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<title>ABACABA</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Rondo</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Rondo &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 16:22:10 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Mommy left us!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/605157</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 20:06:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning was very exciting!!!  The alarm went off super early, Mommy leapt out of bed and made c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning was very exciting!!!  The alarm went off super early, Mommy leapt out of bed and made coffee, and then packed up the month's supply of food she bagged last night. 

That means only one thing....VACATION!!!  But wait...why didn't she bring a suitcase of Mommy stuff?  Clothes, shampoo, hair dryer, high heels, makeup?  Something was wrong with this picture, but I was so excited about "going" that I barely noticed.

She put Gretta in her snoozer harness and me in my seatbelt, and away we went!

3 hours later we were at Parker's, Jack's, and Bebe's lakehouse!  Strangely, they were not there.  Puzzling...but I'm not complaining!  That means more laptime for me!

Then Mommy rubbed my ears, told me to be a good boy, and went away.  And there I was, at the lakehouse with Parker's Gramma.  

Apparently Mommy is going to some place called Bulgaria for almost a month (however long that is).  She got a big opportunity to play chamber music there and couldn't say no.  So she flies out on Wednesday...and I'm kicking back at the lakehouse, enjoying long snoozes on the deck and walkies!  

I guess this means I'll be taking a mini-vacation from moderating duties.  Seeing as I lack opposable thumbs and any sort of accuracy at the computer keyboard and my typist is overseas, I don't think we'll be getting a lot done.  Behave yourselves, dogsters, and I'll see you guys in August!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shredding Gladiator: First Encounter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/591355</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 May 2009 09:34:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy and Dyson Airmuscle DC-28 made their first assault on the land of white carpet.  It was coa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy and Dyson Airmuscle DC-28 made their first assault on the land of white carpet.  It was coated in a fine layer of my best work...the soft, fluffy down of a longhaired dachshund, combined with the sticky shorter cocker hairs of a very heavily-coated spaniel.  

Round one goes to.......

DYSON

It now sits, gloating at me with a full tummy of dog hair and other small particles.  I mean, REALLY.  How hard is it to be a good sport?

Oh well, I'm shedding like a monster again so we'll see how he handles Round 2.  Dachshunds are well-known for tenacity and determination, and I will not lose to a giant purple sucking machine.  I already declared the carpet in the name of Dachshund (sorry Gretts) and I will not allow this....this.....THING to annex what is rightfully mine.

You'll see...I'm at least going to give Mr. Dyson a run for Mommy's money.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shedding Gladiator: Part 1</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/590741</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 May 2009 07:52:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whoa pups...it's been AGES since I last updated my diary!   A lot has happened in that time period,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoa pups...it's been AGES since I last updated my diary!   A lot has happened in that time period, but it's been a year of mostly positive events.  We moved...AGAIN.  Honestly, I don't know WHAT Mommy was thinking moving to this new apartment.  Sure, it's closer to work and we're not in danger of getting shot in the middle of a gang fight, but this new place has WHITE carpet.  WHITE.  As you can easily see, Gretta and I are furry black shedding MACHINES.  So this new place...so not challenging for us.  Even when Mommy vacuums several times a week, we very quickly change the carpet color from white to charcoal.  BOR-ring.

Anyway, part of this year of good things includes our recent selection to test-drive the new Dyson vacuum cleaner.  Well, I guess "good" depends on perspective.  Mommy seems overly excited by this prospect, while Gretta and I remain apprehensive.  You see, one of my most important jobs at this apartment is to make sure it's ALL covered in Rondo-y goodness.  I mean, it can't really be home without long tufts of dachshund hair forming a thin layer on EVERYTHING, right?  Combine that with Gretta's amazingly sticky cocker spaniel hairs and we're a formidable shedding team.


I don't mind the vacuum so much, but it frightens poor Grettakins.  I love my sister, so I realized the least I could do for her was to double my shedding and encourage her to shed even more.  That way, Mommy's vacuums would clog and die on her.  We watched a whole parade of sweepers come and go over the years, some named Eureka, one named Bissell, a couple named Hoover, something called the Dirt Devil (which I think was totally in cahoots with the two of us because it didn't do squat on all our wonderful contributions to the household) one with the WEIRDEST name of GE that lasted all of 2 weeks...  What can I say, the Rondo/Gretta team concedes defeat to NO machine! 

But now we have what Mommy calls an honest-to-god challenger, one that will put all the other sweepers to shame.  A purple monster sitting in the kitchen, daring to stand up to ME, the mighty shedding king.  Gretta ran under the bed to cower, that silly cocker believes EVERYTHING Mommy tells her.  But I...the mighty dachshund...I, the great Rondolio....I know that anything that's purple is nothing to fear.  I mean, I did help decimate the Great Grape Ape just last week, and I tore the head off of a Barney doll when I was a mere pup.  Fear a purple sucking machine?  Not I!!!

But Mommy really is convinced that this is her solution.  I've never seen her so excited to clean the house.  And apparently seeing all her dogster friends have such success with the beast has really fostered her dogmatic belief that her woes over this white carpet are over.  

Tell me friends, should I worry?  Or is this just another weak challenger in the long line of cleaning machines Mommy has adopted?  Stay tuned, as Mr. Dyson Airmuscle makes his debut performance on our carpet later this morning...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Day Trip</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/341519</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 06:34:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday was a very strange day.  After Mommy stayed up all night with...a book about Harry Potter ( ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday was a very strange day.  After Mommy stayed up all night with...a book about Harry Potter (?) she took a short nap, then one of her friends came over.  She put my harness on, grabbed some water and a doggie bowl, and we piled into <i>someone else's</i> car.  How weird is that?

Then we drove for a couple of hours.  When the car started to slow down, Mommy's friend opened up the windows and the smell was just intoxicating!  I started whining and poking at them, demanding to have a seat in the front where I could get better scent leverage.

Eventually we arrived at a parking lot.  Mommy's friend went into the bathrooms to change clothes, and then we walked across the street.  This amazing smell combined with an awesome rushing sound, and I was totally intrigued.  What was this place?

Then I felt utter pain in my feet.  Mommy freaked out, scooped me up, and pulled out these things called "sand spurs."  Apparently she didn't know they were there, and I had to be carried for awhile because "Rondo is my baby....blah blah blah."  I'm not a baby, I'm a big dog!  WOOF!  

We hiked along a trail, crossed a bridge, and there it was....the biggest expanse of water I've EVER seen in my 4 years on this planet.  It looked like it was playing chase with itself--it would rush onto the grainy dirt, then right behind it another swell would overtake the first.  Water after my own heart...there's nothing like a game of chase first thing in the afternoon!

Mommy took off her sandals and let the water attack her feet.  Being a brave dachshund, I lunged in after it...and boy did it taste AWFUL!  What was this stuff?  I'm so glad I don't get that in my water dish!  Maybe that's why Mommy had to bring a gallon of water with us...hmm...

The boy she was with ran <i>really</i> far into the playful water.  I got very upset with Mommy because she wouldn't go out there with him, and <b>she was holding my leash</b>.  When he came back he took me out and I got to swim!  It was so much fun!  

I ran back to Mommy with the biggest smile on my face, the pranced down the beach to show everyone that I, the Great Rondolio, had conquered yet another territory, something the humans called "The Atlantic."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Moving....again?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/333327</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Jul 2007 07:13:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ah, the cycle starts again.  It doesn't seem like that long ago when Mommy came home with all these  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ah, the cycle starts again.  It doesn't seem like that long ago when Mommy came home with all these boxes, put all our stuff inside them, taped them up, and gave them to these strange men.  The whole procedure didn't make ANY sense to me.  I mean, she didn't protest at ALL when those strong, scary men took all my stuff and put it in THEIR truck.  You would think my brave human would have at least spoken up!  She won't even let me steal underwear without raising a fuss.

Well, it happened again this weekend.  Mommy came home from work with boxes and proceeded to pack up all her things.  Her precious yarn stash, her books, her CD's, her records, her winter clothes...  

Confused and a little upset that she wasn't packing DOGGIE stuff, I ran my little weenie legs over to my toy basket and pulled out a chewie.  I gently laid it in a box and sat back, pleading with her to tell me what was going on.

Silly busy Mommy, she just absentmindedly patted my head and kept packing, mumbling something about "Gramma and Grampa" and "Otto" coming to play.  <i>That</i> perked my ears up.  You see, Otto is my brother but his Daddy is Mommy's Daddy.  It confuses me, because wouldn't that make Otto and Mommy brother and sister, and me his nephew?  Even though we have the same biological Mommy?  I don't understand...*sigh*

Anyway, I digress.  The day after Mommy packed up all her stuff...lo and behold!  Gramma, Grampa, and Otto arrived in a big old van!  I couldn't contain my excitement, because Otto is the best playmate a dachsie could hope to have!  It was so good to see them.  Grampa has the best lap to sit in, Gramma gives the best loves, and everyone just loves snuggling the dachsies!  And with three people in one apartment, there was a 1:1 ratio of human to dog!  Not bad, not bad!

But then Grampa started taking Mommy's boxes.  And Mommy helped!  I wasn't so sure about all this.  What does it mean?  They live so far away, but if Mommy's stuff is going there....is she going there too?  

And what about me and Gretta?  All our worldly possessions are still in the apartment.  What does that mean?

She wouldn't leave me, would she......?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged by Jezzie?!?  OMD!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/312169</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 May 2007 06:30:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got a rosette today, but apparently my elusive dachshund techique doesn't work in online tag...but ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a rosette today, but apparently my elusive dachshund techique doesn't work in online tag...but that's okay!  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/427648">Jezzie</a> got me, so now it's time for me to give chase!  My favorite game ever!!!

<b><u>Here are the rules of the game!</u></b>

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & 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!

<i>7 Fun Facts about the Rondinator</i>

1. I'm Kentucky born and bred, but a die-hard Tarheel fan!  GO NC!

2. I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the whole entire world--<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/23698">Queen Gemini</a>

3. I belong in GRYFFINDOR!  For those of you who know what that means and want to get sorted, join our Dogster group <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/group/The_whomping_willow-7899">The Whomping Willow</a> and embrace your destiny!

4. This weenie loves the water!  Mom says I must be a lab at heart, because if there is a body of water, I'm in it, paddling my way around with a giant goofy smile on my face!  Well....unless it's the bathtub....something about the smell of shampoo really disgusts me.  Give me goose poop and mucky pond any day!

5. I'm named after a famous piano piece written by Felix Mendelssohn, his <b>Rondo Capriccioso</b>.  My favorite thing to listen to, however.....is gregorian chant!  I will sit mesmerized by the sounds of the singers.  Mom jokes that I should have been named "Sederunt" after another of my favorite pieces....but that's too hard to say BOL!

6. I'm all attitude, but like your typical bully, I tend to turn tail and run when I'm actually confronted.  Except when it's Gretta....she's such a baby!

7. I love my little sister with all my dachshund heart.  Sure, I give her a hard time, but I always look out for her at the dog park and make sure that no one picks on her.  

<u><b>I'm going to Tag</u></b>

1. Gemini

2. Parker

3. Gloryficous

4. Gio

5. Buddy

6. Rosie

7. Griffen]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Welcome to Rondoism: The Cult of Rondo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/277358</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 08:58:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some know of my powers of hypnosis (what football team are you cheering for Jovi?), but even my arro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some know of my powers of hypnosis (what football team are you cheering for Jovi?), but even my arrogant dachshund self had no idea that I could brainwash a big automobile company to design a car in my honor.  Have you seen the commercials for it?  TV is so old hat to me that I rarely pay attention to it (only doorbells set me off), but everytime they say "Rondo" I perk my ears and get a confused look on my face.  Why did it take the talking box almost 4 years to learn my name?  How can Mom be happy with such an unintelligent gadget laying around the house, and beyond that...how can she let it blather on ALL THE TIME?  I'm not allowed to voice my opinion, so why does it get to?

But that's another story for another time...

The <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.kia.com/rondo/index.php">Kia Rondo</a> reveals all the features a pup could want.  Giddyupiness, Cabinocity, all-over safety-ness...good gas mileage (for trips to the fun dog park in Durham), plenty of leg room for Gretta and tail room for me....my name emblazoned on the back of it...  It even kinda looks like a dachshund with it's short stubby wheels, long body, and aerodynamicicity.  All it needs is a spoiler with a flag on it and it's good to go!

I'm very excited about my new-found power, and am hoping that I can use it to convince the company to put me in a commercial or ad campaign.  I'd be a great spokesperson, don't you think?  The Great Rondolio, on national television!  It would certainly be better than the whole cult-like hippie approach they've got going on now where they don't even acknowledge that I, the Rondinator, am the being they worship.  Maybe I'd get invited to see Matt Lauer on the Today show, or go on the Daily Show and espouse my political opinions with Jon Stewart, or visit Anderson Cooper, or have a guest role on Grey's Anatomy (I could hold a scalpel!)!   Maybe they'd even let me be a judge at next year's Idol prelims.  I could totally hold my own with Simon!   This could launch my career!

Watch out everyone, I'm on my way!

Rondoism....taking over a country near you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tennis Ball Lost: The Saga Continues</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/268616</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Feb 2007 07:22:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pretty much everyone who comes to my page sees my life obsession plastered all over--the ubiquitous  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pretty much everyone who comes to my page sees my life obsession plastered all over--the ubiquitous Tennis Ball!  I love them in every variety...the mini-sized, the standard green ones from the can, the Air Kong squeaky variety (my favorite, for those of you looking forward to a certain-little-weenie's birthday in June ;) )...I just can't get enough!

Well, a couple of weeks ago tragedy struck.  It was during the January heat wave when temps were in their 70's.  It was also bath day, and every water-loving dachshund knows what that means--an afternoon of swimming in the lake!  Mom leashed me up, grabbed my "outside only" mini tennis ball, and we traipsed out the door.  We usually walk to the other side of the lake, because Gretta and I both have an eensy-weensie predilection towards barking at the waterfowl, who all congregate on the apartment side of the lake.  Mom says that the folks who face the lake provide a drive-thru bread service for the ducks.  

*whispers* Sometimes I eat the bread, but don't tell Mom!  I'm hoping she'll forget and walk past the good spot again!

Anyway, it was so much fun that day.  Mom threw the ball into the lake, and I'd swim-swim-swim to retrieve it, drop it at her feet, and bark at her to throw it again.  She was a little slow, because of that silly little picture-taking box she insists on flashing at us.  Humans...

It was all well and good, until one throw went out a little too far and I couldn't find it.  Geez Mom, I'm a scent hound, not a sight hound, and you can't smell anything but wonderful stink at the lake BOL!  I swam around, panicking as the ball eluded capture.  Finally, I got tired and swam back to shore, figuring that my Mom loves me more than anything in the world.  She'll swim out there and get it!

No.  She wouldn't.  Not even for the pleading, mournful dachshund eyes.  She commanded me to "Git it", a command I always obey.  I just couldn't find it :(.

So she leashed me up and in we went for the bath, my ball lost forever.

Or was it?

This morning, three weeks after the incident, the lake had frozen in several parts.  As Gretta and I pranced down the trail, greeting our friends and having a good time, I spotted it.  Sitting in an inlet on top of the ice!  How did it get there?  This is the total opposite side of the lake from where we had been playing!  I wanted it so badly, but Mom said that the ice was too thin for us, and we couldn't reach it.  I stood forlornly on the shore, willing the ball to come to me.  It didn't :(.

I'm hoping that on tonight's walk it will be reachable!  But if not, I will always love and cherish my tennis ball.  After all, a dachshund and his ball have a deep spiritual connection that cannot and will not be broken!  I love you , Tennis Ball, and we will be together again!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And what did Santa Claws Bring......?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/254328</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Jan 2007 13:29:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay, okay....I was freaked out about nothing.  Maybe Santa ACTED like cockers were his favorite, bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, okay....I was freaked out about nothing.  Maybe Santa ACTED like cockers were his favorite, but he brought the same stuff to both Gretta and me.  

Ah, there was the usual haul of chewies, stuffies, and cookies galore.  But, as presents tend to do, the best one didn't look so promising from the get-go.

<i>flashback</i>

*ripping into box*

Um....how is THIS a puppy toy from Santa?

*pulls out a plastic card with a bar code on a lanyard*

Mom.......Mom???   MOMMY WHAT IS THIS??

*sneakily puts teeth on card*

<i>end flashback</i>

How could I possibly have known that this magic little card was the key to the secret garden?  The pass to unlimited fun?  A gift for a year of fun, friends, and unlimited off-leash ball chasing?

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Have you guessed what this wonderful gift is yet?

*looks around, not wanting to give away the secret to those still guessing*

*whispers*<i>It's a pass to the best dog park in town!!!!</i>

We went yesterday.  And the day before.  And the day before that.  Oh, and the day before that AND the day before that AND AND AND the day before that one!  

There's a nice man there who has a "chuck it" and will throw the tennis balls until I'm on the brink of collapsing.  He says I'm like Napoleon pre-Waterloo, whatever that means.  All I know is that whenever the group of us chases the ball <b><i>I</b></i>, the Great Rondolio, always come out with it in my mouth.  Rotties, Pitties, Labbies, Borzois, Beagles....it matters not.  I rule ball at the dog park and it's fun!

And guess what?  In another hour we're goin' again!  Woo-hoo!

*sprints around like a crazy dog*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Resume</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/244717</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 10:23:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Okay pups...it's official!  I'm going to try to earn my keep and help Mom out with some of the expen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay pups...it's official!  I'm going to try to earn my keep and help Mom out with some of the expenses.  I am the man of the house, after all!

So I'm posting my doggie resume here.  If anypup knows of a place I would fit, let me know!
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R. Capriccioso
An Apartment
Cary, NC
555-doxi

<u><b>Objective</b></u>
I'm looking for a position that utilizes my vast array of talents and my copious experience.  In addition, I would like it to have growth potential and a flexible schedule with plenty of time for chewing and naps.  
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<u><b>Skills</b></u>   
Snuffling                                                   
Alarm Clock                                     
Bounty Hunter                                       
Emergency Surgery                            
Outfielder                                    
Taste Tester                                            
Paper Shredder                                    
Garbage Disposal                                  
Excavation                                               
Sentry                                                         
Management                                      
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<u><b>Employment History</b></u>
2003-present--Personal Assistant
    Duties include announcing the presence of visitors, performing   
    stuffectomies on some of our squeakier clients, fetching the orbs
    that my boss persistantly drops, giving my expert opinion on various
    cuisines, cleaning up after dinner parties, installing various drainage
     holes on the property, and performing round-the-clock security work.  
     Oversees the contributions of my co-workers, confiscating any toys, treats,
     or chewies that may interfere with their production levels.

     Salary start: room, board, and 3 cookies a day.
     Salary end: room, board, 1 stuffed kong a day, cookies.
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<u><b>Education</b></u>
Puppy Kindergarten (August-September 2003)
   Major: obedience
   Thesis: <i>The Nose Knows No Boundaries: Dachshunds and the Paradigm of
                   Disobedience</i>
   Graduated <i>cum laude</i> for my contributions to "I've never seen a dog
                    try <i>that</i> one!" and other naughty-related fields.
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<u><b>References</b></u>
Mom (current supervisor)
Gretta (co-worker, I oversee her work)
Fritz (former co-worker I supervised)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ho ho ho.....Merry Groom-mas</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/240833</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Dec 2006 08:35:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some may call me bitter, but I am NOT happy with Mom.  Last weekend was the time all little boys dre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some may call me bitter, but I am NOT happy with Mom.  Last weekend was the time all little boys dream of, strategize over, and look forward to: SANTA CLAWS was in town and taking Christmas requests!

Originally, the excitement got to me.  I literally couldn't sit still when Mom announced that Saturday would be the culmination of our year-long vigil.  Santa was going to be at our PetSmart and Gretta and I were to see him!  I wiggled all over, then wandered into the office area of the bedroom.  Time for some final organization--my visit with Santa was to be the most highly-efficient begging process I've ever taken on!

And what does my silly Mom do?

Offers me a cookie, snatches me up, and plops me on top of the dryer for a haircut!

As Smokie would say....MA-AHM!  

She trimmed off my "tutu", stripped the fluffy down off my ribs, shaped my ears, scissored my paws, flagged my tail, spritzed me with cologne...and then immediately put my plaid collar on and out the door we went.  WITHOUT my copious files, my well-organized outlines!

*panics*

And then, the worst thing ever.  We go back to the salon first.  What....Santa's a GROOMER???

No.

The Groomer is a Toenail Trimmer!  No Santa!  *screams in horror*

Unfortunately, the real world cannot see my true 350 pound self, only this silly little 15 pound version.  So I had a pedicure.  

By this point I had been humiliated, trimmed, tortured, de-dog-scented....Santa was <i>never</i> going to recognize me!

And then, there he was....sitting on that bench.  I froze...it was the moment I'd been waiting for....

Santa smiles beatifically at Gretta and me.  I start racking my brain....I was drawing blanks.....and then <b>Santa dropped his bombshell</b>.

He favors Cocker SPaniels.  He owns Cocker Spaniels.  He spent so much time loving on Gretta that he barely noticed the Teenie Weenie so desperately wanting his attention.  

I didn't get to ask for anything I wanted. 

*really panics*

But Santa, I want more Air Kong Squeaky Balls!  And More Bobos!  And lots and lots of bully sticks, and ostrich sausage, and Innova Evo Cookies, and an automatic waterer, and a new blankie, and more balls to chase, and a private dog park, and a badger ranch, and......

*whispers to self, head in paws*  Oh no....I blew my only chance....what have I done???]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What happened to my room?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/231932</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 11:13:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My mom does the craziest things sometimes.  Last week her boyfriend came over and took her away in h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My mom does the craziest things sometimes.  Last week her boyfriend came over and took her away in his truck.  I watched them leave out the window and was heartbroken like always...it just doesn't make sense that they would go someplace where I'm not welcome or needed :(. 

But that's beside the point right now...

When they came back a little bit later, there were these giant cubes in the back of his truck.  Mom was chattering away excitedly as they came back in the apartment, and after a cursory pat on the head she started cleaning out <i>my room</i>.  

Being the nosy little weenie that I am, I went up and gently touched her with my nose.  No response.  I punched her as hard as I could and she stopped to look at me.  She then told me that I was getting new furniture in my room.  Hmm....

Apparently this furniture was too heavy for Mom to carry up the stairs.  Her boyfriend had to call his roommate to come help, but boy, was she excited.  I stared out the window at his truck and tried to figure out how I was supposed to use the new things.

After a long period of the boys lifting those heavy things up the stairs, they wedged them in my room.  They take up almost all the space!  How am I supposed to get ON them?  I impatiently poked Mom.  She scooped me up and explained that we were getting our first washer and dryer, and now she could spend more time with me and Gretta because she didn't have to haul the dirty stuff to the laundry place.  Well, that's a good thing, right?

But now Gretta's crate has been banished to the bedroom.  And my green bed and I now have to share our room with these giant monsters that eat Mom's clothes and our blankies!  I hope they don't think that they have to clean the weenie!

*suspiciously stares at the dangerous duo*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Featured Diary????</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/230192</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Nov 2006 06:59:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/230192</guid>
		<description>Mom got this email this morning that said I, the great Rondolio, was a featured diary!  

Now to s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got this email this morning that said I, the great Rondolio, was a featured diary!  

Now to spread my dachsie propaganda!

Um...mom....what does "propaganda" mean, exactly?

*sigh*

I guess I wasn't cut out to be a great leader.

*trots off to borrow the Oxford English Dictionary*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Hallowiener!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/226470</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Oct 2006 08:44:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/226470</guid>
		<description>And it will be a happy one this year.  After last year's fiasco with &quot;dressing Rondo up&quot; Mom's decid ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And it <i>will</i> be a happy one this year.  After last year's fiasco with "dressing Rondo up" Mom's decided to abstain this year.  Even though she thought I would be really cute dressed up as the musical-score version of myself.  Geez...I'm a BOY and a BIG DOG and you don't do stuff like that to big boy dogs.  

She did want to dress Gretta up as her namesake, but didn't have time to sew her an outfit.  I guess next year Miss Gretta will be subjected to the torture I had to endure just 365 days ago.  Weird thing is...she'll LIKE it.  She and Mom are always having girly time in the bathroom every morning.  Mom sprays stuff in her hair and then in Grettas, brushes her hair then Grettas...*sigh* GIRLS!

But anyway, Halloween.  Last year Mom thought it would be "so cute" to dress me up as a hallowiener.  Not creative, but everyone's got to do it to their dachshund at least once during their lives.  According to mom, anyway...  My reaction: I'm usually the party animal.  I went straight under the table and refused to come out until she'd taken that stupid bun and those dumb bows out of my hair.  Then after a cookie I was back to my normal self!

I think I showed her....I'm no Halloweenie!

Snuffles and kisses,
Rondo]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day of the Dachshund</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/223141</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 11:01:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday was a very special day.  Well, they usually are pretty special because Mom stays home all d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday was a very special day.  Well, they usually are pretty special because Mom stays home all day and showers us with attention.  And I actually get to put in my entire sentry shift before lights out.  

But this one was super-special!

A bit after 3 she put our harnesses on--always a good sign (that means either we're going in the car or going running).  It was a vehicular bye-bye trip!  Now to figure out where we're going...

We turned left at the road, which means we're not going to see Mom's boyfriend.  We turned onto the interstate...that means we're either going to Illinois to see gramma and grandpa, or we're going to...actually, I don't know what it means!  We turned off pretty quickly and I was confused.  I whined because I didn't know where we were going, and I don't like not knowing.  

And then we were there....and my whining turned into a frenetic wiggle.  It was a dog park, and a glorious one at that!  The scents were overwhelming, the large groups of puppies running around playing fetch and chase and sniff....it was going to be heavenly!

Then I realized it got even better--there was a little section of the park that was "reserved."  We went in there.  For a little bit it was just Gretta and me, but then other dogs started trickling in.  And wouldn't you know, every single one of them was a dachshund!  There were teenie weenies, tweenies, big dachsies, long-hair, short-hair, EVERY KIND!  We played so hard and picked on big ole Gretta (who was so intimidated by the sheer number of weenies that she hung out between mom's feet the entire time).  It was so fun, and mom says we can do it again next month!  Yay!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dachshund Careers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/221211</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 11:07:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So mom keep saying I need to get off my pretty little behind and start earning my keep.  I think she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So mom keep saying I need to get off my pretty little behind and start earning my keep.  I think she's just joking, but it got me thinking...

According to the dachshund books Mom keeps on the shelf, good career options for me range from vermin killer to watchdog to calendar model (!).  But I've found my true calling.  A bit off the beaten path, maybe, but it really utilizes my talent and involves something I'm quite passionate about.  Not only do I get to finely-hone my natural abilities, I get to serve others as well.

<i>Lately, I've been active as a headmaster of Dogster's premiere magical school!  There are probably some interested doggies looking for this, the final clue in their Tri-Wizard quest.  What do I have to offer you? First, you must solve the photo clue--look <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c162/shoffee/mysteryman.jpg">here</a> and identify this mystery man and what movie he is in.  Then, simply go back to the Whomping Willow.  If you're the first to get there, start a new thread entitled "Book of Champions."  Sign your name to the book of champions, then pmail me with your answers to the questions and quests.  I will tally the results and announce the winners!</i>

So what is this perfect career path?  Blankie.  That's right....don't look at me funny!  I've worked hard to develop my snuggle skills, have figured out how to compensate for my lack of opposable thumbs (the nose is a <b>very</b> effective device!), and am always in style with any home decor.  And with winter coming on, demand will be high for warm, soft lap blankets.  With some effective marketing strategies I think this could be an incredibly ludicrous business undertaking!  OK, off to do some more strategizing (or take a nap...)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Tail of Devotion for Rondo Capriccioso</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/212852</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Sep 2006 13:38:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Rondo,
I can barely put into words how much you mean to me.  You were the only thing I had whe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Rondo,
I can barely put into words how much you mean to me.  You were the only thing I had when I moved to the East Coast, and you will never realize how much your outgoing little personality helped me settle in to a strange place.  You helped me overcome my shyness and gave me something to chat about with perfect strangers, strangers who quickly becamse our friends.  You gave me the strength to finish a demanding graduate degree just by being there, a warm head on my foot and kisses galore, as I wrote my thesis.  You protected me from that scary sexual predator by seeing him when I couldn't and pulling me away; you scared off a potential mugger with your mastiff-sized barks and your sharp teeth (the only time I've ever heard those sounds or seen you snarl); and most importantly, you saved me from myself when I had my heart broken.   I love you, buddy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whoa, my page lives in the past!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/200185</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:44:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just realized that I haven't updated my page in at least a year (dog time).  Wow, I'm a slacker we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just realized that I haven't updated my page in at least a year (dog time).  Wow, I'm a slacker weenie!  A <b>ton</b> has happened since Fritzie left us.  I got a new baby sister, for starters; most of you have met Gretta by now.  She's the shy little cocker puppy.  As much as I liked Fritz, I'm very happy Gretta lives with us now.  That girl can <i>wrassle</i>, and we have the best time playing chase in the mornings, chewing on the same chewy, and tugging on puppy jack (can't believe that toy is still alive--she's a destruction hound!).

We also moved a few weeks ago.  At first it was really hard--I'd lived in our old apartment my entire life!  But after Mom got everything unpacked I realized it was all my old stuff.  And this new place, wow is it FUN!  We live on a lake now, so I can go swimming every day (and I do--I even out-swam a lab a few days ago!)!!  Plus we're by this park that has an even BIGGER lake and all these fun nature trails.  Our new place is bigger and very dachshund-friendly.  All the windows go down to the ground, so I don't have to get on the couch to look outside!  We also have this thing mom calls a balcony (and I like to sit out there with mom and sniff the air....fun!).  Also, there's more room for wiener dog wienernationals  local events and lots of nice neighbors who tell me how pretty I am *preens*.  And that makes me happy!

Oh, and I finally helped my mom find a new job!  She's still grooming in her apartment, just limited numbers of dogs (mostly her friends' pups) but now she has some cushy office job where she gets to come home every night at the same time and doesn't have to leave on the weekends!  I really like having the more normal schedule.  As well as having mom pass the "sniffdown" test every night--I'm cool with her seeing other dogs, but it seemed like she saw more of them then me :(.

So all in all, life is good!  I'll have to have Mom post some more recent pictures of me (and catch Gretta's site up).  But for now it's time for....naps!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Miss You Fritzie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/145932</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Apr 2006 17:39:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/145932</guid>
		<description>This entry is long overdue...but I've been really sad since Fritz left us on 12 April.  He never rea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This entry is long overdue...but I've been really sad since Fritz left us on 12 April.  He never really liked me very much, but I loved him like a brother.  After all, the day he came home Mom told me that he needed me to teach him all about being a dog.  So I tried really hard, sharing my dingos, mini tennis balls, and my yummy duck and sweet potato food.  I even saved him when he accidently fell into the creek and couldn't figure out how to get out.  Now our house is so quiet.  Don't get me wrong, I love all the extra attention Mom has showered on me, but...  

I guess Fritzie can't write anymore, so I'll have to tell you what happened.  Mom interviewed these people on the phone, and was really excited about them.  They had no other dog, big house, fenced in backyard....a doggie dream castle!  A few days later Fritzie's new mom drove down from Hickory, scooped him up, and took him away.  Mom cried for days--he was a foster dog, but after almost a year she was REALLY attached.  I moped around too.  It gets lonely being the only dog around the house when mom's at work.  Mom's thinking about getting me another sibling, one that gets along with me better.  So keep watching--maybe in the next few months we'll have another page posted!

Well, gotta run!  I hear Rico barking from next door...and my "dachsiesense" tells me I need to go investigate!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Training for the Races!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/120988</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 10:48:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A couple times a week my mom takes Fritzie and me out to the woods.  Since we're both such good boys ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A couple times a week my mom takes Fritzie and me out to the woods.  Since we're both such good boys about our come recalls we've recently earned the privilege of going off leash, which is SUPER fun!  Well, last week we went with our new poodle friend named Rocco.  Rocco and I were running and playing when suddenly this large pack of humans came bounding along behind us!  Fritzie was scared of them, but I wanted to do what they were doing--RUNNING!  I joined their pack, running just as hard as my little legs would go.  When they jumped over a log I jumped too, when they splashed through the creek I was right behind them.  I wanted SO badly for them to wait up for me, but my silly mom demanded a come recall right when I was about to join the team.  I guess she's not a supporter of organized sports *harumph*.  Though she did tell me that she'd look into a wiener dog race since I love running that much....I'm not sure what that is but I know I'll win!!  Okay, back to my weight training--I'm developing my stamina by carrying Bobo everywhere with me.  Another few laps and I'll be ready for my protein shake, served in kibble form.  Yum!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Haircut</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/107092</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Jan 2006 18:03:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/107092</guid>
		<description>This morning my mom reveled in the freedom of a day off, when suddenly her phone started playing tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning my mom reveled in the freedom of a day off, when suddenly her phone started playing that weird song.  It only does that when work calls.  I guess all of the groomers at her salon were sick today, so she had to go in and hold down the fort.  She left Fritz, Fletcher, and me but came back a few hours later, put my leash on, and we went back.  She didn't have any haircuts to do, so it was finally my turn and boy did I need it!  My hair isn't that long, but every guy wants to keep himself sanitary!  Mom also trimmed that yucky hair behind my ears that gets matted when I wrestle with other doggies--now I have an advantage because they can't grab onto it!  But just because I look good with my ears, tail, and feet trimmed doesn't mean I was happy about all of it.  Mom insists on using this horrible tool on my toenails--it's called a Dremol and it smells awful!  It files my nails down so they can get really short, but I'm a typical dachsie and don't want her messing with my feet!  Then she shaved the hair out between my paw pads, which I don't mind.  THen the finishing touch--trimming my feet so they're pretty without all those stray hair tufts.  I'm looking GOOD even though I'm not keen on the "fresh floral" cologne she makes me wear.  I don't want to smell like a GIRL!  At least she didn't insist on hairbows this time.  A boy dachsie has to have SOME dignity!  Happy new year to all!!!  I'm off for a nice long nap in the hot dog bun bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's in a name?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/240377/diary/Abacaba/106163</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 12:34:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Rondo ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So like my bio says, I'm a two-and-one-half year old wiener dog.  So what does my name mean?  Everyo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So like my bio says, I'm a two-and-one-half year old wiener dog.  So what does my name mean?  Everyone asks my mom that.  When she brought me home from the breeder she was having a hard time coming up with my "call name" and an even harder time coming up with my registered name.  I was "Baby Boy" for several days.  Then one day my mommy got out some piano pieces she'd played in the past (my mom has studied piano for 19 years!!!).  She was playing some recordings when this really fun piece came on.  I got so excited I went up to the stereo speakers and started dancing around, trying to get inside to find that wonderful song!  Then my mom got all excited--apparently it was a "rondo" written by some dead guy named Mendelssohn, who wrote the piece when he was a teenager.  Thus, I became "Rondo" and she registered me as "Rondo Capriccioso."  That's where my diary title comes from too--the "form" of a rondo can be symbolized by letters A B A C A B A.  The stuff from the beginning (A) keeps coming back!  Just like me--I'm almost three but STILL do lots of the stuff I did as a puppy.  PLUS I'm really capricious!  Kind of a fitting name, huh?  My foster brother Fritz has a musical name, too.  Since he is such a lady's man my momma named him Fritz Hund-erlich, after famous tenor Fritz Wunderlich, who apparently died chasing his "escort" down the stairs.  Ha ha ha!!  Fritz the pomeranian would probably do the same thing :)!!]]></content:encoded>
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