set now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Benny Hill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/209410</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 16:31:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Have spent the last few weeks incarcerated in a Benny Hill episode.
Thought mom said &quot;Bunny Hill.&quot;  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have spent the last few weeks incarcerated in a Benny Hill episode.
Thought mom said "Bunny Hill."  And totally fell for it.  Enthusiastically jumped in the car, hung out the window and got unbelievably excited every time the turn signal clicked the whole way to grandma's three mondays ago.
Yup... While mom & dad gallivanted across the Italian countryside, I was stuck in some sort of wacky two week sitcom.  Two puss kitties, 1 poodle, 1 lhasa apso, 1 grandma and 1 dude sans teeth with blue jean overalls (grandpa) 24/7 for 2 full weeks.  Thought I would freakin' die.
I'm an exclusive pure bread purse puppy with big talent that cannot be wasted on some off beat English TV classic.  There's gotta be a hotline I could call.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Explosive Situation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/201302</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Sep 2006 06:55:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/201302</guid>
		<description>Must have eaten something reeeeeaaaally bad yesterday morning.
Around about noon yesterday at the p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Must have eaten something reeeeeaaaally bad yesterday morning.
Around about noon yesterday at the precise moment my stylist lifted my tail to begin clipping my hind end, I had an uncontrollable urge.  Yes...  I did what every pup dreams of doing to their groomer.  I spewed poo all over her.  It was as if my tail were the flipped on switch that couldn't be turned off.  
Spent the rest of the afternoon and last night running out to my grassy patch to poo too.  
Am plum out of poo today.  And it's not lookin' like mom'll be heating up any left over roasted turkey for me either.  Argh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miniature Mountain Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/193648</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Aug 2006 16:56:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/193648</guid>
		<description>Spent the weekend hiking the Sierras.

Day 1 - Bagged Duck Pass and meandered down to Duck Lake.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the weekend hiking the Sierras.

Day 1 - Bagged Duck Pass and meandered down to Duck Lake.
Both of which should be renamed more appropriately to Duckless Pass & Duckless Lake respectively.
Not a one found.  And believe you/me.... No pup has ever searched higher or lower for ducks before.

Day 2 - Hiked into Skeleton Lake.
Didn't find a skeleton one.
Did discover a family of ducks though.  Go figure...
They were swimming merrily across Skeleton Lake.  Wanted to go after them.  Would have had they been on land.  Just couldn't bring myself to get wet at the cost of a couple of duckies.

Both days couldn't have been more beautiful.
The crystal clear lakes that meet those rugged rocky mountains which climb towards the clear blue sky... Breathtaking.
There's just nothing like hiking the Sierras.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boobollah</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/190658</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Aug 2006 13:23:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Have been responsible for terrierizing bunnies for as long as I can remember.
The events which unfu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have been responsible for terrierizing bunnies for as long as I can remember.
The events which unfurled yesterday were just par for my course.
Woke up to one dad had trapped the night before.  Spent the first few hours of my morning barking at, running around, pouncing toward and relentlessly starring at Peter Cottontail.
Sometimes when we let a bunny go we take him way far out into the desert, open the cage and we all watch him hop away.
Other times we simply walk him up Bunny Hill & let him go.  Sometimes I get stuck in the yard.  Other times I follow along.
Yesterday dad, me & the caged bunny hiked up and over to the other side of Bunny Hill.  When we reached a big pile of boulders dad opened the trap, jiggled it a bit and the bunny hit the ground high speed hopping.  Next thing dad heard was the screeching high pitched sound of my "YIP YIP YIP" right past him and towards the bunny.  Bunny jumped into the rocks.  And I disappeared into the rocks right after him.  It was at this point that dad lost complete track of me & the bunny.
Not long after I'd dove into the rocks I nabbed the bunny up.  Maneuvered my way out the other side of the rocks.  Sprinted down and around to the bottom of Bunny Hill.  Headed back into my yard.  And retreated to the base of a creosote bush beside the Icky Pond.
Apparently dad spent the next hour searching through the rocks, checking under bushes and hiking up & down the surrounding hills looking for me.  And by the time he'd made his way back to the house it was too late.  Bunny was soaked in saliva and his limp body was gripped tight in my mouth.
Didn't take dad long to pry the lifeless bunny from my growling grip.  Humph...
Am really hoping the bunny army doesn't start lobbing retaliatory missiles my way.  I hear that's becoming quite popular.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In Honour of My Yorkshire Lineage</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/187564</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Aug 2006 05:45:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Throughout the 1400s the Yorkists and Lancastrians fought each other over the English crown.  The La ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Throughout the 1400s the Yorkists and Lancastrians fought each other over the English crown.  The Lancastrian symbol was the red rose; and the Yorkist symbol being the white rose.  The wars between these two houses became known as the Wars of the Roses.  They ended in 1485 when the Lancastrian Henry Tudor defeated the Yorkist King Richard III at the Battle of Bosworth Field.  Henry created lasting peace by marrying Richard's niece, Elizabeth of York, and creating the united House of Tudor, symbolised by a pink rose.  Henry and Elizabeth's son, Henry VIII, was thus the monarch who truly united the blood of these warring houses.

(This lovely Yorkshire Day passage compliments of Portia's Mummy.)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Belly Barnies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/184174</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 16:57:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was abandoned by mom for a dog month (human week really.... just seemed like a month to me).
Dad ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was abandoned by mom for a dog month (human week really.... just seemed like a month to me).
Dad had Boo duty.  Was a little hesitant full time Boo responsibility would be too much for dad.  But he rose to the occasion.  And dad and I  were both into a groove of our own by the time mom returned.
Woke up to a trapped bunny every morning.  And spent every day torturing each one with my insidious Tribal Puppy Dance.  Ruuuuffff!
Every night dad, me, our bowl of ice cream and Monster Garage snuggled into bed.
Then just before turning in dad would coax me onto my back.  Start off with the normal Boo belly rub.  Then go right into the Belly Barney.  While I was belly up dad would bury his face on my tum and blow as hard as I'd tolerate.  I'd flail, kick and then growl & lick his face as fast as I could.  Sure.  The Belly Barney was a little weird at first.  But after like the 3rd day I was totally into it.
Never thought dad & I would develop such a bond because of some big purple guy on t.v.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boo Boogie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/177985</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Jul 2006 17:19:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Boo Staff (a.k.a. Kelly/Boo Lunch Time Visitor) recently witnessed my top secret Tribal Puppy Dance. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Boo Staff (a.k.a. Kelly/Boo Lunch Time Visitor) recently witnessed my top secret Tribal Puppy Dance.
Was guarding one of my prisoners (a bunny dad had caged in that ridiculously humane vermin trap) the other morning when Kelly popped by for a Boo visit.  
Had just finished a sniff down.  
Hadn't realized Kelly was around.
Did a ten time one direction run around the cage.  And had advanced to the full on switch direction circle & hop in the opposite direction.  Then into the high pitched "ra, ra, ra, ra, raaaaaa" bounce back, leg kick and front paw pat rhythmic lunge toward the cage.   Even made wildly frantic clown-like puppy expressions in the bunny's direction.
Performed the entire painstakingly choreographed number before I'd realized my ritual had been seen.
Was completely taken aback by the idea of an audience... Stopped myself instantly in the middle of my performance.  Took one look at Kelly and one look at my captured bunny.  Paused for a bit.  Then impulsively decided the show must go on.  (Must have been on some sort of freaky actor/dancer adrenaline rush.)  Lunged intermittantly around the cage while high pitched "ra, ra, ra"ing and high stepping back & forth for some time to follow.
Apparently turned out to be quite the show.
Am convinced my talent is so wasted.  Should really be on Broadway...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>God Bless America</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/174820</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Jul 2006 18:58:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>My 4th was FABU!  Really was.
Dad's been capturing bunnies in the live trap on a daily basis for we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My 4th was FABU!  Really was.
Dad's been capturing bunnies in the live trap on a daily basis for weeks now.  Dad claims he's trapping to release for the sake of his precious even growth green lawn and colorful blooming flowers.  But I so know differently.  He totally captures them for pure Boo pleasure.
On a normal day dad'll let 'em go free on the other side of the fence pretty much as soon as he discovers he's got one.  I go crazy, run up and down the fence line and freak out.  It's great.
Today though.... He left today's catch bound in that absurdly humane trap set on our plush grassy back yard all day long.  Think it might have been the longest day of my life.  Seriously.  Spent all morning, afternoon and evening guarding the prisoner.  Barking like a maniac, whining like a lunatic and digging around & from every angle possible toward that caged bunny.  (O.k.... Maybe dad caught me relaxing on the job sprawled out on the back porch, legs completely extended and fast asleep a couple of times.  But, everyone is entitled to two 15 minute breaks and a 1/2 hour lunch.  Right?)
Anyway... this evening mom & dad decide to hop on the quad and release the catch.  Naturally I'm on board.  So we all 4 head out, get a distance from the house, hop off, dad hold's on to me and mom lets the bunny go from the trap.  Yup!  She let the freakin bunny hippity hop right out of that cage.  I immediately leapt right out of dad's arms and made a bee-line right for the bunny.  Bunny high tails it through, up, across and around to a pile of rocks with me following and high pitched yipping at his heels.  (Bunny obviously unaware of Boo morning hike training regimen.)  
Still managed to lose the crafty bunny in a pile of boulders.  Spent the next 20 minutes backtracking his scent and springing off those stones.  But bunny inevitably managed to escape.  
Good thing there's more where he came from... And thank Dog we live in the land of the free bunnies and the home of the brave Boo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Tail of Devotion for Harrod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/169590</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 16:31:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Why I'm hopelessly devoted to Boo....
-That face!  That face is one that more than a mother could l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why I'm hopelessly devoted to Boo....
-That face!  That face is one that more than a mother could love.
-Because carpet really isn't all that expensive to replace.  And it really isn't that big a deal to repaint scratched doors.
-Because my experiment to prove that it is possible to force more photos of your dog onto your coworkers than any person with a real kid ever imagined proved worthwhile.
-Taking a day off work with Boo is like adding a year to my life.
-Because it's worth jumping out of the car and dropping to the ground for stinky wet greetings even if the neighbors think you're a nut job.
-Discovering that obedience training isn't for every dog (or owner) is really not all that traumatic.  (You can't expect your dog to obey when you don't know the meaning of the word yourself.)
-Because it's fun finding out that men really can warm up to small dogs.
-The best reason I'm hopelessly devoted to Boo... Because life really is that simple.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Greenie Intolerant</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/169014</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:05:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Had a couple of recent unfortunate Greenie incidents.  Started with the runny green poo.  And ended  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had a couple of recent unfortunate Greenie incidents.  Started with the runny green poo.  And ended with the 3am green chunk spew.
Since.... I have been slipped the so called "just as delicious" Breath-A-Licious Greenie sub.
Have also overheard crazy talk of "never giving Boo a G.R.E.E.N.I.E. again."
Never thought I'd see the day I'd be refused anything.  Let alone my beloved Greenie.  
Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And The Oscar Goes To....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/168435</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 14:25:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...ME!
O.k.... It's not an Oscar.  Nor a Gold Medal.  And not exactly a Pulitzer.  But, I'll take i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...ME!
O.k.... It's not an Oscar.  Nor a Gold Medal.  And not exactly a Pulitzer.  But, I'll take it.  I'm not too proud.  Certainly not a humble bone in my body.
I love, love, love the honor of being Dogster's Diary of the Day!
I'd like to thank Tuesday, Lily, Autumn and all my pals in The Ladies Room for their special acknowledgement.
A woofers to Wilber and his sister Elina for their sweet message.
Thank you to one of my dearest pup pals Izzie and his sister Cricket for supporting me throughout these dog years.
Oh so special thanks to Seva, Joey, Bee, Karma, Portia The Queen of France, Barney from Germany, Bowie and my Schnookums Jay-Jay for the beautiful blue bouquet of rosettes.
This is the point where the music plays louder & louder and the girls in the long gowns escort me off stage because I go on & on & on...... And I yell "Thanks Everyone!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleeping With The Enemy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/166959</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 16:17:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There's been a jack trapped in my yard for a week and a half now.
The fact that the jack's stuck is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's been a jack trapped in my yard for a week and a half now.
The fact that the jack's stuck isn't that unusual.  Nor is it surprising.
The weird part of it is that I don't have any desire to chase him.  None.  Zip. Ziltch.
O.k.... Not unless someone's around of course.  If mom or dad happen to show, I make a quick token run for him.  But there's no real effort put into this chase.  Barely get the heart rate up.  Certainly don't lose my breath.
I've been watching him pace my fence line since he's been in my yard.
Have seen him munching on mom's plants for nearly 2 weeks.
Observed him taking a sip from the icky pond on several occasions.
I've even napped on the drive with him in the distance.
Is this some sort of sick bunny/jack friendly phase?  Noooooo... couldn't be.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Give Me A Freakin' Break!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/163442</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Jun 2006 16:34:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tortured by the full on bath, blow dry &amp; clip at the beauty parlor.
Distracted by the movie rental, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tortured by the full on bath, blow dry & clip at the beauty parlor.
Distracted by the movie rental, scrap book shop, health food store & dry cleaner biz between.
Then takin for the annual shot in the butt!
What did I do?!  Today sucked.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Almond Cookie Monster</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/162251</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Jun 2006 15:33:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The best part of chinese take out is the almond cookie.
Discovered I'd do just about anything for o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The best part of chinese take out is the almond cookie.
Discovered I'd do just about anything for one, two and even three of them.
At the beginning of the evening last night I was somewhat reluctant.  Going through the motions of the whole roll over thing as if I were being tortured.
But as soon as I got my first taste of that sweet yellow delight I was hooked.  Hooked.  I immediately transitioned from being begged to roll over to performing like a circus monkey cued by a mere finger twirl.
Pounded 2 of those cookies before dad cut me off.  Said "no more left Boo."  While opening his hands to show me. 
Humph... Circled dad a few times.  Sniffed every inch of the carpet.  And licked every last crumb I found.  Then retreated to the top of the couch.
From the top of the couch I spotted an almond cookie peering out from under a pile of clear empty wrappers.  Jumped off the back of the couch.  Sprung from the couch cushion onto the table.  Nudged through the plastic pile.  Tore through to the cookie.  And had half gobbled it down before I was caught.
Not sure why I wasn't allowed to finish my third...  
Am wondering if it had anything to do with this morning's almond paste poo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Walking On Egg Shells</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/161593</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Jun 2006 17:40:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Inadvertantly stepped on a sidewinder today.
Thank Dogness it was early in the morning.  So the sna ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Inadvertantly stepped on a sidewinder today.
Thank Dogness it was early in the morning.  So the snake wasn't quite awake.  
Was merely meandering across the desert when I felt something move beneath my pads.  Did a hop, skip & a jump to the side.  Took one look and barely a sniff at where I'd been.  Looked up at mom.  Back at the snake.  Heard mom's "baaaaad snake Boo!"  And backed away.
Call me paranoid.  But, I couldn't stop being sensitive to where & what I was walking on the whole way home.  Kept scanning the ground before me.  And pulling up my paws to peak beneath them.
Am now rethinking the whole snake skin carrier thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Held Captive</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/160414</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 May 2006 19:25:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There's a bunny trapped in Archie's yard.  Bunny's been there for over a week.  I can't believe that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's a bunny trapped in Archie's yard.  Bunny's been there for over a week.  I can't believe that doofus can stand it.
Now, I can completely understand Archie's sister, Jughead, not getting off the porch.  Virtually nothing will get Jughead to move.
I keep cruising by the fence line in hopes of discovering a new tear in the fence or hole tunnelled beneath it.  But perimeter is impermeable.
Am almost feeling as though I'm the one that keeps banging her head on the chicken wire in a frantic attempt to escape rather than the dumb bunny.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jack Splat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/158848</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 May 2006 16:30:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was freakin' unbelievable.
Hunted down a little grey rat from behind the big grey fountai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was freakin' unbelievable.
Hunted down a little grey rat from behind the big grey fountain first thing.  (Which isn't the unbelievable part.)
The unbelievable part came later in the day... I got a jack!  Yup.  Wouldn't have believed it myself had I not been there myself.  Chased that jack rabbit to & fro and back & forth all over my yard for several hours.  About noon, in an attempt to escape me, jack jumped smack dab into the fence.  Let out a scream and dropped dead.  Scared him to death.  
Am so frightening.  Doubt mom will be needing to buy me a Halloween costume this year.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bugs, Baths, Etc...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/156396</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 May 2006 15:44:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Nabbed a rat without the aid of mom &amp; her hose today.  Discovered him behind the pool equipment cabi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nabbed a rat without the aid of mom & her hose today.  Discovered him behind the pool equipment cabinet.  Chased him from one side to the other until he attempted to make a run for it.  Grabbed him up just as he was scurrying from the cabinet toward the pool house.
Had a little incident with a fly shortly after.  O.k.... Flies freak me out.  I've seen other poochers just snap them up mid-air as soon as a fly is near.  Not me.  One gets close to me and I all but lose my mind.  Duck, dive, tuck my tail, twirl in circles and take off in another direction.  Experience was so upsetting ended up on mom's lap trembling as if that fly had been made of aluminum foil.
Later, I was accompanying mom while she watered the potted plants.  There's always a chance something, anything will run out from under a plant that's being watered.  So, I always make an effort to join mom during this chore.  As it turned out, I did find something...  A rattle snake coiled up behind one of the planters.  I jumped back & sounded the alarm.  He sounded his alarm.  (A sound very similar to that of a lawn sprinkler.)  Mom gets one look at my discovery, scoops me up and off we go into the garage.  Garage door goes down.  And we go into lockdown mode.
Once in the house, I settle into my snuggle ball.  And not long after I fall into a pleasant slumber.  Until I hear the sound of the Boo beauty products being retrieved from their cabinet... Argh!  Could only mean one thing... BATH!  I hop off the snuggle ball and head for the closet.  It was in the corner of the closet, hunkered down beneath dad's dress pants, cowered & trembling where mom found me.
It's just been one thing after another today...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Multiple Personality</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/156013</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 May 2006 15:36:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Can't hardly believe how cute I am.  Adoring brown eyes, brilliant shiney coat (even short), button  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Can't hardly believe how cute I am.  Adoring brown eyes, brilliant shiney coat (even short), button nose, quirky little tuft on my bottom (especially prominant when my hair's short), perfectly proportioned really... Can often appear deceivingly quite innocent.  Plus!  Have perky smart personality.
Can't hardly believe what a cold blooded killer I am either.  Precious baby quail hopped onto a vine in a pot on the front porch this morning.  Chicky was perched just out of my reach.  Watched, watched & watched some more.  Birdie finally fluttered onto the asparagus fern in the front planter.  Let him chirp & flail for about a 1/2 second.  That's when I swiftly ascended on him.  He pseudo-flew directly up & out of the planter.  I lept from the fern & vertical about 2 feet high and nabbed the chicky before he knew what hit him.
Can show more sides than Cybil.  O.k.... Maybe not Cybil.  More sides than Madonna minus the zany attire and number of personal assistants.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So Love The Spring Thing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/154512</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 May 2006 17:02:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am outside dawn until dusk.  Would stay out all night if the parents would let me.  The &quot;coyotes wil ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am outside dawn until dusk.  Would stay out all night if the parents would let me.  The "coyotes will get you Boo" mantra is getting old.  Mom knows how I love to chase coyotes.
So far since March 20, 2006...
Have spent .5 day harassing & annoying 1 gopher snake.  Have seen 1/2 dozen since.
Officially spotted 1 morning hike sidewinder.
Got a glimpse of 2 kit foxes near their burrow on the side of a dirt road.
Chased at least 2 dozen jack rabbits and twice as many cotton tails.
Caught 2 lizzies "doing it" on the stucco wall.  Which was kinda weird.  Male had his neck all puffed out.  Wonder if she thought it was attractive?
Visited 1 coyote pup that the neighbor down the street had rescued.  Heard his mom & sib had been killed by a couple of hunters.
Saw 2 very large desert tortoises foraging on the backside of Bunny Hill.
And gobbled up 2 tweety bird eggs from a nest dad was relocating.
Yup... Am so appreciating spring in the desert.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blasted!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/153399</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 May 2006 13:44:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Discovered a rat behind the grey fountain near the pool house this morning.
Followed the standard p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Discovered a rat behind the grey fountain near the pool house this morning.
Followed the standard protocol...
- Sounded the alarm
- Ran to & from each side of the fountain hoping the rat might pop out
- Sounded the alarm
- Sniffed every inch of the fountain trying to pinpoint his exact location
- Again sounded the alarm
- Then began digging in the planter adjacent to the fountain in hopes of tunneling to him
It wasn't until my tunnel was about 1/2 the length of the fountain that mom showed to help.  She unwound the hose and began to blast water between the fountain & the block wall.  Mom squirted & I searched for quite some time.  Neither of us ever saw the rat.
And what came next was not only unexpected but quite frankly shocking... Mom sprayed me from head to paws.  Didn't think a muddy Boo was even an issue.  
I wasn't the only one in for an unexpected shower though.  When mom laid the nozzle down to wind the hose back up, the lever released.  Water came jetting out and hit mom square in her right eye.
Yea... Everyone got hosed but the rat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wherefore art thou Romeo?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/152280</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 May 2006 19:22:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Romeo, the black &amp; white neighbor kitty, has been hanging out way too much at my place lately.
Have ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Romeo, the black & white neighbor kitty, has been hanging out way too much at my place lately.
Have seen him on several occasions lounging under the solar panels.
Spotted him many a warm spring day cooling himself under the pines & near the Icky Pond.
Just yesterday I caught him sprawled out on one of the shelves in my garage.  Was swishing his tail as if it were a painter's brush and he the painter.
I spent quite some time jumping from milk crates, over the air compressor and onto tool boxes to try to reach him.  Was even able to make it to the shelf just below him at one point.
Had to resort to enlisting dad the moment he walked through the garage door though.  Ran right to him.  Widened my eyes.  Looked right into his.  And let out a "check out what I found" ruuuufff at dad.  Looked over at Romeo.  Back at dad.  Let out another "you gotta help me with this one" ruuuuuufff!  Lead dad to Romeo's shelf and let out a "can you believe the nerve?" ra, ra, ra!
Dad pats his butt.  Romeo pounces on the floor.  I leapt right toward him.  He takes off out the garage door.  I'm chasing & hollering at him.  Next thing I know Romeo's turned himself around and I've got a big kitty claw extended paw coming right at me.  I duck to miss the swat.  Let out another "is this my garage or yours?!" grrrrrrrrr ra, ra, ra!  And chase him up & over the fence and back into his yard.
Think that Romeo just needs to learn this Juliet's no force to be reckoned with.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Week In Review</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/147836</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 16:56:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Chomped &amp; buried 2 rats this week... 1 on sunday &amp; 1 last night.  Would have gotten the one in the p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Chomped & buried 2 rats this week... 1 on sunday & 1 last night.  Would have gotten the one in the pool cover vault myself too had dad let me at him.  Am still hero there though.  Have the best nose in the pack.  Am able to sound a particularly high pitched alarm at smell of slightest living furry body within 1/2 acre of our house.
Chased at least a dozen bunnies up & over Bunny Hill.  Almost caught the earless one.  But felt so sorry for him, I had to let him go.  Am sure he's made fun of in the bunny community.
Got tricked into 1 bath yesterday afternoon.  Mom lured me to her with a Greenie.  So not falling for that oldest trick in the book again.
Am getting reeeeaaaal sick of the stinkin snakes.  Went to bury a chewy stick on the west side of the yard under a juniper bush today.  Rattled my little dirt covered nose & startled eyes back a few feet in about 1/2 second.  Would understand more where they were coming from if they had legs, ears & hair.

Yup... Week's been pretty good.  And looking forward to the next.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gopher It</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/145608</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Apr 2006 19:09:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>1230pm:
Discovered a gopher snake twisted around one of mom's potted trees on the back porch.  Was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1230pm:
Discovered a gopher snake twisted around one of mom's potted trees on the back porch.  Was at least 4 times my length and when curled up 1/2 my actual size.  
1231pm:
Began sounding the alarm.
1232pm:
Continually sounded the alarm.  Cautiously and with both apprehension and elation stepped toward, back and danced around that pot during the next several hours.
By about 2pm:
Gopher snake had found his way to the top of mom's 2 tiered juniper bush.  Had to stand on my back toes, stretched as far as a Yorkie can stretch and jumped as high as a Yorkie can go trying to get a glimpse.  
216pm:
Tried hopping to & from concrete benches in attempts at a mere peak of the snake coiled in the top of that bush.  Being short sometimes sucks.
237pm:
Mom caved to desperate adoring eyes and gave me boost.  Was even able to catch a whiff.
Approximately330pm:
Watched a birdie (same birdie who'd attempted on several occasions throughout the week to begin a nest in that same bush) swoop down then swiftly fly off the top of the bush.  Ha!
335pm:
Ate a few blades of grass, puked, then sprawled out in the sun and took a nap.
633pm:
Snake slithered his way down the plant, off the pot and into the grass.
And mom held me as I wiggled, wormed & whined from inside the house.

Wonder why they're called gopher snakes...  Don't look anything like gophers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Got Stiffed By The Easter Bunny</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/143925</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Apr 2006 05:45:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was so completely prepared for the Easter Bunny yesterday.  Waited &amp; waited... That hare never showe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was so completely prepared for the Easter Bunny yesterday.  Waited & waited... That hare never showed a hair at my place.
Stood for hours all morning on the drive looking back, forth, up & down.  Gazed fixidly out each window I passed when I wasn't on the drive.  Marched to & fro along the retaining wall scouring my yard throughout the afternoon.  Spent extra time on Bunny Hill searching high & low for just a glimpse of that famous hare.  Figured for sure he'd have made an appearance on Bunny Hill.  Even went so far as to mark the remains of a squashed bunny down the street in the hopes that maybe it would bring my venture some luck.
Am so not a believer in that Easter Bunny hoopla.
Am beginning to think Santa may just be a hoax too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Scorned</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/143661</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Apr 2006 13:23:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom cheated on me.  Yup...  Wouldn't have believed it had I not smelled it for myself.  
She's neve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom cheated on me.  Yup...  Wouldn't have believed it had I not smelled it for myself.  
She's never done anything like this before.  Came home yesterday smelling like the lhasa apso puppy that just moved into Oreo's place down the street.
Only took one sniff of that cutesy fluff ball's scent on mom's shirt to make me turn my head & walk away in disgust.
Apparently Cricket, as they like to call her, is so darn adorable mom could hardly put her down.  White with a patch of black, beautiful dark eyes... blah, blah, blah...
Not sure I can forgive & forget.  
I may be scarred for life.  Will take quite a few roasted turkeys & trips up Bunny Hill for me to get over this one.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Quad Queen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/141027</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Apr 2006 05:41:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent the weekend with my 4 paws planted firmly on dad's 4 wheeler.
Rode in my basket.  And rode at ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the weekend with my 4 paws planted firmly on dad's 4 wheeler.
Rode in my basket.  And rode atop the tank.  Either way my nose was in the wind, I was rindin with my pack and it was cool.
Got a totally different perspective from above my usual 10 inch elevation.  Can see why mom spots the jacks, bunnies, etc. way sooner than me.  Also love that I can speed to a destination quicker than when I'm left to my own devices.
Am now eying a pink flamed Shoei and matching leathers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Early Easter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/140453</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Apr 2006 13:45:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ran down the drive to chase the postman today.  Propped next to the fence  was a box with my name on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ran down the drive to chase the postman today.  Propped next to the fence  was a box with my name on it.
Mom carried it up to the house and set it on the floor.  So we could open it together.  O.k...  She cut it open.  Sliced her hand.  I watched her empty the contents while licking her boo boo.  
Inside were tons of gifts.  Each with special thought & kindness put into it...
A big pink squeeky ducky.  Soft.  Just like me.
My FAV Greenies and Doggie Ice Cream!
TWO bandanas.  One was even personalized with my nickname sake Boo Boo Bear printed on it!
2 ASPCA Anniversary Bracelets for mom & dad.  Mom immediately put hers on.
Easter chocolates & Peeps for my peeple.
AND the sweetest personalized paw stamped card.

I must be special to have Jay-Jay and his K, the biggest hearted pals any Boo could ask for.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yesterday's Tally</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/139956</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Apr 2006 06:11:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Number of Hose Flush Rat Out Scramble &amp; Catches: 1 little grey rat nabbed from behind the grey fount ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Number of Hose Flush Rat Out Scramble & Catches: 1 little grey rat nabbed from behind the grey fountain
Number of Bunnies Chased on Bunny Hill: 4.5 (.5 was a really cute baby bunny)
Number of Times Conned Mom into Kicking Down a Cookie: Only 3... Burried one under a rose bush.  And would have been 4 but got caught up following a birdie around in the garage.
Number of Baths I Tried To Get Out Of: 1... But isn't that enough?!
Number of Times I Ran Down the Drive Barking at Whatever: About a dozen... I have a beautiful voice.

Hoping today is as grrrrrrreat as yesterday, minus the bath of course.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mobile Vet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/139214</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Apr 2006 10:27:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes on our morning hikes mom &amp; I will run across visitors.  Sometimes the visitors are jack ra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes on our morning hikes mom & I will run across visitors.  Sometimes the visitors are jack rabbits or my favorite cotton tails.  Other times they're the bad coyotes.  Once in a while we run across another poocher and their human.
Today we were hiking down the backside of a hill and turning up onto a dirt road.  Parked ahead of us was a familiar truck with the words "Mobile Vet" written on the side.  That decal alone would make any pooch wanna run in the opposite direction.
Mom & I have encountered this very vehicle on our hikes before.  Infact the last time we saw the Mobile Vet, two very large golden retrievers got one look at me.  Barged through the metal doors of the truck and made a beeline my way.  The last thing I remember was being scooped up and flung as if I were one of their squeeky toys.
Needless to woof... One whiff of that truck made me a bit nervous.  So with tucked tail, I crouched down towards the Mobile Vet and semi-crawl/walked around it.  On the other side of the truck  I picked up on the scent of fresh golden retriever prints in the sand.  But still didn't have a visual on the big yellow guys.  So patted on mom to give me a lift.  On mom's shoulders I was able to get a glimpse of them about a 1/2 mile ahead meandering through the desert.
Mom & I took the first turn at the first fork in the road we hiked to.  Never did meet up with them.  And feelin pretty lucky that I didn't strike gold today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Isn't It Ironic?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/136009</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Mar 2006 09:38:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Caught a little grey birdie on my back porch last night.  Jumped off a concrete bench and nabbed him ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Caught a little grey birdie on my back porch last night.  Jumped off a concrete bench and nabbed him mid-flight.  He stopped whistling not long after I bit down on him.

This morning had 3 black crows dive down and do low fly-bys over me.  Even had to crouch closer to the ground to avoid one of the cackling black birds.

They say what goes around comes around.
Guess I'm lucky the crows didn't grab me up and bite down on me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On Dangerous Ground</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/135484</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Mar 2006 05:25:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was rounding the ridge at the top of a hill on our hike yesterday morning when I saw the wild beast. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was rounding the ridge at the top of a hill on our hike yesterday morning when I saw the wild beast.  Didn't look much bigger than a jack rabbit from where mom & I stood.  And, quite frankly, looked as though he wanted to be chased.  So... I took off after him.  And mom... took off right behind me, screaming louder than I'd ever heard her and flailing more wildly than I'd ever seen before.  
Just short of reaching him I came to a screetching halt & turned around to check on mom.  Before I knew what'd hit me, I'd felt a sudden jolt and almost lost my breath.  Mom had swiftly scooped me up.
Coyote made a half circle around us and then disappeared over the ridge.
We headed down the opposite side of the hill.  Mom held me while she maneuvered our way through the sandy trail until we reached the bottom of the canyon.
At the base of the canyon, where there was no sign of the coyote,  she set me down.  I darted to the right weaving between creosotes.  When from behind us and from out of nowhere we see the coyote again.  Making his way around us and heading up a rocky slope to our left, eyeing me as he moved.  Once again I bolted around mom and straight for him.  And again I hear the high pitched panicked "NO BOO!"s coming from behind me.  Next thing I felt was the grip of mom's hands.  I was suddenly elevated to the height of mom's shoulders where I stood perched until we got home.
Coyote stood perched at the top of that rocky hill watching us until we were out of his sight.
Mom says I'm no different than a bunny to that "baaaad coyote."  Huh?!  Where's the bunny?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Darn neighbor kitties...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/134280</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Mar 2006 05:56:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>... are getting on my nerves.
Things were cool when they were in their yard.  The stalking, staring ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... are getting on my nerves.
Things were cool when they were in their yard.  The stalking, staring and taunting through the fence were quite tolerable through a barrier.  But, now they're crossing the line (a.k.a. up and over the fence).  Lounging by my icky pond.  Napping under my trees.  Even sunning on my driveway.
Tried doing a charge towards the black & white one to chase him off.  He humored me enough to make it to the fence line.  Then turned around and took a swat at me.  At me?!  I took a step back.  Then did a foward pounce bark combo.  Before I knew it, the extended claw paw was swishing right back at me.  I had to resort to a step back and growl.  Kitty just plopped down under one of the pines, stretched himself out and began leasurely swooshing his tail around.
Unlike the bunnies, both those darn kitties weigh like three times what I do.  Unlike myself, they can easily scale the fence.  Plus... they've got those stinkin claws.  It's obvious all of this is only the beginning of my kitty chaos.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Am Warm Blooded Killer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/131696</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 05:56:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent a little less than an hour sniffing that bunny down and digging him out from the rocks on Bunn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent a little less than an hour sniffing that bunny down and digging him out from the rocks on Bunny Hill yesterday.  Didn't really want to kill him.  Just sort of happened.  Think may have shook him around a bit too much.  Or might have bitten down a tad too hard.  Was really only simulating squeeky toy play time.
After he went limp, brought him back home and began to bury him in the pines near my east neighbor.  Didn't feel quite right though.  The the two kitties next door had taken some interest in my activities.  Could see one sitting next to his house and swishing his tail across his sidewalk.  The other was sauntering towards me along our fence line.  Couldn't risk leaving the bunny at that location.  Those two would have either ratted me out.  Or worse...  Stollen the body for their own pleasure.  So, dug him back up and took off across my yard.
Buried him again under the solar panels.  Was glancing around just as I was kicking the last pawful of dirt over the little mound... But, location again didn't feel right.  North neighbor was getting his mail and could have noticed my "strange behavior."  Dug the bunny back up and carried him to the west side of the property.
Found a nice place at the base of a creosote.  Spot that would get shade at the peak of day.  I suppose, more so I wouldn't get hot while watching over him than a show of respect.  Was so proud of this location.  Even had to go get mom & show her.  After I'd lead her there though, it dawned on me that maybe even mom couldn't be trusted.  Just couldn't take that kind of risk.  Had to dig him up and take off down the sandy wash.  
Carried that bunny around the yard for hours yesterday afternoon before finding the perfect place.  A spot I will nanchalantly and discretely visit throughout today.  Double and triple checking that the burial site isn't disturbed.  
Wouldn't want authorities to find me out.  Kennel life sucks.  Definately not interested in life behind permanent bars.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Really Can't Get Over Myself</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/131174</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 17:44:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Caught a 10 minute glimpse of my reflection in the mirror today.  Am way cute.  Natural hair colorin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Caught a 10 minute glimpse of my reflection in the mirror today.  Am way cute.  Natural hair coloring more fabu than any colorist could pull off.  Wouldn't consider eyes "bedroom."  "Adoring kick me down a cookie" eyes more realistic.
Mom's world revolves around me.
Wooing dad with two paw face grab & unlimited kisses piece of cake.
Both captivated by "Boo Budda Belly."  One flip over good for ooodles of tummy rubs.
Don't know how the world got along before Boo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Rain, Nor Sleet...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/130805</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 18:02:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...Nor Snow, Nor ANYTHING could keep ME from a bunny chase!
California desert got snow flurries in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...Nor Snow, Nor ANYTHING could keep ME from a bunny chase!
California desert got snow flurries in March.  Yup.  Wouldn't have believed it myself had I not seen it for myself.
Darn snow flakes didn't hinder my action on Bunny Hill a bit yesterday.  Still managed to chase one into the rocks.  And another up & over the south side of the hill.
Didn't need a sissy small dog jacket.  Or one of those darn cutesy sweaters mom's always stuffing me into.  Braved the 30 degree weather as well as any mailman I've ever chased off.
Am such the all weather adorable poocher... Am thinking would make perfect postal service mascot...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bunny Banchie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/128249</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Mar 2006 05:36:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was on Bunny Hill and had just scored a few short sprints after a couple of cotton tails.  Was mid-h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was on Bunny Hill and had just scored a few short sprints after a couple of cotton tails.  Was mid-high speed chase on bunny number 3, when from a creosote beside me lept one of the smallest Jack Rabbits I'd ever seen.  Just a bit bigger than myself.  
At the same time the Jack pounced out, he let out one of the highest pitched screetches I've ever heard.  Think he was as surprised by me as I was of him.  Immediately had to blow off the cotton tail and high tail it after the Jack.
Generally, I don't put much effort into Jacks.  They have the ability to run rather fast and more like a big dog, rather than like the traditional hopping variety of rabbit.  But, I was so close to this Jack I just couldn't pass him up.
Ran along the base of the hill.  Cut up diagnally, weaving between bushes, gliding over rocks and bounding boulders.  All the while maintaining a 2 inch (my nose to his tail) distance between Jack and me.  Jack jumped through the neighbor's split rail fence.  And I followed right after.  We made our way down the back side of the neighbor's property.  Through the winding wash and into the next neighbor's yard.  Jack jumped over some equipment strewn on the ground.  Under a parked trailer.  Slid around a mailbox.  Then bolted across the street to my boyfriend Bruce's place.  
Jack jumped right through Bruce's iron gate.  And it was there that I had to give him up.  Rock base of the gate was too high and iron fencing too narrow for me to continue.
So, I headed back home.  Ran up the street and into the drive where mom stood waiting for me.  Mom proceeded back up the drive.  I started to follow.  But, my desire for more rabbit rush was overwhelming.  I turned around and headed back down the drive, out the gate, over into my neighbor's yard and back up Bunny Hill.
Next thing I remember was mom standing over me, on the back side of Bunny Hill, hollering  "Baaaaad Boo!"  She scooped me up and toted me back home.  "Bad Boo"ing me all the way.  
She plopped me in the laundry room and headed out to her car.  I popped through my door.  Ran to her car.  Jumped in the car and into my car seat.
Had kinda hoped mom would take us to another bunny hot spot.
Mom plucked me out and put me back in the house.  Again, through the Boo Door and into my car seat I went.  This scenario repeated several times.  Until mom shut the big door and the Boo Door became unavailable.
Bunny Hill bunny chasing had been halted.  Had to settle for staring at Bunny Hill through the glass doors for the rest of the day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Food Bowl Is Half Full</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/126911</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Mar 2006 06:44:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Monday mom slipped me a gooey waffle treat in lieu of my fav Greenie.  Goo was alright.  And crunchy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Monday mom slipped me a gooey waffle treat in lieu of my fav Greenie.  Goo was alright.  And crunchy cracker wasn't bad.  But maple filled cookies have nothing on my beloved Greenie.

Tuesday rodent hunting was reduced to a mere discovery of one 1/2 decomposed rat all funked up in a flattened and crooked position behind one of the wall fountains.  Still nabbed him out of mom's hands as soon as she plucked him out.  Even ran off into the pines and buried him so nature could finish its job.

Wednesday the "drive around town" turned Boo hair appointment was also somewhat disappointing.  No matter which route mom trys, I can smell that bath, clipping and blow dryer within a 1/2 mile radius of the shop.  Began my hair dresser protest (Which include but are not limited to shaking, panting, whining, frantically pacing and several attempts at escaping out the car window.) 5 minutes before the car stopped in front of that place.

Thursday... got stiffed on the Bunny Hill romp.  Kept trying to get mom to follow me to the Bunny Hill entrance/gate all day.  Would wander where she was.  Throw out an initial "rrrrruuff."  Toss my head, pointing with my snout, in the desired direction.  Lead mom as close to the gate as she'd go.  Then jumped wildly and barked frantically in an attempt to get her to open that gate.  Now, if I had opposable thumbs and my legs weren't 6 inches long, things would be different.  Things are what they are though.

Like I can count how many times it's rained in the Mojave, during my lifetime, on one paw.  Today... I can't actually see cats & dogs falling from the sky.  But neither mom nor I do wet & cold well.  Morning hike is out.

A lesser pooch might think my week was rather bleak.  Not me.  there's always next week.  And although today is an inclement weather day, it's also laundry day.  Which means I get to play the sock & dish cloth dash with mom until the last load.  Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dingy Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/125756</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Feb 2006 06:02:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad spent the entire day Sunday intermittently ringing the door bell.
And I spent the entire day an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad spent the entire day Sunday intermittently ringing the door bell.
And I spent the entire day answering the dad induced ding dong.
As soon as I'd get in just the right spot and in just the right position on my snuggle ball to take a little snooze, the door bell would ring.  Took me about a half a milli-second to spring out of my snuggle ball.  Leap from the tiled bathroom tub onto the floor.  Do the Scooby Doo Scramble on the tile floor in a race to the hall.  Slide down the hall.  Slip around the corner.  Bound to the front door.  Position myself into my most threatening guard dog stance.  Where I'd swiftly scan the porch, driveway, yard and beyond through the glass door.  While concurrently "ra, ra, ra, ra, rrrrrrrrrrraaaa"ing at the supposed guest/intruder.
Happened probably two dozen times that day.
Each time I found dad standing on the other side of the glass door.  Laughing hysterically at me and my repeatedly predictable reaction.  
Dad was so proud.  He even demonstrated his new found "game with Boo" to mom as soon as she got home that day.
Am now pondering who the real Ding Dong is...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And The Oscar Goes To...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/123058</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Feb 2006 05:29:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...Wallace &amp; Gromit, The Curse of The Were-Rabbit!
Best Actor - Gromit
Best Supporting Actor - Wal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...Wallace & Gromit, The Curse of The Were-Rabbit!
Best Actor - Gromit
Best Supporting Actor - Wallace
Best Supporting Cast - The Gabillion Bunnies
Best Movie Invention - The BV 6000

Heard none of the above got the nomination nod.  Think the Academy may have not seen the film.  So, have certified letter with DVD and above suggestions going out today.

Have also prepared my application for the Anti-Pesto S.W.A.T. Team.  Think my experience far exceeds necessary qualifications.  To include: .5 year Bunny/Rodent Removal Internship.  And 1.5 years hands on experience with an estimated 156 Rat Out Scrambles.  And approximately 233 Mad Dash Bunny Chases.  With about 17 Lizzie/Chicky Grab Ups.  Action shots available upon request.  Would also be willing to interview and audition for the Grrrrrrrraaabbbbit job/part.

Also started my 2006 Letter to Santa today.  With the Bunny Vac 6000 at the top of my list.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stake Out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/122445</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Feb 2006 11:13:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spent the entire day yesterday perched strategically on my snuggle ball next to the bathroom window. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the entire day yesterday perched strategically on my snuggle ball next to the bathroom window.  Intently staring at the kitties that live next door.
Couldn't stop watching the two of them pouncing, arching, clinging, swatting and spatting.  Think they thought they were tree monkies.  Swiftly swinging from patio chair to table to barbecue and back.
Am sure the tabby thought he was Spider Man.  Sprung onto the window screen.  Clung by his claws while staring at the ground below.  Then scaled the screen from one side to the other before doing a back flip onto a potted plant.
At one point later in the afternoon, got just a glimpse of a big ball of fur rolling down the dirt foundation.  The two brawling kitties broke up when they hit the driveway.  Black & white one darted off towards a rock pile.  While the other started batting around the leaves blowing in the wind.
Boo's observation of the day... Kitties are craaaaaaazzzzzzzy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beef Cake</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/121521</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Feb 2006 15:18:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was errand day.
Spent the morning going from here to there.  Started with a Starbucks scone.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was errand day.
Spent the morning going from here to there.  Started with a Starbucks scone.  Then visited with the ladies at the cleaners.  Potty breaked before Blockbuster.  Yada, yada, yada... Ended the morning consulting with the investment advisor, who apparently has a Boo too.  Except his Boo isn't as "beefy" as mom's Boo.
Huh?!  Vet always says am such a "well developed" Yorkie.
Prefer Vet professional opinion of Boo body type.
Wonder if Muscle & Fitness publishes a Yorkie Edition?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Name Is Harrod...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/118984</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Feb 2006 07:20:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...And I'm a Bunnyaholic.
Each day starts with the morning fix.  Those at dawn hikes aren't part of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...And I'm a Bunnyaholic.
Each day starts with the morning fix.  Those at dawn hikes aren't part of a fitness regimen.  They're bunny hunts.  I'm the hunter.  And mom's my scout.
Car rides about town are really rabbit reconnaissance operations.  I gear up with the doggles.  Mom straps me into my booster seat.  And I manuever myself as far out the window as I can to get any sight or scent of bunnyage.
Throughout the day at home, I'm on the drive staring into the desert.  Watching those cotton tails hippity hopping all over their hill.
Every chance I get I'm dropping hints.  Or full on begging mom or dad to take me on Bunny Hill.
They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem...  I have no problem admitting I'm addicted to the Bunny Rush.  But I don't think Betty Ford has a Bunnyaholic Program.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shock The Monkey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/118475</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Feb 2006 14:19:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have taken proper precautions to prevent myself from being Jimmied again.  Now sleep on top 1/2 of b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have taken proper precautions to prevent myself from being Jimmied again.  Now sleep on top 1/2 of bed where legs cannot reach me.  Hoping condition doesn't travel to the arms.
But, now am getting shock treatment from mom.  First time it happened, took one touch to send me yipping up the drive.  Have learned to circle & assess before approaching mom.  And "grrrrrrrr" remind her to ground herself before a Boo greating.
Am beginning to think am being tortured by some sort of Al Qaeda knock off.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting Under Foot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/117516</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Feb 2006 14:57:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes I like to sleep deep under the covers right next to dad's feet.
Other times I enjoy being ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes I like to sleep deep under the covers right next to dad's feet.
Other times I enjoy being curled up on one of the pillows right next to mom's head.
Last night I chose to sprawl out at the end of the bed atop the covers.
In the past, I've had a few problems with the above covers location.  I've either gotten cover flipped in the air.  Or, I get mom's Jimmy Legs slidding under me, next to me and/or kicking me off the bed.  
So I knew I was taking a risk.
Just didn't know Jimmy Legs were contagious.  
In the middle of the night I got Jimmied off the bed by both mom & dad.  Arrrrgh!  Had to finish the night on my snuggle ball.  Alone.  But, safe.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Say It's Your Birthday....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/116440</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2006 06:05:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...Well It's My Birthday Too!
It's 2-2 and I'm 2!  And 2+2=4, which is the year I was born (2004 th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...Well It's My Birthday Too!
It's 2-2 and I'm 2!  And 2+2=4, which is the year I was born (2004 that is).

Heard it was Groundhog day too.  I'd love for that groundhog to show himself.  I don't even care if he sees his shadow.

Mom took me to the darn hairdresser yesterday for an "extra beautiful do."  The dumb pink ribbons lasted about 1.5 minutes (which is like a week to me).  I had the bows completely undone and hanging by a hair by the time we'd turned the corner from my beautician's shop.

This morning mom's sipping her green tea and reading me my Yorkie Star Chart:  
"Yorkie Aquarians are the jealous type and do not enjoy sharing their owners." - Jealous is such a harsh word.  
"They need to be acknowledged and petted." - Don't we all?
"They are very protective of the household and are a good family watch dog." - I think Yorkies may be replacing the junk yard Rottweiler soon.

For the rest of the day I'll be doing whatever I want because.......... it's MY BIRTHDAY.  Wait a second.... I do whatever I want everyday.  Must be my birthday everyday!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Roll Over Refusal Cont'd...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/115762</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 05:33:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Apparently mom &amp; dad haven't read the new Ban on Roll Overs Announcement.
Yesterday at lunch mom ga ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Apparently mom & dad haven't read the new Ban on Roll Overs Announcement.
Yesterday at lunch mom gave it her best shot.  Grabbed my treat.  Brought me over to the carpet.  Went through the Sit, Give Me Five, Up and Lay Down.  And that's where the monotonous performance ended.  Mom's all "Roll over Boo Boo.  Come on.  Roll over baby."  I remained at the Lay Down, plopped my head on my paws and rolled my eyes up at her.  You know the one where you can see the whites on the sides of my big brown eyes.  The whites of my eyes are like kryptonite to mom.  She's puddy in my paws when I pull that look on her.  Of course, got my biscuit without doing the dumb Roll Over.
Later in the evening dad went for it.  Same scenerio.  Got my cookie and marched me over to the carpet.  Yea...  Did every trick.  Stopped right at the Roll Over request.  On dad's 3rd "Come on Boo.  Give me a Roll Over."  I jumped up towards him.  Grappled his face with my front paws and gave him a big 'ol Boo kiss.  Dad always gives in to Boo kisses.  Got my cookie and got out of the Roll Over once again.
There must be a steep learning curve with the furless ones.  Hopefully they'll get it one day soon.  I'll keep working with them.  Just might take a little patience on my part.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rejecting The Roll Over</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/115412</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 05:31:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's official.
I'm never rolling over again. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's official.
I'm never rolling over again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Close Encounter of the Coyote Kind</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/114290</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jan 2006 11:11:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Was patrolling the driveway last night.  When out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a coyote making ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Was patrolling the driveway last night.  When out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a coyote making his way down Bunny Hill.  Immediately I sounded the alarm.  
By the time mom had investigated what had tripped the alarm, Wyle E. was sitting just on the opposite side of the fence staring straight at me.
Really freaked mom out.  
She ran right out, started jumping up & down and boisterously screaming towards the big wild dog.  Before I knew what had hit me, I'd been scooped up.
Mom stomped her feet, waved her arms and yelled profanities I hadn't heard since my potty training days.  I had my upper lip peeled as far up as it would go and was fervently growling at him.  But, Wyle E. didn't budge.  Stood right in his place.  Unaffected by any deterring sounds or motions either mom or I made.
It was then that dad drove up.  Dad jumps out of his truck.  Grabs his pellet gun from the garage.  And starts shooting pellets towards the coyote.
Meanwhile I'm fitfully wriggling & barking at an almost deafening tone.  Mom's shouting "put a pellet in his butt!"  Dad's looking more & more like Elmer Fudd after the silly wabbit.  Loading, pumping and shooting at the coyote.
Dad's aim, mom's wailing and my barking didn't really phase Wyle E. too much.  Apprehensively he sauntered back up and behind Bunny Hill.
And I thought I had nerve...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Devilish Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/113154</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 19:37:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Had my first real rat chase of the year yesterday.  Sniffed him out while casually strolling by one  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had my first real rat chase of the year yesterday.  Sniffed him out while casually strolling by one of the pool house fountains.  Sounded the alarm on the first whiff.  Dad showed, pulled out the hose and blasted that rat right out from behind his hidout.  Rat took off up the stairs.  Scaled the planter wall.  And scurried into the rosemary.  I spent the next hour weaving in & out of that rosemary, trying to track him down.  Wasn't successful.  But, sure smelled great afterwards.

Today dad took me on Bunny Hill.  One of the many great things about Bunny Hill is the wide open unfenced desert around it.  Think I actually caught air the moment dad opened the gate.  Went full speed to the top.  Back to the bottom.  Back & forth across and then down again.  Bounced off some rocks.  Circled around every bush.  Then I took off into that open desert.  Have discovered bunnies like to hide themselves in the center of bushes.  So, I do alot bush circling & mid bush sniffing.  Completely lost track of time in the midst.  O.k.... Time really means nothing to me.  And I may have heard dad calling for me & pleading for me to come back.  But still spent the next hour in the flats just below Bunny Hill pouncing into the middle & checking out every bush in a half mile radius.
Next thing I heard was the rumble of dad's dirt bike.  Apparently he'd been searching for me for quite some time.  My only option was to humbly hunker down, play dumb & act sorry.  So I did.  Dad grabbed me up, gripped me tight and then we motored back to the house.

My adventure didn't end there.  Later in the afternoon, dad spotted a lizzie and pointed him out to me.  Fortunately for me, this time of year lizzies are way slower than usual.  Lizzie was makin his move across the sidewalk & headed under a pot.  I nabbed him up just before he was able to pull his body to safety.  
Next thing dad saw was me chompin on the lizzie.  Next thing I heard was "No Boo!  Not the lizzie!"  I took one bewildered look at dad, gulped him down and then let out a lizzie burp.

Mom says those little pointy ears of mine aren't really ears.  Seems to think they're miniture horns.  Maybe she's right...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Quirky Quailing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/112539</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Jan 2006 13:30:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There I was...  Lying on the porch like a pup in the midst of a morning snooze.  
When above me cam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There I was...  Lying on the porch like a pup in the midst of a morning snooze.  
When above me came a "swoosh" and then a "SMACK" against the glass window just past me.  Then I saw him.  Little grey resident birdie with the cute top knot was stumbling behind the potted hibiscus, located barely in front and just below the point of impact.
So in lieu of a serious bunny chase, I figured "what the heck."  I go after him.  He scrambles to and barely dodges me.  Then scuttles out from behind the hibiscus, runs across the porch, jumps into the planter & heads over the driveway.
The beauty about moutain quail is that they often forgo flying for swift ground action.  Which is perfect for me.
I dart across the driveway after him.  And he heads for the bushes near the Icky Pond.  Being the seasoned hunter that I am,  I dive into the creosote.  He flitters out and does his run-fly action towards the pine trees along the fence line.  I dash right after him.
Then the birdie does what many a birdie does.  I don't know why they do it.  But they always do.  They completely loose their little bird brains & take flight right into an open garage door.  And then usually drive themselves nuts trying to figure out how to get out.  
The quail soars right into the garage window.  Plops onto the sill.  Sails to the next window & does the same thing about 1/2 dozen more times.  While flying in small circles all over the garage.
Of course, I'm completely freaking out and following on the ground below him.  One of the few disadvantages of short, although very cute, legs.
It was at that point when mom came along and opened all the garage doors.  Still... Bewildered birdie didn't budge.  He was scared stiff perched on the garage door opener.  So mom grabs the broom and points the handle in the birdie's direction.  Birdie hops on & gets carried right out of harm's (a.k.a. Boo's) way.
Wonder what that quail would've done  if it hadn't had the help of that handle?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Should be On Broadway...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/111886</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 11:14:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...Or in the movies.  
Am a natural performer.  It's obvious.
Can do every trick in the book and l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...Or in the movies.  
Am a natural performer.  It's obvious.
Can do every trick in the book and look great doing them.  O.k... Maybe more like a little circus monkey.  But when I feel like it, I can easily transition from a rollover to a sit, stand, speak, etc., etc...  Right on cue.  Not bad for an obedience school drop out.
Obedience school instructor & I just never saw eye to eye.  Maybe because my eyes were like 5 feet lower than hers.  Or could have been the pit bull's attempt at making me a meal that put a bad taste in my mouth.  Or maybe it's just not for every pup.  Instructor was always mentioning something about "the clear distinction between tricks & obedience."  Whatever... Obedience school is way overrated.
Am thinking of theatre & dance as an alternative.  Am already quite the little actress (mom's always saying what a Drama Queen I am), very talented (see above trick list) and in shape (reference morning hikes/runs & bunny chases).  Have the wardrobe for big red carpet nights.  Plus... Diva temperment perfect for that scene.
Yup... Think I have the right stuff.  Must be destinted to be a star.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Show Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/111211</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 05:32:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Had a great time curled up on mom's lap watching the dog show this weekend.  Couldn't take my eyes o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had a great time curled up on mom's lap watching the dog show this weekend.  Couldn't take my eyes off the box filled with immaculately groomed & well behaved poochers.  Kept making these stiffen my ears & cock my head from side to side inquisitive gestures towards the TV.  Which mom happened to think was way too precious.

Was thinking, since I am purebread, about entering next year.  Do think it's a little bogus AKC hasn't recognized the cool mixes yet.  Afterall, we all started from a little of this & a little of that.  
So, have started to consider what appear to be stringent requirements.
-Conducting myself with the utmost discipline...  Like impossible.  
-Undergoing intense scrutinization and examination by total strangers...  Grrrrrrr!  
-Learning to be controlled by that lead...  Control me?  Right.  
-Tolerating the prancing around an astroturf ring.  So, no outdoorsy smells and no sign of any real bunnies.  
-I'd have to grow my hair out.  And frequently withstand being groomed, poked, prodded & picked.  Which would make me want to eat the brush.  Also remembered bath day sucks.  
-Would have to travel all over to compete.  Which really isn't conducive to my taste considering my hatred of the high speed car rides.  
-And let's not forget that I couldn't consort with the other pups whatsoever.  Some of them were really cute.  I'd have loved to twirl around, pat my paws & play chase with a few.

So, it's decided.  I'm not show material.  Will always admire the professionals.  But, I shall continue with my wonderful amateur life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fetching Phase</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/110695</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 12:12:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have never been one for the whole &quot;Fetch Fido&quot; routine.
Infact, have observed many a talented fetch ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have never been one for the whole "Fetch Fido" routine.
Infact, have observed many a talented fetcher and have not ever been impressed.  Just never been a ball dog.
But lately for some reason dad's been wheeling my Kong down the driveway and I'm nuts about it.  Can go from zero to ten in .1 second.  I'll even go through the trouble of returning the Kong to dad when I'm in the mood.  Which is totally out of character for me.
Am completely crazy over this new ritual.
Am thinking if dad & I keep this kind of training up between now & bunny season, those bunnies won't have a chance.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rub A Dub Dumb Tub</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/110097</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jan 2006 06:23:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After nearly 2 years, I still hate baths.
Have totally figured out mom's M.O. on bath day.  She sli ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After nearly 2 years, I still hate baths.
Have totally figured out mom's M.O. on bath day.  She slips my collar off in the morning.  Then she'll usually wait a few hours before making her next move.  Which is getting the "work bench" ready.  And as soon as I hear that cabinet with the shampoo, conditioner, combs, brushes, etc, etc.. open, I bolt.  Bolt right out the door.  I usually don't show back up unless I'm hungry or thirsty.
Yesterday the scenerio went down as usual.  I went for the "let's give you a collar break."  But, as soon as I heard the hair dryer getting plugged in, the jig was up.  I disappeared out the door.
Mom's way too patient though.
I slipped back in the house like an hour later.  Siddled up onto the living room couch and thought I was lying low.  Mom nonchalantly walked by & acted like she was ignoring me.  Then scoops me up without missing a beat.
I started to shake like a leaf and cower down as if I'm being sentenced to death.  Bath?  Death?  Gotta be similar.  Mom's mumbling something about "Boo The Drama Queen... yada, yada, yada..."
Once the shinanagans were over.  Mom plopped me on the floor.  And that's when things got oh so better.  I ripped through the house, rubbed myself on every piece of furniture, threw myself on every carpet and shook all over every room.  Then I got my cookie reward.
When will mom learn?  I could have skipped everything & gone straight to the rippin, rubbin and cookie.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crusties &amp; Kitties</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/109075</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Jan 2006 16:20:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad was in charge of me yesterday afternoon.  And I carried around a crusty on my bum right up until ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad was in charge of me yesterday afternoon.  And I carried around a crusty on my bum right up until mom came home.  She walked in the door, took one look at me and started fussing something about how dad's not taking Boo hygiene "berry seriously."
Then mom & I spent the evening battling over its removal.  I snarled & snapped during round 1 with the moist towelette.  Then in round 2, I growled & bit at the nose hair clippers mom borrowed from dad's drawer to clip off the crusty.  Mom won the fight against both me & the brown bit somewhere around round 5.

Later in the night, I was snuggled deep under the covers between dad's feet.  When I heard a muffled "mmmrrrrrrrrrooooooowwwww!"  I crawed out from under the covers.  Stiffened my ears.  And heard the "mmmmrrrrrooooowwww" again.  Then came a "spit, spat, phit, phat!"  The neighbor kitties were fighting right outside my bedroom window.  
I jumped off the bed.  Ran to the door.  And started screaming "ra, ra, ra, ra" let me out! 
Mom gets out of bed.  She leashed me up.  And we headed out the door.  I'm going way faster than mom and gasping as if she's purposefully choking me.  Dragging mom toward the sound of the kitties.  The kitties jump off the block wall and dart back to their yard.  I'm "ra, ra, ra" hollering at the two of them from the spot where they'd been brawling.
Mom scooped me up & toted me inside.

I was completely pumped up.  Couldn't sleep a wink.  Spent the rest of the night propped on my snuggle ball.  Listening for the kitties to show themselves once more.  Even convinced dad to take me out again somewhere around 3am.

All the crusty & kitty action exhausts me.  I'll have to tuck my tail in & grab a cat nap sometime today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daisy Does Da In</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/108221</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jan 2006 15:35:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Families are funny...  Sometimes hilarious.
Cousin Daisy's dad, Da, is the epitome of the zaniest f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Families are funny...  Sometimes hilarious.
Cousin Daisy's dad, Da, is the epitome of the zaniest family character.  He's a small, middle aged, grey haired man who stands barely a foot taller than Daisy.  He scoots rather than walking.  His pants are usually some flashy bright color and worn inadvertantly similar to a teenaged rapper.  He likes to argue with pretty much anyone he might meet, which often attracts undue attention.  Da also loves his boxer Daisy.
When we happened upon Daisy & Da the other day, Daisy was walking Da down the sidewalk across the street from us.  Along that same side of the walkway is a block wall.  While they were walking, a neighborhood pooch on the other side of the block wall starts to bark.  Naturally, Daisy leaps for the sound coming from behind the wall.
Because Da hadn't taken the time to learn how to use the shock collar necessary to control Daisy, Da gets yanked right behind her.  Yanked right to the ground & forward.  Then Daisy jumps up at the wall which in turn jerks Da once again across the concrete.
His khaki dockers get ripped on both legs.  His Hawaiian print shirt is torn.  His glasses fly off his face, into the air, bounce off the block wall and onto the road.  Where they're smashed by the next car which passes by.
So there Da was on the other side of the street torn & tattered.  Didn't seem to faze him much though.  Picked himself right up & had Daisy scoot him right back home.
Daisy will probably have to lead Da around for a while.  At least until Da can get to his next eye appointment.  Because Daisy'd eaten Da's only spare pair of glasses earlier in the week.
Yup... Families can be so funny.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Year's Barkin Eve</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/106745</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Dec 2005 15:23:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dick Clark's got nothin on me.  I can count down &amp; celebrate the new year with more enthusiasm than  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dick Clark's got nothin on me.  I can count down & celebrate the new year with more enthusiasm than any one in Times Square.  And am more vociferous than any squeeker, blow horn or human scream of joy.

Mom & Dad snuck me to our favorite hotel for New Year's Eve.  The one I like with the hilly grassy golf course & bay with the birds I so love to chase.

So we're tucked in for the night.  Mom had tested me a few times off the leash just outside the room's sliding door earlier in the day.  I was so good.  Did my thing & came right to her just as I was told.  But, at 10pm there is nothing like a bolt through that hilly grassy golf course.  Yup.  I pulled the "Dash & Boo's Deaf Now" romp out the room when mom's got nothing but her jammies on.  Temperature was cool.  Could smell the ocean breeze.  Plus I felt like barking really loud.  So loud that I would wake any other guest that might also be staying in the same building as us.  Which is exactly what I did.  Until mom & her muddy feet caught me at the 9th hole.

As if that weren't enough.  Even later that night when other guests were dressed & on their way out for the night, I thought maybe they needed a Boo Year Cheer.  Dad had cracked the hall door to get some ice.  He thought he might slip out without me noticing.  Wrong.  I made a run for it right between his legs.  Went yipping down the hall.  One lady in her sparkly silver dress jumped up & screamed.  Another dressed in burgundy velvet was screeching & clinging to the hall wall.  I ran & barked all the way to the end of the hall and started to make my way back.  When dad grabbed me up, grasped my snout & shoved me back in the room.  Said I couldn't be trusted.  

Baffling... Thought you were suppose to holler out your happiness for the new year.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home For The Holidays</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/105452</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Dec 2005 20:26:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Santa read my list.
Am now sporting new Swarovski bling.  Chewing on chic' Chewy Vuitton Cherry Bag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Santa read my list.
Am now sporting new Swarovski bling.  Chewing on chic' Chewy Vuitton Cherry Bag.  And tossing around fresh Woofgang Pup Squeeky Pizza.

Even pulled off entertaining/avoiding Sophie all weekend.
Only half dozen full on grappling brawls between us.  When we weren't snarling at one another, I followed that Sophie everywhere she went.  Hiking up over every spot in the yard where she'd marked.

Christmas dinner was hosted by my favorite furless cousins, Evan & Blair.
The entire affair couldn't have been more beautiful.  House was exquisitly decorated with more ribbons, bows, holly & garland I'd ever seen before.  Tables were covered in deep colored holiday prints, arranged with staggered festive serving trays and lit by red & green candles.  Wine was devine.  Especially enjoyed the featured perfectly prepared roasted turkey & prime rib.  Event could have been on the cover of Food & Wine.

My first memorable Christmas was exactly that... one I'll never forget.
Never meaning until I see the next bunny, of course.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sophie's Choice</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/104892</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 12:51:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/104892</guid>
		<description>Have been watching gifts being wrapped for the last month.  Even opened a few early.  Afterall, Harr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have been watching gifts being wrapped for the last month.  Even opened a few early.  Afterall, Harrod gift giving/receiving should go on year round.
Got a present I wasn't expecting today.  Unfamiliar furless cousins brought over their own "Boo" (a.k.a. Sophie) to stay with us over the holidays.  Almost like looking in the mirror 24/7.  
"Boo II" even feister than "Boo I."  
Sophie's so tough.  She even took on cousin Daisy (grandma's maniac boxer).  Couldn't believe it.  Sophie's standing on grandma's counter.  Daisy comes running in, slams her paws on the tile, thrusts her snout straight into Sophie and rours out her most threatening "I wanna play with you bad" growl.  Sophie stiffened her body, lifted her upper lip, shows her teeth & "grrrrrrrrrr"s right back.  Next thing we knew Daisy's backing up & out of the kitchen.  Sophie's taking a flying leap right off the counter & is chasing Daisy off.
Sophie's not a force to be reckoned with.
Not sure I can handle the competition.
Wonder what the return policy is on Sophies...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Twas The Night Before Christmas...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/104479</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Dec 2005 17:46:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>...And all through the house.  Not a creature was stirring.  Not even a mouse.&quot;

Huh?!
What about ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...And all through the house.  Not a creature was stirring.  Not even a mouse."

Huh?!
What about a bunny?!  Is there a bunny stirring?
What about a rat?  A rat could be stirring.
Can we at least stir up a lizzie?
If there's nothing stirring, there's really no point to the story.

Think I'd rather be snug as a bug with visions of sugar plums.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here Kitty Kitty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/103384</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Dec 2005 17:45:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/103384</guid>
		<description>Woke up this morning to a black kitty on MY porch.
Was making the first thing in the morning patrol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woke up this morning to a black kitty on MY porch.
Was making the first thing in the morning patrol around MY house.  Found the little (only 3x my actual size) intruder sprawled on the edge of MY sidewalk.  
I bolted straight for him.  Chased him half way around the house.  Then up the ash tree planted just outside mom's bathroom window.
Next thing I see are mom & dad's faces staring out at me from the bathroom window.  Both of them yelling "Get the kitty Boo!"  (Like they could have helped me out a little.  I'm less than a foot tall for DOG's sake.)
I start hollering at the kitty that had perched itself in MY tree.  The kitty jumps out of the tree, runs across the block wall, leaps onto the lower planter and then off into MY yard.  I take off right on his tail.  Chased him across the yard and down the driveway.  
Kitty bounded over the fence.  (Am a little jealous of that clear anatomical advantage he had over me.)  Not much more I could have done though.  So, I strutted off & barked out a few token "That'll teach you"s.
Not much of a lion in that feline.  Think the bad luck was on the black kitty crossing MY path.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Power Shopping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/102877</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Dec 2005 16:18:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/102877</guid>
		<description>Spent the last 3 days following mom or having mom tote me around every store from Anthropologie to Z ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spent the last 3 days following mom or having mom tote me around every store from Anthropologie to Z Gallery.  
Found out there are no bunnies in any of these stores.  Nor are there any rats.  Am not really sure why they're still open.

Mom & I stayed out of town at her friend's.  Her friend has one very large extremely boisterous yellow lab who spent the last 3 days either licking me or trying to lick me.  Her friend also has two swift little people who spent the last 3 days commanding me to "high five" during my every waking moment.  Quite frankly... Am exhausted.

Was so glad to be home last night.  I was almost friendly to the neighbor kitties.  Even buzzed over to their house & hung out on their porch while mom was unpacking the car.  Got that close to developing a relationship above taunting each other between the fence.

Yup... Holiday bustle is definately overrated.  Am done with the shopping thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drive By Bunnies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/101594</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 05:47:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/101594</guid>
		<description>Dad took me on a low speed desert truck ride yesterday.
The window was rolled down.  I was hanging  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad took me on a low speed desert truck ride yesterday.
The window was rolled down.  I was hanging as far out of it as I could possibly get.  Dad was grappling my rib cage as tight as he could.
Dad got a sighting of a couple of bunnies hunkered down, up against some rocks.  He points them out to me.  I, of course, freak out.  So dad pulls as close to them as he could.  He pointed at them again.  
Next thing dad knew I'd wiggled free of him.  And was scaling down the side of the truck.  Leapt from the side of the truck onto a pile of rock & dirt.  Then did a dash straight to those bunnies.
By the time I'd gotten to them.  One had taken off to the right.  The other was attempting to hop vertically up the rock pile.  I jumped right after the one heading up the rocks & quickly nabbed him.  Got a good grip on him.  Shook him around.  Threw him down.  Picked him back up.  And shook him again.
By this time dad's out of the truck at standing over me.  He grabs me & my mouthful up.  Pried the bunny out of my jaws and set him back on the rocks.
I'm looking at dad like "Are you CRAZY?!"  Then glancing back over at the bunny like "You're SOOO LUCKY!"
Bunny shook his head and then his body a couple of times.  Checked out the wet patches I'd left on him.  Then quickly hopped off into the desert.
Dad stashed me back in the truck & rolled up the window.  Not sure why he needed to do that.  I can't smell or see bunnies nearly as well through nose smudged glass.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas List</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/101212</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 15:37:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Number of bows I've attempted to eat = 3
Number of presents I've already opened = 2.5 (Had to drop  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Number of bows I've attempted to eat = 3
Number of presents I've already opened = 2.5 (Had to drop one mid-unwrap to go chase a bunny.  Saw him running along the fence through the window.)
Number of shop trips = Feels like a gabillion
Number of cards carried from the mail box = 6.5 (Had to eat .5 card on the way up the driveway.  Mom dared me.)
Number of attempts at Boo cutesy Christmas photos = 5 + the Grinch disaster
 
Number of Williams-Sonoma Chocolate Filled Peppermints Snaps mom's eaten = Unknown.  But her tongue is pink & white striped now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark Is Cheap</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/100519</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Dec 2005 08:35:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/100519</guid>
		<description>Every morning first thing after I pop out of bed, mom lets me out.  I take off running at top speed  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every morning first thing after I pop out of bed, mom lets me out.  I take off running at top speed around the house and announce to the world that I'm awake.
Not long after, mom & I go on our morning walk.  Sometimes I'll continue the around the house bark all the way down the street, letting the ENTIRE neighborhood know I'm up and they should be too.
Mom & I were on our morning jaunt today and we ran across a couple of yellow labs that live in the neighborhood.  They were jogging toward us with their dad.  So, I of course voice my Better Not Come Any Closer "ra, ra, ra, ra!"  But they just kept on.  I paced up & down the street corner.  Ran around mom a couple of times.  Then realized the yellow twins really weren't stopping.  I pit pat mom's legs.  She scoops me up.  I do the "grrrrrrrrrrr, ra, ra, ra, grrrrrrrrr, ra, ra" Mom's Holding Me Back Wiggle Threat from her arms.  It worked.  They turned & bolted around the corner.  O.k... Might have been that they were on their leashes & had no choice.... Whatever.  It's my diary.
So later we come upon Oreo (the little black & white lhasa apso from a few houses down).  I make a "grrrrrrrrrrr" right for, back & forth, to & fro and around him.  He didn't run the other way or take off with his tail tucked.  He sniffed me, stamped his front paws on the ground & wanted me to play.  
Arrrgh... I must not look frightening or scary.  
My bark is certainly not intimidating.  
I thought I was a tough terrier...  Am thinking seriously about that collar with the spikes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hangin With Cuz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/99682</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Dec 2005 18:12:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/99682</guid>
		<description>Furless cousins came by to see me yesterday.
Came roaring in on their dirt bikes like some sort of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Furless cousins came by to see me yesterday.
Came roaring in on their dirt bikes like some sort of tough gang.  Geared up from head to toe.  Think maybe they might even have a tatoo or two hidden under those long layers of clothing.  
Evan, the bigger of the two, was cool.  Kicked me down a couple bites of the cookie he snagged from mom's stash.
Blair, the smaller & less predictable one, traded some of her cookie for a couple of "high fives" from me.
We hung out on Bunny Hill (The mound of dirt & rock behind my house, beyond my fence, that I like to stare at pretty much all day because it's got a TON of bunnies!) for a bit.  Didn't catch one bunny.  But did a couple of "yip & dashes" for a few.
Both my furless cousins like to refer to dad as "Bubba."  Haven't completely figured that out.  Probably never will.  Just glad their not stingy with the homemade cookies & don't mind hunting down the bunnies with me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dear Santa</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/98820</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Dec 2005 15:19:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/98820</guid>
		<description>Am completely over my Dingle Berry Rock around town.
Even ventured out for a little retail therapy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am completely over my Dingle Berry Rock around town.
Even ventured out for a little retail therapy today.
Am eyeing several things for my holiday wish list.  
Would like to try one of those big dog greenies.  
Think I'm totally deserving of a new snuggle ball.  
Would look really tough sporting one of those collars with the spikes on it.  
And at the very top of my list would be a bunny.  Yup!  Found out the stores sell bunnies!  Tried incessantly scratching on the glass & barking at the top of my lungs to pick the one I want out.  But, glass is harder than I thought.  And I think mom was tuning me out.
Am going to paw out my list to Santa right away before they all sell out.
Am so glad I've been such a good girl this year.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Seasonal Berries</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/98209</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 16:58:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/98209</guid>
		<description>It was errand day today.
Mom toted me EVERYWHERE.... hairdresser, Walmart, cleaners, Blockbuster, g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was errand day today.
Mom toted me EVERYWHERE.... hairdresser, Walmart, cleaners, Blockbuster, gas station, grocery store, etc... etc...
Mom had me dressed in one of my favorites, the Jasper & Lenore's "Hepburn" Coat.  
Heard the:  "Oh so pretty,"  "Oh she's so precious,"  "I want one of those,"  everywhere we went.
Got home, did the circle around to lay down & really couldn't believe what I saw.  Mom said it was as if she'd been all over town with a boogie hanging from her nose.  I had a little dingle berry hanging from my butt.  Not sure exactly how long it'd been there.  But, I'd wiggled my toosh everywhere & to everyone.  Mom had plopped me on every counter of every store in town.
Can't believe mom didn't notice.
Am completely mortified.
Don't think I can show myself about ever again.  
I may have to move.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yo Adrian!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/97054</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Nov 2005 13:44:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/97054</guid>
		<description>Looked just like Rocky training for the big fight this morning.
Up before the crack of dawn.
Mom d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Looked just like Rocky training for the big fight this morning.
Up before the crack of dawn.
Mom dressed me in my red whipstitch sweater.  Which somewhat resembles the sweat shirt Rocky wore.  Except that it's red and a knit sweater.
We're out the door by 545am.  Pickin up the pace before the turn off our street.  Then moving into our rhythmic gait towards the open desert.
Mom always carries Boo energy bites on our outings & intermittantly pops one in my mouth.  Discovered not everyone is as conscious about me not hitting the low carb wall.  Ran by a couple that live down the street.  Did the "Boo Would Really Like A Piece of Pupperoni" dance around one of them.  Dashing in front, around & behind them.  Did some wriggling & wagging in circles.  And nothing.  They didn't kick me down a thing.  
Had to take off in a full high speed sprint past them up a hill, bounding over rocks & boulders.  Very similar to Rocky's run up the stairs in downtown Philidelphia.
Mom & I logged almost 4 miles this morning.  Not quite the distance Rocky would have gone before a bout with Apollo Creed.  But not bad endurance training for my bunny chasing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Giving Thanks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/96817</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Nov 2005 15:19:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/96817</guid>
		<description>Am very thankful mom serves roasted turkeys year round rather than once a year.  Dark meat rocks!
A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am very thankful mom serves roasted turkeys year round rather than once a year.  Dark meat rocks!
Am thankful to the unpredictable little people who drop pieces of that roasted turkey on the floor for me to gobble up.  
Am thankful for the rat dad shook lose from one of those PVC pipes yesterday.  Didn't catch him.  But wasn't the worst chase of the year.
Am thankful for the bunny who's living in the rosemary on the east side of my yard.  Have seen him dashing across the driveway into the bushes.   Haven't pinpointed his exact whereabouts.  Mostly because the smell of rosemary sometimes reminds me of roasted turkey, which throws me completely off.
Am very thankful for Dogster who's hooked me up with all my fabulous pup pals.  Especially Jay-Jay, Wrigley, Portia, Oliver Louis, Bowie & Scarlett, Bertrum, Goblin, Sterling & Opal, Joey, Izzie & Cricket, Seva and Jockomo, whose diaries are to die for.  Hope Turkey Claus came to see you all!
Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Heavy Handed Dad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/95127</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Nov 2005 05:40:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/95127</guid>
		<description>Sometime in the wee hours of last night dad got up out of bed for a potty break.
Naturally I moved  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometime in the wee hours of last night dad got up out of bed for a potty break.
Naturally I moved over into his spot to help keep it warm.
Dad gets back & gingerly moves me over.  I seize this opportunity and roll right over for a belly rub.  He rubbed & rubbed.  But, at some point dad fell asleep mid-rub.  
So there I was, the only one awake in the middle of a great belly rub when the dead weight of dad's hand gradually gets heavier & heavier on me.  I'm lying between two very unconscious parents trapped under a 10lb hand-arm.
I tried wriggling between a couple of his fingers first.  Then tried to squirm out from under his palm.  Even attempted to side shimmy down his arm.  Finally had to position my back paws on the palm of his hand, bend my legs & give dad's hand a good swift kick upward.  I escaped out from under while his hand flung above me, crawled to safety & snuggled up next to mom.
Whoosh... Living proof getting out from under oppression is possible.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Grinch Who Stole My Dignity</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/94911</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 10:08:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/94911</guid>
		<description>Last year mom took me to the local pet store for pictures with Santa.
This year she took me there f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last year mom took me to the local pet store for pictures with Santa.
This year she took me there for pictures with the Grinch.  The Grinch is this big green (according to mom), fray haired, pointed eared (not that there's anything wrong with big beautiful pointy ears), raggedy, grumpy, scowl faced guy.
I wasn't big on the whole Santa thing last year.  Pictures were hideous.  So why mom thought I'd take a liking to the Grinch experience I'll never know.
We get to the store and I'm thinking "Oh yea!  All kinds of great new kitty & doggie smells.  I'm gonna love this."  Even started to make my mark on the indoor-outdoor carpet laying by the front door.  Mom stopped me mid-hike, grabs me up & hands me off to the Grinch.  
Then the store clerk reaches for the one antler head gear.  I get the all wheel high speed blender legs going & vigorously fling my head & body so there's absolutely no chance of getting the antler fastened on properly.  Next thing I know I'm getting harnessed to a miniature sleigh reigned by the Grinch. 
In the end, I was standing in the middle of this makeshift photo studio.  My ears were completely down & back.  The antler was hanging off the side of my head.  I was bound like a slave.  And grappled by the Grinch.  The clerk's clicking her doggie clicker.  Mom's teasing me with talk of  "looking at bunnies" and "finding rats."  Flash bulbs were going off all around me.
I'm not sure what happened next or if they ever got a decent shot.  But, I'm pretty sure at this point that humans will stoop to just about any level to get into the spirit of the holidays.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mall Rat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/94352</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Nov 2005 07:45:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/94352</guid>
		<description>Mom &amp; I spent the day at the mall yesterday.
To understand my shopping experience, I must reiterate ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom & I spent the day at the mall yesterday.
To understand my shopping experience, I must reiterate my extreme dislike for high speed car rides.  Pretty much anything over 35mph scares the bajeebees out of me.  I spend the entire time in the car clinging to mom's shoulder & shaking like a leaf.  High speeds really freak me out.  So, in order for that trauma to be worthwhile for me I must be given some sort of incentive.  Yesterday's stimulus was mom's mention of the mall rats.  Hello!  Rats?!  That would be worth a stinkin car ride.
We get to the mall and it's an outdoor mall.  So, I'm thinking "Oh yea!  Perfect for chasing down rats."  So mom & I are wondering around.  Looking in windows & popping into a few of the stores.  Even buying a few gifts.  The whole time I'm busy sniffing around for those rats mom promised.  
I'm, of course, as popular as ever even with the shoppers.  "Oh too cute."  "She's so pretty."  "What coloring."  "She's a beautiful doggie."  Yea, yea, yea...  Where are the rats?
We go to lunch.  I get the grilled chicken.  Mom gets the shrimp salad.  I'm thinking "Hey.  Now I've got some energy to do some rat chasin."  We continue strolling from shop to shop the rest of the afternoon.
Never once throughout the day did I see or smell one rat.  Mall rats must be a really rare breed if even I can't spot 'em.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Personal Shopper</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/93889</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 17:42:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/93889</guid>
		<description>So, mom &amp; I are in the grocery store today.
I'm laying in my carrier &amp; minding my own business.  Wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, mom & I are in the grocery store today.
I'm laying in my carrier & minding my own business.  When out of the corner of my eye I see a white poodle just sitting in the basket of the cart next to us.  Not restrained.  Not in a carrier.  Simply sitting in the cart plain as day. 
How wrong is that?!  The only reason I'm even putting up with being in that carrier is because mom insists it's the "only way" to take me "certain places."
Um... Not thinking mom's so truthful right now.
I started to howl.  At the top of my lungs I cried as if I was being abused & tortured, which I completely was.  Arrrroooooooh!
Mom's pacing back & forth beside our cart in the meat & cheese isle,  whispering into the mesh between us  "No Boo.  Quiet Boo.  Let me find the freakin' proscuitto first Boo!"
Yea... I quieted down a bit before we got to the checkout line.  Not because I wanted to.  Because I like the fact that mom buys turkeys there.  And I love roasted turkeys.  Mom's like "Oooohhhh.... Gooooood Boo... Veeeerrrry goooooood Boo" into my bag.
As we were paying our bill, the checker says "Anyone ever notice & give you a hard time about your doggie?"
"Oooooh noooo." Mom says.  "She's so good.  No one ever notices."
Did that checker not see that poodle?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Arachnid Army</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/93537</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 17:47:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Fall in the desert can be just like a scary movie.  Thousands of tarantulas migrate across the mojav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Fall in the desert can be just like a scary movie.  Thousands of tarantulas migrate across the mojave every year about this time.
This afternoon I was rounding the corner of my house and I saw my first big spidey of the season.  Almost ran right into him.  He'd obviously gotten lost from his transient friends.  Seemed just as shocked at the sight of me.  Lifted & lowered himself about a 1/2 dozen times.  Then bobbed his body towards me & actually swiped one of is front legs at me.  Not sure what that was about.
Quite frankly he's lucky I don't find him nearly as fascinating as I do the bunnies & rats.  Could have been just like a horror flick for him.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In The Hood</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/92618</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 05:37:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Had serious rodent rush yesterday.
Started mid-morning.  First, I smelled a rat hiding in a piece o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Had serious rodent rush yesterday.
Started mid-morning.  First, I smelled a rat hiding in a piece of PVC pipe that was in the pile of stuff under the solar panels.  Dad shook him out of the pipe and into the sandy wash for me.  I spent an hour pouncing from bush to bush.  Barking at that rat & digging around that wash.  Almost had him.  But, the rat escaped underground into a ground squirrel burrow.  There must be a maze of 3inch diameter tunnels that go in every direction just below where I was standing.  Never did figure out where he could have gone.
Later, I was taking a stroll around the driveway when I got wind of another rat.  This one was in dad's car.  I sounded the alarm.  Dad showed.  I pointed to the front of the car with my snout.  Dad picked me up & opened the hood.  And there he was staring right back at me & dad, a rat nestled in the engine compartment.  
I went nuts.  Umph!  Imph!  Umph!  "Put me on the engine!"  Dad sets me on the engine.  The rat scurries off in between the engine & the car frame.  Imph!  Umph!  "Put me down!"  Dad puts me back on the ground.  I take a look from below.  Umph!  Imph!  "O.k.  Lift me back up!"  We went through the cycle about a dozen times.
Until dad decided to reach for the hose and blast water onto the engine.  Still, the rat never budged.  Remained clinging to the side of the engine.
So dad closes the hood, jumps in the car & yells for me.  I jump in after him, thinking the rat was now inside the car.  Dad starts the car & gets on the gas backward.  Then forward.  Then backward.  And forward again.  Umph!  Imph!  Umph!  "The rat's not in here.  Let me out!"  So dad stops the car.  We both jump out.  Dad opens the hood back up.  Rat was nowhere to be found.
Now I'm pretty sure there's not a tunnel under the driveway.  And I didn't see him run off.  Couldn't smell a thing distinct beyond the gas, oil & water.  Completely baffled me.  
Rats in the hood are tough.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boo's Bike Ride</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/91769</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Nov 2005 12:16:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Thought we'd mix up the workout routine this morning.  So, mom &amp; I went for a bike ride instead of o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thought we'd mix up the workout routine this morning.  So, mom & I went for a bike ride instead of our usual hike. 
Saw all kinds of cool stuff.  
A gazillion hawks perched on hill tops.  
About a dozen jack rabbits.  
A few ground squirrels.
We even got a glimpse at a kit fox.  Which I thought looked alot like myself, except with a long poofy tail.  
And a ton of bunnies.  My personal favorite of the local desert fauna.  
None of which I could chase because I was bound by the harness attached to the basket I was in.  Not sure why mom thought that was necessary.
Think I like moutain biking almost as much as motocross.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day of Beauty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/91474</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Nov 2005 16:17:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/91474</guid>
		<description>Mom forgot all about my hair appointment this morning.
Ended up rushing down to the shop &amp; begging  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom forgot all about my hair appointment this morning.
Ended up rushing down to the shop & begging the hair dresser to "pleeeeeeaaase fit Boo in."
Um... Yea... Mom's not getting it.  Boo's not interested in the hair dresser.
Hair dresser like torture chamber.  
You get a BATH there!  
Then blown dry.  I'll never figure that one out.  I can shake it dry just fine.  
Then come the clippers.  Don't think I'll ever appreciate those noisy vibrating clippers.  
Then the snip, snip of the scissors around areas I'd really prefer there not be sharp objects.  
Oh!  And don't forget the cleaning of the ears.  That's always a joy.  Moist cotton ball in the ear.  Yea...  That sounds great.
Mom's forever trying to "make it up to me" by doing nice things for me afterward too.  Like bringing me by to see dad right after.  Or feeding me something spectacular, like leftover roasted turkey, as soon as we get home.  Sometimes she'll even break out some new toy she's been hiding just for such an occasion.  Today is was the Kate Spayed bag.  Yea... Think it'll work.  Elegant.  Yet, practical.  
Not sure it was worth what I've been through.  
Probably can milk this one for a nice long belly rub tonight too.  
Think I will.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Killed in Combat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/91081</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Nov 2005 14:26:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Guard duty didn't last long this morning.
Think I make a better warrior.
Enthusiastically pounced  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guard duty didn't last long this morning.
Think I make a better warrior.
Enthusiastically pounced one too many times into the planter.  Or maybe it was that last toss into the air that did him in.
Am a trained killer.  Cannot distinguish between "cutesy baby kangaroo rat" and "garden variety/run of the mill desert rat."
I did honor Captain Kangaroo's memory with a proper burial.  Ran off with his little body & buried him in what I like to refer to as Little Arrgh-lington Cemetery (a.k.a. the sandy wash).
Hum... Wonder if his friends will be by to visit?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nixed Kitty Plan</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/90949</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Nov 2005 06:46:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Have redeamed myself.
Dad set young kangaroo rat free two days ago.  He carried him outside our yar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have redeamed myself.
Dad set young kangaroo rat free two days ago.  He carried him outside our yard quite a way.  To me it was like a 1/2 mile.  But to that rat it must have seemed like 10 miles.
Guess who found his way back though?  Captain Kangaroo!  Showed up in the front planters next to the door step.  He must have realized Camp Shoe Box was fair & humane afterall.
Guess who sniffed him out?  Me.
Guess who's now the hero of the household once again?  That would be me.  Me, me, me.
It's gonna be a great day.  I'm gonna spend the whole morning chasing the little fellow & pouncing all over those planters.  Yup.  Gonna be a fantastic day. 
I'm thinking mom's regretting that "kitty" comment.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mouse In The House</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/90809</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Nov 2005 17:15:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/90809</guid>
		<description>Am a bit disturbed.  
Disappointment began when I found number 1 of 2 kangaroo rats cold &amp; stiff on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am a bit disturbed.  
Disappointment began when I found number 1 of 2 kangaroo rats cold & stiff on second day of babysitting job.  Was not even the cause of death.  Could have had quite the pooch & mouse chase.
Then on day 3, second kangaroo rat escaped from Camp Shoe Box.  Never saw it coming.  Happened sometime between 7am & 630pm.  I must have been out rummaging through the stored junk under the solar panels or something.
Mom made the discovery of the missing mouse sometime around 635pm on day 3.  Had me sniff the washcloth she'd thrown in the shoe box for a rat blanket, until I'd analyzed & memorized every bit of Captain Kangaroo's scent.  Yea.  Like I'm now I'm the official bounty hunter.  
Smelling that swatch didn't help.  Dad was the one who found the rat hunkered down in the back of one of the closets.  
I tried to do my part.  Went nuts when dad said he'd found him.  Made whiny anxious noises as soon as I saw him.  Even acted like a crazed loonatic when the rat bit on dad & tried escaping from his grasp.  None of which helped my "rep" much.  Mom even made mention of "getting a kitty."
Yup.  Am very disturbed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Captain Kangaroo Rats</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/89549</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Nov 2005 14:34:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Dad found a couple of baby kangaroo rats today.
Mom's got them in a shoe box.  Apparently she think ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad found a couple of baby kangaroo rats today.
Mom's got them in a shoe box.  Apparently she thinks they're too young to release into the wild just yet.
And guess who gets to babysit?!  ME!  I can't hardly believe it.  It's like a miracle from above.  Sitting inches from my nose in a shoe box are two tiny grey cotton ball sized bundles of joy.  Joy for me to stare at.  Joy for me to smell.  Joy for me to imagine snatching up.  Joy for me to possibly chase.  Endless Joy.
Yes.  You know you're a poocher who has arrived when you don't even have to step outside your door to have something small, grey and alive at your pawtips.
Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stiff Lizzie Storage</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/89388</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Nov 2005 06:20:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/89388</guid>
		<description>Every day, several times a day, for the past week I've been checking on the lizzie I accidently kill ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every day, several times a day, for the past week I've been checking on the lizzie I accidently killed.  I've got him stored in the grass at the base of one of the ash trees.  
The day I snuffed him out he we went limp.  
Since, everytime I go to check on him he gets more & more rigid.  His body's shaped as if his last moment was spent on the dance floor at the disco.  Head to the side.  One back leg kicked to the opposite side.  The other bent forward.  One arm bent out & up.  The other twisted back with all his fingers spread apart.  
When I go to toss him in the air to see if he'll snap out of it, take off & let me chase him again, he lands in the grass and totally retains his bizarre shape.  
I guess I'll just keep returning him to the base of the tree until he snaps out of his funk.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bringin' Those Rats To Justice</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/88658</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 19:11:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/88658</guid>
		<description>Summer rats have moved on from the usual spots.  Have heard of snow birds.  But rats don't fly.
Hav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Summer rats have moved on from the usual spots.  Have heard of snow birds.  But rats don't fly.
Have also noticed an influx of rat activity under the solar panels.  Solar panels must be rat equivalent of Florida snow bird beaches.
Have connected rat nest material with food mom has been feeding tortoises all summer long.  Crafty little thieves those rats are.
Dad also stores miscellaneous materials under the same solar panels.
This afternoon I smelled one of those grey criminals inside a piece of stored PVC pipe.  I sounded the appropriate alarm.  Mom, of course, responded.  She grabbed up the pipe, turned it vertical & shook that rat right out.  The rat took off into a creasote bush.  And I ran right after him.  The rat scurried into a critter hole previously dug, probably by one of his other seedy friends.  And I dug after him.  All mom could see was a dirt cloud gathered around me in the middle of that bush.  
I'm not sure where the rat tunnelled himself to because I never found him.  But one thing I do know is where I'll be waiting for him & any buddy he might have.  I'm gonna be right under those solar panels as long as it takes.  Until I bring those little lettuce robbers to justice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What the Hawk Happened</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/88421</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 05:07:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I was relaxing out on the driveway yesterday evening.  When I felt a sudden swoosh just above me.  T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was relaxing out on the driveway yesterday evening.  When I felt a sudden swoosh just above me.  Thought maybe the wind had changed directions.
Then came the Boo full body scoop up.  Dad grabbed me up & took me inside.  Couldn't go out the rest of the night.
Just after I'd accepted my fate.  I was lying on my zebra print pillow propped next to the front door.  And I saw him.  Big Goss Hawk swooped down again about in the same location where I'd just been.  Then he landed on our fence.  Sat perched there checking things out for quite some time.
Hum... Could he be the reason I'm incarcerated for the night?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cold Blooded Killer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/87265</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Oct 2005 06:32:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/87265</guid>
		<description>Their have been virtually no fuzzy prospects to chase in what seems like forever.
Have discovered t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Their have been virtually no fuzzy prospects to chase in what seems like forever.
Have discovered the feathered variety of game can fly.  Catching them becomes virtually impossible.  I don't know why I didn't come with wings.
Have resorted to the reptiles.  Discovered tortoises tuck.  Could roll them around.  But, wouldn't be the same.  I don't even play much with the ball I already have.  Have realized lizzies are second best to the fuzzies.
Found a lizzie running out from under a plant pot near the "Jack Pot."  Immediately pounced on & grabbed him up.  Ran up the stairs with him wriggling in my mouth.  Set him in the grass.  He squirmed & made escape gestures.  I snatched him up & tossed him in the air.  He landed again & swooshed his tail.  I scooped him up & tossed him in the air once more.  Instead of the cush grass landing, the lizzie landed on the sidewalk this time.  I think the concrete is what did him in.  Pseudo-life tail twitching was the only movement coming from the lizzie.  I watched him until his tail stopped moving.  Even gave him a little nudge now & again to try to get him to make just one more swoosh.  Got nothing.  Umph... Lizzies are just not very durable.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not So Fond Of  The Fall</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/86854</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 17:42:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/86854</guid>
		<description>Rat &amp; bunny supply looking grim.
Haven't seen a one in days.  
Not a thing moving out there.  
Ve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Rat & bunny supply looking grim.
Haven't seen a one in days.  
Not a thing moving out there.  
Very boring.
Spend many hours staring into my yard & out into the desert.  
The desert is looking as desolate as the movies depict... barren & lifeless.
Am thinking hibernation is not such a bad idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend At Grandma's</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/86353</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 06:02:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/86353</guid>
		<description>Have decided am less important to mom &amp; dad than originally thought.  The Boo drop off at grandma's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have decided am less important to mom & dad than originally thought.  The Boo drop off at grandma's is becomming quite frequent.
Spent the entire weekend avoiding grandma's two ginormous kitties.  Thankfully was able to dodge the mighty ninja swat of Yoda's paw on several occasions.  
Tried to get a rise out of Muffin, the 100 year old toy poodle.  She completely ignored me.  Just sat on some cush object with her perfect posture, paws properly crossed and looking like a bookend the entire weekend. 
Attempted to play with Gizmo, the newly adopted llasa apso.  But the little recluse either hid under the bed or behind some other object everytime I approached him.
Am either becomming more important to the grandparents or their putting some sort of bizarre procreating pressure on mom & dad.  Left grandma's donning the "I AM The Grandchild" T-shirt.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rat Junkie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/83891</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Oct 2005 17:00:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I reeeeeallly love the thrill of the chase.
Today dad flushed a rat out from behind one of the foun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I reeeeeallly love the thrill of the chase.
Today dad flushed a rat out from behind one of the fountains near the pool.  Just as the rat ran out I chased him down the block wall.  Managed to back him into the trunk of one of the palm trees in the planter and grabbed him right up.  I ran up the stairs, across the grass and then down & around to some pine trees.
I buried my rat at the base of one of the pines.  Then ran up to meet dad near the driveway.  I must have looked suspicious.  I had a bit of a nervous pace going.  Looked to & fro frantically.  Tried to act somewhat nonchalant.  Still couldn't help but run right back to that little mound of dirt.  So dad, of course, followed me.
I quickly dug up the rat.  Ran around the block wall & across the yard to the sandy wash.  Found a second spot in the wash at the base of a sage bush to bury my rat.  Paced around.  Glanced across the yard.  And there was dad looking at me & walking toward me.  I took a quick look up, down & across the yard.  Trying to figure out my next move.  Dad had just gotten to the edge of the sandy wash when I got so nervous I had to dig my rat back up again.
I ran off and found a 3rd hiding place under the solar panels.  I spent the next several hours guarding my rat.  At one point even thought dad had given up.  I wondered off to bark at the stranger next to my fence.  Came back & checked up on my rat.  Drifted to my bowl for a lap of water.  Came back & checked up on my rat.  Was lying not far from the burial spot when dad showed.
Dad grabbed up a stick & started diggin around for my rat.  I pounced on my dirt pile, grabbed dad's stick & made my protest.  Grrrrrr!  Just when dad had about uncovered him.  I nabbed up his dirtly little body & began to take off to find yet a 4th spot.
Dad yelled "No Boo!  Drop him!"  I stopped myself in my tracks & began to shake.  Not because I was scared of what dad might do, but because I just couldn't bear the thought of giving that rat up.  It took everything I had to drop that rat.
I think I may have a real problem.  Can't seem to get off the rat chasin.  I'm hooked on the rodent rush.  I wonder if there's an 800 number I could call.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bump On The Noggin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/82980</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 14:08:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Last night dad forgot to shut one of the garage doors.  A mouse snuck in.  
I spent the entire morn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night dad forgot to shut one of the garage doors.  A mouse snuck in.  
I spent the entire morning chasing that mouse around.  Started from behind some sheets of aluminum.  Chased him under, on & over every shelf that lines the garage walls.  Found him one time in between some pots on mom's potting bench.  Tracked him another time under the lawn mower.  
Mom even pulled the broom out to help me a couple of times.  Found out she's not that fond of mice running across her feet.  Heard shrieks pitched so high I almost didn't hear them.
Ended up chasing him into the engine compartment of mom's car.  Mom even popped the hood & set me on top of the engine so I could get a better view of him.  He'd tucked himself between some electrical wires.  Neither mom nor I could reach him.   
So mom decided to pull the car out of the garage & get the hose to flush him out.  I was so wound up when she stuffed me in the car I'd forgotten the windows were rolled up.  I jumped over into my car seat and took a leap right into the window.  Argh!  
I didn't let a little headache ruin my day though.  I still managed to spend the rest of the afternoon hunting for that mouse.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mr. Fun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/82073</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Oct 2005 14:34:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning dad discovered a rat in one of the pieces of PVC he's got stored under the solar panels ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning dad discovered a rat in one of the pieces of PVC he's got stored under the solar panels.  He capped one end of the pipe and carried it up to the house to show me.  I happened to be perusing the back porch when dad found me.  He tipped the open end towards me so I could get a good look & sniff at that rat.  Oh My Dog!  Dad is the best!
So... me, dad & the rat filled tube head off into the desert.  We stop just outside our yard near one of the creosotes.  Dad holds the pipe verticle and shakes the rat right out the end.  I snatched that rat right up.  Gave him a shake.  Then tossed him up in the air.  The rat lands on the ground and then takes off into a hole at the base of the creosote.  I dove right after him & feverishly dug into that hole.  Dirt was flying everywhere.  I dug until I'd burried myself under the roots of the plant.  The rat must have been clinging to the inside of a hidden underground tunnel.  I never did find him again.

This afternoon I was searchin around the wall fountain near the pool.  Sniffed out another rat!  Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra! "Dad pleeeeease get the hose out!"  Dad is so great.  He unwinds the hose & jets the water between the fountain & block wall.  The rat climbs out from behind the fountain & up the block wall.  Dad blasts him off the wall.  The rat takes off up the stairs.  I leapt from the pool deck to the second stair and pounced right on that rat.  Grabbed him up and shook him around.  I wasn't takin a chance on tossin this one.
Before dad could even begin to put the hose away, I'd taken off up the stairs.  Ran across the grass & bolted out into the desert.  I could hear dad following behind me.  But he was too far back & I was too fast.  I was able to shake him.
Found a great spot at the base of a paperbag bush.  Just as I was throwing the last pawful of dirt on my prize, dad showed.  I dug my rat back up & took off up the sandy wash.  Went along the fence line, by the icky pond and was making my way across the driveway when dad walked out of the garage to stop me.
There I stood covered in dirt with my limp sand covered rat hanging from my mouth trying to decide whether to give him up.  I dropped him on the driveway and let dad take him from me.  
I couldn't figure out where I wanted to bury him next anyway.  Besides dad's so much fun.  He's probably already got plans for our next adventure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gizmo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/81854</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Oct 2005 15:32:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ran into Bruce on our morning hike.  He's so crazy about me.  Can't stop following &amp; sniffing me.  O ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ran into Bruce on our morning hike.  He's so crazy about me.  Can't stop following & sniffing me.  Of course I had to run around him a gabillion times.

Haven't caught a thing all day.  
Discovered 2 lizards near the pool house.  Both got away.
Found a rat in the pool cover vault.  Couldn't quite get to him.  I think he was tucked under the pool cover equipment in the vault.
I KNOW there's a mouse behind the fountain on the back porch.  Wasn't able to convince mom to unwind the hose.
Humph...

Did get a new cousin today.
Grandma adopted a llasa apso.  I think he'll be really cute once his hair grows out.  He came with the name Gizmo.
I wonder who names those pound puppies.  Wouldn't their addresses be on the same tag as their name?  And if they came with their tags, wouldn't they just be escorted home instead of the pound?  I don't get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happened On My Watch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/81373</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Oct 2005 16:33:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I was sniffin around down by the jackpot.  And doing a pool planter perimeter patrol.  Got to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I was sniffin around down by the jackpot.  And doing a pool planter perimeter patrol.  Got to a valve box near the outdoor shower.  Snniiiiiiiffff...
I sounded the alarm.  Dad came right over & lifted that box cover for me.  And there was Mickey lookin right back up at me from the bottom of the valve box!  "Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra" Dad get him out for me!  Dad couldn't reach him & wouldn't get the hose out.  Harrod was on her own.
I spent the next 4 hours pacing around, looking down and staring into that valve box.  I'd lay down in the planter, sit behind the BBQ and even back up a few feet & watch from the pool house porch.  But never once took my eyes off that box for 4 solid hours.  
At 4.1 hours... I took a break.  Yeeeaaaa... I took a break.  Big mistake.  Really big mistake.  I left my post for maybe two minutes tops.  I got back and Mickey had escaped.  He'd somehow climbed out & scurried off. 
I searched up & down the block wall, back & forth all over the planters, in & out the iron gate and even back inside the hole about 10 times.  
The lesson here... a soldier must never waiver & leave her post.  Patton would not have been proud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dogs Did Not Invent Leashes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/81137</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Oct 2005 19:19:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know why humans think we need to be restrained.
Mom &amp; dad never let me out at night on my o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know why humans think we need to be restrained.
Mom & dad never let me out at night on my own.  They both make it a point to hook me up to that dumb leash after dark.  I really don't get it.
For instance... This morning around 1am I was up.  Thought it necessary that our property needed patrolling.  As usual, I was right.  Just outside the bedroom door was a rat.  He'd decided to gather some of mom's ivy for nesting material.  I'd caught him in the act.  He was at the base of the ivy gnawing off what looked like might have worked as a pillow, bed or some other luxury.  And!  Sitting next to that same ivy pot was a rabbit.  Yup!  A bunny.  Both of which I was not able to even begin to chase because... Why?!  The leash.
Quite frankly, I think mom & dad have control issues.  O.k.... Maybe there were a few times they had to chase me down the driveway in their underwear at a similar hour of the morning...  Not an excuse.  Or is it?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>End of Hiking Season '05</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/80307</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Oct 2005 19:23:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today we went on our last hike of the year.
At the start of the trail mom did a porta potty call.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today we went on our last hike of the year.
At the start of the trail mom did a porta potty call.  Sounded like a good idea to me too.  But then it happened.  Occasionally these sort of things occur to even the best of us.  I had a Dingle Berry Dilemma.  Now to dad's credit, he's a take charge kind of guy.  But I must say when it comes to delecate situations such as these... Dad... Not so good.  Sure.  He acknowledged Harrod had a problem.  While I stood there with my tail erect staring at him with eyes of despiration, he sort of shrugged.  Looked around to see if anyone was watching.  Looked down at me and said "Oh Boo... Um... Boo... Um... Oh Boo..."  Apparently mom & dad are not on the same Boo Grooming Page.  Because I think mom actually prides herself on knowing how to swiftly act under a pressure like this.  Thankfully I'd completely lucked out.  It fell off as I was walking around pondering my options.  Dad was very courteous when mom did join us.  Pointed over to my chunk and warned her not to step on it.
So... We're hot on our trail and about midway up the pass when dad spits out a loogie.  I must have been dodging mom's hiking boots and moved inadvertently in the line of fire.  Dad hacked it right on my back.  Mom didn't have a clue.  Just heard dad uncontrollably laughing behind her.  Later mom figured it out.  Found the familiar dried patch of fur on my back.  Um... Yea... Can we say "Supervised Visitation?"
The hike vistas... Oh!  The rugged snowcapped sierras with their bowled emerald & sapphire lakes at their base are breathtakingly awesome.   And the kaleidoscope of colors on the changing leaves hanging from the Aspens is something everyone should experience.  Gee... I wish I could see color.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Not Stayin' On The Porch With The Pups</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/80066</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Sep 2005 17:13:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>All it takes to work up a terrier is to tempt her with her chosen obsession.
This afternoon mom ope ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All it takes to work up a terrier is to tempt her with her chosen obsession.
This afternoon mom opened our back gate so I could work out my aggressions.  O.k.... I don't really have real aggressions.  Just obsessions...  Obsessions with the bunnies on the other side of my fence.  So I guess mom really opened the gate so I could chase those bunnies I'd been staring at all day.  Whatever... 
At any rate... I did a high speed grind in the ground race horse sprint out that gate & into the desert.  Circled around the creosotes about a gazillion times and then made my way up, then down, then up and then down the hill behind our house.  When mom caught up to me all she could see was my wagging tail and butt which was protruding from one of the creosotes.  Inside the bush was a gray speckled bunny.  Mom screamed "Buuuuunny Boo!"  Bunny shot out.  Did the around the bush dash and halled up the hill.  Sure...  I chased him.  Him and a couple more after him.  
Afterwards when I got back to the house, I ran through my door & straight to my water bowl.  Then lapped, spilled & splashed water all over the kitchen and plopped down on the tile.
I may look small.  Well... because I am.  But I can sling slobber just like the big dogs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Biker Babe</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/79639</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 05:41:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Am fast becomming quite the prodigy.
Am expert hiker, jogger and walker about various terrain.
Can ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Am fast becomming quite the prodigy.
Am expert hiker, jogger and walker about various terrain.
Can doggie paddle almost as well as my water lovin cousin Burns.
Ride in mom's bike basket for miles.  Better than Toto ever thought about.
And of course, am fearless huntress.
Now I can add motocross racer to my CV.
The other night mom, dad & I hopped on the dirt bike for a ride across the desert.  Dad in the front at the controls.  Mom on the back manning me.  At first I had almost no visibility tucked between them.  Then I climbed up dad's back and stood on his shoulders with my front paws while mom hung on tight to my rear.  My perspective from there was so different from the 10 inches off the ground I'm used to.  Dad & I were nose & nose in the wind.  I could see & smell everything.  Spotted a ton of bunnies.  If mom had just loosened her grip a bit I'd have gone after a few.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Twice Bitten Not Shy Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/79446</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Sep 2005 11:27:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Late last night I'd decided I'd like to go out.  Jumped off the bed, went over to the door and polit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Late last night I'd decided I'd like to go out.  Jumped off the bed, went over to the door and politely sat.  And sat.  And sat.  Urrrrrmmmph... Iiiiiirrrmmmph... "Excuse me.  I'd like to go out."  Got no reponse.  So, I had to resort to the door scratching.  Worked like a charm.  Mom got up.  Hooked me up to the leash and took me out.
As soon as the door opened, we got a glimpse of him.  Small, gray, fuzzy and scampering across the porch.  He was running from beneath one pot to the base of a sago palm.  I dragged mom right over to him.  Imph, umph, imph... "Pleeeeeeeease mom get the hose out!"  Mom unhooked my leash, got the hose out and started splashing that palm.
Out came the mouse.  Dashed across the porch and into the grass.  I hurried right to him and pounced directly on him.  Had him firmly in my jaws.  Then I felt it.  He got a bite on me.  I let out a responsive yip and tossed him into the air.  The mouse went flying over the blockwall and landed in the juniper plant below.  I ran down the stairs and climbed into the juniper to recapture him.  But, he'd gotten away.
Later in the day dad was under the solar panels rummaging through some stored PVC pipes.  He lifted one up and began to shake the end of the pipe towards me.  Out my end I saw a huge rat clinging to the inside of the pipe.  Dad gave it another little shake.  Out he came.  I snatched that rat right up.  Got a good grip and started to take off into the desert with him.  Then I felt it.  The rat got a bite on me too!  Had to drop him.  He darted into a critter hole at the base of a sage bush.
I'm gonna have to rethink my strategies.  These nasty rodents are becoming quite the defensive nibblers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bunny Under The Boulder</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/79159</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Sep 2005 11:31:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was sniff, sniff, sniffin' around a creosote bush at the base of the hill behind my house this mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was sniff, sniff, sniffin' around a creosote bush at the base of the hill behind my house this morning.  While I was sniffin a bunny shot right out of the middle of the creosote, dashed around the bush and headed up the hill.  I raced around the bush and up the hill right on that cottontail.  
When I'm in full on race mode I always make this really high pitched excited "yip, yip, yip" while in the chase.  Needless to say I was yippin up that hill after that hare.  
The bunny ran to the first pile of rocks he could get into and started screaming as soon as he tucked himself away.  He'd chosen a rather large boulder that was covered in other various sized rocks.  On one side of the boulder was the start of a shallow burrow.
I sniff, sniff, sniffed around the rocks.  The bunny continued to scream.  I got to the side where the burrow was and sniff, sniff, sniffed it.  Then I began to fervently dig, dig, dig into that hole until I'd disappeared under the boulder.
By this time mom had caught up to us.  The bunny was squeeling at a deafening tone from the middle of the rock pile.  I was sniff, sniff, sniffing from the bottom of the rocks.  Neither of us were visible.
Mom was so shocked I'd even gone into the burrow let alone remain there for any length of time that I think she started to panic.  I couldn't distinguish between the tone of her voice and the freaked out bunny.  So I backed out  of the hole.  Next thing I knew mom had scooped me up and was taking me home.  Imph, umph, imph!  Why?!  With a little more digging I could have gotten that bunny!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rude Awakening</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/78624</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Sep 2005 11:35:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Must have been 3a.m.  The first thing I remember is being airborne.  The next thing I knew I was lan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Must have been 3a.m.  The first thing I remember is being airborne.  The next thing I knew I was landing on the edge of the bed almost on top of dad's feet.  Barely missed being tossed on the floor.  I let out a "yip" of surprise.  Looked over at where I'd started.  Mom had forgotten I was on top of her.  She was changing positions, had flipped up the covers and away I went.
Humph... Think I prefer the alarm clock.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Three Strike Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/77932</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 13:53:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/77932</guid>
		<description>First thing this morning I got on the tail of a lizard.  I was right on him.  He slid under a palm t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First thing this morning I got on the tail of a lizard.  I was right on him.  He slid under a palm tree pot.  Pot's too big for mom to lift up for me.
Later in the morning, I smelled a rat under a hose pot.  I sounded the alarm.  Mom showed, turned on the hose & picked up the pot.  Rat shot out from under & dashed into an asparagus fern.  Mom blasted away while I pounced on the plant.  Rat slipped out, jumped off of the block planter, ran in the rose bushes and scurried into the rosemary.  I spent most of the rest of the morning looking for him.  My second strike of the day.
I wandered onto the back porch about noon and got on the trail of another rat who'd packed itself inside the wall fountain.  Convinced mom to give it one shot.  No luck.  He's back there though.  I am currently sitting next to that fountain stairing at it in hopes that rat might want to strech his legs.  Just one little leg or inch of his tail or patch of fur is all I need to provide an opportunity.  I simply can't be struck out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Territorial Battle</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/77366</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 11:20:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom &amp; I hike every morning.  Start out in our neighborhood, go over the hills, through the desert an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom & I hike every morning.  Start out in our neighborhood, go over the hills, through the desert and essentially cover about 3 miles each morning.
Lately the coyotes in the hills have been trying to claim their territory.  I'm not really sure what they're thinking.  Those hills and that desert have always been mine.
So, today I vocalized my point.  From the time we left the gate until we got home I made sure EVERYONE heard my "ra, ra, ra, ra,ra."  In fact when mom & I got to the hills where those wild dogs have been singing all week, I shot up one of them singing my own tune at the top of my lungs.  Using my selective hearing in order to block out the ambient noise (i.e. mom's voice) in order to fully concentrate on my effort.  Mom eventually was able to gather me up and for some reason thought I needed a ride home.  Didn't set me down until we got home.  And although I prefer my independence, I did get a much better view in her arms.
I just hope those coyote got the message.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Friends Through Small Spaces</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/76826</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Sep 2005 15:52:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/76826</guid>
		<description>Today I met a new pal... an Australian Terrier named Joshua.
Our introduction was more informal tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I met a new pal... an Australian Terrier named Joshua.
Our introduction was more informal than I usually prefer.  I was hanging out in the backyard when Joshua's dad, Luis the Tree Man, drove up with him.  Next thing I knew Joshua had popped out of the truck and was already making his mark on one of the new trees Luis had brought.  I ran down the back stairs and across the pool deck.  The only thing between Joshua & me was an iron gate.  And the only way to get to Joshua was to either convince dad to open it or get through one of the 6" diameter rings at the bottom of the iron gate.
Dad is always trying to coax me through those rings.  I never go through them.  I stand on the opposite side barking until he opens the gate for me.  Infact, dad was just explaining this phenomenon to Luis when I decided I couldn't wait for him to open that gate.  I had to meet Joshua.  I popped my head and then squeezed my svelte body right through that ring.  Looked just like a trained Barnum & Bailey circus animal jumping through a ring of fire.
Getting the nerve up to get through that gate was totally worth it too.  I had the best time following & sniffing that Joshua around my yard.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Howlin' At The Moon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/76578</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 14:52:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Coyote season has officially begun.
Their wild high pitched cries, which sound more like a pack of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Coyote season has officially begun.
Their wild high pitched cries, which sound more like a pack of hyena than coyote, began earlier in the week.  They've held their daily concert in the hills every morning  since.  Causing me to race to my fence line, frantically run back & forth, and bark uncontrollably.  They're taunting me.  I just know it.
Mom & I have seen at least one everyday on our hikes in the desert this week.  Today Wyle E. was perched on a pile of boulders on the hill behind our house.  I bolted up the hill after him as soon as I saw him.  Mom was even more enthusiastic about chasing him than I was.  She followed right behind me, flailing her arms and screaming wildly.  Super Genius took off into the desert.
Mom said something about not wanting me to become their snack & hasn't let me out of her sight since.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OCD</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/76332</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 16:43:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can stare under a pillar, pot or at a stucco wall for hours.  Usually waiting for a lizard or rat  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can stare under a pillar, pot or at a stucco wall for hours.  Usually waiting for a lizard or rat to show itself or crawl into my reach.
Today I stood next to the pool house and intermittently barked for two solid hours.  A lizard had wedged itself within the stucco wall.  Neither mom nor I could see him.  But, I could smell him.
Mom tried to distract me several times.  Called out my name.  Tempted me with "treats."  Even offered up a walk.  Not a thing she could do to tear me away from that wall though.
She finally had to resort to the removal of my obsession.  She pulled the hose out and sprayed water up the wall.  She had to.  Nothing less would shut me up.  The lizard popped out, scurried down the sidewalk, up the block wall & got away.  
Does it matter?  Not now.  
Am I barking at the wall anymore?  Nope.  
Am I an Obsessive Compulsive Dog?  I'm a terrier.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Marker Girl</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/76194</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 07:38:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love to mark my path.
I marked our entire hike this morning.  Started as soon as mom opened the g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love to mark my path.
I marked our entire hike this morning.  Started as soon as mom opened the gate.  Ran down to the corner of the street and piddled over the previous puddle left by Oreo, my lhasa apso neighbor.  Went further down the street, up a hill & smelled something very interesting in the dirt.  Had to pee on that spot.  Got to a pile left by a previous pooch.  I barely lifted one back leg, balanced on my other three & pivoted over the poo for a direct hit.  Even managed to splash a little on some horse dung I later ran into.  I made my mark our entire journey.  Always do.  
It's not necessary for me to stop in intervals or in a particular pattern.  Just where I think Eau de Harrod would be nice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm All Shook Up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/75617</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Sep 2005 05:34:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday morning mom was walking by the bathroom window and spotted a bunny chowing on the grass in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday morning mom was walking by the bathroom window and spotted a bunny chowing on the grass in the backyard.  Mom made the signal.  I bolted onto the tiled tub and then immediately slowed myself to a complete halt just before reaching the window.  I crouched down and gradually crept forward.  Lifting my front left paw and back right paw up slowly & simultaneously, I then lowered my body & advanced towards the window.  When both paws were on the tile, I continued the careful choreography by lifting my front right paw & back left paw in unison while crouching even further.  Behavior only second to a stalking cheetah on the Serengeti.
When I reached the glass, I pressed my nose just to it.  My stare became so intense that I went into a mild body shake that escalated to a somewhat controlled convulsion.
Shortly after mom sidles over to the french doors and slowly cracks one open.
I take off in a full on tile slippin' bumble to & out the door.
Bunny got away.  Dove into the thick of the rosemary.
He'll be back though.  And I'll be waiting.  Mom's propped my snuggle ball next to the tub.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There's No Place Like Home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/74917</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Sep 2005 17:03:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As soon as I woke up this morning I leapt off the bed, ran down the hall, barrelled out my door and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As soon as I woke up this morning I leapt off the bed, ran down the hall, barrelled out my door and into my driveway.  At the top of my lungs I let the entire neighborhood know I was back.
Went on my first hike in a week shortly after.  My legs were so rested.  Felt great.  I ran circles around mom & dad the entire way.  Saw two very large coyotes staring down at me from a hilltop.  The hair on my spine & tail stood straight up.  I was gonna go after them & let them know I was in town again.  Mom & dad waved frantically & shouted wildly at them, letting them know I was not a force to be reckoned with.  The coyotes ran off.  So I chased a couple of jack rabbits and one cottontail instead.
During my very nice roasted chicken lunch this afternoon, I spotted a roadrunner on MY porch.  He must have thought I was still on vacation.  Had to dash out my door, chase him out of my yard & show him who's boss.
Later, dad flushed a rat out from behind one of the fountains.  Catching rats must be just like riding a bike.  Don't ever forget how.  As soon as I caught him, I ran off by the icky pond to bury him.  Dad was watching me though.  Had to dig him back up and run in a different direction.  I really couldn't decide where to bury him next.  Was running across the back porch with my mudd covered snout & my rat gripped tight when mom came out one of the back doors trying to distract me.  I was able to shake them both & hide my prize in a different location.
Oooooohhhh yeeeeeaaa.... It's gooooood to be home.  Arf!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Summer Vacation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/74684</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Sep 2005 16:56:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I SURVIVED!
No serious siamese kitty causin' scar tissue &amp; no scratched eye balls.  I'm feelin' pre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I SURVIVED!
No serious siamese kitty causin' scar tissue & no scratched eye balls.  I'm feelin' pretty lucky.
I taught grandma & grandpa how to fetch.  I toss the ball under any miscellaneous piece of furniture.  I bark & bark & bark & bark until one of them fetches it out.  Works great.  I'm so clever.
I showed them how to properly guard their territory.  They had nooooo clue about the subject whatsoever.  Barking at any & all strange animate & inanimate objects around their yard or its perimeter is extremely crucial.  I am very influential & threatening sounding.  Even in their neighborhood.
Showed them how to properly burrow under the covers during wind down time.  They both thought that was especially cute on my part.  Which it was.
Most importantly...  mom & dad showed to pick me up today.  They acted like they missed me.  Even said they'd called about me several times.  Seemed like eons since I'd seen them last.  But what's time?  
I have no idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To Grandmother's House I Go</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/72506</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2005 06:45:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got the suitcases out today.  Woo hoo!  Means we're going on a trip.  Wonder if this one's to th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got the suitcases out today.  Woo hoo!  Means we're going on a trip.  Wonder if this one's to the beach for my favorite grilled salmon.  Or it could be to the mountains for some squirrel hunting.  Mom packed toys, snacks and my snuggle ball.
We hopped in the car and headed out.  Didn't have any reason to think anything was amiss until we turned onto a familiar side street.  Oh no!  The only reason to turn on grandma's street with suitcases in the car is for the way out of town Boo drop off!
Arrrrrrrrgh!  Grandma has two ginormous siamese kitties.  One of which, appropriately named Yoda, likes to use his "force" to swat me around when no one's looking.
And why am I not going with mom and dad?  Ugh!  I'll be dodging that paw with the claws all week.  Mom didn't seem too concerned either.  All she had to say was "Be careful Boo.  He'll bat your eye out."  Huh?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Bad For A Monday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/71939</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 19:59:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is the control freak on our morning hikes.  Which is usually o.k. with me because she often lead ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is the control freak on our morning hikes.  Which is usually o.k. with me because she often leads us to some interesting places.  But sometimes, like today, she allows me to make a few of the " fork in the path" executive decisions.  Doesn't really sound like much to the average.  But when I'm really not in the mood to go mom's way, I'll stand completely cemented in my place until mom has almost disappeared from my sight going her way.  At which point I'm either a 6.5lb. pooch out alone in the desert literally fed to the coyotes or I'm goin' mom's way.  So, today because mom let me do the routing I was really diggin the hike this morning.
The best part of my routing plan was going by Bruce's place.  Oh... I love Bruce.  I ran up to his gate so fast.  He must have known I was comming.  He met me at his gate.  Then walked around it to greet me.  He nuzzled my muzzle.  I danced around him so many times.  Oh... I love Bruce.  He's simply dreamy.
Later when mom came home for lunch.  We decided to check behind one of the fountains.  Bingo!  I can smell 'em like a pro.  I sound the alarm.  Mom of course gives in.  She grabs the hose & blasts the water.  We could both see that drowned rat clinging to the wall just behind that fountain.  Mom gives it one more shot & out that rat came.  He thought he was gonna escape.  Not.  I grabbed him up, tossed him around and took off with him before mom could even begin to wind that hose up.
Monday night topped the whole day off.  Mom spotted a bunny near the pool.  She screamed "buuuuunny!"  I took off down the stairs, around the block wall and across the yard after that cotton tail.  Mom & dad both came running after us screamming "get the bunny Boo!"  Back & forth across the yard I went right on that bunny's tail.  Did I catch him?  Of course.  Now I'm so fired up I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.  Wooooo!  What a great day!  Not bad for a monday.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Team Harrod Vs. Team Fuzzy Gray</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/71446</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Aug 2005 21:18:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad is the best scout.  He always spots the best opportunities for fun.
First thing this morning he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad is the best scout.  He always spots the best opportunities for fun.
First thing this morning he saw a bunny.  It was near the Icky Pond (dad-made watering hole for miscellaneous local wildlife a.k.a. trap for stuff Harrod can chase).  I took off after the bunny.  Chased him across the yard, down a sandy wash & into a rock pile against the fence.  Bunny snuck out between a couple of rocks.
Second bunny was spotted later hopping along the fence line.  Again, dad hooks me up.  I raced up & down the fence line.  Back & forth like a greyhound on the race track.  Both the bunny & I hustled to & fro at least 3 times each way before either of us realized we were on opposite sides of the fence.
Third golden opportunity of the day was a bunny-sized rat.  Dad found him nesting under the solar panels.  Dad poked him out with a stick.  I got a beat on that rat.  Stayed on him across the yard, around the block wall, down the side of the pool & into a flower bed.  I dove head first into the flower bed & landed right beside a gopher snake.  I immediately did a vertical spring upward out of the planter.  Snake took off one way.  Rat took off another.  I lost them both.
Dad says it's not whether you win or lose, it's how much fun you have playing the game.  Not sure that's true.  Would have loved to catch at least one of those fuzzy grays.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Another Dwarf</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/71150</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2005 16:06:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I get temporary amnesia sometimes after a deep sleep.
Today I took a nap on the couch.  And when I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I get temporary amnesia sometimes after a deep sleep.
Today I took a nap on the couch.  And when I woke up I'd forgotten I wasn't alone in the house.  I got up.  Wandered to my water bowl.  Checked outside through the front window to see if there was something I should bark at.  Threw out a token "ruuuuuff."  Meandered to my door and went outside.  Did quick sniffs at my usual spots.  Took a potty break.  Chased one lizard for good measure.  Chewed on a couple blades of grass.  And that's when I realized mom was home.  She'd been there all along.  I was ecstatic.  So excited she was home.  I did a full speed bee line right to her.  Wagging my tail & wriggling my butt.  She must not have realized I was home either.  She dropped to the floor, allowing me to jump on her legs & bound to her chest.  Where I could easily access her face for a full on "I'm sooooooo glad it's you" licking.
My nickname of the day... "Sleepy" or was it "Sleeping Beauty."  Doesn't really matter.  Both are fitting & I am quite the character.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beauty Shop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/70695</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Aug 2005 17:50:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I had a hair appointment.
It's my theory that groomers just might be beauty school drop outs. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I had a hair appointment.
It's my theory that groomers just might be beauty school drop outs.  Not that groomers are particularly bad at their jobs.  Infact mine does a great job.  Everything at the groomer's seems to parallel the beauty shop, including the torture they inflict.  
The goals are the same.  Shampoo, blow dry, trim, clip, etc., etc.  All of which are featured on a treatment "menu."  The socialization between clients is the same.  I made light conversation with the twin cocker spaniels in the kennel below me.  Pleasantly sniffed the caramel toy poodle while waiting for my pedicure.  And got to catch up with Rambo, a fellow yorkshire I've gotten to know throughout the year.  
I've been going to the same hair dresser/groomer my entire 1.5 year life.  My whole experience has evolved from an unbearable trauma to merely an annoying inconvenience.  I must be honest though.  I really feel the "before me" is just as cute as the "after me."  I wish mom would realize this too.  She'd save a ton of money.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Face Planting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/70431</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 20:01:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I demonstrated my unique technique of landscape lizard hunting.  It's a method I've discovered ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I demonstrated my unique technique of landscape lizard hunting.  It's a method I've discovered to be somewhat effective against bush dwelling lizards.
After my nose has located the lizard in a shrub.  I lift myself up on my back legs.  Using all my body weight (approximately 6.5 lbs give or take a greenie) I throw myself head first into the bush.  Usually intermitantly landing my front two paws inside of the plant.  I proceed to project myself into and out of the shrub repeatedly until I either catch the lizard or manage to scare him out.  Continually throughout the process, I'm wagging my tail while sticking my rear directly up into the air.
To get a full appreciation for this sight.  One must imagine me fully buried in green with a 1 inch furry pendulum wagging back & forth at full speed.  And just below it is the cutest multicolored cowlick that manages to cover most of my private parts.  All supported by my short, but very cute, back legs.
Mom says the cowlick is good luck.  I think she's just being nice.  I'm always wearing my cowlick.  But I don't always get my lizard.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hotel Harrod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/70138</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 20:14:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When you're not in your own home one sometimes has to make adjustments.  Although wherever we are I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When you're not in your own home one sometimes has to make adjustments.  Although wherever we are I always try to behave as if I were at home.  It's only proper.  
At my house it's my job to protect the pack.  I must say I do a great job.  When I hear a strange noise or see odd things I sound the alarm.  Reporting the unusual is important.  Exactly the reason Neighborhood Watch has been so successful.
It's just as important to do my job when we're hotel guests.  So, when someone walks on my ceiling or wraps on my wall I always let mom & dad know it's unacceptable.  When the paper gets delivered to our door early in the morning, I make sure the paper person knows I'm in the room and to be feared.  Room service is equivalent to the delivery man at my house.  Which means he gets a barking too.  When mom takes me out first thing, naturally I run up and down the hall making sure every guest knows I'm up.  And anything, animate or inanimate, that I think may be unusual gets to hear it from me.  To include but not limited to the coke machine, ice dispenser, housekeeping cart and/or housekeeper.
Just proves my point that territory is where the terrier is.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Family Hiking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/69916</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2005 06:13:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I discovered why mom &amp; dad take me hiking...  to look for squirrels.  It seems to have become quite  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I discovered why mom & dad take me hiking...  to look for squirrels.  It seems to have become quite the family tradition.  We follow well groomed squirrel trails for miles.  Our turn around point is usually a lake.  Makes a nice place to have a snack.  Then we'll head back to make sure we haven't missed any of the squirrels.
This weekend we went on two squirrel hunting hikes.  Mom & dad are comming along quite nicely in their training.  They're really starting to communicate squirrel whereabouts more effectively.  First they say "squirrel."  Then they point in the direction of the squirrel.  Then they reinforce the first two steps by a "yea!"  After that it's up to me.  I usually do very well at chasing them until the squirrel either goes up a tree or into a deep hole.  Either scenario basically ends my game with that particular squirrel.  After that happens we generally move on to the next.
I'm really glad mom, dad & I have so much in common.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why God Made Hoses</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/69293</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Aug 2005 13:46:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The sole purpose of watering hoses is to amuse me.
Everyday mom waters our plants.  At first I thou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The sole purpose of watering hoses is to amuse me.
Everyday mom waters our plants.  At first I thought she was trying to keep the plants alive.  But now I know better.  Lizards live under pots.  And I love chasing lizards.  Mom knows how much I love chasing lizards.  Giving the plants water is secondary to entertaining me.
Then there's our rat flushing ritual.  I obviously couldn't catch near the number of rats without that blasting water.
Lastly, if hoses weren't around then there would be no hose pots.  Hose pots are almost as fruitful as my pool.  Rats love making their nests under our hose pot.  I check under the hose pots as many times as mom will lift them up for me.
What would I have done if hoses weren't created?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not All Babies Are Cute</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/68921</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Aug 2005 07:07:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's true.  Not all babies are as cute as me.
Last night mom was taking me out for my nightly busin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's true.  Not all babies are as cute as me.
Last night mom was taking me out for my nightly business.  We were walking along the back porch & headed for the grass.  I had a few detours to make of course.  A few of my regular must sniff stops.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  Until I heard it.  I jumped back.  Creapt forward a bit.  Jumped back.  And creapt again.  Then looked up at mom to let her know this was not anything I wanted to chase.  Highly unusual behavior for me.  So mom turned on the porch light.  And there he was.  A baby snake warming himself on the concrete.  He was no bigger than a large worm.  I think the Anaconda had hatched her brood in our yard when she visited us last.
Forgot all about my tinkling.  In fact mom made dad take me out early this morning.  
Mom loves all babies.  But this one... she said had a face only its mother could love.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Like A Bad Child</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/68696</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 11:02:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom likes to say having me is sometimes comparable to having a bad child.  I think she might be refe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom likes to say having me is sometimes comparable to having a bad child.  I think she might be referring to those rare occasions when she perceives me as being a bit defiant.
For instance... Today when we were leaving for our morning hike, mom got a little distracted while we were going out the gate.  So, I took this opportunity to help myself to my neighbor's yard.  I ran into their yard.  Chased off every variety of bird around.  Ran off every visible bunny & jack rabbit.  Then disappeared into one of their many wood piles.  Wood piles have the best smells.  I love wood piles.  I'm also not very big.  So I'm often hard to spot.  And I am quite swift.  So often hard to track.  It's my theory that this was all part of mom's trouble this morning.
In order to fully comprehend my willfullness, stubbernness and focus on my in the moment excitement (more of my fine terrier traits), one must understand my situation.  Unlike my yard, my neighbor's yard is not fenced in.  Therefore instead of the occasional bunny, rat, etc. breaking in.  My neighbor's yard is a virtual fuzzy smorgasbord.  I spend many an hour after hour and day after day staring into this buffet of moving creatures.  Torture really.  Inhumane on my parent's part if you ask me.  Why I don't have unlimited access to my neighbor's yard I'll never know.
Apparently while I was busy in the wood piles, mom was whistling for me.  According to her for quite some time and without any response from me.  Eventually when I did poke my head out (needed some air) there she was standing over me, with this surprisingly angry look on her face.  I knew it couldn't have been me.  She's never angry with me.  
Um... Think that's what she meant by a bad child?  Naahh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Travellin Poocher</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/67819</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Aug 2005 11:15:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom broke out the luggage friday.  Always makes me a little uneasy when I see those bags coming out  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom broke out the luggage friday.  Always makes me a little uneasy when I see those bags coming out of the closet.  Even though they've never left me behind.  (Minus the time they dropped me off at my so called grandma's on the way out of town.  Dirty trick if you ask me.)  I never let those bags out of my sight.  I'll circle them, sniff them and when they come open climb into them.
What comes next is really the most traumatic part of travelling for me.  The car.  Unless we're going 15mph and my head is hanging out the window, I'd rather not be in the car.  But the car equals a new spot to explore, sniff and show myself off at.  So I put up with it.
This trip was to the beach.  And the beach means grilled salmon.  Aside from the argument I got into with the annoying maltese trying to sniff my every part while I was dining, dinner was fabulous.
Early saturday morning I had to go.  So mom opened the sliding door to let me out.  Our room was conveniently located next to a very plush green golf course.  3am is the best time for a romp through crisp cut damp grass.  And mom must must think so too.  Next thing I knew she'd joined me.  It appeared as though she was interested in a game of chase.  Mom is so fun.  And carefree.  She was so anxious to play with me she'd forgotten to get dressed.  So I did my little to & fro dash across the grass and she followed.  Until she caught up with me, babbled something about the hour of the morning and brought me back to the room.  Umph... Bad timing?
Later we did our romp along the beach.  Mom must not have been as excited about the beach walk as our earlier walk though.  She'd taken the time to put her clothes on for the beach.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Incognito</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/67344</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Aug 2005 08:33:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I must figure a way to disguise myself.
I like to stash things, many things.  And save them for ano ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must figure a way to disguise myself.
I like to stash things, many things.  And save them for another time.

A few of my rules for my hoarding ritual include -
1. Never put all your biscuits, bunnies, greenies, etc. in one basket
2. Cover your paw prints
3. Always appear nonchalant when others may be near one of your hiding places
4. No witnesses

So the other day while I was roaming my yard looking for a spot for one of my biscuits, I had a feeling rule no. 4 might be being violated.  I thought I saw dad watching me from the other side of the yard.  I played it off and tried to act like I was just carrying my treat around.  When I couldn't see dad anymore, I buried it in the wash at the end of my yard.  Then out of the corner of my eye I thought I might have seen mom looking at me from the kitchen window.  Um... Paranoia?  Probably not.  I'd better be more discrete.  I wouldn't want to blow my covered treasures.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cutest Mudball of All</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/67150</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Aug 2005 23:13:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/67150</guid>
		<description>Today, while mom was inside cleaning the floors, I was outside doing my morning rounds.  Patrolling  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, while mom was inside cleaning the floors, I was outside doing my morning rounds.  Patrolling the perimeter of my yard.  Looking for any unusual sights & sniffs. 
When I got to one of the fountains in the garden, I got a whiff of one.  There was a creature behind my fountain.  I immediately sounded the alarm.  Funny... No response.  I sounded off even louder.  Um... Still no mom.  She must have had that vacuum on.  She would never have ignored me.
It was at this point I made the decision to take the matter into my own paws.  I began to dig.  And dig.  And dig.
I'm an excellent digger.  Afterall I am a terrier.
It took some time.  But I had tunnelled under that fountain quite some distance.  Tunnelling mind you is not a task just any dog should take on.  I had to remove several plants and cubic feet of soil.  It was quite laborious.  Takes a certain level of endurance & skill.
It was at this point I made the determination that I could go no further without assistance.  The alarm obviously did not work.  So I headed back to the house, through my door, down the hall and into the bedroom where mom was.  She was very excited to see me.  "You little ball of mud!  What have you done?  Show me."  Well, o.k.  Exactly what I had wanted anyway.  Finally.  Mom was gonna unwind that hose & help out.  I lead the way.
What happened next was frankly quite shocking.  She covered my hole.  I couldn't believe it.  I really thought I'd gone the extra mile in our unified effort to rid ourselves of the furry grey vermin.
And my reward... She scooped me up and gave me a bath.  Huh?  I'm completely confused.  We didn't get the rat.  And I thought she said I was a cute ball of mud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hittin It Big!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/66756</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 12:43:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/66756</guid>
		<description>I'm so lucky.  I think that might be a charm around my neck instead of what mom calls an i.d. tag.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm so lucky.  I think that might be a charm around my neck instead of what mom calls an i.d. tag.
Yesterday it was the bunny.
Today... Not one.  But, two rats!  And the day's only half over.
My first rat was first thing this morning.  Dad flushed one out for me from behind a fountain near the pool.  The second was mid-day.  Mom flushed one out from behind the pool house.  I'm gonna start referring to the pool as the jackpot.
I had to, of course, tip them both off as to the general whereabouts of the rats before they were able to assist me.  I've got one great nose.  Not only is it cute but my olfactory glands are 100% operational.  As soon as I get a whiff of one I sound the alarm.  Could be they're trying to shut me up by getting that hose out.  Doesn't really matter much to me though.  The system works.
I don't think there's a luckier pooch on the planet.  I might want to head to Vegas right away.  Wonder if Vegas has rats too...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tres Chic?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/66521</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2005 15:48:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/66521</guid>
		<description>Found a full snake molt in my yard today.  Don't really see the appeal of exotic snake skins.  Didn' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Found a full snake molt in my yard today.  Don't really see the appeal of exotic snake skins.  Didn't want a thing to do with it.
Dad picked it up.  Tried to get me interested.
I just don't think snake skin accessories would go with my coloring.
Think I'll stick with my Chewy Vuitton & Jimmy Chews.

HOT OFF THE PRESS:
Dad is nuuuummmerrrroooo uuuuunnnnoooo!  He caught my bunny for me!  Arf Arf Arrrrf Arrf Arf!!!!!  I get to torture the bunny with my "arf arf arrrrf arrf arf!"  Woo hoo!  Yee haaaww!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Herbaceous Harrod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65965</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Aug 2005 20:08:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65965</guid>
		<description>Today dad &amp; I were doing quality time in the garage.  I was lying on the floor staring out across th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today dad & I were doing quality time in the garage.  I was lying on the floor staring out across the driveway & into the yard.  Then it happened.  Two.  Not one. Two bunnies!  The first ran across the drive in one direction.  The second ran the opposite direction right in front of me.   I took off in a full on high speed chase toward the second.  He'd jumped in the planter next to the driveway.  Dashed in the thick of the rosemary bush.  I dove in head first after him.
By this time my backup had arrived.  Dad started poking around in the rosemary with a shovel handle.  Scared that bunny right out.  The bunny took off out of the rosemary, across the yard and into a bush next to our fence.  By the time I'd worked my way out of the rosemary, booked it across the yard and reached him, the bunny had vanished.  He'd escaped through a small space under the fence.  Argh!
Bad News - I'd lost both bunnies.
Good News- I smell so good from the rosemary, mom could roast me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Boss Rocks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65658</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Aug 2005 15:28:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65658</guid>
		<description>I love my boyfriend Bruuuuuuce.  
We had our second date today.  He met us outside his fence.  Join ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love my boyfriend Bruuuuuuce.  
We had our second date today.  He met us outside his fence.  Joined us on our morning walk.  I was very excited.  Ran around him a gazillion times.  And he was happy to see me.  Coyly meeting his nose to mine.
He's such a complete gentledog.
So handsome.
Sweet.
Loves me.
Sigh...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Mom Syndrome</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65289</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Aug 2005 07:12:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/65289</guid>
		<description>There's a certain amount of ignorance with new moms.  Even when your mom's read every book out there ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's a certain amount of ignorance with new moms.  Even when your mom's read every book out there.  
Yesterday was bad judgement day.  Mom gave me a steak bone.  I thought it was a great idea too.  Even after I broke a chunk off and started to gag.  I still wanted to keep it.  Even while she was sweeping my throat I still wanted that bone.  On the way to the vet I was still sniffen around for that tasty treat.  It wasn't until I realized where I was being taken that the bone completely left my mind.  
Turns out I'd just scratched my throat.  And my sort of gagging reflex was me trying to lick the scratch.  So, after mom got her humiliating yet well deserved "never give a dog a bone" lecture we went home with our lesson of the day well ingrained in at least mom's head.  I got home and went looking for that bone she'd given me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hose Flushing Rat Out Scramble &amp; Catch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64834</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Aug 2005 17:08:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64834</guid>
		<description>The ritual of pup vs. rodent....
This morning it was early.  Dad opened the back door.  Across the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The ritual of pup vs. rodent....
This morning it was early.  Dad opened the back door.  Across the porch you could see him.  He was grey, small & furry.  He was dashing from one plant to another.  Dad thought he'd get away with just shutting the door.  As if I hadn't seen him.  Imph!  Umph!  Imph!  "Let me down!  And let me at him!"  Dad had no choice.  I'd have scratched through the wood doors.
So, I get on the porch.  The mouse makes a beeline to a crevice between the porch wall and a fountain.  Yes... for the average pup, that may have been a problem.  Me... I have mom & her hose.  I give her my "Hey!  Aren't you gonna help me here?!  This is important!"  arrrrrrgh.  Let me tell you.  At times like these, you need a mom you can count on.
Mom blasts the water between the wall & the fountain.  I manned the surrounding area.  And presto!  That mouse came bolting out.  I scurried to him & snatched him up like a pro.
It's an intense moment.  Always is.  But that's the "Hose Flushing Rat Out Scramble & Catch."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tazmanian Devil Pup</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64629</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Aug 2005 21:40:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64629</guid>
		<description>Dad's the best sparring partner.
Tonight while he was lying on the floor, I snuck in for my attack. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad's the best sparring partner.
Tonight while he was lying on the floor, I snuck in for my attack.  Skillfully maneuvering into the room, I did the midair pounce directly onto his hand.  Grabbed it with my paws.  Then grappled it with my jaws.  Belted out a knarly growl and shook his hand back and forth.  I immediately jumped back and whipped around, escaping the grasp of his free hand.  Sprang onto & off of his chest, gaining the momentum to land back on his hand.  Using my full weight I leaned into his arm with my front paws.  Pulled my upper lip completely back, showed all my teeth while demonstrating my most threatening snarl.  Then went in for the kill once again.
Our wrestling matches generally go on for quite some time and are always a part of our evenings.  As a result, I'm becomming quite the skilled Taz.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snuggle Ball Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64008</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Aug 2005 06:25:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/64008</guid>
		<description>Today it's gonna be a cleansing of the toxins day.  I think I'll start with a full body massage.  I' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today it's gonna be a cleansing of the toxins day.  I think I'll start with a full body massage.  I'll flop over on my back so mom can get started right away.  Drink one of those grass drinks.  Or maybe just eat some grass.  Go for a swim.  Work out the hiker's stiffness.  Relax.
Uh oh.... Found a mosquito bite.  Mom sprayed me down with repellent yesterday.  I must be irresistable to insects too.  Itches.  Better not scratch or bite on it.  Infection would be bad.  Or worse!  What if those mosquitoes were carrying Malaria or West Nile!  I wonder if mom had me immunized for those?  Oh, I'm sure.
I'd better just get on my snuggle ball and remain immobile for the day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hard Hiking &amp; Fine Dining</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63943</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2005 19:30:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63943</guid>
		<description>This weekend we went for our first hiking trip of the summer.  I'm stronger than ever on the trail.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This weekend we went for our first hiking trip of the summer.  I'm stronger than ever on the trail.  Probably the best Yorkie out there.  O.k.... maybe the only Yorkie on the trail.  But, I was good.  My little legs carried me for miles & miles.  First day- 12 miles.  Today- 8 miles.  I was bounding boulders, leaping over logs, meandering through meadows and wading through creeks.  
I was the Great Outdoors Pup the whole weekend.  Survived leg raspberries slipping on a rock on the way to purple lake.  Felt good that my raspberries were a tribute to the lake's namesake.  I tracked down a mountain squirrel.  Tortured that squirrel with my relentless bark while he hid shaking under a rock.  Played the "pat my front paws on the ground and dash" game with the other hiker hounds.  Plus, I was quite popular with the other human hikers we encountered on the trail.  They thought I was amazing.
Our evenings were spent dining at fine local eateries.  Mom & dad sipped merlot while I noshed on sauted scallops and grilled mahi mahi.
This weekend was simply fabulous.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Humans Come In Handy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63379</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jul 2005 10:15:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63379</guid>
		<description>For instance... This morning there was an incident involving me and a cactus.  Long story.  Really c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For instance... This morning there was an incident involving me and a cactus.  Long story.  Really can't get into it.  Fact of the matter was I had a muzzle full of cactus needles and I could do nothing about it myself.  So, I show up at the back door with that "could you help me out here" look in my eyes.  Mom takes one look at me, scoops me up and plops me on the counter.  Mentions something about the fine mess I'd gotten myself into and grabs her tweezers.  She proceeded to pluck every sticky out one at a time.  I couldn't help but grrrrrooooooowl with each pull.  To make things worse, after each needle gets pulled there's this stingy, prickly sensation.  I'm still licking my lips incessantly.
The point is... Had it not been for my human, things could have been ugly.  Thank DOG for my humans.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Not My Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63133</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 13:33:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/63133</guid>
		<description>I don't know what was up with yesterday.  I had no groove.  None.  Zip.  Zilch.  Zero.  
I got no w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know what was up with yesterday.  I had no groove.  None.  Zip.  Zilch.  Zero.  
I got no walk.  I did my part.  Waited patiently by the gate for mom.  She was a no show.  
I didn't get toted anywhere either.  Mom always totes me around town.  Yesterday she just left without me.  
Later, mom was reaching in my cabinet.  Thought I was in for a greenie.  She grabbed some new treat.  Not interested.  
I got no quality chase time in yesterday.  Nothing came my way.  
Then... I got a bath.  What did I do?  
The only thing I got accomplished was a fairly good bark at the neighbor.
So... at the end of the day... I dragged my butt across the carpet and went to bed early.  That's just the kind of day it was.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Not Just A Job.  It's An Adventure.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/62528</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 14:46:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/62528</guid>
		<description>Dad caught a rat in the bunny trap last night.
Today it was my job to guard the mistakenly trapped  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad caught a rat in the bunny trap last night.
Today it was my job to guard the mistakenly trapped rat.  I stood my post beside the trap on the front porch the entire day.  By the time mom got home I was more than ready to transfer my prisoner to the open desert facility.  I immediately led mom back to the porch.  Communicated clearly to her that I had done an exceptional job watching our little inmate all day.  And that it was now time to do something further with the little guy.  You know the routine - look at the rat, look at mom, look at the rat, look at mom, look at the rat...
Mom popped him in the car and we travelled down the street and out into the desert.  She opened the trap and he dropped on the ground.  Before we knew it, he'd dashed back to the car, jumped in the wheel well and disappeared in the car!  Neither of us could believe what we'd just seen.  My day's work had been a waste.  We drove back home with the rat still with us.  He'll probably set up camp in the garage.  I'll have to spend my day sniffin him out tomorrow.  Umph... so much for progress.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Encounter With The Anaconda</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/61739</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 21:06:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/61739</guid>
		<description>It was mid-morning.  Temperature was warming up.  But, hadn't driven me inside yet.  I was relaxed.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was mid-morning.  Temperature was warming up.  But, hadn't driven me inside yet.  I was relaxed.  Sprawled out and scratching my back on the concrete.  I was tossing my head.  When out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the tail.  It glided across the concrete into a planter.  I sprang up on all fours and bounded over to it.  It definately was the longest tail without a body I'd ever seen.  First impulse was to bark.  So I did.  It slithered across the planter behind the plants.  So I barked again.   It continued to slide across the dirt.  I continued to follow.  As it made its way up the stairs and towards the gate, it paused.  The tail turned part of its self toward me.  Something resembling a tongue came out of the end of it.  Then it moved on.
It was as if it had made a face at me.  What was it thinking making faces at me?    I wasn't the one without a body.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Like It Hot...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/61185</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jul 2005 21:20:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/61185</guid>
		<description>...and some don't.
Today it was 110 in the shade.  I couldn't do any serious bunny, rat or lizard h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...and some don't.
Today it was 110 in the shade.  I couldn't do any serious bunny, rat or lizard hunting.  Total waste of my day.  I put one paw out the door this afternoon and it was as if mom had opened the oven door instead of the front door.  She could have roasted a turkey or baked some cookies out there.  I thought my paw pads were melting and my coat had caught fire.
I'm thinking about lying on the tile under the cooler for the rest of the summer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Witness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/60562</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jul 2005 15:10:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/60562</guid>
		<description>Archie (the yellow lab neighbor) got a bunny.  I saw the whole thing.  Archie was just roaming his f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Archie (the yellow lab neighbor) got a bunny.  I saw the whole thing.  Archie was just roaming his fence line and happened upon it.  The bunny was sitting between the fence and a creosote bush and must not have been paying attention.  It's not like Archie is gazelle-like in movement.  He's really rather an oaf.  But, he totally hit the jackpot.  His sister, whom I like to refer to as Jughead since she's an even bigger clod than Archie, even got off her porch to check out Archie's score.
I'm thinking it was a geriatric hare that had given up on life all together.  He didn't even attempt to escape Archie's grasp.  What other explanation could there be?  Archie is in no shape to carry on a real bunny chase.  Archie is so lucky.  He has no idea how difficult the game really is.  He was given that bunny.  I'm still completely amazed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bruce Almighty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/59477</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 07:16:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I love, love, love my Bruce.  He's tall, dark and handsome.  He's my debonair Rottweiler boyfriend t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love, love, love my Bruce.  He's tall, dark and handsome.  He's my debonair Rottweiler boyfriend that lives down the street.  He's big, strong, independent and he's, of course, crazy about me.  He's not like all the other big dogs.  He doesn't trample me or have that crazed "I'm gonna make you my snack" look in his eyes.  In fact, he's got big beautiful brown eyes.  Just like me.
This morning was our first date.  Mom & I were just passing by his house, like any other morning.  I was sniffing around his gate, wondering if he'd greet us.  When he decided to accompany us on our morning hike.   He's really quite shy and always rather reserved in his mannerisms.  He must have been so captivated by me he had to come.
We meandered through the desert as the sun came up.  Where he sniffed, I sniffed.  When he checked something interesting out, I did too.  Plus, did I mention how built Bruce is?  When he stands, he's like a Greek Doggie God statue.  I did have to be cautious of one thing though.... being within range of Bruce marking.  That was quite dangerous.
I really hope we have a second date soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Morning Routine</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/59013</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jul 2005 06:33:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I always wake up on the right side of the bed.  This morning was no exception.  I began rolling out  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I always wake up on the right side of the bed.  This morning was no exception.  I began rolling out just before the sun arose.  My belly was up, legs stretched completely straight in the air, and comfortably snuggled between mom & dad.  One of them always reaches over to rub my exposed tum and various other parts.  I must be as soft as I look.  Because mom & dad insist on a morning massage and body scratch.  Most times I throw in an occassional coo.  They seem to like adorable sounds I make.  After this warm up, I begin my morning stretches.  They include the complete sprawl, then side extensions, ending with the rollover reach and back arch.
It's because of this very disciplined regimen that I am conditioned enough to immediately pop off the bed and bound to the door to begin my day, the nanosecond that a human foot hits the floor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Please Do Not Disturb</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/57642</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2005 17:48:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad knows perfectly well I don't like to be disturbed during wind down time.  Yet he insists on eggi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad knows perfectly well I don't like to be disturbed during wind down time.  Yet he insists on egging me on.  Last night it was bed time.  What did he do?  Wanted to rub my belly.  I think not.  I growled.  He thought it was funny.  Wriggled me around.  I growled.  He laughed and messed with my fur.  I growled.  He thought that was hilarious.  Later that night, he got up to pee.  I too had to go.  After we got back, I snuggled into his spot.  He moved me.  I growled.  He thought that too was funny.  I parked myself at his feet.  He didn't want me there either.  I had to protest and growl.  I heard his guffaw at my seriousness.  He apparently doesn't get it...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Comparison Study</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/56542</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jul 2005 13:55:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>TODAY'S OBSERVATIONS-

MANUFACTURED SQUEEKY TOYS VS. REAL RATS

1.  Most of my toys are fuzzy AN ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ TODAY'S OBSERVATIONS-

MANUFACTURED SQUEEKY TOYS VS. REAL RATS

1.  Most of my toys are fuzzy AND So are rats!
2.  My toys look cool when I toss them around AND So do rats!
3.  I frequently find my toys stuffed under something AND I also often find rats hiding under something
4.  Sometimes I bury my toys to save them for later AND I do the same thing with rats after I've caught them (except the rats often smell more pungent the second time around)
5.  All of my squeeky toys squeek when I bite down on them AND Rats do the same thing!

I wonder why this is.  I think I might be on to something...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aluminum Foil is My Kryptonite</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/55747</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jun 2005 15:45:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can't stand aluminum foil.  All it takes is for someone to open that cabinet where they store it f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can't stand aluminum foil.  All it takes is for someone to open that cabinet where they store it for me to run for my life.  I'd rather face a bath.  I'd forgo mom's homemade cookies.  I think I'd even give up chickies to never hear the sound of someone tearing a piece of aluminum foil again.
Today mom got out the aluminum foil.  I'm now hunkered down under dirty clothes, inside the laundry basket, in the closet and will remain there until further notice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>NO CHICKIES?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/54848</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 16:30:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The other day I ate a chick.  Mom almost caught me in the act.  I gulped it down just as she came ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other day I ate a chick.  Mom almost caught me in the act.  I gulped it down just as she came out the back door.  I must have looked guilty though.  She stared me down, wagged her finger at me and yelled "NO CHICKIES!  Bad Boo!  NO CHICKIES!"  Why?  I don't get it.  It tasted great.
Later that day I got this bulge in my belly.  I kept getting this sensation that made me chase my tail and run in circles.  Then I felt sick.  Mom had a really worried look in her eye and kept pacing around.  My only hope was to burrow under the covers and sleep it off.  I'm not sure she got any sleep that night.
The next day the gooey poos came.  I was feeling great.  But every time I went to poo, mom was right there examining my stuff.  Before I knew what hit me, she was wrestling me to the ground & stuffing medi down my throat.
Today... gooey poos are gone.  So, while no one was around... I ate a Chicky.  I didn't think they'd notice.  But, when dad got home he pulled a feather out of my muzzle and yelled "NO CHICKIES BOO!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah... Chickies are good.  They should try one.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tour de Harrod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/54132</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 17:09:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I rode a bike!  Last week it was the pool.  This week I'm a fat tire pooch.   I think she thinks I'm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I rode a bike!  Last week it was the pool.  This week I'm a fat tire pooch.   I think she thinks I'm human.  I suppose it wasn't so bad.  I didn't have to peddle.  The view wasn't bad.  Smells.... they were crisper than when we're in the car.  And the attention... you should have seen the looks on the faces we passed.  What will she think of next?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love Swim Lessons</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/52329</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 15:28:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pool season has officially begun.  I took my first swim of the season today.  No... I didn't particu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pool season has officially begun.  I took my first swim of the season today.  No... I didn't particularly enjoy it.  Nor was I looking for it.  Mom & dad are way too enthusiastic about aquatic pack member participation.  I'm not a Labrador.  I'm a land loving Yorkie.  Ugh... It's gonna be a long summer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fetchin The Paper</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/50077</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Jun 2005 19:10:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Runnin down the driveway, pickin up the paper &amp; bringin it back is one of my many jobs.  I prefer no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Runnin down the driveway, pickin up the paper & bringin it back is one of my many jobs.  I prefer not to give it up.  In fact would rather bury or chew it than allow anyone else to take it from me.  
It's a ruff life...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I LOVE Spring</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/48907</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Jun 2005 07:07:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The last few weeks have been heaven.  I have been able to chase bunnies, rats, lizards, roadrunners  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The last few weeks have been heaven.  I have been able to chase bunnies, rats, lizards, roadrunners and quail.  One pair of quail decided to have their brood in the pool cover vault.  I spend hours staring down into the vault watching those little cotton balls with feet.  I don't understand why mom and dad don't realize what a delicacy they are.  And although I haven't chased any, I have gotten to take a gander at chuckar, desert tortoises, hawks, several species of snakes and my latest pic posted - desert owls.
The one result of our fantasic spring, that may pose a problem for me later, is I may have to fend off a coyote or two in the fall...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>EVERYBODY LOVES ME...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/46541</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 May 2005 21:02:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Went to cousin Burns' house.  He's a yellow lab.  Friendly.  Thinks I'm cute.
Then went to Demon Da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Went to cousin Burns' house.  He's a yellow lab.  Friendly.  Thinks I'm cute.
Then went to Demon Daisy's.  She's a boxer.  A little over friendly.  Thinks I'm some sort of toy.  Growled and showed some teeth to her.
Made a trip to Home Depot with dad.  I'm somethin'.  I greeted every customer there.  I do this hunker down, wag my tail, "I'm really friendly" ritual.  Walmart could learn a thing or two from me.  The cashier had never seen a cuter pixie sportin' Yorkie.  (She didn't know about my recent Vet visit... sticker in the paw.. a nightmare really... hence, the short do...)
EVERYONE thought I was quite adorable.  I'm very popular.  Humph...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Friday The 13th</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/44755</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 May 2005 05:57:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday went quite well.  Started the day capturing my first rat.  I must say I'm very glad this y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday went quite well.  Started the day capturing my first rat.  I must say I'm very glad this year was a wet one.  Not only were our spring flowers unbelievable, but the number of creatures I get to chase is fantastic.  On our morning hike I was able to stay on a Jack Rabbit for more than my average time.  In fact, I might have caught it had it not been for Jack jumping over my goalie's (mom) head and getting away.  I was so fired up when we got home.  I tracked down my second rat of the day.  And I still had time to help mom dig some holes in the garden.  What a life!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beach Babe</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/44024</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 May 2005 13:06:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As you can see from the latest pic, our weekend at the beach was fabulous.  We went shopping, ate at ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As you can see from the latest pic, our weekend at the beach was fabulous.  We went shopping, ate at some great restaurants (I discovered I'm a big fan of grilled salmon), and the smells.... Ah!  I've never smelled such a variety of great doggy smells.  So, I guess the clinging to mom's shoulder on the trip to and from in the car and being on the leash was worth it.  I didn't get to chase too much.  But when I got home, I dragged a rat tail into the house as a "thank you gift" for mom & dad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Life Is So Busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/146165/diary/Harrods_of_ridgecrest/43505</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 May 2005 13:25:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Harrod ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First thing this morning I trapped a rat.  I tossed him around a bit and then mom took care of him.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First thing this morning I trapped a rat.  I tossed him around a bit and then mom took care of him.  Then after lunch, I found a couple of bird eggs.  I figure if they're within my reach, they're fair game.  I spend most of my day either outside or looking outside.  There are so many creatures out there for me to check out.  When I wasn't busy at home I helped mom run some errands.  I'm not crazy about the car.  But, I notice it gets me to interesting places.]]></content:encoded>
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