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<title>The Z Files</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Zoe</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Zoe &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2013 20:27:36 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>My yard grew!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/827859</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 May 2013 08:51:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And I don't just mean the grass. Even though that has been growin lots and lots. It was a jungle out ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And I don't just mean the grass. Even though that has been growin lots and lots. It was a jungle out there. Daddy got it mowed yeserday.

But anywho. My yard grew! It's always been big, now it's bigger.

We had sum raised bed places where my pawrents grew veggies and mostly weeds. The boards were gettin all rottened so Daddy took them all out and planted grass. But he kept up the fence. You know, so's the cats wouldn't be out there scratchin and pottyin and junk.

The other day he declared the grass ready for paws so he took down the fence.

Best. Yard. Ever.

I tell you, that new grass is wunnerful to roll in. And before he mowed, it was all tall and ticklely on my tummy. Now it's not ticklely but it smells so good and new and it's still great to roll in. 

You pups can come on over and give it a try if you want.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love-Seat-Look-Out no more</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/827662</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 May 2013 12:37:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Don't worry! You pups know I gotta have my Love-Seat-Look-Out by the big livin room winder. I spend  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't worry! You pups know I gotta have my Love-Seat-Look-Out by the big livin room winder. I spend most of my inside time up there. Even if I take a snooze, I sleep with one eye open. I don't miss much that goes by My place.

But My Soldier Daddy told me I could save time with a aack-row-nim. They use those things alla time in the military. To save time I guess. 

So I won't be callin My Love-Seat-Look-Out My Love-Seat-Look-Out no more.

Here's the new name: Observation Point (OP) Zoe. That's military jargon for My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Kinda rolls off the tongue, don't it? 
From now on when I bark 'bout OP Zoe, I mean My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Hope it's not Too complicated. And don't worry, it's not top secret stuff so we won't be havin lil black drones watchin us. 

Back to OP Zoe for a snooze. I mean, maybe the neighbor with the fifty-leven dogs will go by soon. Good barkin then!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A walk, watch out for a trick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/826584</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 May 2013 15:20:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, 'bout first thing yeserday mornin, Daddy took Me and Tux for a nice walk. Down 'long the river.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, 'bout first thing yeserday mornin, Daddy took Me and Tux for a nice walk. Down 'long the river. Good smells. Good walk. We even saw where a porcupine pin cushion guy had walked in the dry dusty road place. It looked like he was tryin to cover his tracks by brushin his quills along the ground. Or maybe it was a lady porcupine. Swishy hips made the trail.
I guess that's just what they do, natural like.
Anywho's, it was a good walk. Mommy stayed home with Drover to play his 'round the house keep away game with his orange man toy. His legs are too wonky to go on a real walk with us.
When we got back, they started makin like they were gonna be leavin.
And they did. Leave.
For a Really Long Time.
Hmm, tricky takin us for a walk tryin to wear us out. We still barked like crazy dogs when the mailman left a box on the front steps.
Turns out, they went to Sissor's gradumatootion thing. Took days or sumfin.
We were really glad to get out when they got home to, well, you know what. Then we were tired out. 

Be watchin out for a tricky walk. You might get left alone for a super long time. No food. Slimy water dish. 
Just a warnin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Soldier Saves Doggies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/826330</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 May 2013 14:55:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, my typist has the big banage offa her paw so I told her to get with it and type!
This is a big  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, my typist has the big banage offa her paw so I told her to get with it and type!
This is a big story! Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

'Member my Daddy is a soldier man? He is in the Idunno National Guard. And yes, he works more than one weekend a month. He works on the vehicles and tanks and stuff. The shop has big, really big, garage door things.
So, yeserday it was kinda hot. Daddy was the only one at work right then. A couple of doggies came in to check out the shop. They wandered round. They saw a couple of humvees, an ambulance, a trailer and a couple of big trucks. 
There aren't any houses around very close so those doggies musta been wanderin round for a spell. They musta found sumfin good to snack on cause one of them threw up on the floor.
They even went up the metal stairs to where the boss's office and the break room is. Then they didn't want to come down the stairs. But Daddy carried them.
Then he checked out their collars. There was a phone number on their tags. Daddy called the number.
Only took the lady 'bout 5 minutes to get there and get her doggies. They had wandered maybe 'bout a mile or more.

My Daddy is a true hero! I bet he gets a new ribbon to wear on his dress uniform!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Early breakfast!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/825922</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 May 2013 14:41:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a good thing we are all early mornin pups and peeps 'round here. Mommy is havin her crappy tunn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a good thing we are all early mornin pups and peeps 'round here. Mommy is havin her crappy tunnel surgeried tomorrow mornin at 6:30. She made sure she asked the lady a.m. or p.m.
So us pups will get to eat earlier than regular so's that Daddy and Mommy can get to the horsespital in time.
Oh yeah, I don't know when I will be able to bark at you pals. Mommy has sum lame xcuse 'bout havin a bandage on her wrist place. And maybe not feelin like doin much for an hour or so. Humph.

But I will bark when I can and I will be readin your diary entries and comments and stuff.

I will also bark EXTRA LOUD at school buses, lil men movin irrigation pipe, peepoles walkin, ridin, or otherwise goin past my place and all the other usual stuff I bark at. You will be able to hear me and know I am ok.  

Bark on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hap'nins</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/825590</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 May 2013 13:18:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, gotta bark Big Condogumations to our buddy Hammy, or as we should probly call him Mayor H ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, gotta bark Big Condogumations to our buddy <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1142109">Hammy</a>, or as we should probly call him Mayor Hammish McDuff. Yep, tomorrow is a big day for Hammy. He got (with a bunch of our help) voted to be mayor du jour of his fair city. Conwags Hammy!

Now on to the borin-ness 'round here. 
You pups know that I have 2 skinsibs. They are both old and can take care of themselves and all so they don't live here no more.
Sure nuff, Brother has a birthday comin up. He is gonna be 21. All legal.
We sent him sum plastic storage containers. Just what a 21 year old single guy wants and needs, huh? Axfurly, he asked for them. :-/ And sum geeky t-shirts too. And books. We didn't send those.
And then Sissor is commencin, gradumatatin, sumfin from her 4 year university. She already has a 2 year degree from sum other school. She is needin a bit of a break so's she gonna go work up in Jellystone National Park again this summer or maybe furever if she don't get a Real job. Yep, she is gonna be turnin the big wheel for Old Faithful to go on and off. Or maybe she can get promoted to groomin bison. Or makin sure all the bubblin hot pools and mud pots are the right temperature and have the right kinda bad smells. Whatever.
Then, if she gets a Real job and doesn't work at Jellystone the rest of her life or maybe move into our basement, she wants to get a pet-friendly apartment. And adopt a cat. Or twelve. And knit. She sent this picture to Mommy saying this will be what she is like in just awhile:
<a id="img2218944563"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/knitcat_zps2a88e55f.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2218944563');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/knitcat_zps2a88e55f.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Sissor's life</a>
*sigh* I love my family but what can I do?

And then, my typist Might be outta commission for a few days. Next Toosday, she is gonna get surgery-ized for sum crappy tunnel on her left wrist. She will still be able to use the mousie to point and click but as far as typin, well, unlike sum secamateries that Hunt and Peck;-), my typist uses both hands. On the home row even. So she may not be able to take my dictation for a hour or day or while. She is plannin on milkin bein outta commission, so we shall see. Bol!
Maybe I can get Daddy to help me bark in until Mommy comes to. :-0

That's 'bout it in my lil corner of the world.

Keep calm and bark at evfurrything!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy May Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/825304</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 May 2013 06:03:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The birdies is singin. The sun is shinin.

Mommy says when she was a lil girl, she would make lil  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The birdies is singin. The sun is shinin.

Mommy says when she was a lil girl, she would make lil paper baskets and put flowers in them on May Day. Then she would put them on neighbors' doors, knock and run. A nice lil surprise.

Nuthin like that will happen here.

We woke up to snow on the ground.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beware the Glurg!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/825266</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:29:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a big bowl for our water. Mommy was gettin tired of havin to refill it a bunch o' times all d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a big bowl for our water. Mommy was gettin tired of havin to refill it a bunch o' times all day long. She got sumfin kinda <a id="img1456688513"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/petwaterer_zps96be1852.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1456688513');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/petwaterer_zps96be1852.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">like this</a>.
For a few days, she put the new water thingy and our old bowl close to each other. So's we would maybe try out the new water thingy. But still be able to get drinks in case we didn't like the new water thingy.
Then she took the old bowl away. So's now the new water thingy is all we have to drink outta. Three dogs and a bunch of kitties all drink outta that new water thingy.

Mommy and Daddy were eatin supper. I was standin there by the water thingy. Mommy thought I was skeered of the new water thingy. 
It was makin big bubbles and glurg sounds when the water was refillin the dish part where we get out drinks.

I wasn't skeered. Just leery. A good security dog is always leery of new stuff.
Not skeered.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pain in the Patoot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/824817</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 11:06:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Way back the last time I got groomed/tortured the groomer/torturer did sumfin bad to my tookus. I ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Way back the last time I got groomed/tortured the groomer/torturer did sumfin bad to my tookus. I even barked to you pups 'bout it in my diary.
I did Finally get over feelin the badness on my cute lil patoot.

Now the horror has started again. 

I am eatin. I am poopin. I am barkin. Not as much as usual so that shows that sumfin is definitely wrong with me.

But evfurry now and then, I just gotta run 'round 'cause my bobbim is buggin me. It makes me crazy. 
Sumtimes I just let Tux bark outside and not bother to go join him.

I don't know why I have to keep goin back to the groomer/torture (mostly torture) place. 
And then there is the whole stinkin poodle feet I gots.

I gotta go lay down.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm alright</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/824587</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 08:06:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups! I am feelin fine!
I ate breakfast. I am eatin cookies. I pooped. I have been barkin.

Evfur ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups! I am feelin fine!
I ate breakfast. I am eatin cookies. I pooped. I have been barkin.

Evfurrything is A-OK!

And I got a Diary Pick this day! Woo Hoo Me!

Thank you to Nina for the neat piccie to display!
And thank you pups for the gifties you've sent.
Anya has sent a ladybug. I like to eat bugs.
Got a steak from the four Snarky Schnauzers. Yum!
Finley sent a fun kite to fly. No wind today here at my place. That's unusual.
Pepper sent me a lil blue birdie. Stay back kitty cats. That's My birdie!
And Duncan and Hamish sent a steak. I'll have that later when I'm back from the groomer/torturer.
I'm gonna try to edit this entry. Hope things don't get messed up.
But I got a purdy pink ribbon from Hershey and Winkie.
And Buddy and Angel Abby sent sum purdy two-lips!
Coolio!

If I survive the torture place, that is. I will try to update to let you know how it went.

But for now, I am alright!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'll be alright</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/824497</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 14:45:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I should be alright. Sumtime.
I hope.
And there is no sympathy round this place, lemme tell ya.
W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I should be alright. Sumtime.
I hope.
And there is no sympathy round this place, lemme tell ya.
Well, ok, so Mommy is watchin me. Talkin nicey-nice to me. 
I did eat my breakfast and I am eatin cookies when she offers them to me.
But I am just not "right". Yes, I am barkin at the lil men workers in the white pick-up trucks and other stuff I normally bark at.
But I am just not "right". You know how that goes.
I haven't urka-gurkaed. Mommy hasn't seen me poop so she doesn't know what that looks like.
But I am just not "right".

She must think I will be fine by tomorrow. 
I have to go to the groomer/torture place.

I am a tuff Schnauzer grrl. I will be alright.
I hope.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She's mean at me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/823809</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 09:39:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sorry Pals for not barkin for So long in my diary. I blame Mommy, my typist. I've got stuff to bark  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry Pals for not barkin for So long in my diary. I blame Mommy, my typist. I've got stuff to bark 'bout but she's in one of those moods. She even has a Grumpy Cat picture on her laptop background. It says sumfin like "I think I might be emotionally constipated. I haven't given a sh*t in days."

Plus we've had the "witer's bwock" as our pal Zaidie would put it.

And I have to live with this! 
But I told Mommy to fix herself a nice cuppa and settle down to take sum dictation from Me. Our pal Fizzy even thought I was dead or sumfin since I hadn't barked in my diary in so long.

But I am ok! Even though Mommy has been mean at me. It is all her fault.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
You pups probly know that My laptop (ok, it's really Mommy's) is in Brother's room. He hasn't been here in a really long time. Wonder what happened to him. It's almost like he doesn't even live here anymore.
Hmm, oh, what I was sayin?
Right, and of the 3 bedrooms, it is  the lil-est. It has a twin bed, a small desk and a bookshelf. 
Well, Mommy moved the desk and bed, kinda swapped places. It is a win/win! She can see her computer screen without glare. I can sit on the bed and see out the window!
For sum reason, the bedroom is kinda echo-y. 
When I let loose with a barkbarkbark it's good and loud and echo-y. Makes Mommy jump. That one nerve she woke up with? I get on it.
She even threw a pillow at me the other day. Didn't hurt or nuthin.
But she did tell me to "shut up". 
That is sumfin she don't say very much. Oh yeah, she tells me to be quiet. Enough. Stop. 
But she don't like to tell nobudy "shut up".  'Cept in real mergencies.
Didn't make me stop barkin of course. Nuthin can do that. And it's spring. Lots of goin's on in the field round my place. Plenty of stuff to bark at.

And there you have it. The reason I haven't been barkin in my diary.
It's my mean Mommy's fault.

I'll try to do a better job at keepin things up to date in my diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We all need this!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/821710</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Apr 2013 05:46:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Check this out Pups! So cool and we need this!

Toshiba Petbook

Click down there where it says  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Check this out Pups! So cool and we need this!

<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://us.toshiba.com/petbook">Toshiba Petbook</a>

Click down there where it says to Build Your Own!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Looky all the eggies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/821706</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Apr 2013 05:33:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you Pals! Thank you for all the eggies you sent to me and my furfamily too!
Mommy Finally dis ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you Pals! Thank you for all the eggies you sent to me and my furfamily too!
Mommy Finally discovered an easy way to send out the free eggies. After all these years on Dogster she realized how to click and send Lots of eggies all at the same time.
She catches on real fast. Duh.

I am plannin a quiet day. Mommy and Daddy will be doin sum yardwork. I will just lay 'round the yard. They will be out there so's I won't have to do any barkin if any bike riders, joggers or walkers go by. They will see the mailman so I will let them take care of gettin the mail. 
They will be usin sum sharp yard tools for trimmin the shrubs. I will stay a safe distance away and not grab any of the trimmins to chew on.
They will be busy so's I won't bug them to go inside to give me any cookies.

Huh? Wha? Me? A Quiet day?

APRIL FOOL'S!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barkbark. Is this thing on now?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/820998</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 14:13:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Were you like me this mornin? Usually, Typist grabs her coffee and we make the rounds of keepin up w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Were you like me this mornin? Usually, Typist grabs her coffee and we make the rounds of keepin up with our Dogster pals. We play games in the groups. We sniff all 'round.
But not this mornin. We couldn't post nuthin. Nowheres.
We barked the problem to HQ and got a reply back this afternoon.
Here's what the Watch Dog barked:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sorry this happened. It wasn't just you. No one was able to add content to the site.

We got busy testing right away and OPS launched a fix as soon as they were able to diagnose the problem. You should now be able to post comments, send gifts, and post in the forums again. You should also be able to delete comments posted to your pet pages, pawmails, etc.

It was all related to trying to stop the spammers which prevented anyone from adding content via pawmail, forum posts, comments, or gifts. They have re-worked the code to allow legitimate members to post, add photos, etc.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to contact us with the information we needed and who also helped spread the word via personal e-mail.

If you thought we weren't happy with spammers before, this new twist takes the cake. We couldn't even post in the All Paws Bulletin to let folks know we were working on it. Everyone was temporarily locked out, even the Community Team.

NOTE: If you gave gifts that still haven't shown up after OPS got the problem fixed, let us know so we can refund any zealies you may have lost.

Spammers! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Woofs! & Tail Wags!

-watch dog-
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So Pups, commence barkin! Stat!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tra-la! It's Spring!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/820530</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 08:32:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/820530</guid>
		<description>Oh, isn't is lurvly to listen to the lil froggies peepin? Hear the baby birdies chirpin when their m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, isn't is lurvly to listen to the lil froggies peepin? Hear the baby birdies chirpin when their mommy brings them a worm to munch. See the lil chicks and duckelins flittin here and there. The wooly white lambkins are frolickin in the green pastures. Sniff the purdy daffydills and crocuses.
I don't know what kinda alternate reality you might live in if that's what your Springtime is like.
My Springtime looks just like Winter!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

The calendar that Says it's Spring isn't talkin to the Weather 'round here. Didn't get the memo. Things happen lots more slowly here in Idunno than Any Other Place In The World.

The first day of Spring we had clouds and Lots of wind. So much wind that wobbley Drover 'bout got knocked over by it. And it was cold. Stay huddled 'round the woodstove for keepin warm kinda cold.
The next day of Spring, it started rainin. And the wind was still blowin, of course. And it was still cold. Blah, who wants to go outside when it's like that?

Today started out ok. I mean, it was dark and stuff, but not too cold. Then when Mommy opened the blinds, all's we could see was Snow. Lots of it. And it's still comin down.

Happy Spring.

And Happy Birthday to Mommy. She is sumfin like 5 or maybe 7 or maybe you add those or put them together sumhow. Anyways, I know I won't get nuthin good. She always likes to have a carrot cake but there is always raisins in there. Bad for dogs. Blah.
And Sissor is gonna come home for the weekend. She and Mommy will have tea (that Sissor sent her) and Squee!! over yarn (that Brother sent her). And watch old black and white Hitchcock movies (that Brother sent her).
We sure know how to pawty over here, don't we? 

I hope your weekend will be better than mine is lookin like.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Soon-to-be-Spring barkin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/819462</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 14:52:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/819462</guid>
		<description>You pups know that I have plenty of farm stuff to bark at 'round my place. Tractors, lil men in pick ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I have plenty of farm stuff to bark at 'round my place. Tractors, lil men in pick-em-up trucks, big farm machinery and lots more.
And you gotta know that it's gettin near to spring time. That means the farm work starts back up after the slow winter time.
But let me tell ya. I had a bark fest today and it weren't even no farm stuff at all.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Of course, I barked at the mail vehicle when it stopped at our mail box. That's not really a big deal since it didn't bring no packages to me today.
But I was relaxin on my Love-Seat-Look-Out and the Brown truck stopped in the road and then backed into my driveway! This was gonna be good! Tux jumped on the Love-Seat-Look-Out to help me with the barkin.
Mommy hollered over the din to for us to go outside. We went outside barkin the whole time. Watched the guy get outta his truck. Watched him get out two boxes. Watched him wheel one of the boxes 'round to the front of the house. 
We were watchin and barkin the whole time of course. Kept barkin til he got back in his truck and pulled outta the driveway.
Then we went in to see what was goin on in there. 
A big box was layin near the front door. I helped Mommy try to figure out how to open it. We finally got it figured out. It is sumfin that has "some assembly required" and we will wait for Daddy to do that part.
But the other box, Mommy had carried in. Purdy soon, she opened that box and took out some pieces of wood. More of the "some assembly required" stuff. But not as many pieces as the other box of stuff.
As she was doin the assembly stuff I was chillin on my Love-Seat-Look-Out. All of a sudden, it was red alert again! Tux jumped up there to join me. This red alert musta surprised Mommy 'cause she didn't have us go outside to do our barkin. We got to stay in and bark at the Fed Ex dood as he brought a box to our door. 

Gosh, this has been a good barkin day! And it ain't even spring yet.
What will happen tomorrow?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nap go boom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/819018</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Mar 2013 16:35:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/819018</guid>
		<description>Mommy decided to take a nap on the big bed. Of course, I had to join her. First she was on her back  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy decided to take a nap on the big bed. Of course, I had to join her. First she was on her back on her side of the bed. Then she rolled over to the middle of the bed.
That's when I fell off. Not that she pushed me. Not that I didn't have enough room. I musta rolled over or sumfin and rolled right offa the bed.
I stood there for a bit and then Mommy asked if I was ok and invited me back on the bed. I jumped up there and we axfurly snuggled a lil minute. Don't tell Daddy, he might get jealous.

Then we decided to get up from our nap. Drover was snoozin in his bed in the corner. Tux was wanderin 'round the room. Georgie had been purrin in Mommy's ear. The kitten Gypsy had tried to attack Mommy's feets. Sam was wanderin on the pillows. Ellie was purrin all over the bed.

We couldn't snooze no more with all that activity. 
We got up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They're out there</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818912</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Mar 2013 12:18:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818912</guid>
		<description>I just know it. I can hear them. I can smell them. I just can't see them.
Lil mousies. Unner the sn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just know it. I can hear them. I can smell them. I just can't see them.
Lil mousies. Unner the snow in my yard. Makin tunnels through the grass. 
I wish there was a button I could push that would make all the snow go away Right Now. All of a sudden. Leavin those mousies surprised and shocked to see Me standin over them. 
But I don't think there is no such button. And when the snow does melt, the mousies have moved on. 
So I am left standin on the snow that hasn't melted. 
Listenin. Hearin. Smellin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The rumors are true</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818710</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Mar 2013 13:29:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818710</guid>
		<description>Ok, so it's not a rumor. 

I know you city pups go for walks on sidewalks and paths and stuff that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so it's not a rumor. 

I know you city pups go for walks on sidewalks and paths and stuff that other peepoles and pets walk and run and bike and scooter on. So that when you have to make a "privacy please", a "number 2 download", "go poopy", your peepole has to pick it up. So as not to disgust the other peepoles out there. They carry special bags to save your doo doo. Sometimes they throw it away in a trash can. Sometimes they take it alla way back home and do who knows what with it.
'Round My place, cats and dogs and horses and cows and geese and well, whatever comes along can poop and don't nobudy care if it gets picked up. 
Yeah, we are redneck hicks 'round here.

But only a hop, skip and jump down the road is a city. A small city with a university and Applebees and Five Guys and a Joanns Craft store and lots of other places our lil town doesn't have.
This is where Sissor is. She is a student at the university but she has a job too. And right now she is pup sittin on two cute lil pups of one of her seniority-ized co-workers. She is stayin in the lady's house. 
Now these lil dogs get to go for walks. On sidewalks. And on sum trails too.
I checked with her and Sissor is 'posed to carry lil plastic bags and pick up the lil pups' poops. Or else the PPP (Pocatello Poop Police will come and arrest Sissor and the lil dogs too.
And that wouldn't be no good. 

I sure wouldn't want to have to post bail and get Sissor outta jail. The lil dogs, sure thing. Just not pocketlint Sissor. 
Oh and don't tell anyfur but Sissor told Mommy when she takes the lil dogs on a trail, she don't pick up their poops.
Don't tell anybudy that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goin's on 'round My place</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818704</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Mar 2013 10:50:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818704</guid>
		<description>Not too much goin on. Unless you like to watch the wind blow then watch puddles dry up.
It is good  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not too much goin on. Unless you like to watch the wind blow then watch puddles dry up.
It is good for a bark or two. If I'm lucky, a wally world bag might blow by.

The other day, when there was still snow on the big field across the road, some worker type trucks came along. Then a big thing drove back and forth all over the field. I guess it was spreadin out sum fertilizer. It was a big water bug lookin machine. I had Mommy try to find a picture of what it looked like but she couldn't fine one. So I can't show you. You'll just have to trust me that it was a Big machine. It has arm thingies that automatically move to both sides so that a big swath of field gets covered with the fertilizer stuff. There is a driver person that sits in the cab part Way up there. I mean, he has to climb up a ladder thing to get up to the controls.
Anywho, it was good to bark at it when it came close to My place. In the past, it has knocked over our mailbox. I gotta watch for that.

And cats are sneaky.
We have this lil kitten, she's not really so lil anymore but she is still a kitten. I like to chase her around the house. She likes for me to chase her around the house. This mornin I chased her up on Brother's bed. Don't worry, Brother don't live here no more so we didn't wake him up. The bed is pushed close to the wall and she skinnied down between the bed and the wall. To under the bed.
I kept lookin for her. I had my head smooshed down there. 
Daddy came in to help me look for her. He looked under the bed. I jumped down to help him look under the bed.
She wasn't under the bed.
Now how did she disappear so easy?
Durn cats are sneaky. 

We played the same game the other day. I waited and waited on top of the bed. Mommy got up from her computer. I got off the bed.
The kitten was Sleepin in the dog bed over there. 
Grrr. Cats are too sneaky. 

I better get back to my Love-Seat-Look-Out. It's 'bout time to bark at the mailman.

Later Pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sad news</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818106</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 10:03:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/818106</guid>
		<description>Our hearts our hurtin. Sum of you pups may not know him, he hasn't been 'round this Dogster place fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our hearts our hurtin. Sum of you pups may not know him, he hasn't been 'round this Dogster place for awhile, but <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/461481">Larry the Dude</a>  made the trip to the Rainbow Bridge.

He was too young. Too full of life.

His family is hurtin right now. 
Could you pups head over to his page and send them sum love. Read sum of his diary entries. He was a real character.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do You Know Five Guys?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817848</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Feb 2013 11:39:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817848</guid>
		<description>I'm not sure if you have the Five Guys Burgers and Fries'round your place. We do. Mommy and Daddy su ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm not sure if you have 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.fiveguys.com/">Five Guys Burgers and Fries</a>'round your place. We do. Mommy and Daddy sumtimes have those guys burgers and fries when Daddy fills up his Taurus car with gas at the Costco place. The five guys work near there. 
Anywho, of course, I (we) never get nuthin from there. All that greezy goodness. I mean, that brown sack is sat-your-ate-ed by the time Daddy gets home. None of that grease for us pups. Panties-r-tight-us (pancreatitis) you know.

But I found out last night I CAN eat their fries and not get the sickness! Mommy was gettin the super full cup o' fries outta the greezy brown bag and a couple of the fries fell onto the floor. She got one picked up but I found the other one.

It was D.Lee.Cious. 

And I didn't get sick. I am fine. This proves that I can eat all I want of the Five Guys Fries. I want my very own cup o' fries next time!

This is gonna be So Great!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A delayed thank you</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817748</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Feb 2013 12:19:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817748</guid>
		<description>Ok, so I had Me a Diary Pick yesserday. Nina made me a cool purdy picture for my page. Lots of you p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I had Me a Diary Pick yesserday. Nina made me a cool purdy picture for my page. Lots of you pals sent messages and rosettes.

Thank you!

And I 'pologize for bein so slow with my thank yous. No one to blame but 'cept the typist. 
Lazy thing she is. Claims her back and head hurts. Says she needs to go to the crack-o-practor. And so she doesn't even help me with my diary stuff.

I'd fire her but I don't know where to find anyone else to do the job. Who works so cheap, ya know.

So again, Thank you Pals for makin my day in the Dogster spotlight special!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Marinated Mousie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817102</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Feb 2013 07:20:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/817102</guid>
		<description>Ok, so I didn't witness this deal but I can still tell ya 'bout it.

You see, we keep a heated wat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I didn't witness this deal but I can still tell ya 'bout it.

You see, we keep a heated water dish in the garage for the garage kitty cats. Mommy went in there this mornin to check on stuff.
I heard her kinda laugh and go EEwwwww.
What's up Mommy?
She didn't know if one of the kitties had put it there or the mousie was tryin to get a drink.
But there was a drownt mousie in the water dish. Floatin face down. Marinatin in the water dish.

Mommy came outta the garage carryin the dish. She pitched the water and the soggy mousie over there. A magpie can find the mousie for a snack.

That's how it goes 'round here. Gotta put up with a few surprises every now and then.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miles and miles and miles!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/816650</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Feb 2013 16:06:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/816650</guid>
		<description>It's walkie weather! So Daddy took Me and Tux for a good long walk today. Along the road with our le ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's walkie weather! So Daddy took Me and Tux for a good long walk today. Along the road with our leashes on. I did a good poopie in front of the neighbor's house. Bol!
And I tinkled and tinkled all over the place.
Didn't see many cows or dogs but we saw sum sheepies.
It was a wunnerful walk.
And we walked and walked. 'Bout three hunnerd miles I think. 

What? Oh, Daddy told me we walked for three miles.

But it was a Great walk, no matter how long it was.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you! Thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/816444</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Feb 2013 07:00:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/816444</guid>
		<description>Yummy! Thank you pals for all the yummy candy boxes you sent to Me and my fur family. All that Meatz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yummy! Thank you pals for all the yummy candy boxes you sent to Me and my fur family. All that Meatz&trade; surrounded by dog (and cat) friendly carob.

And you are welcome for all the boxes I (we) sent out. We missed sum of you, 'cause the typist had sum dental work done and she *says* she was in pain. Poor 'scuse for not gettin goodies sent out to All our pals.

Have a super duper day Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tortured</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815996</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 07:30:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815996</guid>
		<description>The other day Mommy took me to the groomer/torture place. Me, all by myself. I was the only dog ther ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other day Mommy took me to the groomer/torture place. Me, all by myself. I was the only dog there 'cause the g/t person had gotten bucked offa her horsie and was limpin 'round the place. She wasn't doin much g/t 'til she felt better.
So's since there were No Witnesses she gave me a real good goin over. I musta blacked out 'cause I can't 'member any of the details. I do 'member Mommy pokin her head in the door but the g/t person hadn't cut off my toenails or yanked out my ear hairs (and made my ears bleed) yet.
Finally, I got to leave. 
Since I blacked out, I don't know fur sure what happened. But let me tell you, that g/t person did sumfin to my cute lil patootie. I been tryin to get to it, can't reach it good so I rub and look pitiful alla time.
Heartless Mommy tells me to "get over it, you're alright." 

I think I need lots 'o cookies. Medicinal cookies. Then I might "get over it".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick for Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815500</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Feb 2013 07:25:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815500</guid>
		<description>Thanks Cooper for the cool pic to celebrate my Diary Pick today!

Still no break in a Nonny Mouse  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks Cooper for the cool pic to celebrate my Diary Pick today!

Still no break in a Nonny Mouse rosettes bein sent out. More and more pups are barkin in that they have gotten the lips with the same message.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/854601">Hershey</a>, smart boy that he is, realized the message "There's a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it" is From the Disney movie The Lady and the Tramp. That puts a new spin on the whole deal. I was thinkin the rosette was from sum pups code named The Lady and the Tramp.
Gotta love this mystery!

I furgot to tell ya bout the mousie that Me, Tux and the garage cat Scooter found the other day. Ya see, there is sum garden hose rolled up out there in one of Mommy's flower beds. We like to sniff and dig 'round in there. Good smells. So, the other day, we sniffed up a mousie. Can't tell ya all the details but Mommy found us all sniffin at the hose. We knew the mousie was there. He was still a-kickin. Good times.
Mommy made Me and Tux go inside. I watched her from the door. She went over to the garage and got a shovel. Then I couldn't see 'xactly what happened but when I got to go out 'gain, the mousie was gone. Boo. That mousie sure woulda been fun to play with. Hope I can find 'nother one sumtime.

Our trails are gone again. Snowed yeserday and then the wind covered up what was left of anything else. Maintainin this place is a lot of work.
I supervise Daddy unless he's out there at very early dark o'clock.

Whereevfur you're at, have a good day filled with barkable stuff!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Very mysterious</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815354</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Feb 2013 04:41:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815354</guid>
		<description>There's been lots of nony mouse rosettes bein sent all over this Dogster place.

I got sum lips. T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's been lots of nony mouse rosettes bein sent all over this Dogster place.

I got sum lips. Thank you to Nony Mouse.
But the message is the real mystery. What you pups think 'bout this:


♥S♥W♥A♥K♥
"There's a great big hunk of world down there, with no fence around it" The Lady and the Tramp." 	



Gimme your ideas of Nony Mouse's real name. I'm stumped.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Constant</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815264</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Feb 2013 10:47:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815264</guid>
		<description>Like clock work. Steady. Continual. Nonstop. Loyal. Faithful. 
Yeah, those are big words I don't ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Like clock work. Steady. Continual. Nonstop. Loyal. Faithful. 
Yeah, those are big words I don't evfur use cause I don't really know what they mean.
But that was me this mornin. 
Constant. 
With my barkin.

I started up when it was still dark thirty. But there was stuff out there that needed to be barked at. 
So I barked. 
When I came in and it was still dark out there, I barked. 
When it was startin to get light out there and Mommy opened the blinds (for me) I barked. When she went downstairs to do her lil exercise thing, I stayed upstairs. And barked.
When we all went outside to mess round while Mommy did her mornin chores, I barked. 
I needed to go poopy. 
I stopped long enough to do that. 
Then I started barkin again.

Mommy keeps tellin me to STOP but I can't help it. I Gotta Bark!
My world is filled with stuff to bark at.

And so it goes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good times!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/815009</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Feb 2013 10:20:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The past few days it has been warmin up 'round My place. Our snow trails are meltin but the snow tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The past few days it has been warmin up 'round My place. Our snow trails are meltin but the snow that is still there is hard and crunchy. I can walk on top of it and not fall in. Sissor said I was an elf, like Legolas in the LotR set of movies. 
And I can hear lil critters unner there. They burrow through the grass unner the snow. I can hear em and even smell em. Haven't caught one yet.
Then yeserday Mega Barkin at a couple of ladies and dogs walkin by My place. Finally sumfin to run along the fence line and BARKBARKBARKBARK them away.
And Daddy took Me and Tux for a walk. We ran a bit, I kept up with Tux, and turned a different way at the corner down there. Haven't been for a walk in a hunnerd years or sumfin.
And the day before the other day I got to help Daddy clean up sum cat food he had spilled out in the garage. He had picked up the food dish so's I would concentrate on the food he had spilled. Yummy!

See? Good times at My place. Come on over if you want. We can listen for the lil critters unner the snow and bark at walkers and maybe we can get Daddy to spill more cat food then we can clean it up!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, that was embarrassin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/814633</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Feb 2013 12:07:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>But since I know you pals won't bark a word of this I'll tell ya 'bout it.

I messed up with my se ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ But since I know you pals won't bark a word of this I'll tell ya 'bout it.

I messed up with my security work. 
Big time.

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Daddy left last night when it was already dark time. Mommy don't go nowhere That late, 'cause she'll turn into a pupkin or sumfin. So anywhos, we stayed home with Mommy. 
When Daddy did get home, I was super duper 'xcited! I went toadally goofy. I was arrooin at him. I was runnin 'round the livin room. I was bouncin offa the couch and his big recliner chair (the one I gave him for Father's Day once upon a time). Good times!
Then Mommy started gettin ready to go to bed. I was back there 'cause Mommy and Daddy were yakkin at each other and I wanted to be with Daddy. They were laughin at me on account a because I was bein so cute and funny.
Daddy went down the hall. 
He started talkin to Sissor.
No one barked at her. No one even heard her come in the back door.
I am so ashamed that I didn't even hear her come in. And where was Tux? He is my backup barker. No barks. 
Embarrassin' no?

Wait, Sissor is all into science fiction stuff. She is even takin a class on the SF junk.

She came in with a transporter beam. Those only makes lil tinklin noises when they move a peepoles from one spot to another.
That's it. A transporter beam.

My rep as top security dog is saved. Right? You guys won't let this get out will you?
Thanks pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weirdness in the dark</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/814355</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Jan 2013 10:15:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>My pawrents are so weird. Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
They was sittin 'round eatin their dinner. Sure s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pawrents are so weird. Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
They was sittin 'round eatin their dinner. Sure smelled good. Roast Beast Meatz&trade; it was.
'Course I didn't get any of it. The ol' "you'll get pantiesrtightus, Zoe". I'm beginnin to think that is a lame 'xcuse and they are just bein selfish. They tell me that when they are eatin salad. Humph.
Boo.
Anyways, they was almost done eatin when they both said, "there it goes."

Mommy started puttin the dishes in the dishwasher to "protect them". Daddy started fishin out sum flashlights. Then Mommy got out a couple of candles.

It started to get dark but my pawrents just sat there, talkin, in the dark. Us pups went outside and nobudy turned on the porch light for us. 
Uh, peepoles, turn on sum lights.
Daddy liked playin with the different flashlights. Mommy had to blow out the candles 'cause the lil kitten cat was fas-in-a-ted by the light and Mommy told the kitten that she would get her whiskers sizzled off.
This continued on for hours and hours. Jus' sittin in the dark, well, with the flashlight shinin it's weird kinda blue light.
They weren't watchin TV. They weren't usin their laptops. 
It was truly borin.

We all went to bed early last night. Even earlier than normal.
And then it got weirder. Right after they turned off the flashlights and I got covered up, they said, "there it is!"
Then they got up outta bed. Went 'round checkin stuff. Mommy made the coffee for in the mornin. Washed sum of the dishes. Flushed the toilets. 
Then we went back to bed.

Such a weird family.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Trail Report</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/814271</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Jan 2013 15:12:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Peepoles got their traffic reports. The weather report. The ski report.
I'm gonna give ya My Trail  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Peepoles got their traffic reports. The weather report. The ski report.
I'm gonna give ya My Trail Report.

Lot's goin on out there the past couple days. Sum of the trails got covered over by driftin snow. Daddy shoveled them out. He even made a couple new trails.
They got covered over. He shoveled them out again.

Today the trails are either gettin covered over again or meltin. Depends on the direction the trails run. The trails that are meltin are all the way down to the brown grass. Makes Mommy so happy when we come in and track brown pieces of grass all over the place. Gives her sumfin to do cleanin up the stuff.
The wind is blowin and the Chicken Culdesac is covered up again. We still plow through there. It's fun!
Daddy's gonna haveta get out there 'gain and clear out the trails.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trails Redux</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813987</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Jan 2013 07:18:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813987</guid>
		<description>We had snow and wind. Zoe Boulevard was gettin filled in. In fact, with all the new white stuff blow ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had snow and wind. Zoe Boulevard was gettin filled in. In fact, with all the new white stuff blowin 'round, it was hard to see any of our coolio trails that Daddy had shoveled for Me.
Yeserday, he got busy re-shovelin. We even got a couple new trails. One, Lilac Lane has been expanded. Now we just needta get offa the patio and take Lilac Lane over to the fence. It's a short deal, but the boys love to pee on the lilac.
Then, and this is Good, Daddy shoveled over there along the fence, behind the lilacs and sum other kinda shrubs so's I don't haveta plow through all the drifts if I needta bark at the deers. 
And we got 'nother short trail to connect Tux Trail and Drover Drive.

I'd have Mommy take sum pictures to post on my page but the picture poster part of Dogster has sum major flea problems. And my captions haven't come back yet either. We are barkin to the Techno Dog 'bout it though.

Stay warm, dry and safe whereevfur you are.

And congrats to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/975468">Pepper</a> for havin the honor of Dog of the Week!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Durn deer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813541</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jan 2013 07:41:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I do love to bark at the deer neighbors. 'Course, I love to bark at anything.
The deer sleep in 'mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I do love to bark at the deer neighbors. 'Course, I love to bark at anything.
The deer sleep in 'mongst the trees in the river bottom. They come out in the mornin to look for eats in the wheat fields and stuff.
My place is in their way from their comin and goin.

I bark at them. Comin and goin.

Last evenin there were a couple of those durn deer Right Over There. Just on the other side of My fence. Of course, I had to bark them away.
Problem was, Daddy hadn't shoveled a path over there on that side of the yard. Over there between some lilacs and other shrubs and the fence. 
I had to plow through 'bout ten, no, make that hunnerd, foots of snow drifts.
If you don't think that takes talent to bark and plow si-mo-ta-nee-us-lee, then you needta think again.

I better ask Daddy to get to shovelin sum more. For me, his cute lil Schnauzer grrl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Our backyard</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813221</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 12:13:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813221</guid>
		<description>'Member I barked 'bout Daddy shovelin a bunch of trails all over the backyard? 
They are really com ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member I barked 'bout Daddy shovelin a bunch of trails all over the backyard? 
They are really comin in handy for us to run 'round on, wander and sniff and poop and pee.
We are usin them so much Mommy and Daddy decided to give the trails names.
Like this:

When you come out the backdoor and down the steps, you can go left or right to cruise along the fence.
That is the longest path and most important for security work.
It is called Zoe Boulevard. 
Now if you take a left at the bottom of the stairs onto Zoe Boulevard, you can then hang a right to get to Poop Place Park. It is a large open area to, well, poop. 
We have Drover Drive. It kinda meanders 'round. 
Then there is Tux Trail and that will take you out to Chicken Cul de sac. 
If you take a right at the bottom of the stairs, Zoe Boulevard turns into Lilac Lane. Doesn't that sound nice? It has a poop pullout too. 

I think Daddy should build sum road signs and maybe even put up sum traffic lights. If I wore clothes and junk I could be the traffic control dog. And give the other pets tickets. They could pay me in cookies.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The jogger man and his dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/813009</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 13:02:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It is still cold 'round my place. But that doesn't stop us from bein outside and providin security.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is still cold 'round my place. But that doesn't stop us from bein outside and providin security. 
And even though it is still cold, the eye doctor jogger man and his big chocolate lab went past while we were outside early this mornin.
All 3 of us saw them comin along the road. Oh yeah, one of the other neighbor's dogs was joggin with them. So we had one jogger man and 2 dogs to bark at.
We were really goin at it.
'Specially when that big chocolate lab came runnin up to the fence, barkin and a-snarlin at the 3 of us. He made skid marks in the snow, he was comin so fast and the fence was right in front of him. Mommy was inside tappin hard on the window. The dog turned 'round to get back on the road. All 3 of us barkin skeered him off.
That or the jogger man called him to come back.
That's right, git offa my place.

We went in after that. It was still cold out there and we needed to warm up and clam down.
Daddy said that big chocolate lab looked like a big turd runnin down the road. :-0
Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A great surprise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812767</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 12:13:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Ok, so we go outside and come inside 'bout a gazillion times a day. 
But if Mommy sees sum one pull ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so we go outside and come inside 'bout a gazillion times a day. 
But if Mommy sees sum one pullin into our drive, we have to stay in. Unless it's the mailman. Then we go out to bark at him while she gets the package at the front door. 

Yeserday, I told the guys I was goin out. Tux came along. 
We headed out and to my surprise there was a pick-em-up truck turnin 'round in our drive! Then the guy even got out and started throwin out fire wood. 

Do I even have to tell you? 
We were all over that with our barkin. Jus' like flies on stink.

One of the trails that Daddy had shoveled for us was over by the fence next to the driveway. That way we could get over there without high-centerin in the deep snow. 

Tux was layin down bark cover to keep the guy outta our yard. The guy stayed busy tossin out wood from his truck. I heard and saw a lil dog in the cab of the truck. He was barkin at me. I was barkin at him. I tol' him to stay in that truck and don't you dare get outta that truck.
He stayed in that truck.

Drover joined the fray sum time in there. I was too busy barkin to notice but it was good to have all 3 of us barkin. Gotta protect our place. That guy didn't have all his teeth. Can't trust sum body with missin teeth.

In a bit Tux tol' me Mommy was hollerin at us. "All dogs come!" 
Don't give in Tux! We gotta keep up the defense!

But he gave up. The lure of the promised cookie was too strong. Drover gave up too. He is such a momma's boy.

I was left alone out there to defend the whole place!

That's when I did hear Mommy. She was callin to Me to come in an' get a cookie. 

I decided that was enough barkin. It was cold out there anyways. I went in, got my cookie and started to bark again.

I barked good riddance to that guy when he pulled away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where'd they go?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812511</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 07:13:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812511</guid>
		<description>My photo captions! Where'd they go? I don't even know how long they been gone. Mine are gone. Tux's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My photo captions! Where'd they go? I don't even know how long they been gone. Mine are gone. Tux's are gone. Drover's are there. I even looked and the kitty cats' are messed up. Sum have captions on sum of their pictures, sum don't.

What r go on? I hope they show up sumtime. I am awfully clever with my captions.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Loops, minuses and trails</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812276</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 08:36:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812276</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! I am climbin back on the Diary Pick Loop-Dee-Loop! Two days in a row and I didn't even bark ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! I am climbin back on the Diary Pick Loop-Dee-Loop! Two days in a row and I didn't even bark a new entry. Save those zealies Pals, times are tough and you need to stock pile. Don't spend 'em furvolussly on lil me.

It is dog gone cold here Pals. I don't recommend you comin for a visit until we get outta these negative temperatures. It is 'bout -10 right now and earlier it was 'bout -20 at My place.

But, and this is a good but, Daddy has scooped us more snow trails. Now all we have ta do is wander 'round and find the perfect spot to tinkle or poop. 'Course Tux has longer legs so's he gets off the trails to poop and then Mommy has to get off the trail to scoop. 
Drover has been havin back end problems. The cold makes him not be able to walk and his back legs go all wonky. The peepoles sumtimes carry him up the back steps. He even went to the vet the other day. After lookin him over, the vet thought he had a New-row-lodge-ic-all problem and there isn't much they could do to help him. Sumtimes Drover is fine and plays and stuff. Sumtimes the back legs jus' don't work good like they should. And the vet did hear a heart murmur. But he asked if Drover had a cough, that kinda goes along with a heart murmur. No, Drover doesn't have a cough so that is good. 

Anywhos that is what is happenin 'round My place. 
Don't worry 'bout me, I am warm and cozy and I can always find sumfin to bark at.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Again!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812250</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 05:36:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812250</guid>
		<description>I am gettin back in the Diary Pick Loop-Dee-Loop. I didn't even bark nuthin new yeserday. I was thin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am gettin back in the Diary Pick Loop-Dee-Loop. I didn't even bark nuthin new yeserday. I was thinkin of stuff. Maybe I sent it telly-path-e-tic-ally to Dogster and they picked That Diary entry. Bol! I will try to get the typist to, well, type for me later today.

Thank you Cooper for the cool picture. And Pals, save your rosettes, you are always Too generous.

Later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow trails</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/812080</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 16:25:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>So that bluzzard we had yeserday left all kinds of snow drifts all over. In the road. In our drivewa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So that bluzzard we had yeserday left all kinds of snow drifts all over. In the road. In our driveway. In My yard.
But not to worry. When I went outside this mornin, Daddy had shoveled trails for us out there in the yard. One trail went over to the poop bucket. You know, so that Mommy could get to the pooper scooper stuff. One trail went out to the chicken yard. So's Mommy could get to the chickens to see if they we doin alright. And Daddy had shoveled a couple of places, just for us pups. One along the fence and then it cuts back 'round to the chicken yard path. We can run 'round and pee and poop without gettin too much snow on our tummies.
Thank you Daddy!

Once this afternoon, Drover made his own path. 
He went 'round behind some bushes where the snow wasn't so deep. But then he kept goin to where there was a deep drift. Me and Mommy saw him flounderin over there. We headed over. Mommy to help Drover. Me to tell him what a goof ball he was bein. Before we got to him, he pulled a 180 and got goin the not-so-much-snow way out. I met him over behind the bushes and gave him what-for for goin in the deep snow. He is a dum bunny sumtimes.

Now it's 'bout time for Daddy to be gettin home. 
Snuggle time!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bluzzard</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/811944</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Jan 2013 11:57:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It is a dog gone blustery blizzard at My place.
It started out warm this morning. Then it got colde ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is a dog gone blustery blizzard at My place.
It started out warm this morning. Then it got colder and started to snow. And the wind started up.
Now our back steps have snow and ice. It is dang-er-oos out there. Mommy tossed sum pet-friendly ice melt stuff and it purt near blew away. I may need to stay inside to potty. I might blow away or fall into a snow drift out there. 
It is just flat white lookin out My big window when I sit on My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Hard to see stuff I needta bark at. I still manage though, don't worry 'bout Me not bein able to bark.

I just hope Daddy makes it home alright. He has to drive 'bout 35 miles on the snowy/icy roads. I need to curl up on his lap.

Until then, I'll be next to the wood stove if you need me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A cat toy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/811770</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jan 2013 07:44:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Now you know I got cats 'round here. Lots of cats. With lots of cats comes lots of cat toys. Lil bal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now you know I got cats 'round here. Lots of cats. With lots of cats comes lots of cat toys. Lil balls that Mommy crochets. Lil tennis ball lookin balls. Fish shaped toys. Mousie lookin toys.
Lots of toys.
Now after readin this diary entry title you might think I am gonna bark 'bout one of those kinda cat toys.
But no, I am barkin 'bout a different kind of cat toy.
A Real cat.
Awhile back I think I barked 'bout a lil kitten that showed up in front of our garage. Mommy is lazy and never has made a Catster page for the lil cat. And like, so what? It's a cat. No big deal. 
Bol!
Anywho, that lil cat is still here. She went away a few days ago and came back smellin of the V.E.T. Now she has a shaved spot on her tummy and a lil zipper lookin thing. She was kinda puny for a few days after that but now she is in top form for a kitten. An active kitten. She plays with those cat toys and messes up rugs and all kinds of stuff.
And I like to play with her. She is a fun cat toy.
Lemme tell ya bout it.
Mommy was downstairs doin that Card-ee-o thing she Sumtimes does. Me and that kitten had our own thing goin. She would run 'round the treadmill deal. I would chase her 'round that. Then she would duck unner the treadmill and hiss at me. Then she would come out and run over to the granny's recliner, it's bein stored down there. She would run 'round that and I would look for her.
Once she even disappeared from that recliner. Mommy was kinda laughin while I went alla way 'round the recliner. Couldn't find that kitten. Hmmm. Sumhow she had gotten back over at the treadmill.
She is a fun kitten to play with. She doesn't hiss at me - much. And she doesn't flash those sharp daggers at me either.

I did get hollered at the other day. I went after the kitten, she smelled funny comin back from the vet. I got bossy with her and to get away from me, she jumped through the railin and down the stairs.
I wasn't 'posed to be bossy. Oops.

It is fun havin a cat toy to play with. I recommend you get one too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Was I dreamin?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/811382</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Jan 2013 07:40:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I been thinkin 'bout sumfin that happened here the other day. I might have been dreamin but it seems ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I been thinkin 'bout sumfin that happened here the other day. I might have been dreamin but it seems real enough. Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
So Sissor had been home for a few days for Christmas and to wash her laundry and eat our food and play games on her laptop.
Every now and then she would come out to the livin room and sit. Drinkin coffee, wakin up. 
But there was one time in the afternoon she came out and sat. She and Mommy were talkin. Borin stuff 'bout tea and yarn and junk.
I got on Sissor's lap. She didn't yell at me and shove me off.

She petted me. 
She was nice to me.

What do you pups think? Was I dreamin? You know Sissor. She don't never bring me nuthin. She hollers at me to stop barkin. She Never gives me no cookies when she is pup-sittin us.

I *think* it really happened. Did it? Or maybe that wasn't really Sissor but sum alien that looked like Sissor. 
Hmm.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's cold</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/811032</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jan 2013 06:09:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/811032</guid>
		<description>Don't worry, it's not too cold to bark. But it is dog gone cold jus' the same.
Right now at early,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't worry, it's not too cold to bark. But it is dog gone cold jus' the same.
Right now at early, still dark outside, o'clock it's -9 degrees at My place. I did the fancy math and that is -22 in that Celsius stuff my Canadianna pals use.
See what I mean? 
Cold. 
This pup is gonna stay inside either glommed around the woodstove or rolled up in a cute lil Zoeball on My loveseat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Odds and ends</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/810094</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 10:10:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/810094</guid>
		<description>Not much goin on round my place. Well, it's snowin and real foggy so I can't See much goin on.

I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not much goin on round my place. Well, it's snowin and real foggy so I can't See much goin on.

I sure hope all you pals had a very merry Christmas. I hope you got lots of toys and treats and a lot of Christmas dinner.
I didn't. Well, from my family. They kept remindin me of my spot removal and the Cone they had to pay for. And the whole house started smellin real good. Ham. Do you know much that smells like bacon? And the smell is still 'round today. It's enough to make a pup crazy! Course, we can't have any ham, on account a because we'd get pantiesrtightus (pancreatitis). Ok, yes, I did get sum sweet potatoes. A tiny bite.
Oh well. But thank you pals who did send me some yummy cookies and fun toys. I love to get packages and the mailman didn't fail me this year, thanks to sum of you pals.

Hold on.

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!! 

'Scuse me. There are sum peepoles over there in the field. They are goose huntin. They are rearrangin their decoys and stretchin their legs. Gotta bark at that. 
Oh, I think they are packin up the decoys for the day. I'm gonna head outside to bark at them.

~~~Hours later~~~

Ok, I'm back.

I got to go out to the garage yeserday with Daddy. Got to snatch sum cat food. Then he told me to stop and leave it. I stopped. But I was close enuf to lean my lil body and grab sum more cat food. I didn't move my feet. I just leaned, kinda in slow motion.
That cat food sure is good.

Not much else happenin round here. Oh yeah, I have a diary pick today. That's cool.

I hope you have a good barkin day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Who's Annie Ver Sarie?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/809483</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 12:20:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/809483</guid>
		<description>Sumbody named Annie Ver Sarie is gonna be here tomorrow. Daddy and Mommy have been invitin her aroun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sumbody named Annie Ver Sarie is gonna be here tomorrow. Daddy and Mommy have been invitin her around for the past 25 years, or so they say.
And they are gonna take her with them to a movie. My family is So weird. They wanna go see sum lil hobbit guy and sum dwarfes go on an adventure.

Maybe they will take Annie out to eat too. And maybe Annie is nice and will bring me back a doggie bag filled with goodies! 

A lil dog can dream.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A cone-free Diary Pick!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/809119</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 17:20:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/809119</guid>
		<description>Life is good. Cone-free. Granny-free. A Diary Pick for Me! Thanks for all the rosettes some of you s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life is good. Cone-free. Granny-free. A Diary Pick for Me! Thanks for all the rosettes some of you sent to my page!

And I am back and barkin, lemme tell ya. Yep, back on My Love-Seat-Look-Out barkin at anything and everything!
The brown truck dood was here when Mommy wasn't. Great barkin from inside the house.
Then later a different kinda big truck backed in and stole Sissor's lil white Kia Sportage away. The one that got it's back in kinda squished by the old guy textin.
We were in the yard barkin at the truck driver guy to leave it alone but Mommy didn't even try to stop the guy. Hard to believe that she would be all friendly while we  was bein robbed. 

Anywhos, we've had a busy day. I am gonna take a well-deserved snooze before it's time for bed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The cone-free zone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808921</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Dec 2012 08:04:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808921</guid>
		<description>I am still cone-free! I got to sleep without the durn thing. I can still sneak in a few licks but th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am still cone-free! I got to sleep without the durn thing. I can still sneak in a few licks but then I just switch over to my paws.
It's real good when the Granny sees me lickin. She either says: a. nuthin or b. you shouldn't be lickin. 
She doesn't get on me like Mommy and Daddy do. So I can lick away to my hearts content.
But soon, My place will be a granny-free zone. Daddy is takin her to sum salty lake to fly away to another son's place in Ball-tee-more or sumplace. They will be leavin this afternoon 'cause a snow storm is 'spossed to happen.
Mommy is prayin her flight will be able to leave on time and Daddy can get home tomorrow.
Then we can all run 'round the house nekkid. Ok, jus kiddin. But we will be glad to have our place back the way it was before she came to stay. And stay. And stay.
Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>cone - free, for now</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808859</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Dec 2012 16:46:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808859</guid>
		<description>I am so sad. Kiddin!
Mommy took off my cone this affernoon. She put Drover's green stripy t-shirt o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am so sad. Kiddin!
Mommy took off my cone this affernoon. She put Drover's green stripy t-shirt on me. You know, my hipster t-shirt. 
She put sum anti-itchy stuff on and then sprayed my leggie spot with bitter apple junk.

I gotta lick sumfin! So I licked my back paw, not the removed spot on my leg.
Then I kinda licked my front paws.

But the peepoles kept tellin me to "leave it" and when I did they told me I was a "good girl". 

So, for now anyways, I am cone free.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's ok, I like my cone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808579</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Dec 2012 11:14:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808579</guid>
		<description>Ok, so I went to the vet. Dr. Tony took out my stitches. I was a good girl and didn't lick on the wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I went to the vet. Dr. Tony took out my stitches. I was a good girl and didn't lick on the way to the vet or while I was at the vet.

He told Mommy to keep the cone on me for a couple more days. 

Got home, licked my removed spot spot while I was in the yard.
Got the cone put back on. Mommy put sum kinda cream stuff on the spots.

But that's ok. I Like my cone. Really.
I can wear my cone and lay on a dog bed and face the wall. 
So's I can't hear the peepoles laughing at me.
And when I bark, it's good an' loud. Like a amp-lee-fi-er.
And it takes talent to get a drink with the cone on. I've learned to back away with my head down so's I don't spill any water from the dish. Mommy sumtimes makes the back-up beepin sound like big trucks and equipment does.

So there. I want to leave the cone on. Furever. It's a part of who I am.
Really.

And I am Sooo happy for Tux bein the Dog of the Day. Yippee.


*SOB*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She dresses me funny and then tortures me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808429</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Dec 2012 05:23:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808429</guid>
		<description>Pups, I can't shake this durn cone! It is on Alla Time.
At least Mommy kinda folds it back when I e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I can't shake this durn cone! It is on Alla Time.
At least Mommy kinda folds it back when I eat my few bites of breakfast food. Then when she doles out cookies, she holds the cone so's I can find the cookie in her hand.
So since I can't lick any of my furry body parts, I have taken to lickin the inside of the cone. You know, cookie crums, stuff outta my grrl beard, whatever I can find in there. 
Last night, I was standin there, lookin pitiful, at Mommy in bed. Had my conehead right in her face. Hopin she would take off the stinkin cone.

She told me I stunk.

I can't help it. Take off the stinkin cone so's I can get a breath of fresh air once in awhile. My beard needs to air out.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617279">Misty</a> and Her pack of minions sent Me a Christmas card. Inside it was a Bacon Air Freshener. 

Mommy told Daddy she should hang it in my cone. Can you imagine smellin Bacon and not bein able to eat it? That would be pure torture.

This whole deal is gonna get Mommy on Santa's naughty list.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On, off, on</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808233</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Dec 2012 06:29:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/808233</guid>
		<description>That's the way it is. 
I had a Diary Pick on Sunday. Not yeserday. And I got a Diary Pick today.
T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's the way it is. 
I had a Diary Pick on Sunday. Not yeserday. And I got a Diary Pick today.
Thanks Pals for the rosettes, messages and Forrest and crew for cool piccies. Well, Redford made the piccie for me on Sunday. Bol!

And the cone. It was on. Then we tried the skinny jeans and hipster t-shirt (Bol!, thanks Misty, fashion queen). Rubbed off the pants. Pants got pinned on. Pants got baggier and baggier til the t-shirt neck was pulled nearly to my waist. Pants and t-shirt came off.
Cone is back on for good now. *sigh* 

Gotta go to the vet in a couple of days or sumfin to have the stitches taken out. Wonder if the cone can come off then. I may still have to lick my removed spot places. But I think the cone can be gone then. I won't be able to lick open the cut places. 
Cone-B-Gone for good! Hope, hope, hope!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Again with the cone head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807949</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Dec 2012 06:53:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807949</guid>
		<description>Well, the cutsie lil t-shirt and pantses were short lived. I managed to rub the pants off so Daddy p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, the cutsie lil t-shirt and pantses were short lived. I managed to rub the pants off so Daddy pinned them on me. But for the night time, I slept with the cone. And I haveta have the cone today so's the Granny don't have to get the pantses off and on me when I potty.

Mommy and Daddy are leavin us here with the Granny for a few hours or sumfin. They are helpin Sissor shop for a new (for her) vehicle. Ya see, the Wednesday night right afore Thanksgiving, she was headin home. 
She got rear-ended by some 91 year old guy drivin a big tank of a car. Probly he was textin too. Anywho, his insurance is "toadalin" her lil SUV and she needs a car to drive to Boise next weekend for the openin night of The Hobbit movie.
Yeah, she's weird. At least she admits it.  

So I am stuck bein a conehead, at least until Mommy and Daddy get back home.

Get the first car you see Sissor, don't dawdle.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The cone is off</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807895</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Dec 2012 15:09:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807895</guid>
		<description>For now, the cone is off. 
Now I am dressed in an old t-shirt of Drover's from when he had a bunch  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For now, the cone is off. 
Now I am dressed in an old t-shirt of Drover's from when he had a bunch of warts removed. And I am sportin a pair of baby pants with a hole cut out for my tail.

I look like a boy.

And the peepoles are laughin at me. The hole for my tail is big enough for if I go poopy. If I need to tinkle, the pants will have to come off.

And on top of it all, I had to go out in Public with the cone. I got groomed/tortured today.

So 'barrassin.

Will the madness never end?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm still a cone head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807685</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Dec 2012 08:15:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807685</guid>
		<description>Coco Rose suggested usin a baby sock and some tapey stuff on my leg and wearin my jammies to cover m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Coco Rose suggested usin a baby sock and some tapey stuff on my leg and wearin my jammies to cover my removed spot on my side.
Daddy tried it. The removed spot on my leg is up too high. No lil sock would cover it and the bandage stuff just slid back down. I guess maybe suspenders might work. Maybe they can rig up sumfin else with a bigger sock but I gotta keep my lil girl parts uncovered so I can tinkle and poopy.

Until then, I am a cone head.

And, No Harley Davidson, I am not sendin out any kind of 'ception for your Smart Phone. Of course, if I did, it would be for a Smart Phone, not a dum phone. ;-)

I am gettin better at man-oo-ver-in round. I made it up to My Love-Seat-Look-Out this morin and barked at sum new cows in the neighbor's field. 
Tough, Granny, you better take your naps in your room, not your recliner. And get ready, we are 'spectin the FedEx truck today!

But I did bump into the baby gate at the end of the hall this mornin. Knocked it over. I mostly find a doggie bed and park my fuzzy tush there.
And Daddy noticed that I must wag my head when I walk. Or maybe it's my shoulders 'cause the cone waves back and forth when I walk.

At least they take the stinkin cone offa me so's I can eat. And I was able to get in sum good lickin on my side this mornin. After I ate, I went outside to potty. I was out there a long time, lickin, and then I pooped. Came inside and had to have the cone again.

Yeserday the mailman said I looked like I had a speaker on my head. And Mommy said I would go deaf from my barkin bein amplified. Grrr.

I am surrounded by comedians. Includin you pups.

Even so, I hope you have a nice day. You don't have to wear a cone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good news and bad news</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807453</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Dec 2012 15:03:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807453</guid>
		<description>Good news. The cutesie lil Christmas jammies are off. They only kept me from lickin on the spot on m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good news. The cutesie lil Christmas jammies are off. They only kept me from lickin on the spot on my side, not the spot on my leg.

Bad news. Cone of Shame. This is so toadally 'barrassin. I am the first. The first Ever of Any pets Mommy has Ever had in her entire, super long life that has had to wear the stinkin COS.

I can barely move. No way can I lick the spots now. I am like a furry statue with a stoopid "Comfy Collar". Comfy my asp.

Well, I did manage to jump onto Sissor's bed while Mommy takes this dictation for me.

Oh yeah, and be sure to notice the reflective tape all round the collar. So's WHEN I RUN AWAY tonight, the folks will be able to see me in the car head lights. 

My life is over. Kaput. The joy is gone.
Plus my beautiful stick-up ears are smooshed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807327</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Dec 2012 15:16:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807327</guid>
		<description>I am home! I had to tinkle and tinkle and tinkle sum more at the vets' grassy place. I got sum food  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am home! I had to tinkle and tinkle and tinkle sum more at the vets' grassy place. I got sum food and sum cookies and I made a lil poopy and Mommy is tellin me not to lick my side and now I think I will take a nap.

*The vet called the black spot a sebaceous cyst. She actually had a couple removed and she will probably get more as she ages. The vet wasn't concerned and thought the bump was benign. He said bumps are common on Schnauzers.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm starvin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807275</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Dec 2012 06:32:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807275</guid>
		<description>Why didn't Mommy feed me? Why won't she feed me now, even with my cute fuzzy self sittin in the &quot;bre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why didn't Mommy feed me? Why won't she feed me now, even with my cute fuzzy self sittin in the "breakfast spot"?
I am hongry. 
I'm weak. I may pass out from bein so hongry.

Wait a minute. Sumfin is up. I just heard Daddy say, "I'll take her, she wants to drive."
Maybe I'll head to McD's for breakfast!

This is gonna work out just fine.

Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Out Durn Spot!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807003</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Dec 2012 07:54:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/807003</guid>
		<description>Well, the durn black spot didn't go away. And it's buggin me. I lick at it. I rub along furniture. I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, the durn black spot didn't go away. And it's buggin me. I lick at it. I rub along furniture. It torments me.
It was feelin fine while I was on my meds but as soon as those were gone, back with the tormentation.
So, Mommy called the vet man. Gonna do what he says is best thing to do.

I go in Monday and I guess they will use some kinda spot remover on me. I can't have any breakfast Monday mornin! Argh! But I should be back home on Monday late afternoon.

At least my spot removal won't cost as much dinero as the operation <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/553913">Doo</a> has to have on Tuesday. Please send her (and her Mom) plenty of PoP so's that she will have a speedy recovery. She has a bad leg and the 'spensive dogtor Finally found out how to fix her up. 

Hope you have a very barky day Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Furry poop?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/806802</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Nov 2012 11:03:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Ok, so you pups know 'bout our lilac leaves that have turned purply-brown layin in the grass that fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so you pups know 'bout our lilac leaves that have turned purply-brown layin in the grass that fool Mommy into thinkin they are our poops.
They are still out there. Some blew away. Some got picked up but there are still some out there. So Mommy wanders all over the place thinkin she sees poop when it's only a leaf.
And usually the leaves and poops are frosty first thing in the mornin when we all head out and Mommy scoops.
Like this mornin. Frosty leaves. Frosty poop. 
Then she spotted what looked like frosty runny poop. She wondered who had pooped poop that soft that it just looked like a little frosty blob layin in the grass. You know how our pawrents are 'bout our poops. They are fascinated with it.
Anywho, this was all frosty and blobby and when she got closer with the scooper, she could see it was also Fuzzy.

It weren't really poop.

It was some lil critter. A lil dead critter. Jus' layin in the cold, frosty grass lookin like a blob of frosty poop.
She scooped it up so's we wouldn't come along later and munch that lil cold, frosty blob o' critter. 

Come to find out, Daddy knew the story. GeorgieCat had that lil critter on the back doormat. Daddy didn't want us pups to munch it so he flung it. It didn't make it over the fence like he hoped it would. And it was dark and cold so he hoped for the best that we would't find that lil critter or that GeorgieCat wouldn't go tryin to find it either.

So good thing Mommy found that lil frosty, furry critter. 
Mommy says "thank you, Daddy" for that lil surprise.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's My time to bark</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/806644</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Nov 2012 07:33:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I bark. When I bark, then Tux and Drover start to bark.
It's sumfin peepoles just learn to deal wit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I bark. When I bark, then Tux and Drover start to bark.
It's sumfin peepoles just learn to deal with 'round here.

The Grandma doesn't move 'round too much. From the bedroom, to the bathroom, to the kitchen and to her recliner in the living room. Our house is small. She doesn't get much exercise stuff. 
So when she shuffles out to her chair and kicks back for a snooze, too bad. She oughta learn to go back to bed.
I barked at the jogger man that goes by. Oh! And now he has 2, count 'em, 2 dogs joggin along with him! Double, no triple bark threat!
Mommy was somewhere's else this mornin when the man and his dogs went by. She didn't come to let us out, like she usually does. Well, it took her awhile. You could barely hear the toilet flushin 'cause of our barkin. Bol!
 
Too bad if our barkin woke you up Grandmalady.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Scored sum bread!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/806162</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Nov 2012 08:58:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woo Hoo! It was great while it lasted. 
Mommy was washin dishes. The Grandma was eating a turdkey s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! It was great while it lasted. 
Mommy was washin dishes. The Grandma was eating a turdkey sammich at the kitchen table. She was givin Me and Tux sum bites of bread under the table.
Yummy!

Then Mommy asked her what she was feedin us. 
Told her not to do that anymore.

Boo.

Maybe she will "forget" and give us sum other stuff sumtime when Mommy don't see her doin it. 
 Paws crossed!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm subdubbed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/805846</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 07:15:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off gotta bark out good wishes for Sophie Happy Gotcha Day brindle grrl!
And it's the Big Dog ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off gotta bark out good wishes for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1166394">Sophie</a> Happy Gotcha Day brindle grrl!
And it's the Big Dog's birthday. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> turns 8 years old today.
Pawty hardy pups!

Ok, so's I been takin my meds to get my black spot to stop oozing. It has. Stopped oozing. Hopefully it will clear up and disappear. Who wants to go round with a black spot on their cute lil side? I mean, I've watched Muppet's Treasure Island. I know the black spot is a bad deal to have.

But since the Grandma person has been here, I've been more quiet. Don't worry, I still bark. Why, just yeserday, the mailman knocked on the door and we went toadally bark-listic! But for the most part, it's kinda quiet round My place. 
Mommy thought at first it was cause of my black spot makin me not feel good. But the days that Daddy took the Grandma to Colorado, I was back to my regular barky self.
Then they got back and back into the blue funk I went. For those of you with old pawrents, you can find out what blue funk is. If your pawrents are spring chickens, you'll have to google.
But I am subdubbed. Quiet like. I don't bark at evfurry single vehicle that goes by My place.
I dunno. Maybe I'm catchin the clam and quiet vibe the Grandma gives off. That and B.O. She doesn't shower very often and she must be 'llergic to soap 'cause she doesn't use it.
She doesn't move fast, if at all. She isn't loud. She does drop food crums. I scored some brownie crums once before Mommy could hold me back, get past the Grandma and get the broom and dust pan. 
I hope I get better. Axfurly, Mommy hopes I get better too. She misses me barkin at evfurry lil thing. Well, and she probly misses hollerin at me.
It's the way things work round here. 

And I had me a Diary pick sum other day. I didn't even bark bout that.
Thanks for the rosies and messages sum of you sent.

And have a super duper Thanksgiving. That's to all my 'Merican pals. I know you Canandiana pups already celebrated.

Bark on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I can drive!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/805394</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 11:47:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, maybe I better not bark too loud 'cause I don't have a license. But Daddy let me drive to the ve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, maybe I better not bark too loud 'cause I don't have a license. But Daddy let me drive to the vet's place.
Usually I ride in the passenger seat and then jump down on the floor. Oh, I mean, Drover pushes me down on the floor. I try to dig outta the car.
This time with Daddy, he let me drive! It was fun! He wouldn't go as fast as I wanted him too. He used the gas peddle of course. But I got to steer!
I tried not to turn at the vet corner but Daddy made me. :-/

Ok, so the vet gave me a good goin over. I have some meds to take to see if my oozey bump clears up. I have some Prednisone and Clavamox. They taste yummy when wrapped in a dab of cheese.
If the bump doesn't clear up and go away by a couple of weeks after the meds are done, I have to go under the knife! OH NO!
I would have a big ol' scar on my side! 
Let's hope the meds will do the trick.

But maybe Daddy will let me drive and we can go get milk shakes! That's a good idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy's plumber's helper</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/805388</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Nov 2012 09:34:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so the Grandma lady is here with us now. She was here for a few days and then Daddy took her to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so the Grandma lady is here with us now. She was here for a few days and then Daddy took her to the Colorado place. They did sum stuff there and now they are back. She will be with us for awhile. A Long while until she flies to her 'nother son who lives in Merryland or sumplace afore Christmas.
Anywho, I am bein Daddy's plumber's helper right now. 
Lemme 'splain.

For Daddy's birthday yeserday, he got a new bathroom faucet for the bathroom the Grandma lady uses. The faucet in there is kinda old and hard for her to get the water to come on.
So Daddy is changin out the old faucet with the new one. I been helpin, mostly supervisin.
Maybe it will be easier for her to use. You know, so's that she will Wash her hands after goin potty!!! 
She has a lot of 'scuses why she doesn't wash her hands. She forgets. She is gonna wash at the kitchen sink. She says she does wash when my pawrents know she doesn't. She doesn't use soap. She says she takes soap in with her. Not.
They got some of that liquid hand Santa-Tizer stuff for her too.
The pawrents are gettin grossed out thinkin 'bout her Not washin then rummagin 'round in the fridge for sumthin to eat. If you come here, don't eat the grapes (we shouldn't eat grapes anyways) or outta one package of sliced cheese or the cottage cheese either. Those are fur sure what she likes to eat. 
Hmm, I started out tellin you 'bout me helpin Daddy and then it turned into a mini-rant 'bout the Grandma lady.
Bol!
Pray for both Mommy and Daddy while the Grandma lady is here. It's gonna seem like a super long time afore she flies away.

Oh, and Daddy is gonna take me to the vet in awhile. I have a black bump thing on my side. You can maybe even see it in sum of my pictures. I've had it a long time. The vet thought it had to do with food allergies. That was a long time ago and the bump never went away even though I eat a different food and we are careful 'bout my snacks too.
Anywho, the bump is botherin me. Sumtimes there is *Gross Alert* pus comin out of it. I lick at it and it makes me wiggle and squirm. 
So I will let you know what the vet thinks this day. Daddy is gonna take me 'cause he 'splains things better than Mommy.

Later pals. Here's hopin you have tons of things to bark at today. And if not, make up stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Which way did they go?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/804974</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 07:42:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We was jus' snoozin. Mommy quietly got up from her bowl o' granola and put on her coat. Then she put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We was jus' snoozin. Mommy quietly got up from her bowl o' granola and put on her coat. Then she put on Daddy's boots. They jus' slip on, kinda quick like.
We knew she was headin outside so Me and Tux went with her. I hustled over to the one side of the yard where I can see the road real good. Mommy went over to the other side of the yard. Then she clapped her hands. 
That's when I saw it.
A horse. In My front yard. Then I saw 'nother one out in the road.
Mommy's clappin made the horse leave the yard and then both horses went down the lil road-ette by the wheat field over there. 
We barked at the horses when they came into view 'round our barn and garage.

We came back in.

Purdy soon, Drover had to go do some "privacy please" stuff. He takes a long time evfurrytime he goes out.
But we heard him barkin. Me and Tux wanted back outside to see what Drover was barkin at.
Ok, so Drover is white. We have some snow out there. The snow is white. We got out there, could hear Drover barkin but couldn't see him in the usual sentry points.
I ran over there. Nuthin to see and no Drover. Tux did some bob and weave moves, maybe even a couple of spins, lookin to see where Drover was.
Then he barked again.
Drover was at the back fence! He was gettin in some more barks at the 2 horses! Then we saw those horses. Ran back there and joined in to help.
Now the horses have moseyed off. We aren't sure where they belong but have an idea they belong to the nother neighbor. The neighbor with the 2 LWDs. When sumone comes to feed them, they will see they are out and put them back where they belong.
They will be fine. And if they come 'round here again, I will bark at them, fur sure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/804303</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Nov 2012 18:20:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow pups! You sure made Me and Tux's Diary Picks today special!

My typist, who spent the day Yakk ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow pups! You sure made Me and Tux's Diary Picks today special!

My typist, who spent the day Yakkin with Grandma, is gonna have to bark our thank yous in My diary.

So THANK YOU from Me and Tux!


And I think there is a new furmily member. Tonight when Daddy was gettin the garage cats tucked in and we was all outside messin 'round, there was a lil kitten hangin out in front of the garage. She was friendly but one of her back legs is gimpy.

Peekin 'round the end of the garage, we could tell Mommy and Daddy were settin up food, water, a lil cat potty box and a snuggley bed for the lil cat. In our old, yucky camp trailer. We have two. The old yucky one would work just great for a lil stray cat.

My folks are such softies.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick for Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/804239</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Nov 2012 07:25:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/804239</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! Seems like a really long time since I've had me a Diary Pick! But I got one today! I wonder ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! Seems like a really long time since I've had me a Diary Pick! But I got one today! I wonder if I get back in the Diary Pick Time Loop Continuum. I hope so! Bol!
I wanna tell ya thanks for the comments and messages and rosettes right now.
Thank you!

So the grandma person is here. We sure barked her up when she came in the yard with Daddy. She's been here a couple hours or days and now we are purdy cool with her. She is quiet, doesn't move around much and smells funny. 
Yesterday, Daddy carried in a recliner for her. You know, so's I still have room on My Love-Seat-Look-Out and she has a place to sit and snooze. It's gettin a little bit crowded in our lil livin room.

Oh and it was a good day for barkin yeserday! A lady walkin her lil dog was back there and then over there around our place. Then some walkers and a lil mini Aussie walked past My place. And then with the other usual stuff, it was good.

And since the grandma lady is sleepin in Brother's room, Mommy had to move her junk outta there. Her yarn went downstairs and her laptop moved into Sissor's room. I found a great place to snooze. Sissor has lots of pillows on her bed. I hop right up there and make myself very comfy. I was even up there last night when Mommy and Daddy went to bed. Mommy had to call to me to, well, come to bed. Bol!

Thanks for readin my lil diary.
Have a bark-filled day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Longest Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/803933</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Nov 2012 13:40:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Gah! Why do the peepoles gotta mess with time? This has to be the longest day of the year.
Of cours ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Gah! Why do the peepoles gotta mess with time? This has to be the longest day of the year.
Of course, Tux got up at his normal time. He and Daddy get up at 4am. I know, red-ic-u-louse. But of course, this mornin, Tux's infernal alarm was goin off at the regular time but since the clocks were turded back afore we went to bed they all were tellin us it was like 3. 
Daddy is at NG drill. So's Mommy had to get up to let Tux go outside to tinkle. At least I heard her tellin Tux to go back to bed.
I stayed all snuggled under the covers like a smart dog.
Mommy waited it out and got up at when the clock showed 5am. Still red-ic-u-louse huh? The day starts early on the farm. Or sumfin. 
Of course, that was Really 6am or breakfast time. Mommy told Tux and Drover (who was also awake by then) that she wasn't gonna get them in the habit of eatin That early.
I was still snuggled under the covers. Still smart. 
Until I heard breakfast gettin ready. Then I was there in a flash!

But the day wears on. Bein it's Sunday, the traffic is kinda slow out there for barkin. No bike riders or joggers. Of course I am findin stuff to bark at. Don't worry 'bout that.

Here it is only the afternoon. Hours and hours afore Daddy gets home. Nuthin goin on, on this longest day of the year.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Any suggestions?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/803775</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Nov 2012 09:10:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I mentioned the other day that Daddy's Mommy is comin to be with us for awhile. He is gonna go get h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I mentioned the other day that Daddy's Mommy is comin to be with us for awhile. He is gonna go get her from Aunt Evil's place in a couple of days.
Mommy wants me to ask you pups (or your pawrents) for sum suggestions.
She could google out there in the big wide webbie thing. But maybe sum of you have some axfural 'sperience with this stuff.

Lemme 'splain what Mommy is needin help with.

Ok, so Daddy's Mommy is 88 (my favorite number!). She is mobile but she gets around slowly due to Arthur Itis in her hips and stuff. Other than bein forgetful, her mind seems to be workin ok.
She won't be drivin on her own.

Of course, she wants to move back "home". She didn't like it in Missouri with one son. She doesn't like it in Wyoming with her daughter. She doesn't like it here in Idunno. She just can't move back into the shack they were livin in. So she wants to get an apartment in town.
Daddy would get her set up with Meals-On-Wheels, a housekeeper and one of those "help I've fallen and I can't get up" things. There is a senior citizen van that would take her shopping and we think to doctor's appointments. 

But. Here's where we could use some suggestions. If you don't wanna post on the comments, you can p-mail me and I will be sure Mommy reads them.

Are there lil things we should watch for that might lead us to think she shouldn't be on her own? Mommy doesn't want to hover over her but she isn't sure how much "guidance" (or maid service) she should give. Since Daddy will be at work, Mommy will be with her all day. Observin. 

Anywhos. Any suggestions of things to be on the lookout for?
Thanks in advance Pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Frog water</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/803553</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Nov 2012 14:31:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We have a lil dish of water outside. We keep it out there for, well, when we get thirsty outside.
M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have a lil dish of water outside. We keep it out there for, well, when we get thirsty outside.
Me and Mommy went over to check it and fill it up with fresh. She kinda gave a lil mini-squeal when she saw what was in there. 
A lil froggie. He was all splayed out. Like he was a goner. Mommy didn't want me to see him and grab him. I dunno why not. Peepoles eat the froggie leggies alla time, don't they?
Anywhos, she dumped out the old water along with the lil froggie. She was plannin on hidin him in the grass and then disposin of the froggie body when us pups went inside.
But the froggie weren't ka-put! He drew in his lil splayed-out leggies. Sat on some grass for a bit and then made his way into some taller grass right by the house. He should be fine now. 
Hop to a safe spot lil froggie. Keep warm! 

Maybe I can find my own froggie sum other time. ;-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I made it. I survived.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/803145</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Oct 2012 13:31:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>But I was there for hours and hours! When Mommy dropped us off, the groomer/torturer told her she wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ But I was there for hours and hours! When Mommy dropped us off, the groomer/torturer told her she was runnin late. The place was packed with dogs. I even saw a Coco Rose and Puff imitation in one cage. At least the groomer/torturer was nice and put a ratty ol' towel in the cage for Drover and I got to be in there too. So's ol' Drover didn't have to stand/sit on the wire cage.
She had to cut my legs off short, cause last time they didn't cut off enuf and this time my hairs were long and matted. That's why she had to cut my legs off. Ok, the hairs on my legs.
And golly gosh I had to tinkle a barrel full and make a gigantic poopie when I got into My yard. And the yard felt so good to roll 'round on. Daddy had used the mower machine and cutted off the long grasses and picked up the leafes disguised as poops. 
It is Good to be home! 
I barked at Daddy workin out in the front yard and now I am gonna take a well-deserved snooze.


Hey, if you live anywheres near that mean Sandy person, be careful! Stay safe pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Torture day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/803079</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Oct 2012 06:31:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh No! I jus found out.
It's torture/groomin day for Me and Drover.
Tux gets to stay home with Dad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh No! I jus found out.
It's torture/groomin day for Me and Drover.
Tux gets to stay home with Daddy and have fun.

I hope I survive. I'll try to bark in If I do.

On 'nother lil note, I think Daddy's mom is gonna come for a visit in a few days or years or sumfin. I have met her before. She is quiet and doesn't do much. But I think I 'member her givin good pettin and tummy rubs. 
Hope she likes barkin!

For now, I think I will try to go invisible. Drover can go get tortured without me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Leaf disguises</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802829</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 05:10:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's that time of year when the lilacs drop their leaves. Then the leaves blow 'round in My yard. An ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's that time of year when the lilacs drop their leaves. Then the leaves blow 'round in My yard. And kinda get stuck in the grass.
That's when they start lookin like our poops. From a distance. When Mommy is out scoopin. 
It's funny to watch her wander all over. She'll think a leaf looks like a lil pile of poop and goes over to scoop it. Nope, that's a leaf. She practically walks in the real deal as she is lookin.

This might go on and on cause the lilacs are still holdin on to lots of their leaves. Even if the pawrents clean up the yard, there will be more leaves wearin disguises.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barkin Fail *sigh*</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802735</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 07:38:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm beginnin to think I'm a barkin failure.
Ok, so I do bark at Lots of stuff. The boys take my lea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm beginnin to think I'm a barkin failure.
Ok, so I do bark at Lots of stuff. The boys take my lead and start barkin with me. 
It gets loud 'round here. And you pups know that I have good stuff to bark at what with all the farmin that goes on 'round here. 
But it is the slow time for farmin now. All's I got to bark at is school buses, pick-up trucks, cars, joggers, walkers, bike riders, Walmart bags blowin, vehicles way over there, trash trucks, electricity worker guys, stuff out there in the dark, the mailman, the brown truck when it goes by and things that Mommy has no idea what I am barkin at (like now).

But I am a failure. Sure I bark a lot. A lot more than Drover or Tux. Probly a lot more than sum of you.

But not Whitley. She's tops me in her barkin. 

She barks at the TV. I don't pay 'ttention to that borin stuff. She barks when peepoles walk in the room. Not me, I only Arrrooo when Daddy get home from work. She barks when Finley is playin with a toy. I only do that to get My toy away from Drover or Tux. She barks at Evfurrything!

I think Whitley should give barkin lessons. To all of us.
Wouldn't our furmilies be so proud of us barkin at anything or nuthin at all?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>blah</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802639</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 14:31:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, I just gotta give a big bark out to Angel Izzy for being the Dog of the Week in this here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I just gotta give a big bark out to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/812092">Angel Izzy</a> for being the Dog of the Week in this here Dogster land.
And a couple of my pals have Diary Picks today. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1088743">Cleo</a> over there in the Ireland place and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1074806">Duncan Fife</a> are in the spotlight today. Congrats to you both.

But other than that, it's blah 'round my place. Yeserday, I got to bark at the electricity worker guys over 'cross the road. They were up in the air doin sumfin. Once our electricity went off for awhile. At least they fixed it and made it come back on.
Today was trash pickup day. I do love to bark at the big trash truck that stops and takes away our junk. A bonus today: a piece of green plastic was in the road. Me and Tux really barked it up good. Mommy walked over to pick it up 'cause it was sum of our trash anyways. It musta falled outta the trash truck. 
Now, there is Nuthin to bark at. 
Yawn. Hope it picks up sumtime soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You Pups Made My Day! Thank You!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802323</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Oct 2012 08:04:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So it was My birthday yeserday. I am now Seven. I don't feel a day over 6. Whatever.
It was rainy a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So it was My birthday yeserday. I am now Seven. I don't feel a day over 6. Whatever.
It was rainy and wet and Mommy had just washed her Escapay or else she *said* she woulda taken me to Petco and let me pick out whatever I wanted, up to a thousand bucks.
Right.
Of course, I didn't get nuthin from Sissor or Brother. *sigh*
I got a purple snake toy. You can kinda see it in a couple of my pics. I woulda got more stuff but Mommy spends all the monies on tea and yarn.
I wanted the really long green snake Mommy saw at Petco but she said it woulda been dang-er-rous to fwap that thing around in the house. Plus it costed a lot of dollars. 
My pal Jelly sent me sum cool stuff. A fun gecko guy and a dino. And sum dried beef snacks. Hunnerd percent beef. Hunnerd percent Yummy! Thank you Jelly!

But you pups! You outdid yourselves sending me nicies.
I got messages from Emmy and Abbie
Lots of you left comments on my diary entry
Thanks pals!

And did you see how fancy my page is lookin? It is jam-packed with gifties!
I got:
*black cats from Whitley, Sophie Claire and Harley D.
*acorns from Ebony and Finley
*a bat and my birthday picture from Redford and crew
*witch hat from Bella, Louie and Miller
*steaks from Sabrina, Hammy and Duncan
*a rose from Tessa and Fitzcairn
*pumpkins from Angel Abby, Buddy, Petey and Charlie, Abbie, Teddy,
Maggie and more
*forever hearts from Hershey, Little Man Mickey, Sophie and Sammie 
*forever crown from the Morris pack
*fall leaf from Little Women
*golden bone from Sophie and Pennie
*butterfly from Zubee and the 4 Pack
*bouncin  ball from Krickette
*emerald from Pepper
*cupcakes from Fizzy, The Barking Machines, Anya, Scarlett, Elise, and Zaidie
*party hats from Austin and Doo, Bella, Four Snarky Schnauzers, Lil Bear and Milton

Wow! I hope I didn't furget to mention anypup! But Thank you all!
And yes, I opened all the gifties and saw my cakes, smilies, silly poem (Z) and all the other fun things you pals stuffed in there.

Thank you all so much for my birthday special!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Am I Old?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802191</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Oct 2012 04:25:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/802191</guid>
		<description>Today is my birthday! A day for celebration! A day for eatin good stuff! A day for gettin new toys,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is my birthday! A day for celebration! A day for eatin good stuff! A day for gettin new toys, all for Me!

Yeserday, Mommy told Daddy today is my birthday. I am 7 today. They both said that makes me old. A Senior dog. Told me I should grow up and be all mature an junk. Read: Stop Barkin.
Humph!

I may grow up but I will never grow old!

You are only as old as you feel!

It's My birthday and I'll bark if I want to!

A true friend remembers your birthday but not your age!

So there, I am Not a senior pup. I will have a great birthday, in spite of my pawrents. 

And a bunch of you great Pals have sent me rosettes and gifties.
Thank you already!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A quiet mornin and then...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/801985</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Oct 2012 08:13:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Double dippin barkin!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

Not much goin on 'round here this mornin. Quiet. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Double dippin barkin!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

Not much goin on 'round here this mornin. Quiet. Not many cars or trucks goin by.
Then a vehicle pulled into My driveway. 
BARKBARKBARKBARK.....
A kid came up to My front steps. 
continued BARKBARKBARKBARK....
He took a plastic bag from My front steps! 
continued BARKBARKBARKBARK...
He headed back to the vehicle.
 continued BARKBARKBARKBARK...
As the vehicle was startin to pull out 2 ladies went walkin by! 
continued BARKBARKBARKBARK....


You get the idea? One series of Barks moved into a whole new reason to Bark.
A smooth transition, heh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maybe my tail was depressed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/801610</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 07:49:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yeserday I was holdin my lil stub tail down over my bottom. Bein the bright bulb that she is, Mommy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yeserday I was holdin my lil stub tail down over my bottom. Bein the bright bulb that she is, Mommy realized sumfin was wrong. She remembered Not pickin up much, if any, of My cute lil poopies outside. Or inside for that matter.
So last night, I kicked it into high gear to let Daddy see me bein pitiful. I held my tail down. I couldn't get comfy anyplace. Daddy wondered what was wrong with his lil precious pup. 
He sat on the floor and had me come over to him. First he brushed me a lil bit. Then he kinda poked and prodded at me. He asked Mommy 'bout that squeezin of the stinky glands. Thankfully, Mommy told him to not try it on the livin room floor. So he just gave up that idea anyways.
I started doin better after Daddy fussed over me. I slept fine. This mornin, I am not holdin my lil tail down. 
Mommy thinks I am constertooterpated. 
She will add sum pupkin to my foods.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Notme alert</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/801480</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Oct 2012 07:02:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sum of my pals have been barkin that their weather is gettin windy, cold and wet. The same thing is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sum of my pals have been barkin that their weather is gettin windy, cold and wet. The same thing is goin on 'round My place. I mean, it's usually windy here. A pup just learns to deal with havin yur pawrents laugh 'cause yur ears or various body hairs are all blowin evfurry which a-way.
But let me remind those chucklin pawrents to be on the look-out for the naughty Notme. With the bad weather also comes Notme.

You should stock up now on paper towels and anti-stink n'stain spray.
And don't be shocked if Notme makes a surprise visit to your house.

Be prepared!

I'm just sayin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just stay outta my way</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/801194</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Oct 2012 14:18:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The other pets are gettin in my way. Or sumfin. Lemme 'splain.

Last night, havin popcorn, I had t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other pets are gettin in my way. Or sumfin. Lemme 'splain.

Last night, havin popcorn, I had to 'tack Tux. He was in my way gettin to a piece of popcorn he dropped. I didn't really hurt him but he did his girlie high-pitched squeal.
I got hollered at.

Today, we was all messin 'round in the bathroom with Mommy. Drover looked at me wrong or sumfin. Had to 'tack him. Mommy had to get up and make me stop 'tackin him. 
Got hollered at again.

Then later, I jumped up on Brother's bed. Georgiecat was already up there. She has those goofy crossed eyes. She looked at me funny or else she was purrin too loud or sumfin. I kinda 'tacked her. Mommy told me I better not do that again. She has Very Sharp claws. Lucky for her, she didn't try to use them. It woulda been all out war!
Got hollered at again when Mommy was sure Georgiecat wasn't gonna 'tack me.

Those other pets just better stop gettin in my way and buggin me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We got spoiled!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/800908</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Oct 2012 09:49:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How could we got spoiled at the Pet Prison? I barked 'bout what went on there, how we got treated.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How could we got spoiled at the Pet Prison? I barked 'bout what went on there, how we got treated.
But Mommy thinks different.
Afore goin to the Pet Lodge, we would all go outside and mess around in our yard. Mommy would go out with us and scoop poop and go check for chicken eggies and other stuff. We would be sniffin and lookin for bugs and junk.
Now when we all go outside all's we wanna do is play. We head out and go for the outside toys. And wait for Mommy to play with us.
Mommy thinks that when we went out 5 times a day at the Pet Lodge, peepoles would play with us. She doesn't believe that we just walked round the prison yard.
You pups know I bark the truth. 
It's amazin that my own Mommy doesn't believe me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back and Barkin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/800658</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Oct 2012 08:51:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is good to be home. Home sweet home. There's no place like home.

Ok, so the Pet Lodge Looks li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is good to be home. Home sweet home. There's no place like home.

Ok, so 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.pocatellopetlodge.com/index.htm">Pet Lodge</a> Looks like a nice place. Happy, happy, fun, fun.
But that's what they want the folks to think so's they bring their birds and turdles and fishies and kitty cats and pups to stay there. They are in it for the muney, that's all.

Let me tell ya the truth 'bout the joint.

They handed Mommy our Report Card when she came to spring us out.

The report card has stuff like 
Diet: ate well. 
This means we ate the scrap of gruel they slopped into our tiny, dark, damp cell.

Behavior: well-mannered and friendly
Only cause we was threatened and we was skeered to act any other way

Friends: Eddie, Lane, Myki and Maki
Sure, they was on our same chain gang. 

Staff comments: Loved goin outside to play with their new buds.
See above comment 'bout the chain gang.

Activities:
Lounging: meanin we was too weak to get up on account a because we didn't have much to eat

Mingling: this was where we went out into the prison yard 5 times a day and walked round and round.

Exploring: findin big rocks to dig outta the ditches they forced us to dig.

Fetching: that was mainly for Tux, they would throw rocks that looked like tennis balls for sum of the retriever type pups. Then they would laugh man-i-ack-ally when they pups would try to pick them up.

They took sum pictures of us "havin fun". I wish I could post mine on here. I fur real have a tear in my eye. They claim it was eye googie stuff but it was a tear. Really.

I sure am glad I am home. It may take me a really long time to re-coop-r-ate. But I managed to do sentry duty this mornin from my Love-Seat-Look-Out.

It's gonna be hard to un-remember all those memories of the Pet Lodge though.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I made it home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/800586</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Oct 2012 17:23:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and the boy dogs made it home, safe and sound.

I am pooped. I think 'cause I was so cute and l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and the boy dogs made it home, safe and sound.

I am pooped. I think 'cause I was so cute and lil, they gave me the biggest shovel to dig the deepest ditch.
Worn out, I am.

I will bark more after I get rested up pups. That may take a week or so.

Thanks for the files in cakes and books you sent. I was workin my way outta solitary when Mommy and Daddy sprung me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We are ok</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/800202</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Oct 2012 19:31:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We made it to the Pet Lodge. We came at dark o'clock. 
Mommy toted me in and threw me to the owner  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We made it to the Pet Lodge. We came at dark o'clock. 
Mommy toted me in and threw me to the owner lady. Then she went out and she and Daddy brought in the boys.
Tux has a collar that gets loose and then gets tight. It 'bout came off when he didn't want to go in the front door of the place. He went flat so Daddy kinda rolled him in! Bol!
They made us walk round the prison yard bout 5 times today. And they maybe gave us one or two cookies that Mommy packed. They'll probly give our food and the rest of the cookies to other dogs. *sigh*

I will bark when I can.
Thanks for noticin that I had a Diary Pick today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nobuddy asked me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/799998</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Oct 2012 12:58:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I jus' found out. Tomorrow Me, Drover and Tux are headin to the Pet Lodge. AKA Pet Dun-jean-on.
Aug ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I jus' found out. Tomorrow Me, Drover and Tux are headin to the Pet Lodge. AKA Pet Dun-jean-on.
Augh!
Mommy and Daddy are goin to visit My farm in Colorado. And Sissor is all busy with Olde English junk and other classes, she can't come to let us out to potty and to feed us and stuff on a couple of those days when Mommy and Daddy will be gone. She will be here, to take care of the cats and chickens.

So off we go tomorrow mornin to the Pet Lodge.

Nope, we can't all go in the camp trailer. They don't want to take it that far so they are gonna stay in a No Dogs Allowed motel place. 
Maybe sum other time we can all go in the camp trailer but since we just got it Daddy wants to do stuff to it before we take it too far away.

So, I don't even know if I will be able to bark at you pups for the next few days. I will try. And I hope they don't furget to come pick us up when they get back. 

Wish me luck. I sure hope they feed us a lil bit a the Pet Lodge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We were really good dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/799786</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Oct 2012 07:46:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>*Zoe noses here way through all the colorful balloons her pals have sent*

Can you pups hear me? C ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ *Zoe noses here way through all the colorful balloons her pals have sent*

Can you pups hear me? Can you see me? Looky all my balloonies! Thank you for sendin them to Me and the other furmily members! We didn't send out many 'cause that was the day Pearlcat left for the Bridge and Mommy was sads. Then yeserday, we got left All Alone for A Really Long Time!

Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
The day started off like usual. We got up, had breakfast, Daddy left for work. Mommy left for a little while.
Then Daddy came home early. I had barely had time for my mornin nap.
We went outside while he hustled 'round puttin stuff in the pick-up truck.
We came back inside and Mommy and Daddy left. 
No big deal, I guess.
I barked at the mailman, even though he didn't leave no boxes for me.
We barked at a big tractor workin in the field 'cross the road. 
Tux ran around and messed up the rug under the kitchen table, the rug in the livin room and the rug at the back door.
We barked. We napped. We barked.
A long time. A really long time.
Drover and Tux started complainin they were gettin hongry for a snack. Tux thought he might be able to open the pantry doors to reach the cookies. But I told him No, Mommy wouldn't want us to do that. So we didn't have no snacks.
Then the boys started needin to potty. But I told them No, you gotta hold it. It is naughty to potty inside. Mommy wouldn't like it if they pottied inside. Tux whined himself to sleep. Drover picked up his copy of The Return of the King. He is readin the Appendixes to be ready for the Hobbit movie when it comes out later this year. 
Finally, the red pick up truck pulled in. It was pullin some trailer thing. Mommy opened the back door and we all rushed out. Of course we barked at the truck and trailer thing sittin in the driveway. 
Then we pottied. And pottied. And pottied again! 
We went inside with Mommy and she checked for any chewed up furniture or potty on the floors. Nuthin like that.
We were good pups.

And to reward us for bein good pups we got our biggest size of cookie. A whole one. Then later when Daddy came in and Mommy gave him our good report, he gave us another big cookie.

They were both very proud of us for bein good for So Long.

But don't ever do that again Mommy and Daddy! That was pushin the limit of our goodness.

*note from Mommy*
I hesitated leaving the dogs for that long. We went to look at a camp trailer. Minimum four hour round trip. That didn't include time to look at the trailer. We were gone for six hours! The dogs were great! But they were very tired after we got home. I think they spent most of their time waiting for us to get home. 
Good dogs!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sads here</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/799358</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Oct 2012 09:35:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of our garage cats went to the Rainbow Bridge this mornin.

Daddy was leavin for work. It was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of our garage cats went to the Rainbow Bridge this mornin.

Daddy was leavin for work. It was still dark o'clock out there. <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.catster.com/cats/309876/">Pearl</a> ran across the road. 
Daddy feels really bad that it happened. He likes all of our cats but those garage cats are kinda special. All the peepoles have warm fuzzy feelins for them. I guess since they been here since they was borned and got feeded by Mommy, Brother and Sisser with tiny little bottles of milk. 
Them garage cats are almost More like dogs than us. They follow the peepoles 'round outside. Sometimes they've even gone for walks with us. Mostly the Puffcat does that.

Anyways, Pearl was a nice kitty cat. She was real purdy. All white with blue eyes. But she wasn't deaf like some all white, blue eyed kitties are. And she loved to roll in the dirt. She was usually kinda gray. Bol. And she shedded her white furs a lot. The peepoles would pet her and create a cloud of white hairs. Kinda like that Peanuts guy Pigpen. This guy:
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Just think of Pearl bein in middle of a bunch of white hairs.
But she was a sweet girl. 

I think the typist needs to wind this up now. She is becomin 'motional.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lookin' for Boomer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/798854</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 07:56:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last evenin we was all outside messin around. We barked our heads off when a girl ridin a 4-wheeler  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last evenin we was all outside messin around. We barked our heads off when a girl ridin a 4-wheeler put a piece of paper in our mailbox.
Daddy went out to get the paper.

It is about Boomer. He is missin, maybe in our area. He is a heeler/Catahoula mix guy. He is black, white and tan. The paper tells us to not try to catch Boomer 'cause he's not always nice. But there is a $300.00 reward for his return or even information leadin to his return.
I think I'll head out to go look for him.
I could sure use $300! Just think of all the goodies I could get! And I could get stuff for you pals too!

What, Mommy?
Oh, she says If we happen to see Boomer and If we got the $300 we would give it to our favorite shelter.

I think I should be able to keep sum of the money, don't you?


BOOMER! Where are you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She's never satisfied</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/798746</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Sep 2012 09:42:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/798746</guid>
		<description>Ok, so's Me and Drover got groomed/tortured a week ago or sumtime. There were 2 groomer/torture weme ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so's Me and Drover got groomed/tortured a week ago or sumtime. There were 2 groomer/torture wemen there. Drover got the owner/torturer. She does a good job and knows what Mommy likes and doesn't like when it comes to how we look.
The other person did the work on me. Mommy knows it was the other person on account because the way I look. 
My hairs on my skirt are too long. Mommy likes for us to have kinda short hairs 'cause we get stickers and mats so bad.
Drover was fine. Me? Nope.
So today, while I was standin all nice at the back door to go out to tinkle and mess around, Mommy grabbed me and tossed me up on the washer and dryer. Good thing the lid was closed on the washer!
She had sum super sharp sissors up there and cutted my "hula skirt" off. Now I have a ziggy-zaggy skirt. And she cutted off sum of my toenails. They were too long too.
Drover didn't have to have nuthin taken offa him.
I was the only one that got "home-tortured". But Tux and Drover got cookies too.
I got told I was a good girl at least.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Worse and worser</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/798109</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Sep 2012 11:02:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/798109</guid>
		<description>The smoke from the forest fires. It got worse yeserday and now today it's even worser. Peepoles are  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The smoke from the forest fires. It got worse yeserday and now today it's even worser. Peepoles are 'posed to try to stay inside or at least not do a bunch of work outside. I think they're not 'posed to breave or sumthin like that.
Great 'scuse for Mommy to Not go out and trim and mow the yard! Bol!

Yeserday I couldn't see very much. Now I can see even less. I can still bark though! I may not see way over there to bark at stuff but I can hear stuff. Or maybe even make up stuff to bark at. ;-)

I am waitin for the mailman and the brown truck dood. And I've been barkin at every single truck or car that goes by My place. 

Smoke may get in my eyes but I can still bark!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I can't see</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/797921</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 07:40:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I can't see too good. I may be missing some barkable stuff.
Lemme 'splain.
There is nuthin w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I can't see too good. I may be missing some barkable stuff.
Lemme 'splain.
There is nuthin wrong with my eyes. I can't see cause of a lot of smoke in the air. Usually, I can see Way over there across the big field. Sumtimes, if I look in between trees Way over there I can even see big trucks. Mommy says that highway is 2 miles away. So see, I can see good.
But there are some big fires in my state of Idunno. Don't worry, they are not close to My place. 

*Zoe turns her head over her shoulder and hollers "Mommy, how far away is the closest fire?"*
"Uh, Zoe, if you would look over your other shoulder you would see that I'm right here in the same room. You don't have to holler. And the fire is about 200 miles away from us, up in the mountains."

Yeah, anywho, the smoke is comin all the way to the flat land where I live. It is a lot of smoke makin the sky and ground be all gray colored. It is ugly. And it's makin it so's I can't see good. 

It's gonna be another slow barkin day, I can just tell. 
Well, it is trash pick up day. That will be good to bark at the trash truck. And Mommy tells me to expect the brown truck guy. Nuthin for me. Sumthin for Sissor's lil white SUV car. Daddy will fix sumthin on it with what the brown truck guy brings. That means Sissor will be comin home next weekend. And bringin me nuthin, just like always.

Ho hum.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Avast! It's bark like a pirate day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/797703</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Sep 2012 09:32:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/797703</guid>
		<description>Arrrr!

There be nothin' t' bark about.
It be so borin' here I'm thinkin of walkin the plank. Or  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Arrrr!

There be nothin' t' bark about.
It be so borin' here I'm thinkin of walkin the plank. Or maybe I'll just keel-haul that scallywag Drover.

They be givin away free Jolly Roger flags in t' gift shoppe. 
Thank all ye scurvy dogs fur sendin me and me furmily lots of them skull and crossbones!

Ok, enough of the pirate speak!

Hey, did you see that purdy Irish lass <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1088743">Cleo</a> is Dog of the Day? Sure hope she got tons of treats for the special honor.
And our lil buddy <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/928978">Puff</a> has a Diary Pick. Congrats to you!

Seriously, it is borin 'round here. The worker men aren't comin 'round anymore to move the irrigation pipe. The cows have moved to another pasture and don't come close to My place anymore. 
Things have slowed down Too much.
Well, let's see, there was a group of ladies walkin and kids ridin bikes and dogs along with them last evenin. That was good barkin.
But that has been just 'bout it. 

I sure hope it's more 'citin at your place than it is 'round here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sissor's home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/797201</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Sep 2012 08:13:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/797201</guid>
		<description>So there I was, on My Love-Seat-Look-Out. I saw Sissor pullin in in her lil white SUV-mobile.
Yippe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So there I was, on My Love-Seat-Look-Out. I saw Sissor pullin in in her lil white SUV-mobile.
Yippee! I love it when Sissor comes home for the weekend! Really! She plays with me and I like to watch her when she stuffs all her dirty clothes in the washer.
I asked Mommy to let me outside so's I could greet Sissor at the back gate.
Here she came. She had her backpack thing with her laptop. She had her laundry basket of stinky stuff.
And she had some other sacks.
When she got inside,  I cuddled up next to her feet, her hobbit-slippered feet. She gave me a noogie on my cute lil noggin. And then she started showin me what was in the other sacks.
Stuff for me! Sissor had gone to Petco, 'specially to shop for me. She had 'bout 8 new squeaky toys. She had 'bout 8 packages of good and tasty but healthy treats. And a new pink floofy collar and matchin leash. She told me she would take me for a walk later and I could wear my new things then.
Then in another sack she pulled out a fun Mr. Spock outfit for me to wear. She knitted it herself. There was a black cap with pointy ears. And a blue sweater top. I would be rockin the Spock look when I wore it! I sat still while she put it on me right away.
Then she wanted to put her stuff in her room and get her laundry started.
When she had done that, she came out to fix us sum tea. I would like to have Earl Gray, hot, please, SissorDear. You know, like Capt. Picard drinks on Star Trek: The Next Generation show I love to watch.
She said of course, Zoe-woey, PreciousPup. Anything you want, just let me know.
When the tea was ready, we sat down together on the love seat. We snuggled up, cause we love each other and we are real touchy-feely. 
Then outta her knittin bag she pulled out a surprise. Sum purdy pink yarn and knittin needles. She was gonna teach me to knit! Fun! She said the pink yarn was just sum left-over from all the other pink yarn she had from other projects. Pink is her favorite color too.
As we drank our tea and Sissor showed me how to do the cable stitch, I glanced over my shoulder. 
There was a herd of cows moseyin along the road, poopin in our grass.
I had a sip of tea and turned back to our knittin lesson. Drover started to read aloud from The Canterbury Tales.



"Zoe, Zoe. Wake up. You must be dreaming," I heard Mommy say.
I sat up with a start. I shook my fuzzy head to clear the cobwebs out.

Dreamin? More like a nightmare if you ask me!
Yikes, no more of those lil black beetle guys for snacks right before bedtime.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Like a high-pitched fog horn</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796831</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Sep 2012 09:54:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796831</guid>
		<description>You pups know I live out in the country. Sumtimes stuff happens. Men workin in the field movin irrig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know I live out in the country. Sumtimes stuff happens. Men workin in the field movin irrigation pipes. Big tractors movin 'round. Pick-em-up trucks pullin stock trailers. Joggers with dogs. Bike riders. That's when I bark big time, alla time.
Oh yeah, and last evenin I barked at 6 horsies walkin round over the other side of the road. Big Barkin then.

But durin the day time, things kinda slack off. Not many trucks or cars go by. Not as much barkin needs to be done.
But I don't take time off. No sir-ree.
Those slow times, I am kinda like a fog horn. Regular. Steady. Dependable. A high pitched fog horn.

I stay on My Love-Seat-Look-Out and do my security work.

There's Scootercat crossin our front yard.
BARK! 

I see a magpie sittin on a fence post
BARK!

A truck is way over there the other side of the big field.
BARK!

I see sumfin, Mommy has no idea what.
BARK!

Kinda like clockwork, I let out shrill barks. Warnin. Watchin. Sumtimes makin Mommy jump. 

:-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I survived!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796589</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 11:40:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Jus' 'cause I am one tough, cute, lil Schnauzie girl, I made it. I survived the groomer/torture day  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jus' 'cause I am one tough, cute, lil Schnauzie girl, I made it. I survived the groomer/torture day yeserday. 
Yeah, I used to be able to go invisible when it was torture time. Sadly, I have lost my touch. Maybe all the barkin I do isn't such a good thing. When it comes to tryin to be invisible anyways.
So Me and Drover and Mommy went outside. She put a leash on Drover and grabbed me up by the back legs or sumfin. I got tossed in the Es-cay-pay. Me and Drover started out by sharin the front seat. Then he got down on the floor. Probly cause he was so skeered. I stayed on the seat to keep Mommy company.
Instead of goin directly to the groomer/torture place, we went to get Mommy some cash money! I'd never been there before. We went to one of those magic window places but this one sent us money instead of tasty food! Well, axfurly, it did send us some food. The talking tube thing sent 2 doggie biscuits with the money! I wanted to save them for later so Mommy put them in the cup holder place. 
On to the groomer/torture place then. It musta White Dog day! All of us were white, cept for one little gray poodle. I am kinda silver, real light gray, but I still fit in for the White Dog day. But it turned out to the the same-o, same-o there. Only I had a different person torture me. She didn't do a very good job, according to Mommy. Clipped down the top of my nose quite a bit. Didn't take the side of my skirt low enough. Oh well, I survived. That's the 'portant thing.
When Mommy picked us up, then I wanted the dog biscuits from the magic window money place. But Mommy had given one to Tux so I ate the other one by myself. Drover could get a cookie when we got home. Too bad, so sad Drover.
Then right after we got home, Mommy and Daddy took off. They were gone for a long time, like an hour. Then when they came back, they smelled like Red Robin! Yummy! Then they started hauling in a lot of wood stuff. Some small pieces, some great big heavy pieces. Daddy is real good at buildin stuff. He put all the pieces together to make a great big roll top desk! He built it in Sissor's room! There is barely nuf room in there now for her bed and 'lectric piano. Mommy said that inside the desk would be a good hidin place. Told me to get in and she would try out the lock. Such a funny person.
After all that 'citement, I was one pooped pup. I slept and slept and then was kinda restless durin the night time. Don't know why, but I let Mommy know I couldn't get comfy. I mean, why should I be the only one awake?
I think I will take a bunch of naps today to make up for my restless night.
Don't worry, I will still be takin care of security 'round My place.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gonna be a bad day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796401</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Sep 2012 05:41:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just found out. 
Groom/torture day for Me and Drover.

I am so stinkin cute when I am fuzzy. Why  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just found out. 
Groom/torture day for Me and Drover.

I am so stinkin cute when I am fuzzy. Why does Mommy have to go an mess it up? 
I'll be "off the air" later this mornin. Then I will be pooped out when I get home, if I get home. I will try to bark at you later.

And all I wanna do is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039#diary"> get back to Zaidie's pawty</a>!

Have a better day than this cute, fuzzy, lil Schnauzer girl will be havin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just Me and Daddy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796229</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Sep 2012 11:33:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796229</guid>
		<description>You know Me. Daddy's girl. Through and through. I'm with ya Daddy.
Even to the dump.
Yep, Daddy wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know Me. Daddy's girl. Through and through. I'm with ya Daddy.
Even to the dump.
Yep, Daddy was loading up some junk that wouldn't fit in our trash dumpster thing that gets m-teed once a week. I jumped in the truck when Daddy moved the truck around.
Me and Daddy went back in the house to tell Mommy we were leavin for the dump.

She told Daddy to leave me there. :-0

Not really. Just pullin your legs. She made Daddy 'sure her that I wouldn't get outta the truck At All. She even got a lil naggy 'bout it. And that he wouldn't let me drive. 

She does love me. Who would light up her hum drum life? Who would make her smile, just 'cause of bein fuzzy? Who would she holler at to stop barkin?

Anywho, off Me and Daddy go. I hopped right up into our pick-em-up truck. Wave good-bye to Mommy standin at the big window, with tears in her eyes. 

Axfurly, the dump was dum. I had to stay in the truck when Daddy was dumpin the stuff. And the lady just waved us through the place where I mighta got a doggie cookie. Over and back. That's all there was to it.

Mommy told me it sure was quiet here at home with me gone. She didn't even know the mailman had pulled in. He had to knock on the front door to hand Mommy some flat package thing. Not for me.

And don't believe nobuddy if they try to tell ya I got all nervous and trembled just like I do when we go to be groomed/tortured. That is so toadally not even the truth.

Yep, I am Daddy's girl and ready for adventure! Where should we go next?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So borin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796131</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Sep 2012 08:30:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/796131</guid>
		<description>The reason I haven't barked in my diary? Nuthin to bark about.
I mean, Brother packed up his spiffy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The reason I haven't barked in my diary? Nuthin to bark about.
I mean, Brother packed up his spiffy, sporty red car and took off. He's in Ohmamaha or sumplace. He won't be back for a long time. He was the only one who ever played with me 'round here. So now I gots nuthin to do.
Borin. Nuthin goin on. 
So's I just park my cute fuzzy lil carcass up on my Love-Seat-Look-Out and, well, look out the big window.
Ok, so sumtimes there is stuff to bark at. Not much.
They have been workin in the fields across from my place over there. And also behind my place back there. I can't see one way 'cause they stacked huge bales of wheat straw over there. It's like a huge privacy fence. At least I can still hear the neighbor dogs barkin. That makes me bark. Sure can't see anything comin from that direction.
But the worker men have been comin an goin. First a big tractor pullin sum equipment goes to one field. Then another tractor does it's work over there. And since the same outfit farms both places the big tractors move from one field to another. I 'specially like when they rumble on the road right in front of my place. And then there are the worker men in the white trucks. And then there is a truck that has fuel for the tractors. And then one tractor broke down so's another truck had tools for fixin the tractor. And the men were walkin 'round over there while they were fixin the tractor. And then the men who move the irrigation pipe come along to do their job.  
And there's the jogger eye-doctor man. And there is a dog runnin lickity-split, don't know where it lives or belongs. And there is a school bus. Couple times a day. And the mailman. Didn't bring me nuthin. And the trash truck stopped by to dump our trash.
See how borin it is 'round here?

I get hollered at to be quiet. A lot. 

So borin 'round here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Almost over</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/795647</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Sep 2012 06:55:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Brother has been here for a couple days or sumfin. His time is almost over. He has been goin through ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Brother has been here for a couple days or sumfin. His time is almost over. He has been goin through all the junk in his bedroom. Now he has boxes and stuff sittin on the floor in there. He's gettin ready to pack up his sporty red car (the one I Never got a ride in) to head to his Air Force job. He will be at Omaha. He doesn't know when he will be able to come home again to play with me. It will be awhile. 
Sissor came home again this long weekend. With her dirty laundry. And school books. 
'Course they all wanted to do a family activity. Sounds good. I'm thinkin picnic and a nice long walk.
Wrong. They all went to see sum action hero bat in a movie. No dogs allowed. 
Stoopid family activity if you ask me. 
Maybe today Daddy will burn sum Meatz&trade; outside. Maybe I will get a very small Molly Cule of a crum sumone might drop. But probly not. 
It has been fun havin Brother home again. He is a good brother who plays with me. But the fun will be over tomorrow when he leaves.

Then it's back to way borin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One expensive cup of tea</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/795322</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Aug 2012 05:55:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy did a dum thing the other day. Well, let's face it, she does dum things all the time but this  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy did a dum thing the other day. Well, let's face it, she does dum things all the time but this dum thing was a doozy. Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
She'd been wantin a cup of tea for a few days but just never fired up the water to brew the cuppa. But she did the other day. She put a bit o' water in the nice red tea kettle. Jus 'nuf for one cup. She put the kettle on the nice glass cook top stove. The stove that was only 2 years old. Turned it on "high" to get the thing to boil up.
Keep in mind the whistle part of the tea kettle doesn't, well, whistle.
Then she asked Brother to help her do sumfin on the 'puter. Sumfin 'bout resizin a cool picture to put on the Schnauzers Rule group page. It was Very 'portant stuff for Me at least.
Days later, Brother went into the kitchen to forage. He called out to Mommy, "does the stove always make cracklin noises?"
Mommy came a-hustlin. She saw the nice red tea kettle. It had turned black. It does that when it gets hot. This time it was Really black.
She turned off the burner. She gently tried to take the kettle off the glass stove top. It wouldn't. She said a couple of bad words. Right there in front of Brother!
Brother googled. Mommy got out the owner's booklet. 
They let the kettle sit until everything was way cool.
The kettle Did come off. See, it had fused to the glass cook top. Not 'posed to let it boil dry. Dum thing to do Mommy.
Then Mommy cleaned the burner area. 
Parts of the glass cook top came off. And there was a crack in the glass.
Mommy knew it was her fault so the warranty wouldn't cover the cost of repair. Checked out how much repair would cost. Talked to a nice lady on the phone. Repair would cost nearly $600!
That's a lot of cookies and toys for Me!
Plan B. Mommy talked to Daddy on the phone. He suggested shopping for a new stove.
She heated up the water for her tea in the microwave. Yeah, keep calm and drink tea Mommy.
She left later to go shoppin for a new stove.

So yeserday, Big Time Barkin when the Lowe's truck backed into My driveway. A couple of guys hopped out. I know this 'cause we were all out in the yard. They went in the front door (I guess, I can't see that part of the house from My yard). Then I saw them take the old broken stove out and put it in their truck. Then they took in the new stove.
Super time barkin! They pulled out as we barked them away.

Mommy cooked dinner last night on the new stove. But she won't be heatin anymore water for tea on the new stove. She bought sum electric tea kettle for that. 

That was one expensive cup of tea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Windowsill Warrior</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794986</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Aug 2012 17:44:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794986</guid>
		<description>That's me. That's my new name.
Brother called me a Windowsill Warrior this mornin as I was on my lo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's me. That's my new name.
Brother called me a Windowsill Warrior this mornin as I was on my love-seat-look-out barkin at trucks, school buses, irrigation worker guys, joggers. Whatever.
Just the usual stuff 'round here.
But I like my new name. I will wear it proud.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lights out please</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794798</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 08:13:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794798</guid>
		<description>We go to bed early 'round my place. Daddy gets up early to be to work early so we go to bed early. U ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We go to bed early 'round my place. Daddy gets up early to be to work early so we go to bed early. Usually we wait 'til it's dark afore we go to bed. Bol.
Last night, we went to bed, like usual. It was dark. I was dreamin away in my spot in the middle of the big bed.
Suddenly, big lights went on outside. And along with the big lights, big noise.
Big noisy storm was goin through.
Now I know sum of you pups don't like those big noisy storms. But I am ok durin them. I just needed the covers to be 'justed over me and I was ready to get back to dream land.
Couldn't. 
Over on Daddy's side of the bed Tux was nervous. Daddy kept tellin him it was alright. Guess Tux didn't believe Daddy.
Over on Mommy's side of the bed Drover was nervous. He was puttin his front paws up on the bed. Mommy was invitin him up on the bed. He wouldn't get on the bed.
All I wanted to do was sleep! Get over it guys! Go to sleep. Sumwhere. Anywhere.
Finally the storm passed. Drover went to sleep on the floor on Mommy's side of the bed. He never went back to his own bed in the corner over by Daddy's side of the bed. I guess Tux went back out to the livin room where he usually sleeps.
I was finally able to get back to snoozeland.

But don't worry pups. I am able to bark at the worker men out movin the irrigation pipes in the fields all 'round. And at the pickup trucks goin by. And I even had a school bus to bark at this mornin!
I'll catch a quick nap later to make up for my lost sleep last night when the big lights were on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No net and hobbit feet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794700</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 11:37:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794700</guid>
		<description>Mommy didn't have the internet thing on her laptop way early this mornin.

Run 'round screamin!
W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy didn't have the internet thing on her laptop way early this mornin.

Run 'round screamin!
Wring your hands!
Call the National Guard!

That's just what she did. 
Well, the last part anyways. After tryin all she knew to do and after the internet techie dood started his work day, Daddy, our own personal National Guard Soldier, got to work. Daddy called the tech dood. After messin 'round with what the tech dood told Daddy to try and after lettin his breakfast of sausage, over-easy-eggs-almost-not-broken and fresh baked biscuits get cold, he got the internet thing goin again. 
Now I can bark away! Thank you Daddy! :-)
Mommy used Daddy's laptop for awhile, just so's I could get onto Dogster to check what my pals were up to. She told the family using sumbuddy else's 'puter is like usin sumbuddy else's toothbrush. It's a personal thing. Jus ain't right.

Anywho, this is Sissor's birthday. She got dum junk. A spare tire cover. A scarf Mommy crocheted. Some cd's from sum dum show. A muffin tin. An alarm clock with a propeller on top. The propeller launches when the alarm goes off. You have to put the propeller back in to get the alarm to stop. 
Sissor has a hard time gettin up in the mornin. She don't want to be late to her Olde English class. She's all 'cited 'bout it. Yawn.
And she got hobbit feet slippers. I think they look like they would be great doggie toys.
<a id="img6492368639"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/windowZoe002-1.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6492368639');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/windowZoe002-1.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Me, checkin out the hobbit feet</a>
'Course, I got told to get away from them. Heck, I 'member when I was jus a cute lil pubby, I chewed on slippers and socks and stuff. These hobbit feet have fur and they would be perfect to play with.
But, bein 'bedient Me when told to "leave it" of course I did.
<a id="img8994048530"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/windowZoe004.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img8994048530');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/windowZoe004.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Like this</a>

The peepoles told me it's a good thing Sissor has her own 'partment. The hobbit feet would be a big temptation to me. It'll keep me from gettin hollered at when the hobbit feet go away later today.

And not to make you pups jealous or nuthin but yeserday I got to bark at peepoles ridin horses past my place. And sum bike riders. And a jogger man. He musta liked our barkin 'cause he went by one way and then back.
It was a good day.

Here's hopin you have a good day today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Time Barkin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794556</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 10:42:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794556</guid>
		<description>First off, I gotta bark out 'bout Ebby and Ceeley. They was fur real deal robbed. This ain't even fu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I gotta bark out 'bout <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019522">Ebby</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1154269">Ceeley</a>. They was fur real deal robbed. This ain't even funny. Let's send plenty of Power of the Paw and prayers out to them and their Momma as she sorts out the mess of havin 'portant personal stuff stoled. Plus the feelins she must be havin right now. Ugh. I hope all of Ebby's treats and venison beast is ok.

At My place: Big time barkin! Brother has been orderin lots of stuff from a place called <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.thinkgeek.com/">ThinkGeek</a>. The key word there is Geek. Argh, what with yarn, crochet, knitting, books, old black and white movies, I am surrounded by geekiness. But the brown truck and the FedEx doods have been makin stops at My place. Good times! And of course, there is always the barkin I do at the regular mail delivery dood. I mean, I bark at him even if he only stops at our mailbox across the road.

And the guilt trips you pups sent my way worked. I got sum pizza crust last night! Ok, so it was a tiny bite. More like a single Molly Cule but still. It was tasty. But Sissor wants a German Chocolate cake. No good for sweet lil Schnauzer girls.

Sissor showed up last night. Bearing dirty laundry. And books. Yawn. And now today Brother and Sissor have gone to another city to go to a used book store to trade old books for more old books. And then to a movie. Not to Petco, which is right there next to the used book store. *sigh* That's alright. I will stay home and guard all of their junk. Even though they won't pay me nuthin.

And so goes my life in my lil corner of the world.
Here's hopin you have sumfin good to bark at today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I made it. I am ok</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794398</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Aug 2012 04:35:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794398</guid>
		<description>I survived. Brother took purdy good care of us.
He played with us. He let me sleep on his bed. Well ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I survived. Brother took purdy good care of us.
He played with us. He let me sleep on his bed. Well, one night. Then I decided to sleep all by myself on the big bed.
Wait a minute. Does anyone have a toothpick? I think I have some baby spinach stuck in a tooth. Brother eats a lot of greens. He gave me sum. :-/
Mommy and Daddy got back yeserday. They brought me a Big bag of My food.
That's all. Nuthin 'xcitin. But at least they are back.
Hopefully, it's back to normal 'round here now. No more trips that take my pawents away.
Sissor will be here this weekend. It's her birthday. She will be like 23 I think. Mommy has lots of yarn and knittin junk for her gifts. Oops, maybe I shouldn't bark that. She reads my diary sumtimes. 
And don't think I will be gettin any cake and ice cream to help her celebrate. They always get chocolate or carrot cake with raisins. Stuff us pups can't eat. Brother will probly suggest a hummus cake or sumfin dum.

My peepoles are so weird. But I gotta love 'em.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I hope I survive</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794014</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 08:39:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/794014</guid>
		<description>Pups, just found this out. I am gonna be pawrentless for a couple days or years. Brother is 'posed t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, just found this out. I am gonna be pawrentless for a couple days or years. Brother is 'posed to take care of us. Mommy and Daddy are leavin in just a minute for sum re-tire mint meeting in another place. They will stay there overnight or more. 
Mommy has printed out the "to do" list. I hope Brother remembers to feed us. And play with us. And give us tons of treats. 

I will bark when I can. 

Send good thoughts that I survive.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still no ride</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/793492</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 16:08:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/793492</guid>
		<description>No ride in Brother's new sporty red chick magnet of a car. He was out last night 'til really late. L ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No ride in Brother's new sporty red chick magnet of a car. He was out last night 'til really late. Like 9:30 I think. It was dark anyways. He had been visitin Sissor at her place. They were playin with a Wii. I think it was WiiKnit or sumthing goofy.
<a id="img7098394674"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/wiiknitting.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img7098394674');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/wiiknitting.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Wiiknittin</a>
This will be Sissor in a couple of years. Bol!
Anywho, all is not lost 'bout ridin in Brother's car. 
Daddy Is Home! He got home 'bout noon time from at AT. He has already let me sneaky out for a bite of garage kitty cat food. 
Now I have a plan. Daddy can grab the sporty red sports car keys. He can take me cruisin! This will work! 
Woo Hoo! This is gonna be great! Me and Daddy! Cruisin to get a strawberry milkshake!
It will have to happen fast so I don't think there will be any pictures of the whole deal. I will let you know how it goes!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Disappointed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/793196</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Aug 2012 11:51:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/793196</guid>
		<description>It's not gonna work Pals. Brother flat out told me &quot;No!&quot;. He's not gonna come around and pick you al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's not gonna work Pals. Brother flat out told me "No!". He's not gonna come around and pick you all up so's we can go cruisin'. He isn't even gonna let me drive his car to come 'round and pick you up.
:-(
He's gone to town right now to buy junk like fuzzy dice, a front window shade deal and a Cover for it. Right now he can park his car in the garage. But the garage cats climb all over the vehicles and leave lil cat prints. And sumtimes they do kitty cat barf. Even Mommy has a cover on her Es-Caw-pay. Scooter cat 'specially likes to park up there. And barf.
So, I am sorry I won't be able to go cruisin' with you pups.
I don't think he's even gonna take me to the burger joint for a strawberry milkshake. I don't think he's even gonna take me to Petco with my shoppin list Hershey thunk up.
I was sure lookin forward to riding in that red car. Oh, yeah, here is a picture of Brother's car while it was on the dealer's lot.
It looks orange but it is axfurly Race Red.
<a id="img2338669639"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Joelscar.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2338669639');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Joelscar.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Brother's new car</a>
I woulda looked so cool ridin in there!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They're here!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/792888</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 07:02:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mommy and Brother are here! And I survived bein pet-sitted on by Sissor!
It wasn't too bad. Jus' bo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy and Brother are here! And I survived bein pet-sitted on by Sissor!
It wasn't too bad. Jus' borin. I mean, the minute Sissor walked in, she told me to get outta her way so's she could head to her room to stare at her laptop and knit. hohum
One mornin she did a great big boo boo by puttin My food dish in Drover's spot. Ugh! I don't want to get Drover cooties! She moved My dish into My spot when she saw that I wasn't goin over there to Drover's spot.
And she didn't give us near 'nuf cookies but other than that, it wasn't too bad. She was axfurly purdy nice to lil Me.

And then, here they came. Sissor let us out of the house so we could all greet them. I was a very happy pup to see Brother! He's nice to me. I 'membered him right off. Drover and 'specially Tux were kinda shy at first. But not Me! That's My Brother! He's here to play with Me!

And he does play with Me. I'll grab one end of a long kind of toy and Brother grabs the other end. Then he pulls me as I lay on my tummy. I don't get rug burns or nuthin! It's fun! He plays with Drover and Tux too. Brother is nice.
And today, Mommy and Brother are gonna go look at cars. Brother is gonna get a real sporty car and then he can take me cruisin'. And we can go to get strawberry milkshakes.
He's been savin up all his paychecks for a long time so he's gonna get a car
<a id="img1984642770"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/lambor.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1984642770');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/lambor.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Like this one</a>
or maybe <a id="img1981075268"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/farrari.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1981075268');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/farrari.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Like this </a>
or maybe stick with US made <a id="img6932974197"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/mustang.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6932974197');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/mustang.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Like this one</a>

Cool huh? I would look good ridin in any of those cars. I'll let you know which one he chooses. 
And he should also stop at Petco after he gets his car. To get me stuff.

It is good to have Brother home!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>'Structions for Sissor</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/792459</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Aug 2012 10:01:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I am bein deserted. No, that doesn't mean I am gettin all the pies, cakes, cuppycakes and ice cream  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am bein deserted. No, that doesn't mean I am gettin all the pies, cakes, cuppycakes and ice cream I can stuff.
Deserted by my pawrents. Ok, so Daddy has been gone for 'bout a week or year. He is at AT. That don't make much sense, but it means he is gone. Until maybe next weekend or sumfin.
It's jus' been us and Mommy. Now Mommy is takin off. To pick up Brother! Finally Brother is done with all of his Air Force schools and trainin and junk. He will get to be home with Me for a long time. Then he will go away again and start his Air Force job. In Omaha. I don't think that is in Idunno. Anyways, Mommy is goin to get Brother. 
Sissor will come and pet-sit on us. She is 'posed to take care of us and so that she don't furget to come out of her room I am gonna post our "care 'structions". She does read my diary so I am sure she will see this. Hi Sissor!
So here goes. This is mostly 'bout me but I am gonna put other stuff in so she don't furget 'bout the other pets. Things will go better that way.

1. Tux comes into your room and will wag and breathe on you. You gotta get up and let him outside. Better have Drover go too or he might poop in the hall. You can go back to bed after they go out and come in.

2.  Get up and feed us at 6am sharp. Tux has a infernal alarm clock so he will let you know the 'portant times.

3. Ya see that mark on the food scoop gadget? That line that has my name on it? You give me 8 of those scoops. You may need to get me a bigger bowl.

4. Evfurrytime we go outside, even if we just go out and turn 'round and come back in, we get cookies. Lots of cookies, not just a tiny little one or a half of one. Lots. Oh, and I get more than the boys. 'Cause I am cute.

5. I bark a lot. Get over it. Do not try to put tape around my fuzzy mouth like that one time. Just let me bark. It's what I do. No bogey men or brown trucks or raccoonies or birds or plastic bags or little bugs or anything will sneakie up on us. You're welcome.

6. Don't jus be in your room watchin those net flick things and knittin. Come out and Play with us. A lot. 

7. Close the windows when you turn on the air conditioner. And be sure to turn it on. We will be hot from all of that playin you will be doin with us. And we will need lots of cookies for nenergy. And make sure we have plenty of cool, fresh water to dribble on the kitchen floor. You can mop up the dribbles if you wear socks.

8. Don't tell Mommy, but it's ok for you to let me out in the garage for a snack of kitty cat food. And maybe I could even help clean up stuff the cats take in there and don't eat all of. Really. I will be a perfectly 'bedient pup if you let me out there. Really. Just don't mention it to Mommy. It will be our lil secret. K? I love you Sissor.

Well, that is probbly 'nuf 'structions. Don't want to overdo it. Maybe I can even get Sissor to type up a diary entry for me. That way, you pups will know if I am doin alright or not.
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!!!!
Oh, 'scuse me. The mailman drove right past and didn't even put nuthin in the mailbox.

Anyway, I will be barkin here today and a bit in the mornin. Then I will be shushed until Mommy gets home with Brother.
Take care Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Neighbors</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/792315</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Aug 2012 05:47:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yeserday, when it was too hot to be outside, the new neighbors moved in.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
L ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yeserday, when it was too hot to be outside, the new neighbors moved in.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Last spring a bunch of cows moved into the pasture Way over there. They stay in their pasture and don't make much noise. No big deal.
But yeserday they moved. Into the pasture that is Right Next to My place.
They still don't make much noise but they are Very Close. They do make cow noises. Now if you don't know much 'bout cows, yes, they do moo. But they also make snufflin noises. And munchin noises. And they kinda cough and hack. I sure hope they aren't smokin out there in that dry grass.
I heard them out there. Early o'clock this mornin. I couldn't sleep on account because they was makin all that cow noise.
I had to get up and go bark at them. Me and Tux went out and barked them away from My fence. It's fun to bark and skeer them. You outta see them jump!
Welcome new neighbors. 
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Triple Bark</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/792245</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Aug 2012 14:04:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been borin 'round here Pups. So borin and stinkin hot that I just haven't had the nenergy to ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been borin 'round here Pups. So borin and stinkin hot that I just haven't had the nenergy to bark anything in my diary.
But today! Woo Hoo! Yeah, it's hot but it's been a triple bark day. First off, the mailman pulls in. Yep, in the package he handed Mommy there was some sacks of doggie treats. All for Me. Well, I do have to share them. But I should get most of them.
Then this afternoon, the bug killer man pulls into My driveway. Wahoo! Tux went out right away but I wanted to stay inside to bark at that guy. Mommy encouraged me to go out. I decided to go out after she pulled me off the Love-Seat-Look-Out.
Bark fest, lemme tell ya!
And while the bug killer man was here, brown truck man stopped out in front! 
It was a quick stop but bark-worthy jus' the same.
 
And don't tell Mommy but while she was gone shoppin this mornin, the guys came to move the irrigation pipe across the road. Super good barkin!

I'm not 'shamed to admit, I am one pooped pup after all that barkin. 'Cause with the barkin comes runnin back and forth along the fence, when we are doin our outside barkin.
It's hot out there. It takes it outta a pup.
I'll rest up and maybe there will some bicycle riders or walkers later this evenin when it starts to cool off.
I sure hope so!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Helpin Mommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/791729</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Aug 2012 11:08:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/791729</guid>
		<description>So Mommy needed to head to town for a couple of things. No problem. I can take care of the place whi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy needed to head to town for a couple of things. No problem. I can take care of the place while you are gone Mommy.
She went out the door. We are cool when she leaves.
But then I could hear her out in the garage. She was squealin, not a good, happy, fun squeal. She already had told me it looks like a crime scene out there. Lots of critter blood on the garage floor. So much that she will have to wash it off. Those cats are always draggin sumfin in there. 
Then I heard the big garage door open. She was still squealin.
I started barkin then. To help with whatever the reason for the squealin I could hear her, "Eewww, icky, I don't like snakes! Yuck!"
She had to sweep a lil baby gray Momba out from under her Es-ca-pay tires or she woulda squished it real good. For all you snake lovers out there, there was no savin it. Sum cat had done it in. So I kept up the barkin, for moral support or jus 'cause I could.
I think the thing is still layin out there. She is gonna have to deal with it.
I wonder how I could help her with it.
I will think 'bout that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gonna be a great day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/791469</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Aug 2012 07:36:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woo Hoo! It is gonna be a great day fur barkin at My place.
There is a Great Big field of wheat acr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! It is gonna be a great day fur barkin at My place.
There is a Great Big field of wheat across the road. Yeserday, they started harvestin the wheat. Way over there. 
Big green machines called combines go along and cut the wheat offa the stalk. Other big tractors follow along and the wheat gets dumped in the trailer things they are pullin. Or sumtimes a big farm truck follows along and the wheat get dumped in there.
Now they are workin already way over there. It is a big field but it doesn't take them a real long time 'cause those combines are big and there are a couple of them workin. So sumtime today they will be comin closer and closer to My place. And then the big trucks will drive right by My house to get into the field.
Ya see where I am goin with this?

Lots to BARK at!

Woo Hoo! It's shapin up to be a great day in My neighborhood.
Oh yeah, and Mommy needs to go to the city to get the boy's their kinda food. That means she won't be here to nag me to stop barkin!

Come on over if you want. We can bark to our hearts content!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chow down, pig out, scarf up....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/791347</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Aug 2012 19:11:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>However you wanna bark it.
There is just sumfin great about Free Cake!
Thank you Pups for all the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ However you wanna bark it.
There is just sumfin great about Free Cake!
Thank you Pups for all the cakes you've sent to Me and the other dogs. Even the kitty cats are stuffin their furry faces with catnip cake!

There is no way in the world I can get evfurrybuddy thanked so this is the only way it will work.


THANK YOU FOR THE CAKE!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And to think that I saw it on My road</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790711</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Jul 2012 08:55:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Have you pups evfur heard of a Dr. Seuss book called And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street?  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you pups evfur heard of a Dr. Seuss book called <i>And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street</i>? It's 'bout a kid who thinks up a whole bunch of stuff to tell his dad that he saw. The story grows and grows. 
Nobuddy woulda believed the kid so in the end he decides to tell what he axfurly saw.
You may not believe what I Really did see on My road already this mornin. But of course, comin from me, you can believe it. I always bark the truth. And that's the truth.
So first thing, right off the bat, right after breakfast, a person went by. This person had rollers on the shoes on her feet. On those rollers were little short skies. She was roller-skiin or sumfin. Weird.
Then along with the usual trucks, farm equipment and joggers and their dogs I just saw a neighbor. This is the neighbor that has 2 LWDs! But this time the neighbor didn't have his LWDs. He was on his 4-wheeler. He had a long leash (lead rope) and on the end of the leash was a horse. I guess he was out walkin his horse. 
Really weird! 
I wonder what else I will see to bark at on My road today?
Ya just never know. 

I gotta go. The neighbor on his 4-wheeler walkin his horse is comin back. I can hear the horse whinnyin!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Focus!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790583</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jul 2012 08:48:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790583</guid>
		<description>Ok, enough with it. First Cindy gets the 'tention. Bunches of rosettes and stuff. Then Mr. Drover cl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, enough with it. First Cindy gets the 'tention. Bunches of rosettes and stuff. Then Mr. Drover claims it's his birthday. He doesn't even Know when his birthday is, he was 'dopted. Ok, so it was his Gotcha Day. Back a hunnerd years or so ago he came to live here.
He got tons of messages and rosettes and special gifties. 

Enough! He's taken down the birthday pic and gone back to bein a nome. No more birthday cuppy cake background. Enough, done, finished, all gone.

Can we focus on the Important One?
That would be ME!

I am still on guard duty on my Love-Seat-Look-Out-Perch. I am the Only one who barks at stuff sumtimes. I am the one who stirs up the guys if it is a Really Big security threat.
Let's face it. I am Daddy's Grrl. Top Dog. Head of Security. Chief Kitty Tush Sniffer. The Keeper of the Cookies. Ok, well, that would be Mommy, but I am the one who goes outside, turns around, comes in and sits nice. So's we can All have cookies. The boys haven't figured out that trick yet.

So let's focus evfurryone. 
It's all about ME!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy's fine</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790331</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jul 2012 15:18:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Evfurrything went fine with his Procedure. He's not 'sposed to drive or operate heavy machinery for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Evfurrything went fine with his Procedure. He's not 'sposed to drive or operate heavy machinery for 12 hours so he is stayin home. 
But it's borin. He was gonna go for a walk. Too hot. And he still didn't want to get too far away from the indoor potty place.
So we are all bein like slugs and nappin.

Bark at ya later. Thanks for the good thoughts and prayers that Daddy would be fine. He is!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun time ahead!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790093</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Jul 2012 06:22:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/790093</guid>
		<description>This is so great! Daddy is home, yeserday, today and tomorrow.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Yeserday, D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is so great! Daddy is home, yeserday, today and tomorrow.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Yeserday, Daddy had a dogtor 'pointment. He was gone a long time. But he didn't have to go to work. That's good.
This mornin, Daddy did go to work. But he was wearin sweat pants and a t-shirt, not his soldier uniform. And he will be comin back with a computer from work. He can work here at home and I can keep him company. I guess the work computer has better games on it than his computer here at home. :-/
He can't eat anything today. Only drink stuff. Clear liquids. Zaidie,  please send a case of Bodka Dwips&trade;. I'll pay you later.
And then he has some pills and some yucky stuff to drink. And he can't be far away from the indoor potty place. That's why he's not goin to work. He can take the work computer into the indoor potty place and not have any 'barrassin potty axidents. 
Then tomorrow, Daddy goes to have sum Procedure. It's called a Ca-Lie-Doe-Scopee. Or maybe it's like Co-low-ne-al-scopee. I dunno. But then he will be home with Me! I bet he will play and play with me. :-)

Oh, and Mommy wants your folks to know, this is just a routine deal. But we would 'preciate your good thoughts and prayers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, these cats!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789935</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 05:39:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789935</guid>
		<description>You pups know I got lots of kitty cats 'round My place. I got 2 kitties that stay in the house alla  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know I got lots of kitty cats 'round My place. I got 2 kitties that stay in the house alla time. I got one kitty that comes and goes. And there are 3 kitty cats that live in the garage and stay outside.
Mommy or Daddy goes out to tuck in those 3 garage cats in the evenings. They are like 9 years old and they don't go too far away. They even kinda hang out waitin to be tucked in.
Last night, Scooter, the one who really doesn't go very far away at all, wasn't anywhere to be found.
You shoulda seen my pawrents. Runnin 'round, wringin their hands. Not a clue 'bout what to do.
I told 'em to clam down. To go 'round our place and call for her. Told Mommy to check cross the road. Told Daddy to walk along the wheat field.
See, I figured sumfin probbly skeered her and she ran to hide. Coulda been sum boys walkin dogs. Coulda been one of these feral tom cats we get 'round here. Coulda been anything.
She didn't come when they were callin her. She didn't even show up when it was bedtime.
So when Tux needed out at very early o'clock, Daddy looked for her again. 
Found her over under our garage lean-to thing. She was fine. Kinda wet like she had been in the tall grass 'round here. But fine. 
Daddy put her in the garage, safe and sound.

These cats! See what I have to put up with 'round here?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Look Ma! No leash!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789703</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Jul 2012 08:46:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789703</guid>
		<description>'Cause I obey Daddy real good, well, almost real good, almost all the time, Me and Tux got to go on  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Cause I obey Daddy real good, well, almost real good, almost all the time, Me and Tux got to go on a No Leash At All walk. 
Don't panic Pups. Daddy makes sure there are No vehicles comin on the road where we have to walk for 'bout a couple of feet. We went down to the field way down there by the river. Then we even took a side trip down to sum water by the neighbor's field.
Cool huh?
We didn't see anything 'xcitin but as always there were tons of good smells to smell. We got a good workout. And a ton of cookies when we got back!

Here's hopin your day is great.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Everready Barker</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789300</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Jul 2012 08:48:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's me! Whenever, whatever. I bark.

The other day, Me and Tux rushed outside to bark at a stra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's me! Whenever, whatever. I bark.

The other day, Me and Tux rushed outside to bark at a strange vehicle in the driveway. It stayed and stayed so we barked and barked. Even when it started to sprinkle and I 'bout got soaked to the bones, we stayed out there. Plus, nobudy would open the door and let us in.
Then 'nother day the mailman left 2 boxes on our front doorstep. Mommy and Daddy weren't home so us dogs had a Good time barkin at the mailman. So close!
And then yeserday the brown truck guy pulled in and Mommy carried in a big box. None of the stuff has been for me though. :-( Brother is sending some of his junk home from where ever he is. Fixin to come home for sumthin called "leave".
Also yeserday, 2 guys moved the irrigation pipe in the neighbor's field. We were inside then. Mommy was outside doin yard trimmin stuff. She could hear us all barkin at those guys. She was so proud. 
And then again this mornin those guys came back to move the pipe again to a different spot. We were all outside then. 
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK 
You know how it goes.
Good boy Drover (gag) went in right away when Mommy called "all dogs come". Tux deserted soon after. That left me out there to do all the barkin by my lil' self. But I can handle whatever comes along. It wasn't 'til those 2 hoodlum guys got barked way over there did I come in.
And I didn't even get a cookie.  

And this is after a bad night. Mommy and Daddy had stayed up late watchin some TV program. I am talkin late, like 10:15! Shockin, huh?
Now usually my pawrents go to bed and go to sleep 'bout when their heads hit the pillows. Not last night. Mommy was yakkin it up sumfin fierce. Gah! I couldn't get to sleep! I jumped off the bed and they invited me back up. I got up. She wouldn't shut up. I jumped off the bed. They invited me back up. This went on and on. She just yakked and yakked. 
YAKYAKYAKYAKYAK You know how it goes?
And it was dumb stuff she was yakkin 'bout.
Hmm, I jus' noticed that the word yak and bark have sum of the same letter. Anywho, she was yakkin 'bout nuthin!

She finally shut up and we could all get to sleep.

I hope I can grab sum good shut eye today. I have been one busy pup.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get up lazy bones</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/789032</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jul 2012 08:43:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mommy! Get up! Good grief. I have things to bark at!
Daddy fed us and Mommy slept and slept and sle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy! Get up! Good grief. I have things to bark at!
Daddy fed us and Mommy slept and slept and slept.
When she finally came stumblin out to the livin room (pre-coffee stumblin) I was on the loveseat. Not my Love-Seat-Look-Out, just on the seat part. Daddy still had the blinds closed. Ya know, to keep me quiet. She said she thought Daddy had taped my mouth shut. :-0

Later Daddy made it up to me though. I got to go outside the wire with him to check on how much rain we've had. To see how wet the dirt was out there. He was hoping there was enough to help the weeds green back up, I guess.

Hey and big shout outs to Cleo, Fizzy, Hershey and Demon Flash Bandit! Congrats on your Diary Picks today! Treats all 'round!

We are havin our monsoon season. I don't like it. I Do Not like to get wet. Expect Notme to be visitin my place if the rain showers don't lay off.
In fact he did visit the other day. Me and Tux and Samcat and Mommy was downstairs. When we went upstairs, there was Drover-sized poop at the top of the stairs. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You pups think he is such a saint but he ain't! Bol!

Stay cool today Pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Durn cat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/788686</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Jul 2012 13:55:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pups know that I stay in guard/bark duty from the back of My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Sumtimes I stan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I stay in guard/bark duty from the back of My Love-Seat-Look-Out. Sumtimes I stand up, when it is a big time thing to bark at. Sumtimes I relax up there if there is not much to bark at, or if I just need to let out a warnin bark evfurry now and then.
This mornin I jumped up there. Kinda slow this mornin so I coulda relaxed. But that durn SamCat had been messin with the blinds. He likes to get between the window and the blinds. He puts little cat nose prints on the windows. He likes to try to catch flys and junk.
He messed up the blinds. I had to stand there to do my warnin barks.
<a id="img2366689197"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/windowZoe001.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2366689197');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/windowZoe001.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Like this</a> Sorry that is so big but you get to see me nearly life-sized!
<a id="img5820047626"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/windowZoe002.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5820047626');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/windowZoe002.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">And Like this</a>
<a id="img5357496299"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/windowZoe003.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5357496299');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/windowZoe003.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">And no matter how pitiful I looked Mommy wouldn't fix them</a>

I had to stand up for hours to do my security work.

This afternoon we were all outside. I got the boys to barkin. We were all over in the corner of the yard barkin like crazy. Like there was sumfin goin along on the road. 
Mommy couldn't see anything that we needed to bark at. 
She walked over across the driveway to the fence over there. She pulled sum leaves offa the fence. She brought them over and waved them in my face. Rude.
I stopped barkin at the leaves then. I am just not 'preciated around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm slippin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/788566</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jul 2012 15:48:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What could be wrong with me? Maybe I need sum professional help or sumfin.

This mornin, I was sno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What could be wrong with me? Maybe I need sum professional help or sumfin.

This mornin, I was snoozing on Brother's bed. The bedroom window was wide open lettin in the fresh, cool, mornin breeze.
A kid rode by on his bicycle. He was singin in a high-pitched voice.

I didn't bark or pay him no 'ttention.

This afternoon, I was snoozin on My love-seat-look-out perch. The big ol' trash truck stopped and dumped our container into the big ol' trash truck.

I didn't bark or pay it no 'ttention.

It came back by My place in a couple minutes. I only raised my head to look out the window after it had already gone by. Ok, so the windows were closed and the AC thing was makin it's noise. 
But still.

I am beginnin to wonder 'bout me. Could I have a hearin loss? Ya know, from all the barkin that goes on 'round here?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Super early</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/788370</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jul 2012 04:34:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So there I was, snoozing away. Me and Mommy heard sumfin. Could it be the naughty cats playin with t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So there I was, snoozing away. Me and Mommy heard sumfin. Could it be the naughty cats playin with the blinds out in the livin room? Or it might be sumone movin the irrigation pipe in the neighbor's field. That happens sumtimes, not too often.
We laid there for awhile. Listenin. Then Mommy got outta bed and stuck her ear to the window. Then I decided I better get on the job. 
I jumped outta bed. Daddy asked what time it was. I told him is was very early o'clock and I would take care of the noise.
Mommy told him it was 3:45.
I ran down the hall and met Tux at the door. We went out. I started barkin while I was still on the top step. Then I saw it or rather heard it.
Sure 'nuf, sumbody was over there movin the pipe. Not makin much noise but the pipe just naturally makes noise when it's gettin moved.

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!!!!!!

Daddy came out then and called us to come in. Tux gave up first. I stuck it out to the very end. Daddy had to use his army sergeant voice to get me back inside. Bol!

Mommy punched the button and started the coffee a-makin'. 
Me? I went back to bed. :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fizzy's sick, Daddy's home and I'm goin invisible</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/788090</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jul 2012 05:54:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sendin big ol' POP to our Pal Fizzy. He is one sick pup. Get well soon Fizzy!

Daddy got home last ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sendin big ol' POP to our Pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1059297">Fizzy</a>. He is one sick pup. Get well soon Fizzy!

Daddy got home last night. I sure was a happy pup when Mommy told me to look see who was pullin in. I missed him. And he was good an' stinky from workin 'round my Colorado farm. He got too busy doin other stuff so's he didn't have a chance to tear down the peepole Outside potty place. But he still smelled good from other smells.

And I need to go invisible here in just awhile. Groomin/torture day. ARGH!
I am Super Fuzzy and Super Cute. Why does Mommy need to go and mess with perfection? I will try to bark at ya later, if I survive.

Have a nice day in yur part of the world.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why bark?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/787500</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jul 2012 06:12:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That is the question Mommy kept askin me yeserday. In her hollerin voice.
I barked at Every vehicle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That is the question Mommy kept askin me yeserday. In her hollerin voice.
I barked at Every vehicle that went past my place. And I barked at sum other stuff that is top secret (to pawrents, you pups know what I was barkin at).
Mommy claims I barked way too much. "What are you barkin at? Why are you barkin so much?"

My reply: Why Not?!
It's what we do, is it not? 

Hold on.
There went a neighbor, givin his cow dog a ride on his four-wheeler.
BarkBarkBark!

Anywhos, I hope you are all ok after the fireworks and thunderstorms you barked about. Poor Pals! Sum of you spent your day tremblin, hidin and skeered. Some of you were even Drugged!
It was purdy clam around my place. There were only a few boom sounds off in the distance. No big deal.
Tux got upset for sum reason and kinda ran around in here. Then Mommy let us go out and found out Tux Really needed to go poopy. He was better after that. Bol!

So Daddy made it to My Colorado farm. He is kinda discouraged about all the clean up that needs to happen. More than 60 years of junk has piled up. He doesn't know where to start. Take a chill pill Daddy. It doesn't have to all get done overnight. Leave me sum stuff to sniff around in.
Oh! And he may bring Me back some antlers! There are sum old, old ones outside. Mommy told him to skip those. They wouldn't be good for chewin. But there are sum inside the shack. He may bring me those! Yes!

Last night he saw a buck. For you city pups, that is a big boy deer. Daddy watched him and he watched Daddy til he moseyed off. It's good to know I will have deer neighbors to bark at when I move there.

Mommy is gonna go have lunch with Sissor today in the city where there is a Petco. She says she doesn't need to go to Petco fur anything.
Uh, yes, you do Mommy. I need Stuff! I am almost out!

Bark at ya later Pals. I am continuin with my Constant Barkin again today. You do the same!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Noms for me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/787340</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Jul 2012 09:03:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/787340</guid>
		<description>Woot! I just got a bite of watermelon! Yummy!
And I keep furgettin to tell ya 'bout sumthing else t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! I just got a bite of watermelon! Yummy!
And I keep furgettin to tell ya 'bout sumthing else to eat in my yard. And I am not barkin 'bout grass.
We have sum bushes out there that have little yellow berry things. The robins and Cedar Waxwings come and eat them and leave seedy birdy poops all over anything they can sit on and then take a poop.
Anywhos, those little berry things are right within my reach. All's I have to do is go out there next to the bushes and open my fuzzy little mouth and have a taste.
Mommy calls them current bushes. Daddy has a lame joke about needin to plug in sum electrictronical gadget and to "just use a current bush". I don't get no shock when I eat them. They taste good to me.

On another note. Daddy took off this mornin for My Colorado farm. Mommy wanted to go but Sissor couldn't come to pet-sit on us this time. Daddy Really wants to be able to live there but the peepoles at his job just won't let him move. On this "mission" Daddy is gonna tear down the Outhouse. Serious. There is a stinkin ol' outhouse that was still being used. Hopefully that will help Daddy feel better. :-/

And on that note, all pups, have a safe and fun holiday. That is if you live in the USA. If not, well, still have a safe and fun day. ;-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sweet treat?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/787158</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Jul 2012 05:20:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pups know I bark a lot. But did you know I am sweet?

Neither did I.

Mommy was ridin 'round ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know I bark a lot. But did you know I am sweet?

Neither did I.

Mommy was ridin 'round on that noisy mower thing yeserday Over on the other side of the driveway. She saw me poopin in My yard. Right by the clothes line pole.
No big deal, huh?

So when she was done mowin over there, she came over to scoop my cute lil poopie.
She couldn't find it. 

Tux has a habit of "helpin" clean up the yard. He doesn't eat his own poop (eewww) but he has been known to eat some Schnauzer poop. 'Specially mine. I guess it just tastes good. Ya know, 'cause I'm so sweet and all.


shuddup Drover]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick for me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/786965</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Jul 2012 05:50:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/786965</guid>
		<description>But what is up with Dogster? When Mommy opened up My email this morning I had a message from Redford ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ But what is up with Dogster? When Mommy opened up My email this morning I had a message from Redford. He sent me my cool pic. And I had a rosette waiting from the Snarky Schnauzers. Mommy knew sumfin was up. 

But no message from Dogster lettin me know of my Pick.

I also don't get messages of comments from Your diary entries and pictures. Ya know, when I comment then sum other pup comments, Dogster lets me know. Not anymore. 

I just may have to growl at Dogster HQ about this. I like to have My email box filled with messages and that just hasn't been happenin.


But Woo Hoo fur My Diary Pick today!

Help me celebrate! Have some ice cream.
<a id="img1710356843"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/scoops_of_ice_cream-2229.gif" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1710356843');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/scoops_of_ice_cream-2229.gif', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Ice Cream for all!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One reason I don't get up at way-early o'clock...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/786559</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jun 2012 06:30:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So's I don't get blamed on puttin poopie in the hall.

Ok, so you pups know that we do get up at e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So's I don't get blamed on puttin poopie in the hall.

Ok, so you pups know that we do get up at early o'clock. But Mommy says Tux has some kind of infernal alarm clock. He gets up at 'bout 4 o'clock and stands beside the bed. Waggin. Mommy or Daddy get up to let him go outside. Now that happens evfurry mornin. This mornin Mommy and Daddy both got outta bed. But Daddy said he would let Tux out. Drover was up millin 'round too.
Me? I stayed in bed of course. Who needs to get up at that early time? Not me.
So Mommy used the inside potty room and got back in bed. I had my ears stickin outta the covers. I heard Daddy let the boys out. Then he turned on the light in the hall. Rude. Then he started rubbin on the carpet and sprayin the bad-smell spray. 'Bout then Mommy asked what was goin on. 
Poop in the hall. Not dire-rear poop but not ol' dried up poop either. It was 'bout Drover sized. And Daddy had stepped in it.

So this is why I don't get up and wander 'round in the dark. I don't get blamed for none of the naughtiness that sumtimes goes on 'round here.
This happened another time too. Daddy also needs to learn to just let Mommy get up and let the boys out at way-early o'clock.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hot and cold</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/786319</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 05:45:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so usually in the summertime when I go out first thing in the mornin right after breakfast, my c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so usually in the summertime when I go out first thing in the mornin right after breakfast, my cute little feeties get wet. Not that we have very high humididity but stuff does that condensational thing over night. We all come in with soppin wet feeties.
This summer is different. The other day and two was real hot in the daytime. 'Member Me and Daddy set up our AC unit? It helped it feel good in the house. Me and Mommy sleeped On Top of the covers for a couple of nights.
But this mornin, no wet feeties outside. We were walkin on frost. Cold feeties came inside this mornin.  

Crazy huh? A pup just can't figure out how to dress around here.
Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strawberry season</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/786237</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jun 2012 13:49:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We have strawberries growin in My little garden. Last year, I liked to go under the net stuff to pic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have strawberries growin in My little garden. Last year, I liked to go under the net stuff to pick my own strawberries to snack on. Once I even got stucked in the net stuff. That was 'barrassin. 
This year, Daddy put up a fence around the whole little garden area. 
I am not allowed in there now. But there was a strawberry hangin real close to the fence. So close, I could see it and almost get my fuzzy lips around it. But not quite. I worked and worked to get at that nice, red strawberry.

Don't tell Daddy 'bout this next part.

Mommy helped me get the strawberry. She came over and was able to reach the strawberry with her fingers. She pulled it out of the fence but she let me pick it off the plant. Well, almost. She kinda pulled it off while I was pullin too. 
Yummy! I am a good lil strawberry picker.
Just don't tell Daddy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Up an' at 'em</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785869</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Jun 2012 08:08:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785869</guid>
		<description>You pups know we get up early 'round My place. We get up and then us dogs eat breakfast and nap for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know we get up early 'round My place. We get up and then us dogs eat breakfast and nap for awhile. Well, I have no idea what the boy dogs do. I get up when it's time to eat. They get up way before I do.
This morning, Me and Daddy slept in. I got up for breakfast but Daddy stayed in bed. He deserves some sleep-in time.
We went out to potty and Mommy was scoopin poopie. A lady jogger was a-comin. Gotta bark at her! Plenty o' bark time 'cause she wasn't movin very fast.
After that, we went inside. Hmm, Daddy was up then.
Anywho, this day the folks talked for a bit and then went out to do yard work. Early o'clock. Mommy and Daddy were pullin weeds out in the chicken yard. We were messing round in our yard.
It got stinkin hot here yesterday. That's why we went out early to do our outside stuff. Then I helped Daddy set up our AC unit. We will be able to stay cool later today.

Oh and this is funny. One of Mommy's hands has been hurtin. Hurtin enough to go to the clinic. Now she has sum medicine to take for a few days. It's called PregnantZone or sumfin. Don't worry, I am not gonna be gettin any of them little baby humans round My place. Anyways, the medicine don't taste good. Even tryin to swallow it real fast still leaves an icky taste in Mommy's mouth. She said maybe she should wrap the pills in cheese like she does when one of us dogs has to take medicine pills. 
So ha ha on Mommy. Now she knows what it is like for us pups.

Be cool today pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Odds and ends</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785719</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jun 2012 06:24:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785719</guid>
		<description>So there's another cat showing up as Dog of the Day. If you let your mousie pointer hover over the c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So there's another cat showing up as Dog of the Day. If you let your mousie pointer hover over the community tab, the cat shows up.

And Demon Flash Bandit Isn't a Diary Pick today. Sorry Big Dog. Maybe HQ didn't get their burger bribe for today. 

Yesterday was Tux's made up birthday and fur real gotcha day. Wow! He got a ton of goodies on his page. You pups are so generous. Mommy spent the day trying to keep up sendin thank yous out. In case she missed any, Tux really does send his thanks.

Sissor didn't come home this weekend. She is goin to meet up with sum of her friends that she met when workin in Jellystone National Park. They are goin to sum movie. So she won't be here with her dirty socks and junk.

Remember I have a Brother? He is in the Air Force. Right now he is in San Antonio for a few weeks learning how to not walk into airplane propellers or sumfin. Then he will go to Washington state and watch Power Points on how to build a fire without a match. Then he will be able to come home for a day or month! He hasn't been home for a Really Long Time. I hope he remembers me. I wonder if he will bring me sumfin. He is much nicer than Sissor. Bol!

And that is what is goin on 'round here. I need to get on my love-seat-look-out to do my security work.
Later pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sumfin else I noticed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785453</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jun 2012 07:20:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am not gettin notified when you generous pups send me rosettes and stuff. Now I am not tryin to be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not gettin notified when you generous pups send me rosettes and stuff. Now I am not tryin to be rude but I'm not used to havin' to check my page for evfurrything that goes on. I do miss gettin emails in My own box from Dogster lettin me know what is goin on.
So Thank You for sendin rosettes and leavin comments and stuff like that!

And I would suggest you pups check your own pages for rosettes and stuff. I have sent out like hunnerds of rosettes in the past couple days and I don't think you are bein rude, but you aren't barkin "thank you".
Well, ok, not hunnerds, but a couple.
Just check your pages, pups. I know you don't wanna be rude either.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In the Loop!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785441</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jun 2012 04:48:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785441</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! Another Diary Pick for Me today!
And thanks to Dogster, I am not getting Any pmail about a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! Another Diary Pick for Me today!
And thanks to Dogster, I am not getting Any pmail about anything! No notices about being a Diary Pick. No messages from my pals when they comment on my diary. No messages when I comment and sum other pup comments on sum other pup's diary entry. Grrrr!

And Demon Flash Bandit, the Big Dog, has a Diary Pick today! Congrats, again!

And Zaidie is gonna be plannin another summer bash, he has a Diary Pick today! Congrats Z!

And I don't know if it's just how My Community page is showing up, but I can see a Cat as Dog of the Day! Sumhow, that is just wrong. I mean, really, I am ok with cats, unlike sum of you pups. But this is Dogster.

What is goin on with this place?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have to do evfurrything myself</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/785299</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jun 2012 07:08:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This place would be a toadal mess without Me doing evfurrything around here.

First of all, Me and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This place would be a toadal mess without Me doing evfurrything around here.

First of all, Me and the Big Dog, Demon Flash Bandit have Diary Picks today (congrats Big Dog) and Dogster didn't tell Me 'bout it.
Mommy was checkin her email thing and there was no notice. But I got a rosette from the Three Snarky Schnauzers so I told Mommy to go onto Dogster and check the Community page and then see who had Diary Picks. Then sweet Nina sent me the cool piccie. Uh, Mommy, I have a Diary Pick today. She was like, still clueless. *sigh*

And the other day I barked 'bout havin' the Plus status disappear. After houndin' Mommy 'bout it, she Finally called the Dogster HQ place and got it straightened out.
But even though Inkspot's background had disappeared, all the cats had their Plus status showing. Over here on Dogster, none of us dogs had our Plus status showing. No picture captions. Only pictures on the main page. Mommy, again, was clueless as to what to do. I told her to try sumfin. Give me a bone. That refreshes the page. Sure nuf. Plus status was back. Ok, now go give Cindy, Drover and Tux some bones. Again, Plus status was back.

I am the only one who is Constantly on guard duty. I stay up on the love-seat-look-out-perch. I don't miss Anything that goes by My place. And there is Always Sumfin, trust me to find the teeniest thing to bark at. 

See what I mean? Where would we be without Me?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Practicin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784781</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jun 2012 04:58:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know how I ended up bein outside with Daddy. The boys were all lazy like or sumfin and they  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know how I ended up bein outside with Daddy. The boys were all lazy like or sumfin and they were inside. That's a good thing.
I got to go outside the wire with Daddy. Just me and my Dad.
We walked around the Outside of our place. Daddy was checking the status of weeds along our fence. I was practicin' bein' a farm dog. You know, for when we move to Colorado and I am in charge over the place.
I even got to snatch a big mouthful of cat food from the garage. Score!

Now Me and Daddy are sleepin' in on account o' because it's Father's Day. That's my treat to him, 'cause, well, we bought a farm! That's a Big pressie! Bol!

Happy Father's Day to all of you Daddy's! You pups, give your Daddy's some snuggle time and be nice to 'em.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Plus? Minus :-(</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784639</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 05:31:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784639</guid>
		<description>What happened? I had Dogster Plus. Mommy paid to extend my Plus account. It didn't 'spire 'til June  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What happened? I had Dogster Plus. Mommy paid to extend my Plus account. It didn't 'spire 'til June 21 anyways. They didn't take the money yet but they gave me more zealies. Evfurrything seemed okey dokey.

This mornin' we noticed My Plus account status is gone.
Grrr.

Mommy will call those Say peepoles bright an early Monday mornin an give 'em what for.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy's Home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784531</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jun 2012 08:42:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesday afternoon we was messin around outside. I saw a car coming down the road so 'course I barked  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesday afternoon we was messin around outside. I saw a car coming down the road so 'course I barked at it. But it didn't go right on by My place. Car pulled into My driveway.
It was Daddy in his car! 
My barkin turned into happy arrrroooooin and a-squealin! I mean, I hadn't seen Daddy in like 2 weeks and 2 days or sumfin. I had missed My Daddy!
He parked in the garage and came on into the yard. I was so happy my little stubby tail was goin a hunnerd miles an hour. In fact the tail waggin turned into a TBW (Toadal Body Wag). 
We came in inside and I was doin zoomies all ofur the place, 'cause I was so happy.
Little while later, Daddy started bringin in all of his stuff. All the camo Army stuff that he had packed up for Annual Training. And sum stuff from My farm in Colorado.
That stuff smells different. Weird. Not so good. Dirty, greasy. Eewww. Mommy took to doing Daddy's laundry right away. Then she started cleaning up some of the stuff that Daddy had brought back. I helped Daddy put his Army stuff back in the basement where it lives most of the time.
Later still, Daddy sat in his big brown recliner. You know, the one I gave him for Father's Day? That one. I jumped up there, flipped over on my back and got a good 'ol tummy rub. Axfurly, Daddy even kinda pounded on my tummy but I liked that too.
Sure is good to have Daddy home. He had to go to work today but he is comin home early, just to spend time with his cute lil 'ol Schnauzie girl. :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aunt Evil's dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784295</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 11:23:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some of you didn't know me when Aunt Evil came to my house a year or five ago. She is Daddy's sister ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some of you didn't know me when Aunt Evil came to my house a year or five ago. She is Daddy's sister. She has been a dog groomer/torturer. So that's what she did when she visited us. Tortured me. She pulled the hairs outta my cute lil ears. So much that they started bleeding. Serious.
That's why I call her Aunt Evil. I don't know if that is her real name. Maybe not.

Anywho, she was there in Colorado when Mommy went for a quick trip. Mommy got to meet Aunt Evil's two Cocker Spaniels. They are nice dogs named Mariah and Mercedes. One of them was real friendly but one was sad and missing her daddy. She didn't want to be petted and just stayed with Aunt Evil. 
And those girls could bark! They barked evfurrytime anybudy pulled up. They barked evfurrytime anybudy went outta the shack or into the shack. In other words, they were good at what they did. :-) And they didn't get hollered at to stop, like I do. Oh, Mommy said they Did stop barking after a minute or thirty.

Lemme tell ya though. These girls have it made. They get fed high-class kibble and they get it Three times a day! Have you ever heard of such a thing? They get fed at 6am, 11am and sum other time. They get to sleep on the peepole bed. Daddy said one time they tried to sleep on his feet but he made them move.
They don't get peepole food though. One of them has tummy trubbles so they can only get their high-class kibble, even for a treat.

They liked to go walking with Daddy over My farm. He even called one of them his farm dog. I guess that is ok, for now. Not when I move there. Then there is only room for One farm dog. That's Me. 

Oh well, Mommy said they went home yesterday anyways. Now Daddy is there all alone. Hurry home Daddy! Your farm dog misses you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back to barkin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/784167</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 14:12:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Finally! While Mommy was gone, Sissor kept me all tied up with duck tape so's I couldn't bark, much. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Finally! While Mommy was gone, Sissor kept me all tied up with duck tape so's I couldn't bark, much.
Mommy got back, Sissor left, so let the barkin begin!
And it's been a good day. We were outside messin 'round. Mommy was scrubbin out a cat box. A mini van pulled in. We don't know nobudy with a mini van so's we started up barkin. Course, we do that with anybudy even if we know them. We got right at the fence, can't get no closer, barkin. Mommy went out our gate to talk to a fat man and a little kid. She didn't take the piece of paper the man wanted to give her. We was barkin so much, I have no idea what they was talkin 'bout. And Mommy didn't even try to get us to shush up.
They turned 'round and got back in their mini van. Mommy came back in the yard and finished her cat box cleanin. Then we went in.
A little while later, Mommy was back in the bedroom. But not me. I was on back-of-the-love-seat-duty. 
I sent up the alarm. Tux jumped on the love seat. Drover jumped up there too.
Mailman. Comin right to our front door! He had a package and the mail. Mommy told him he sure sneakied up on us today. HA! He didn't sneaky up on this lil dog. He told Mommy he musta had on his ninja outfit to be able to sneaky up on us.
Right. Hand over the package, bub.
And in the package was My Zuke's treats and sum Newman's Own chicken treats. And sum junk for Mommy's bad knees.

There's been some bike riders and of course the worker men. All bark worthy.
It's been a good day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yaaawn...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/783680</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jun 2012 09:18:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, here I am, stuck with Scissor. It's boring! Really boring&acirc;&brvbar; At least I managed to get her to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, here I am, stuck with Scissor. It's boring! Really boring… At least I managed to get her to type this up for me. 

A little bit after Mommy left on Thursday, a car pulled into the driveway, then into the garage. Honestly, the nerve of some people! We were barking away, of course, and pretty soon the back door opened. We all ran outside to the gate, staring at the garage and waiting for Mommy or Daddy to show up. I was wagging my little tail, watching. I turned around then, saw Scissor sitting on the steps, laughing at us. Oh yeah, guess she's the one who opened the door! I ran over to say hi so she wouldn't feel bad, then went back to the gate to wait. But, it was just Scissor. A little later, Drover and me were sprawled out on the furniture inside, looking all depressed. Scissor didn't care, of course. She just brought in her stinky laundry, looked through the fridge to see what she could eat, and turned on the tv. She found about four or fourteen silly sci-fi movies and set them to record, and I could just tell how much fun the weekend would be. 

And it's been about as exciting as I thought it would be. Scissor sits around on her computer, lets us in and out, yells at me when I bark. Hey, I'm just trying to liven things up around here! Oh, and get this -- she fed the guys my food. My food! To the guys! She made some lame excuse about not having her coffee yet, blah blah blah. Oh, and I've had to pick up after everybody. Twice, Drover took a toy outside. Scissor didn't even realize until I brought it in. You're welcome! At least she hasn't forgotten to feed us, and she gives us treats. Not enough, though. Mommy will be home today to rescue me -- just a few more hours!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So here's what's happenin</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/783282</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jun 2012 07:43:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and Mommy have been discussin how we should do this entry. Some of you was confussed 'bout my mos ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and Mommy have been discussin how we should do this entry. Some of you was confussed 'bout my most recent entry. And since the stuff is 'bout grown-up peepoles stuff Mommy wondered if she should take over My diary for a bit.
But hey, this is My diary. I can handle it. And I know you pups can handle it. 

 I am goin bark some hard stuff. Peepole sumtimes (most times) do dumb stuff. Daddy's dad did a very mean, selfish thing last Friday early in the morning. Daddy's mom found him in their living room. 
He had been in a lot of pain since he had gotten hurt back in April, fallin offa tractor. He felt he could not go on livin with the pain, so he took his life.
Now Daddy is there with his sister trying to take care of business stuff. Another brother will be there on Friday. 


Anywho, awhile back I told you pups how I was gonna have to be boarded sumtime this summer and then Sissor said she would stay here with us dogs and cats. The reason we need sumone to watch over us is that Daddy and Mommy are buying Daddy's folk's place. It is a small working farm and Daddy grew up there. He has always wanted to go back there. His dad had finally decided to sell the place to Mommy and Daddy. The paperwork had already gotten started bein worked on. So now, Mommy will be leavin tomorrow to sign the papers with Daddy to make it all legal. Sissor will be takin care of us while Mommy is gone a couple of days.

Then I will be a Colorado Farm Dog! 

Ok, not for awhile. Daddy will be retirin' in 'bout 3 years and then we will all move there. In that time, we can decide where we want our house and what kind of house we want. Don't worry pups, we will Not live in the no-plumbin shack that is there now.
When we get moved I think I will be in barkin distance of Coco Rose and Puff! Well, we will be kinda neighbors.

Ya'll can come over and we can run all over the 80 acres! There's even sum cows there, we can chase them! :-0


Please don't send no rosettes. Just please keep Daddy's mom in your thoughts and prayers. She is doin "ok" but then she never has been a person to let out what she is really feelin. She will be spendin sum time with one of Daddy's brothers and his wife in Missouri, at least that is the current plan.

And pups I won't be able to bark at you after tomorrow morning, for a couple of days. Unless I can con Sissor into bein' my typist. She'll prolly be busy doin her laundry and knittin. I hope she remembers to feed me. 

Later pals.
Thanks for bein my pals, pals. You pups are the best.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stinkin' Internet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782978</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jun 2012 07:04:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My internet connection has been stinkin' awful for the past few days or hours. I got stuff to bark ' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My internet connection has been stinkin' awful for the past few days or hours. I got stuff to bark 'bout and I am bein stifled!
I am dictatin this to the typist on her computer "notepad" thingy. She is watchin the little blue computers at the bottom of the desktop deal. As soon as the little blue world is showin, she has been structed to rush to My Dogster page and post this entry.
And get this: our internet provider is called Big Dog. Fur sure there is not a Real dog runnin the show or things wouldn't be in the mess they are in.

Anywho, last evening, Mommy wouldn't let us outside. We were bout ready to pop but I could see the Georgiecat out there. She was playin with a mousie. Mommy didn't want us pups to get ahold of the mousie. She went out and got the pooper scooper and kinda bopped the mousie so's it wouldn't try to 'scape off the scooper deal. Georgiecat didn't follow her out of the yard so she pitched the mousie over into the weedy place. Fly free little mousie.
Then we got to go out in the yard. I was sure givin the spot a good sniffin. But that mousie was long gone and I doubt if it was gonna come back.


Things are goin on in peepoles lives. Daddy left last week for his National Guard annual training. He called Mommy just a day or so after that and I could tell Mommy was upset. She was saying things like, oh no, Ken! Oh my gosh! And even a couple of words I can't  bark here. Mommy talked to Daddy on the phone a lot that day. Daddy had to leave his annual training to go to be with his mom in Colorado. His dad did sumthin bad to himself. Now Daddy and his sister (Aunt Evil, who torn the hairs outta my lil ears once upon a time) are there with their mom now. They are takin care of things that need to be taken care of. Daddy's mom may even come to live with us sumtime. They don't want her livin in the shack all alone. It is a dump without runnin water, serious.

Pups, please don't send me rosettes. Just send good thoughts to the peepoles there in Colorado as they sort though stuff and try to make good decisions and stuff.
Thanks pals! 
Oh and if you comment or send pmail, don't think I am ignorin you. It's the stinkin internet.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pals need Pals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782512</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 May 2012 20:00:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782512</guid>
		<description>Hey Pals, wanna make a new Pal? Sum of ya know Skipper but if you don't you oughta.
Head over to he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pals, wanna make a new Pal? Sum of ya know <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1246429">Skipper</a> but if you don't you oughta.
Head over to her page and send her a pup pal request. She is a nice grrl and barks an innerestin diary too.

And big grrl <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/590841">Abby</a> in Saskatoon needs some prayers and good thoughts. Her mom found a bump on her tummy and she's headin to the vet to check it out tomorrow.
Bump be nuthin!


Thanks Pals for your help!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mini Schnauzer - Mega Barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782474</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 May 2012 13:09:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This has been a furtastic day fur barkin at My place! And it ain't over yet.

The bug killer man s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This has been a furtastic day fur barkin at My place! And it ain't over yet.

The bug killer man showed up this mornin. When he is here, it's like 45 minutes or days of non-stop barkin. I saw him pull in My driveway. 
Barkin started. 
We went outside. Barkin continued while he got his bug juice poured into his sprayer gadget. We stayed outside while he came inside. We continued to bark at his vehicle even though it was just sittin there.
We came inside. He was goin 'round the outside of My place. We barked. 
Nothin like it! I recommend you have a bug killer man come to your place evfurry so often.
Mail man got barked at, of course. Just a mini-bark, he didn't have any packages for Me today.
Brown truck pulled in. Wahoo! Good times barkin when that brown truck is here. I stayed inside barkin and then rushed outside in time to bark him outta My driveway. Not a package for Me but still great barkin.
Just now the trash truck stopped and dumped our junk into the big truck. Saw that truck comin too. And after it heads to the neighbors' house, it comes back on My road in front of My house. Double bark for the buck, ya might say.

I think I need a little bark break. It's only mid afternoon. A pup gets worn out sumtimes.
Later Pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Duty before breakfast</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782298</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 May 2012 05:47:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782298</guid>
		<description>Always on guard duty. Yep, that's me.
Tux always finishes his breakfast first and goes outside. I e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Always on guard duty. Yep, that's me.
Tux always finishes his breakfast first and goes outside. I eat my breakfast and go outside.
This morning, I was eating. Tux was outside when he sent off the alert. Sumfin was going on out there. I needed to get out there to give orders.

I still had several mouthfuls of food in my dish But I Didn't Eat Them.

Now I have been known to grab a mouthful of food and run outside. Barking with my mouth full. But it is a muffled bark. 

This was the real deal and I needed FBM (Full Bark Mode). 
I just took off. No food in my mouth. 
Barking at full throttle.

My food dish had been picked up when I came back in a just a second or sumfin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Walking with army boots</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782020</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 May 2012 06:54:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/782020</guid>
		<description>I am my Daddy's girl. I am his helper.
Daddy is fixin to leave for a couple of hours or weeks for h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am my Daddy's girl. I am his helper.
Daddy is fixin to leave for a couple of hours or weeks for his annual trainin for the National Guard. He got sum new boots for his trainin time. He put those boots on this mornin and said, "come on dogs. You are gonna help me break in my new boots."
Me and Tux went for a mile and a half march with Daddy. I didn't see the boots get broken but maybe that will happen sum other time. 
Happy to help Daddy with any jobs. Maybe we can go for another walk later to break the boots.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Enough already</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/781878</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 May 2012 07:00:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hmm, maybe Sissor did really bring sumfin when she got home yesfurday. 
It has been rainin. A lot.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hmm, maybe Sissor did really bring sumfin when she got home yesfurday. 
It has been rainin. A lot. Too much. It's still rainin today and of course our wind has started.
It is yucky outside. How is a pup 'spected to be a "good dog" and go potty outside when we get soppin wet just standin on the top step?
We did manage sumhow yesterday. Daddy found poops in unusual places. Under the lilac. Real close to the house. Places that were kinda outta the rain.
Evfurrytime we go out and come in Mommy grabs a towel to dry us off. And then she mops up the wet spots on the floor that our wet feet make.
I wonder if Notme may show up and potty in the basement. Ya never know but it could happen.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sissor brought me sumfin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/781770</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 May 2012 11:40:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Woo Hoo! Sissor just got home to eat all the food in the house and do tons of laundry.
And she brou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! Sissor just got home to eat all the food in the house and do tons of laundry.
And she brought me sumfin!

Are you ok? I know, hard to believe, huh?

I asked her, "what did you bring me?"
She said, "nada!"

Cool huh?

I am gonna have to swing by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955083">Mr. Cutter's</a> page for a definition. He knows 'bout words, he does a word of the day thing. He'll know what nada is.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>eek</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/781288</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 May 2012 06:11:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There I was lounging on the back of My love-seat-look-out-perch. I had one eye open to the outside.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There I was lounging on the back of My love-seat-look-out-perch. I had one eye open to the outside. Not much going on so I had the other eye closed.
We heard what we thought was a cat playing with a toy downstairs. I didn't think much of it. I stayed on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch.
Then the cat and cat toy noise came upstairs and went into the hallway.
Ok, so the Samcat was playin. He likes to play with little cat toys. I figured he was playin with a little ball that has a rattly bell inside it.
I kept on bein on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch.
But the sound of Sam playin was just a little different. I got innerested in the sound. Never an alarmist or sumfin, I sent one of my minions to check out the different sound.
"Tux, go check out that not just right sound." I stayed on duty on My love-seat-look-out-perch. 
I can't do Evfurrything 'round here.
Purdy soon, I realized My minion hadn't come back with his report. This will not do. I got off My love-seat-look-out-perch. Mommy (she's another minion) and Me went to check out the not just right sound.
What we found was Tux and Sam at the end of the hall. What they had was not a cat toy, in the usual sense. What Sam had brought upstairs was a mouse trap. With a mouse trapped in it.
I stared at it. It was laying there on the floor. It's rear end was stuck in the trap. It looked like it had been gummed. It's hair was wet and messy lookin. Sam and Tux looked like they had gotten caught doin sumfin naughty.
Mommy let out a little squeal but she picked up the trap end with the mouse caught in the other end. The mouse was still a-kickin', a little bit. She held the trap/mouse at arms length. She got a plastic shoppin bag and put the whole deal in there. Then I had her call Daddy. Daddy musta told her to take it out and put it in a trash barrel and he would deal with it when he got home. I don't think Mommy wanted to try to release the mouse from the trap. He wasn't long for this world, but he was still movin a little bit at that point. Sorry pups, we aren't mouse-huggers around here. She wasn't going to try to save him. There's lots more where he came from.

The whole thing was kinda a non-problem. Nobody screamed, nobody ate mouse parts. Kinda borin'. 
I went back to My love-seat-look-out-perch. All in a day's work for this little Schnauzie grrl.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Messy pictures</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780984</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 May 2012 06:44:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780984</guid>
		<description>Grr. Do you pups have trouble when you add or take off pictures from your page?
We do. Mommy added  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Grr. Do you pups have trouble when you add or take off pictures from your page?
We do. Mommy added a couple more. Our numbers always mess up and pictures we want showing first go down to the very bottom. Then pictures that need to be kinda in order get messed up. I am older then I am younger. It's summer then it's Christmas time.
Then it's real slow and frustratin' to reorder my piccies. Click to remove. Wait for the whole thing to reload. Try to renumber. 
Gah!

We just give up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Enough already</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780477</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 May 2012 11:16:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780477</guid>
		<description>Ok, so the guys have barked their diary entries. Right, Tux is Sooo skeery that he made the vet lady ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so the guys have barked their diary entries. Right, Tux is Sooo skeery that he made the vet lady 'bout pee her panties. And Mr. Drover has some weird thing with his heart. It's mumbling or grumbling or sumfin. He's acting like his old weird self. So let's move on to the important stuff.

ME!

I survived being shot. I even nearly bleeded to death. Really. The vet mopped up the blood with some gauze junk. I tried to hide under the kitchen table but I am a good 'bedient pup and I came slinkin out when the vet called me to her. Crawlin to my near death 'sperience. Yeah, that's it. Tux skeered the vet. Drover has a heart complaint. 
I nearly died.

If anyone cares.

But, stoic, yes, that's a real word, I wikied it (a pup who can endure pain or hardship without showing their feelings or complaining.) soldier that I am, I survived. I even had a little bump on my back for the rest of the day. And I slept a lot.
But today I am fine. I am on sentry duty Right now. Can you hear me?
I outta get Mommy to get a video of me on duty. You would enjoy that, I'm sure.
We do what we gotta do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today I get shot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780279</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 May 2012 05:46:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I tried really hard to sneaky outta the gate when Daddy was leaving for the work place. Save me Dadd ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I tried really hard to sneaky outta the gate when Daddy was leaving for the work place. Save me Daddy! I don't wanna get shot!
I heard Mommy the other day yakking in the little box she holds up to her ear. Setting up a time for me to get shot. I even need to get kennel cough. Later this summer or sumfin, I will get water boarded and I need kennel cough for that. I don't get it.
At least Drover and Tux are gonna get shot and kennel coughed too 'cause they will be water boarded too.

I won't be alone in my torture.


Drover whispers, * uh, pups, we need to be up to date on our immunizations including kennel cough. There is a possibility we will need to be boarded for a few days in July, if not sooner. I just wanted to clear that up.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotta moo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780137</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 May 2012 07:12:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780137</guid>
		<description>Yippee! I heard Mommy and Daddy talking 'bout Mooing! I know what that means! That means neighbor co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yippee! I heard Mommy and Daddy talking 'bout Mooing! I know what that means! That means neighbor cows out! That means I have the go ahead to BARK! I have permission to bark at cows so that my pawrents can go shut our gate so that the cows don't come into My yard and poop their messy, hard to clean up poop.
Yippee!

Wait. Wha? Not "mooing"?
You said it's time to "mow".


Oh, never mind.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No more fighting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780065</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2012 15:35:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780065</guid>
		<description>Let me fill you in on why Tommy doesn't live here anymore. He is back in foster care to find a new h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me fill you in on why Tommy doesn't live here anymore. He is back in foster care to find a new home.

Ok, so when Tommy first came to live here, we all got along. Tux and Tommy would run and chase each other. Drover and Tommy would bark at each other. They were loud but they just barked. Me and Tommy started recently to play with each other.
Then Tommy and Drover started fighting. Mommy would find little bleedy places on Drover. Like maybe one of his bumpy warts got nicked. Just little bleedy spots. But then, Drover and Tommy started growling at each other. And then they just started flat out fighting. Since Drover was a little smaller, he was the one getting hurt. Tommy never got bleedy. But Drover had one place about a month ago, Daddy called it a laceration. And since Drover is older, he would take a few days to recover. Then at the groomer's the other day, she showed Mommy a puncture wound on Drover's neck. Mommy knew there was an owie but the groomer was able to clean it up and trim the hair away. It was already pretty much healed up.
Then the other night, we were all messing around outside. Mommy and Daddy saw the whole thing. Tommy just started fighting with Drover. Drover didn't back down but Tommy was all over him and had him down on the ground. Tommy didn't want to stop fighting. Always before Mommy could just holler and they would stop. Daddy had to pull them apart. Now Drover has a big laceration on his right shoulder. Of course, that happened when the vet was closed and we don't have e-vet places around here. Daddy patched Drover up. The wound doesn't look too bad, it is kinda closing up on it's own, so Drover won't be going to the vet right now. If it gets to oozing and Drover acts droopy, then he'll go.
But that was the last straw. Mommy called the foster mom, the one that had assured Mommy that she would take Tommy back no matter what. The foster mom who hardly wanted to let Tommy be adopted. Now, things had changed. The foster mom asked Mommy if she knew of anyone to adopt Tommy. She didn't want to take Tommy back. She has 3 dogs of her own and a tiny foster dog. She didn't want Tommy to hurt the tiny foster dog. I guess it's ok for Tommy to continue to hurt Drover. 
That was the convo the other night. This morning Mommy talked to the foster mom again. She hadn't found any other foster home for Tommy. Mommy told her it was very stressful trying to keep the boys apart. In fact, Daddy was ready to take Tommy to the local shelter. When Mommy told the foster mom that, foster mom said "I would rather you bring him back to my place and I will deal with having 5 dogs". 

Then she hung up on Mommy.

That corked it for Daddy. He took Tommy to the local shelter.
Tommy is probably out at the foster mom's home right now so don't worry about him. He will probably go to a Petsmart for the next adoption day and he will be listed on Petfinder soon too. He will find the right home.
Just so you know, that was Not the same foster mom that we got Cindy and Drover and Tux and the kitties Ellie and Georgie and Sam from. That foster mom is Fantastic. And has much better peepole skills. 

Mommy knows now that it just needs to be us three dogs. No more dogs. No more cats. 

We hope you don't think we are bad 'cause we sent Tommy back. Mommy really didn't know how to deal with the explosive fights. There were never any warning signs that things were going to happen. Mommy doesn't think we have any dog trainers around that will come to your house to help with problems like this. She didn't know where to turn for help. In the meantime, Drover could have been hurt real bad. Ya know what I mean.
As any mom knows, it's hard to see your child (pet) get hurt. Drover is a quirky guy but he doesn't deserve to be hurt every few days. No one does. So Mommy and Daddy handled the situation they only way they knew. 

So it has been very quiet here today. No more growling and fighting going on. I got some good barking in earlier. There was a big truck and trailer unloading a back hoe machine.

Later Pals. I hope you will still be my pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks Pals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780017</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2012 07:55:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/780017</guid>
		<description>Hey thank you pals who sent me pressies and to Nina for my neato piccie. Yep, I had me another diary ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey thank you pals who sent me pressies and to Nina for my neato piccie. Yep, I had me another diary pick yesterday.
You pals are the best.

Mommy is upset right now. I will bark about it later when she has "composed". You will see, or not see, that Tommy is no longer in our family. He has moved away because he was fighting with Drover and hurting Drover.
I will fill you in on the details in a bit.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Go-ahead</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779415</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 May 2012 08:40:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779415</guid>
		<description>You aren't gonna believe this. The Go-ahead. I got it.

To Bark.

Are you ok? I know, I know. Un ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You aren't gonna believe this. The Go-ahead. I got it.

<b>To Bark.</b>

Are you ok? I know, I know. Unbelievable. But really. Mommy told me to go ahead and bark. I am like the first response. Up there on My loveseat look-out.

Ok, so only if I see a cow out. You know, along the road or in my yard or sumfin. So sumbody can go out and close our gate.

But still. I got the go-ahead to bark!

WOOT!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nose hair</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779339</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 May 2012 16:54:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779339</guid>
		<description>So you pups know I had to go to the groomer/torturer a few days ago. In fact that was the First time ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So you pups know I had to go to the groomer/torturer a few days ago. In fact that was the First time I got to ride in the new Es-ca-pay. I hunkered down in the back seat. I knew where we were heading. Ugh.
Anyways, we got to the groomer place and Mommy stuffed us in the cage and left. Pretty soon it was time for the torture to begin. Baths and junk.
The owner/groomer/torturer had Drover up on her table. I got tossed onto another person's table. She started clipping all my hairs off.
Suddenly she started on the top of my nose, just under where my eyes are. I tried to tell her that she wasn't 'pose to do that. That is Wrong to cut my nose hairs off. And the owner/torturer saw what she was doing. She said to Stop! She said Zoe's Mommy don't like for us to cut off her nose hairs. There was nuthin they could do then but to try to even it up. Ya know, so my nose was lop-sided lookin. They threatened me to not say nuthin to Mommy.

Days later Mommy came to pick us up. I tried to alert her to my lack o' nose hair so she could holler at the dum groomer person. But Mommy didn't notice. But that groomer person was lookin at Mommy. She was sure waitin to see if Mommy would notice and start hollerin. 
Mommy didn't notice 'til she got us home. Then she told Daddy about how the groomer person was lookin at her. That groomer person Knew she would be in trubble.

My nose hair will grow out. Eventually. At least she didn't cut off my lashes, huh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sammie needs Pals!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779045</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 May 2012 16:20:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/779045</guid>
		<description>Hey Pups! Little Sammie needs pals! She is brand new to this world but she is already barking on thi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pups! Little <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1247931">Sammie</a> needs pals! She is brand new to this world but she is already barking on this Dogster thing!
She wants you pups to meet and read all about her.

Head over there. Tell her I sent ya.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sister, a Cow and LWDs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778809</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 May 2012 05:25:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778809</guid>
		<description>Yesterday was nuthin special but yet stuff happened.
Sister came home with a Great Big Bag of dirty ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was nuthin special but yet stuff happened.
Sister came home with a Great Big Bag of dirty laundry. She washed that stuff and then went into her cave. She did come out in the evening and she and Mommy watched a movie and had popcorn. I was axfurly real happy to see her. I have just gotten used to her not bringing me anything. I am ok with that. I mean, she is pretty nice, she just don't bring me nuthin. 
There was a red cow out from where she belonged. I barked her up real good. Mommy went out to close our gate so the cow didn't come into our yard and poop. 
Later, the neighbor drove his jeep-car along. The German Shepherd chased the red cow down the little road along the ditch. The two LWDs were running along beside the jeep-car. One of the LWDs was Super Dirty on his underneath side. What ya bet he got a bath when he got home? Or at least he prolly got hosed off. Those neighbors have a warm water shower thingie outside to wash off their horses. Maybe the LWDs daddy washed him off using that.
Not much happening but always stuff to bark at.
Just another weekend day around my place.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Around and around I go</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778697</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 May 2012 09:00:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778697</guid>
		<description>Got me another Diary Pick today! Woo Hoo! Around and around the loop dee loop in the Diary Pick ride ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Got me another Diary Pick today! Woo Hoo! Around and around the loop dee loop in the Diary Pick ride! Fun!
Thank you Keighty and crew for my fun picture. That is my husis peeking over the top of my head. It is an old picture. Mommy needs to take more pictures of her cute little Schnauzie girl.

We are upset here. This big dog food recall is bugging Mommy. The boys eat the Kirkland Signature food and I eat the Natural Balance. As far as we can tell, our food isn't affected. It didn't come from the North Carolina plant. But, why tempt fate? Diamond brands don't have a good track record. We want to find another food. Not too high in fat or protein. A good quality but not too expensive, there are four of us pups here. Argh.
I think Mommy should just feed us Meatz&trade;. Nuf barked.

Hey, I did get a Mini-Walk with Daddy the other evening. Good times. And I got a big 'ol sticker thing in my girl-beard. Mommy just found it this morning and yanked it out. 
She says I am stinky and fuzzy. Look for Me to go invisible come Monday morning. Well, you won't see Me if I am invisible. Hopefully Mommy won't either when she is rounding us up to go to the groomer/torturer.

Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick? For Little Me?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778357</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 May 2012 05:28:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778357</guid>
		<description>Woot! Got me a Diary Pick today!

Thanks Cooper and the gang for my very cool pic! Love it! 
Than ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! Got me a Diary Pick today!

Thanks Cooper and the gang for my very cool pic! Love it! 
Thanks for the words of congrats some of you have already sent!
And thanks to the Snarky Schnauzers for the fun sombrero! 

And some of you pals have asked. Yes, Daddy made it back and yes, he brought some moo beast. In fact, they had some of it last night. And there is some left over in the fridge. I think I should have that today to celebrate my Diary Pick.

And some of you have asked. The grandpa guy isn't really doing much better. He is still a-hurtin' and he's not eating much. He has some other stuff wrong with him but he won't go to the doctor. If you look up "stubborn" or "crotchety" in the dictionary you will see him. He also has no teeth. :-/

I'll have to have Mommy fill me in on the story and I will bark about some of the stuff that Daddy did while he was there.
I will tell ya, that one day, after Daddy retires, we will be about 2 hours away from where Coco Rose and Puff will be moving! That will be cool!

Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A real Mini-Walk with Mommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778101</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 May 2012 14:45:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/778101</guid>
		<description>Daddy has been gone for the past few days or hours. No more Mega-Walks or Mini-Walks with Daddy. He  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy has been gone for the past few days or hours. No more Mega-Walks or Mini-Walks with Daddy. He had to go sumwheres to help his Mom and Dad. They are Real old and his Dad got hurted falling offa tractor. So that's where Daddy is, axfurrly, he will be home later this evening. He is bringing Meat! Not Meatz&trade;, but some real deal Meat from a moo-beast that usta live on their farm place.
Anywho, last evening, Mommy called us over to the gate and we all went out for a Mini-Walk around our place. We all started out and went through another gate out there. Me and Tommy and Tux know the routine. We can run around and sniff and pee and poop as long as we pretend to pay attention. Drover, not so much does he know the routine. He came through the gate and then went out again. Mommy called and called to him to come along with us. He went back in the yard.
Ok, so the rest of us continued on our Mini-Walk with Mommy. Until we got around the other side of the barn. Then Mommy could see that Drover hadn't stayed in the yard. He was sniffing around the side of the garage. Mommy called us all to come along. She wanted us all to come back in the yard. She was skeered Drover might take off out into the road.
So we had a real tiny Mini-Walk. Thanks to Drover. 

I bet Daddy will take us on a real good Mini-Walk when he gets home. Drover can stay inside with Mommy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/777793</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 05:46:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The barking is always good around here. If there isn't anything going right past my place, I can see ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The barking is always good around here. If there isn't anything going right past my place, I can see way over there at a car or truck or sumfin. Yeah, there is always sumfin good.
But weekends are just a bit different. Lemme tell ya 'bout sum of the stuff I barked at this weekend. That's like yesterday and another day.
There were 'bout a hunnerd billyun  pickup trucks pulling horse trailers. Or maybe it wasn't that many but the same trucks pulling the same horse trailers went by lots of times. They are real rattley and noisy and I just gotta give them sum good barking.
When the weather is nice there are lots of motorcycles that go by. The guys are decked out in black leather and do-rags. Sumtimes they got their woman riding along. I guess even tough Hello Angel types like to cruise the scenic route sumtimes.
Then we got the usual bike riders and joggers and a lady ridin her four wheeler with a Golden Retriever trotting along.
Now the little men who move the irrigation pipes don't work on Sundays. So I can take sum time off from that barking. But the neighbors were out checking their water in the ditch down there. They came along in their little old jeep. And their dogs. They have a new dog, a big German Shepherd. And their usual Australian Shepherd. And the two LWDs! Yep, I got to bark at Whitley, Finley and Zaidie's cousins. I know one is named Scooter and I don't know the other's name. Those dogs are livin the life.
They run along around the peepoles jeep. I can bark at those 4 dogs for a long time as they go along the little road by the south and west of my place. Then they go - Warning- this is skeery - out on the road! They still run along beside the jeep. Mommy Really hates to see the peepoles let the dogs do that. We don't have much traffic but there might be sum. Mommy saw one of the LWDs get hauled into the jeep but the other 3 dogs were just running along. The man drives slow. Let's hope they would pick up the other LWD if there was another vehicle coming. Maybe the other dogs would then jump into the jeep, but we doubt it. Sorry for that skeery bit, but that what I see from my place.
Anywho, that is what I barked at over the weekend. Now I am back on weekday duty.
I keep busy. Gotta get out there right now. 
Later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>MEGA Score!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/777405</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 10:53:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Don't tell anybody but I think Mommy has lost her little pea-brain mind!

She just moved the loves ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't tell anybody but I think Mommy has lost her little pea-brain mind!

She just moved the loveseat back over to the big window! I can see Your house from up there! Bol!
Serious, though, I can see lots and lots and I have full access to it all, 24/7.

The only thing she said was that if I bark Too much, she will move the furniture back.

Define Too much.
No problem Mommy. Sure thing, I will give a little warning bark and then be quiet.



BOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOLBOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Score and near score</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/777239</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Apr 2012 08:40:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Got me a brand new big red Jolly ball yesterday! Score! Like this:
Jolly ball only mine is red

M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Got me a brand new big red Jolly ball yesterday! Score! Like this:
<a id="img1377531059"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/jollyball.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1377531059');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/jollyball.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Jolly ball only mine is red</a>

Mommy had to go get some more food for her chickens and while she was at the the chicken food store she got my new Jolly ball. I have other Jolly balls but sumone (Mr. Drover) chews the handles offa them. One of my Jolly balls is all flat but I do still like to play with all of them. But anyways, I like gettin new stuff! I started playin with the Jolly ball right away. They are outside toys around here.

Then this morning was a near score. Picture this: breakfast time. Four hungry pups hanging around the pantry while Mommy gets four dishes of kibble ready. Four hungry pups get in their "spots" where their food dishes get put on the floor. Mommy almost put Tommy's dish in my spot! I almost was able to gobble Much More food than I usually get 'cause he is bigger than me. But, even though she had only had one cup of coffee, Mommy realized her boo-boo and set my little tiny dish down. You know, the dish with like 8 pieces of kibble in it?
Maybe some other time I will get one of the boys' dishes filled to the brim with kibble.
At least I have my new Jolly ball. It is Mine, Mine, Mine. Drover.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Playing with Tommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/777076</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 07:51:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is fun to play with Tommy. I don't play with him evfurryday. Don't want to overdo it and take too ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is fun to play with Tommy. I don't play with him evfurryday. Don't want to overdo it and take too much time away from my security work.
I had some free time this morning. We did the play bows. We barked and did little growls at each other. 
There is not much room in our bathroom to play but it is fun.
 Mommy was just sitting in there and we all crowded in. Then Tux left. Then Drover stood out in the bedroom and barked. Tommy and I did our playtime in the bathroom.
For some reason Mommy wasn't pleased. I guess we all got just a little too loud. 
When we all got invited outside, we got quiet. :-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pooped out pups</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/776796</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 13:07:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No Mini-Walk for Me and the guys yesterday. Daddy took us on a Mega-Walk. We got to go along with Da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No Mini-Walk for Me and the guys yesterday. Daddy took us on a Mega-Walk. We got to go along with Daddy while he was asparagus huntin'. It's a poopular springtime activity. Most peepoles drive along the road real slow and then sum one jumps outta the car when they spot sum. The asparagus hunters were out in droves yesterday 'cause it was a nice day. Of course, I bark at them. But we know where asparagus grows along the ditch bank. No one can drive their car along there so Daddy got a bag and asked us if we wanted to go.
Sure thing!
So off we went. Once we got to the ditch, we didn't need our leashes. We could run and sniff and pee and poop as long as we didn't get too far away from Daddy. We went down and back both sides of the ditch. Then we went down our regular walk along another ditch. Then we went a different way down to the river. Don't worry! This is a place where the river makes a little pond thing. It is not dangerous or even very deep. We were able to get some good drinks. Tommy even waded in and got his feets wet.
I stayed in the muddy place. That felt good and cool for my feets.
We were slowing down by the time we were headin back home. Daddy made us keep payin attention to him. If we got like 8 inches ahead, he made us come back.
My stumpy tail was just 'bout draggin' by the time we got to the yard.
Then we had some water and passed out in the cool grass. We all took turns while Daddy brushed us and got the mud offa our legs and tummys.
Mega walks are great but I think we will have a Mini-Walk later today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cat Tales Part 2</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/776520</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 14:43:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am sorry! I barked this entry days ago and typist just realized it was not showing on my page. Grr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am sorry! I barked this entry days ago and typist just realized it was not showing on my page. Grrr goofy typist.

I'm back with Part 2 and this will be the final part of Cat Tales. We are helping Inkspot, Pearl and Scooter celebrate their 9th birthday today. I will take care of the festivities, 'cause no dog in their right mind would go over to Catster to even look to see what they look like. They have really old pictures 'cause We don't even go over there. 
Anywho, on with our story of the cute little orphaned kitties. They grew and grew and one day they all went away to be spayed and or neutered. I have been telling you there were 5 kitties. Long before Mommy found Dogster and Catster two of the kitties met their demise. That is a new word for me to use. It means that 2 of the kitties are no longer with us. There was another boy cat that looked a lot like Inkspot. His name was Smudge. Mommy says he was a super sweet guy who liked to lay upside down in Mommy's arms, like a human baby. Mommy doesn't know what happened to Smudge. He just didn't come home one day. And then there was a little girl. She was white like Inkspot and Smudge, with a little gray mark between her ears. Her name was Feather. She got hurted somehow. Mommy doesn't know if she was hit by a car or maybe the neighbor's cows kinda stepped on her. But she got hurt and died. :-(
That is just about the time that the peepoles had the new garage built. And that is just about the time the other 3 kitties became known as the garage cats. 
Every night someone goes out and calls for the 3 kitty cats. Sometimes if it is windy or other kinds of yucky weather, they will already be in there. They are safe and protected from the bad things that can happen to furs at nighttimes. They have warm, comfy spots to sleep on. They have a litter box. They have food and water. And the peepoles make sure they have love and petting too.
And so it goes. The garage cats live their lives outside but in the garage. They help keep the mousie population down. They catch other critters too. 'Specially Inkspot. He is a great hunter.
I like them and they like doggies. Sometimes we will try to chase them if they come into our yard. But most times we sniff noses and tushies. They are nice and don't try to scratch me.
And that is our Cat Tale of the 3 kitties who are celebrating their 9th birthday today.
I think they are gonna get some canned cat food for a treat. Wish I could have some of that too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cats' Tale part 1</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/776482</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 09:09:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How do you like that entry title? Clever, huh? I just made that up all on my own. ;-)
So today is s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How do you like that entry title? Clever, huh? I just made that up all on my own. ;-)
So today is some of the kitty cats' birthday around here. Yep, <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.catster.com/cats/309868">Inkspot</a> 
<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.catster.com/cats/309876">Pearl</a> 
<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.catster.com/cats/309883">Scooter</a>
 are kitty siblings and they are all 9 years old today. Mommy knows that xactackally 'cause they were born right here on our place. I was wonderin' 'bout that so I asked her to tell me the tale. They are older than me so here you have their story accordin to what Mommy told me. I am gonna do this for my readers 'cause I don't want you havin' to go over to that Catster place unless it is a true 'mergency.

Long time ago, there were kitty cats around here that weren't spayed or neutered. And there were lots of cats and baby kittens 'cause of that.
Bad Mommy for letting things get out of hand.
But one year, there was sumfin gettin the momma cats and some of the babies. They would just disappear during the night time.
One momma cat was left. She had her five kittens over in an old house on our place. Daddy and Brother have since torn that old house down. But before that, the momma cat had her kittens in there. Inside of a wire tomato cage. 
Sadly, about a couple of weeks later the momma cat disappeared. But the  five kittens were safe. Since by then there were no other momma cats around to adopt those 5 kittens, Mommy and Sissor and Brother fed the little kittens with little bottles. Those kittens were always hungry! Seems like Mommy and Sissor and Brother were always feeding the kittens. The kittens chomped on the little nipples and then the milk would pour out. Onto the kittens, into the kittens, all over the peepoles too. And when the kittens grew, their claws grew too. And got sharp. The peepoles had scratches all over their arms and legs from the hungry kittens climbing on them to get more milk. But it was fun for the peepoles 'cause the little kittens were growing strong and healthy.
Mommy and Sissor and Brother had fun feeding the kittens. The kittens stayed safe in a porch part of the old house. It was all messy and dirty over there. Mommy made up a song.

Don't nobody care cause it's messy over here♫ 
We're going potty on the floor.♫ 

That made the peepole laugh and laugh. I guess you had to be there. They were prolly tired and stressed from feeding those kittens. 

Hey, this is getting kinda long and I think I need to get back to my security work. I'm gonna make this be a part one Cat Tale. Then I will come back and give you more info in a part two.
Don't worry. I will be back soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mini-walks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/776368</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 12:13:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My Daddy is my favorite peeple around here. He is nice and he doesn't holler at me as much as Mommy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Daddy is my favorite peeple around here. He is nice and he doesn't holler at me as much as Mommy does. I mean he does holler at me to stop barking and to pay attention and stuff.
But anywhos, he has been taking us on mini-walks lately. Lemme 'splain. 
You pups know we have a Really big place, right? We got two whole acres. Now My regular fenced in yard is only a little bit of the whole 2 acres. And I can go out there and run around and bark anytime I want. But I can only go in the other part of our place with Daddy.
And he has been taking us out there just 'bout every evening for a week or sumfin. We can't go runnin' off, 'cause our place is fenced. But we can go running 'round and sniffin all kinds of good things.
We stay close to Daddy but we can go 'splorin' a bit. We only get hollered at if we don't pay attention. Daddy walks along and we pee and poop and sniff. We go along the fence line. The gopher doesn't seem to be diggin out there anymore. We sniff Mommy's little trees along the back fence. Then when we get closer to the road there are some big trees to sniff. Even the fence posts smell good.
It is great! The only bad thing is Daddy always closes the walk-through garage door so's we can't rush in there and grab a bite of kitty food.
Maybe one of these days he'll forget to close the door and we can have a snack and a mini-walk. 
You pups can come over for a mini-walk with Me anytime you like! Well, when Daddy is home. He will take us out there.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mini Torture</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/776032</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 05:20:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Weirdness. Mommy put me up on the washer/dryer yesterday. Sure glad she didn't put me In the washer  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Weirdness. Mommy put me up on the washer/dryer yesterday. Sure glad she didn't put me In the washer or dryer. Got my toenails trimmed.
Axfurly it wasn't too bad. The whole deal was over in an hour or couple of minutes. Then I got some tiny star-shaped cookies for being a good girl.
Later on, after the peepoles had their supper and they were watching sumfin on TV, I got up on Daddy's lap. You know, on the big chair I gave him once. I got all turned over in his lap with my tummy up. He could rub my tummy easier that way. I stayed there like that for a really long time, until their program was over. 
Then I went outside and then I went to bed.

Life is pretty good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Focus on Me Please!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/775388</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 11:10:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, it's high time I had Me a Diary Pick. Thank you to Nina for the purdy picture for My page.

 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it's high time I had Me a Diary Pick. Thank you to Nina for the purdy picture for My page.

Too much paying attention to the other dogs and their non-adventures around My place and not enuf focus on Me. Poor Tommy, doesn't like to get wet. I go outside to do my potty business, rain or shine, wind or snow, hill and dale, this or that.
And then Tux gets to grab kitty cat food crumbess. I get hollered at if I try that.
At least they didn't get diary picks for barking 'bout that borin' junk.

Oh well, I am ready to move on and have the spotlight on Me. Because I am like that. It has been a super long time since I had a diary pick. I guess Dogster didn't like me no more. My life is filled with innerestin' stuff. 
Like I got some pineapple yesterday. Mommy lets us have some of the core part. We all like it. But Mommy shouldn't never give Drover anymore. This is the second time he had some. He barfs it back up. This time he barfed it up at real early a.m. Mommy woke to the barfing sounds. She hustled Drover outside and got some paper towel to clean up the pineapple barf. He never even chewed it! And he never even digested it!
Sorry if that was too graphic. But I figure we are dogs. We can handle it!
And barking 'bout getting stuff. Me and Tux have this deal figured out. When we hear Mommy in the kitchen cuttin' and choppin' stuff, we head in there. We get little tidbits of the stuff. Not Meatz™ but we get little slivers of carrots or red or green peppers. Apples are good. The other day I heard her cuttin' sumfin. I went in there and did my nice little sit. Ya know, the nice sit that gets ya stuff? That's what I did. But she told me not this time. Said I wouldn't like it. Yes, I would Mommy. How do you know I wouldn't like it if I have never tried it? Still didn't get none.
What's grapefruit taste like by the way?

And I finally taught Tommy how to play with me. We have played a couple of times. I get in his face and then quick like a bunny rabbit I do a little zoomie away. Then quick back in his face. He has started doing the play bow to me. So we play bow and kinda rawr at each other. This morning he was wavin' his paws at me and I was kinda grabbin' at 'em. Tux got in on the game by chewing on Tommy's back legs. Then Drover spoils it all by barkin' Real Loud and we all have to take the game outside. That's when we stop playing. 

So see? Add to all that My usual security work and there has been more to bark at lately what with the nicer weather, My life has been action-packed. 
Time for a well-deserved nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trying to teach Tommy to play</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/774866</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 05:27:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so Tommy and Tux play fight and chase each other. They like to chew on each other's back legs. D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so Tommy and Tux play fight and chase each other. They like to chew on each other's back legs. Drover and Tommy play fight. They get real loud and sometimes outta control and too rough. I think that's why Drover hasn't been too perky, got too roughed up. He is doing better now and he barks to say thank you for thinking of him.
Anywho, Me and Drover used to play fight but that kinda just doesn't happen anymore. Don't know why not. He maybe has B.O. Me and Tux play tug o' war sumtimes with a good long toy. 
All of that to let you know how playtime works around My place.
Last night I tried to teach Tommy how to play. My way.
We were all just loungin' around and I decided to get in Tommy's face. With a play bow. I don't do play bows very often, so when I do a play bow, I mean business. 
But Tommy didn't expect me to do a play bow. He just kinda looked at me and went all sheepish. He looked away and then looked at Mommy.
Look at me Tommy! I wanna play!
I jumped on the loveseat. A mini-zoomie type jump. Look at me Tommy! I am doing a play bow from the loveseat! I am taller than you while I am up here! I jumped down and whooshed past him. Mini-zoomie past him and back up on the loveseat. Off the loveseat. Play bow in his face again.
He just didn't get it that I wanted to play with him. 
I gave up.

I don't know when I may want to play with Tommy again.
Boys are hopeless.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wandering</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/774706</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 11:26:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Don't worry. I'm not wandering. No pets are wandering. It's Mommy. She was out there pushing a littl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't worry. I'm not wandering. No pets are wandering. It's Mommy. She was out there pushing a little deal all over the lawn. Stuff was coming out of the little deal she was pushing. She was just wandering first over there and then out in the front yard. I could see her most of the time from My backyard.
Then Mommy looked real hot and pooped out. You better come in and get some drinks of water I told her. She told me that was a good idea. Don't tell her but anypup knows that sitting watching old black and white movies and crocheting isn't very good exercise and she got all outta shape during the winter.
 Like she was Ever In shape! BOL!
And then while we were cooling off with Mommy, the mailman pulled into the drive! Woo Hoo! Bark time! She didn't let us outside this time. We all stayed in and Barked and Barked and Barked! He sneakied up on us!
Guess what the package was that the mailman brought? You know I love to get packages!
This time it was boring and not for me.
Yarn. Phooey. 

But the mailman brought me a post card! Yep, Puff and Coco Rose sent Me a post card while they went to New Mexico. The picture is of a place called Canyon de Chelly. Mommy says she has been there and it is a really neat place. And that Chelly word isn't pronounced like you might think. It is pronounced like "shay". 
Thanks Coco Rose and Puff for thinking of me on your quick little trip.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A nice walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/774338</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Apr 2012 13:51:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Finally, it is a nice day. We had snow just a couple of days ago. Wet, gloppy snow that made pawsome ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Finally, it is a nice day. We had snow just a couple of days ago. Wet, gloppy snow that made pawsome snowballs on my legs and feet. Then the snow melted. Then Mommy and Daddy needed to mow/trim 'specially in the back yard, My yard. Some of the grass was getting as tall as me. I'm not very tall but for grass, it was tall.
But today it is nice. Not windy. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just right for a walk. So Daddy took us. Mommy stayed home with Drover. He isn't feeling too good. I think Mommy is gonna call the dogtor and take him for a check up.
Anywho, we got to do a little bit o' runnin with Daddy. Not much. And then we got to be off of the leashes! That is the bestest time Pals.
We found a carcass of some dead thing. That carcass smelled really good even though it was just bones of the dead thing. I asked Daddy if we could take that carcass home. He said no. 
Then there was a big ol' pile of sh-, you know what. That smelled really good too! Our noses were sniffing up a storm.
Oh spring time! Glorious smells all over the place. The little woodsie creatures are runnin around leavin little sniffin' trails for me to sniff.
Wunnerful!

Thank you again for all those eggs you have sent to Me and the other pups and even the kitty cats. Our pages look very eggie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A very easy egg hunt</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773940</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Apr 2012 15:28:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773940</guid>
		<description>Eggs! Pretty Easter eggs! All over the place!

My furmily is being sent so many eggs we won't ever ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Eggs! Pretty Easter eggs! All over the place!

My furmily is being sent so many eggs we won't ever get around to bark thank yous to all who are sending them.

So here it is now!


THANK YOU FOR SENDING US ALL THE EGGS! WE LOVE THEM!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Secret Powers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773355</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Apr 2012 15:20:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773355</guid>
		<description>I got 'em!
Lemme tell ya what I did.
Me and Tux and Tommy were outside. Daddy had just gone inside ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got 'em!
Lemme tell ya what I did.
Me and Tux and Tommy were outside. Daddy had just gone inside and was talking with Mommy.

I came inside. No one opened the door for me. I did it with my Secret Powers. Not to be confuzzed with Stephanie Powers, she is/was a celebrity.

Yep, I came in all by myself. Tux and Tommy stayed out there on the back porch. And I told them not to tell how I got in all by myself.

Sorry, I can't tell any of you my Secret Powers. No matter how much Meatz&trade; and toys and stuff you might send. I will not reveal my Secrets.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sad news this morning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773099</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Apr 2012 07:24:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/773099</guid>
		<description>Sad news. Strider had to leave his furmily yesterday. He was a sick boy and just was getting worse a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sad news. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/288090">Strider</a> had to leave his furmily yesterday. He was a sick boy and just was getting worse and worse. 
Please send some love to his family.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've barked it before, I'll bark it again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772857</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 14:04:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772857</guid>
		<description>That's mine.
The toys, the cookies, the beds, the furniture, anything and everything is Mine!
Tomm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's mine.
The toys, the cookies, the beds, the furniture, anything and everything is Mine!
Tommy doesn't get it. He has been chewing on My antlers. 
Drover doesn't even try to chew on them anymore. Well, once in awhile he might chew for a minute but then he remembers the antlers are mine and he stops.
Tux does chew on them sometimes. But I can stare at him. I give him the evil/stink eye and he stops chewing long enough for me to snatch My antler away. He will go get another antler but I give him the evil/stink eye and he drops that one too. 
Tommy is not getting the message that the antlers are Mine. He has been chewing on them the past couple of days. I get right in his face and give him the evil eye. 
He keeps chewing. But if I keep it up, he will stop chewing long enough for me to snatch that antler. Then I chew it for all I'm worth. I chewed one right into the cushions of the loveseat today. Mommy had to come dig it out for me, before I dug it out, ya see.
Tommy will go get another antler. He just about has a little one all chewed up. Mommy tosses them when they become a "choking hazard". She is all about the safety issues. Blah, blah, blah.
I don't know how to get Tommy to unnerstan that All the antlers are Mine.
Yeah, that's right. The little ones that Daddy found for me? Those are Mine. The short, stumpy round one? That's mine. The 3 long ones? Those are Mine. And any others that I can't even remember what they look like or maybe got stuck under the furniture or got taken outside and lost? 

Mine, Mine, Mine.
Get it, Tommy? 
Good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They're Back!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772647</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 07:31:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772647</guid>
		<description>Oh, glorious day! The little men are back! The little men who drive white pickup trucks and move the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, glorious day! The little men are back! The little men who drive white pickup trucks and move the irrigation pipes out in the wheat fields around my place! 
They are back!

And it is Furtastic to bark at them. They work out there and do their job and I can BarkBarkBarkBarkBark etc. at them. Then sometimes they go work in another field across the road. I move to another part of the yard and BarkBarkBarkBarkBarkBark etc. some more.

This is the bestest time of year. When the little worker men show up. That means they will start being around all spring, summer and part of the fall. And when they show up to work, that means that other big tractors and big equipment stuff will be around too.

Come on over pups and join me in my joyous spring barking.



Even Ebby and Ceeley are welcome, even though they have been chowing down on venison beast Meatz&trade; and have hidden any leftovers from us when they found out we was all headin to Texas to share with them. 
And I quote:
UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CEEL WE'S BEING INVADED!!!! QUICK BURY THE MEATZ, TREATS & STUFFS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! QUICK!!!!!!!!! WE'S TRAINED FOR THIS!!! THIS ARE NOT A DRILL....I REPEAT...THIS ARE NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (*And with that, Ceeley springs into action digging holes.*)
BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I was doing my job</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772333</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 05:49:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/772333</guid>
		<description>I am so toadally not appreciated around here.
Last night it was getting ready for bed time. Mommy w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am so toadally not appreciated around here.
Last night it was getting ready for bed time. Mommy was in the indoor potty place. Sitting down, ya know. That GeorgieCat went right in there. All purring and tail up and stuff. 
That was So Wrong. Way Wrong.
I attacked that GeorgieCat. I went into growl mode and just flat attacked her. 
She took off with me in hot pursuit. Mommy was hollering at Me! Can you believe it? I was just doing my job. That cat was doing sumfin, I don't know know what, but she was doing it. And in my mind, it was wrong. So I made her stop doing what she was doing. By trying to grab her and also by chasing her.
Since Mommy was sitting down, she couldn't come after us real good. I don't want to paint that word picture too much. It's not pretty.
She managed to get up but really had to stop and do the paper work. I came back to the bathroom door. I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I was a "Bad Dog"!
Can you believe it?
I am the Bad Dog and the GeorgieCat gets all the loving. Mommy even went into Brother's bedroom where Georgie had run and closed the door. Mommy closed the door, not GeorgieCat. I mean, I didn't Hurt Georgie, just let her know she shouldn't have gone into the bathroom.
So toadally not appreciated. I mean, I work for tiny little crumbs of dog cookies and one bowl of kibble. And this is the thanks I get. 
Told I am a Bad Dog.

humph]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need some geek help</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771753</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 09:05:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771753</guid>
		<description>You pups think I know just 'bout evfurthing but that isn't true.
I don't know about moving stuff ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups think I know just 'bout evfurthing but that isn't true.
I don't know about moving stuff around on my page. Truth to tell, Sissor usually helps me with stuff like that. And she is in some class learning English or Dutch Oven Cooking or sumfin.
So can anypup help me? If you look at my page, I have some of the right hand stuff kinda overlapping each other. Then the big blank space between the graffiti girl and the other pictures is bugging me.
Mommy knows she needs to change the height numbers on my "fun stuff" page, but she doesn't know to make the numbers bigger or smaller and how much. 
Right now graffiti girl is set at 450.
The Diary of the Day badge is set at 400.
The Dog of the Day badges are 300 and 400.

Any advice is apawciated muchly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Help us, Zoe!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771731</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Mar 2012 07:23:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771731</guid>
		<description>I don't know what they would do around here without me. Fall apart, that's fur sure. Here's the late ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know what they would do around here without me. Fall apart, that's fur sure. Here's the latest. 

A little while ago, Mommy looked out our window that looks out past our place and to the trees in the river bottom. 
It was still just a dab dark but she saw sumfin. Not moving like a feral cat. We have those around here. Not moving like a dog. Too small for a deer. She got out the binoculars. The folks keep them handy for spying on the neighbors and such. 
It was a porcupine waddling away from our place.

Oh good grief, you woulda thought it was the end of the world.
The three garage cats were all over at my back door. 
Mommy asked me what she should do.
I told her to go out there first to make sure the garage cats were ok, no quills stickin' outta them. Then to go over to the garage and check their food situation and make sure there was no other porcupine critter in there.

Then you shoulda heard Drover whinin'! No, don't go out there! It's not safe! Porcupines can shoot their quills over a mile with deadly accuracy.

Yeah, right. Everybody know that porcupines Can't shoot their quills. They only get stuck in sumfin when that sumfin gets too close.

I told Mommy it would be ok. So she went out and checked on the cats and their food and the garage. She found no quills sticking outta the cats and no food missing and no other porcupines.

She let us out of the house and I was able to bark the critter all the way across the neighbor's pasture and back into the trees. 
And don't come back! 

Just another day around here. Saving my pack the best way I know how.


Hey and did ya see? Sorry, but Demon Flash Bandit Is Not a Diary Pick today. I hope he'll be alright now that his time in the spotlight is over. Guess he needs to send more bacon to HQ.
But today's Diary Picks include <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/812092">Izzy</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1059297">Fizzy</a>! I love that it rhymes!
Congrats to you both!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Keep it Quiet!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771597</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Mar 2012 09:19:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771597</guid>
		<description>So I let Mommy sleep in today. It is her birfday. She is 156 years old.
She needs her rest.
Daddy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I let Mommy sleep in today. It is her birfday. She is 156 years old.
She needs her rest.
Daddy got up at his usual very early o'clock. I got up in awhile, before breakfast time even. I let Mommy sleep in.
I'm nice like that. 
Even though I had a heck of a time keeping the boy dogs quiet. They just wanted to rassle and growl and then go outside and bark. I had to keep reminding them to Keep Quiet!

Daddy is off today. Not really 'cause it's Mommy's birthday. He had a couple of things to take care of so he piled them all together to do today. I think we are even gonna get to go on a walk in awhile. Then they are gonna leave and do some stuff and have a late lunch with Sissor. I think she is gonna come home this weekend. To see me mostly. And to do laundry.

And we got to go on a walk yesterday or sumtime after the peepoles had supper. We got to be off our leashes once we got down the little road a ways. I would run ahead. But I would run back to "check in". You should see how cute I am when I am running back to Mommy and Daddy and they tell me I am a good girl. The cuteness factor gets maxed out I tell ya.
I should have Mommy take her camera box and get a pic of me and the cuteness. 

I am resting up for my walk. Bark at ya later Pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Way Too Early</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771401</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Mar 2012 04:14:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771401</guid>
		<description>You pups know that I sleep in the big bed. You know that Daddy and the boy dogs get up Early. Me and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I sleep in the big bed. You know that Daddy and the boy dogs get up Early. Me and Mommy sleep in for about an hour or day.
Not this morning. Daddy's alarm went off. Mommy went to the indoor potty place and got back in bed. By then the boys were outside. 
Then they started barking. A lot. Sumfin good was out there. 
I started barking from the big bed. Mommy told me to go on outside. I jumped off the bed and ran to the door. Daddy wasn't there to let me out. Mommy came down the hall and by then the boy dogs rushed back in. Daddy let me out. The boy dogs went back out.
I was almost too late but there were peepoles with little lights on their heads. They were walking down my road. They had a dog with them too.
Now, let me tell you, it gets dark at my house at night time. Or even early morning time. What in the world were those peepoles and dog doing out there?
Up to no good I bet!
I barked them away. And don't come back!

Now I am snoozing in one of the dog beds until breakfast time. I didn't get my 8 hours in.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wolf watcher</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771263</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 08:09:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771263</guid>
		<description>You pups know that I have lots of wild critters that live around my place. I can bark at deer, Canad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I have lots of wild critters that live around my place. I can bark at deer, Canada Geese and coyotes. There are more critters that live around here. Porcupines, raccoons, skunks and even sometimes mooses.
There may even be cougar (mountain lions) that move through the area. One animal we don't have around my place is wolf. There are wolves that live in Yellowstone National Park and they do live in other parts of Idaho, just not real close to where I live.
But I still watched wolves yesterday.
Lemme tell you 'bout it.
Mommy and Daddy were watching some TV show about the Tic and Auntie R. Tic.
Lots of ice and snow. Now you gotta know, I never have shown much interest in watching TV. Nuthin' good on.
But on that frozen show, there were some little baby wolves playing. They were making their little baby wolf noises. I perked up and watched them on the TV while they played and made their noises. I quit watching when the TV showed sumfin else. 

What do you pups like to watch on TV, or do you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's not true</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771133</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 10:33:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771133</guid>
		<description>So I got hauled off to the groomer/torturer this morning. Yes, I survived.
Yes, I shiver in the Es- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I got hauled off to the groomer/torturer this morning. Yes, I survived.
Yes, I shiver in the Es-ca-pe. It's 'cause the heat doesn't work in there. The heat doesn't work in the truck either. That's why I shiver and tremble when I go for a ride. I'm cold. 
Really.
And then the groomer/torture lady has the nerve to Lie about me! She yanked me outta Mommy's arms and asked me what I was gonna do without Drover. She went on to make up a story 'bout how I continue to shake (it's cold in there too) and talk to Drover while I get groomed/tortured. He talks back to me. She said it's like Drover is talking to me to help me through it. She said I depend on Drover for support.
HA!!!
What a Lie! I can't believe she thinks that is what is going on. That woman is Nutzo! I am the one supporting Drover. He is Mr. Stressed-Out Goofy Dog.

At least I am back home and I didn't poop in the nice new Es-ca-pe, even though I really had to go. I did shake myself off and lots of little hairs got all over. teehee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh, great</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771101</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 07:42:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/771101</guid>
		<description>Whoopee, I get to ride in the new Es-ca-pe this morning. To the groomer/torturer. Wow.

I hope I s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoopee, I get to ride in the new Es-ca-pe this morning. To the groomer/torturer. Wow.

I hope I survive.

Congrats to Demon Flash Bandit who is on permanent Diary Pick status. 
And if some of you pals are being notified by HQ that you have a Diary Pick, congrats to you too!

It is a bluzzard outside at my place. Yuck, they threw me out there and told me to go potty. It is tough being a cute little Schnauzer around here.

Bark at ya later pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get your green on</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770771</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Mar 2012 06:08:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770771</guid>
		<description>Don't want any of you pals getting pinched. Wear your green collars or sweaters or whatever.

Cong ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't want any of you pals getting pinched. Wear your green collars or sweaters or whatever.

Congratulations to Whoever has the Real Diary Pick today. Demon Flash Bandit is still showing up. That was some good bribe, I mean treat he sent to HQ. Congrats Big Dog on having your picture there again!

And Congrats to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1083564">Shiloh</a>! She is Dog of the Day! 

Not much going on around here. Here is some <a id="img1183881141"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/tripe.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1183881141');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/tripe.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Green Tripe</a> to help you celebrate while the peepoles are eating cabbage and taters and drinking the green beer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't give up on me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770455</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Mar 2012 06:13:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770455</guid>
		<description>I hope you are all doing good with the Dogster changes that happened. I'm ok with it, 'cept now we c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope you are all doing good with the Dogster changes that happened. I'm ok with it, 'cept now we can't change the tool bar thingy at the top of our pages. We have to live with the black and orange tool bar thingy. But over at Catster, they have a purple background with the black and orange tool bar. Kinda spooky over there for those kitties.

And I think the Diary Picks from yesterday were recycled today. I know Demon Flash Bandit will be happy about his pick again! Congrats Big Dog. 
And those poor pups who are the Dog of the Day and Diary of the Day got no pictures. That is sad. 
Hopefully Dogster will get the fleas outta the system soon.

Anywhos, some of you commented on my diary entry yesterday that you didn't think I was barking enough.
This is what I put in my diary:
"Eat, snooze, bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Repeat."

I only put that many barks in for the sake of time and space.
So's I don't let you down, I have been outside barking since Daddy left at 6:30. It is now 7:00 and I just came in. I still have some barks inside of me and Mommy is telling me to "Stop!" Bol!

What happened? Am I getting up early now? It was starting to be light out there and now it is dark all over again. I dunno. Did this darkness happen around your place too?

But I know there is stuff out there to bark at! We have some white tail deer that are hanging around in the wheat field near my place. I Know they are out there. I bark. And bark some more. Even when I come inside, I bark.

So I hope you won't give up on me. I do have a reputation to keep up.
Don't worry pups, I am fine and dandy.
I am barking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hunker down!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770283</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Mar 2012 05:39:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/770283</guid>
		<description>Ut-oh! The Dogster Site Design relaunch happens this morning in a few hours! 
Run! Hide! Save yours ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ut-oh! The Dogster Site Design relaunch happens this morning in a few hours! 
Run! Hide! Save yourselves!

In the meantime..
Congrats to that famous Big Dog <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006/diary/Adventures_of_a_lead_dog">Demon Flash Bandit</a> for another Diary Pick today. Please read his entry on bad jerky treats. I don't want any of my pals getting sick from eating junk from China.

And big news for the family of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/576132">Greta Grace</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/735194">Roudy</a>. They have themselves a brand new two legged baby skinbro. The kiddo's name is Eli. He should be fun to clean up after! Congrats to your family!

Not much else going on here. I think I get to go for a ride in the new Es-ca-pe on Monday. Yippee. Time to go to the groomer/torturer.

Eat, snooze, bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Repeat.
The story of my life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Alone again, naturally</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/769793</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 08:31:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Got left alone again yesterday. Both Mommy and Daddy left us, all four of us. Tommy didn't get to go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Got left alone again yesterday. Both Mommy and Daddy left us, all four of us. Tommy didn't get to go! And we didn't tear up anything. We were good dogs.
At least they weren't gone for days like the time before when poor little Notme came in and tinkled all over Brother's bedroom floor. 
Anywho, when the pawrents got home and let us out, there was a strange vehicle in My driveway.

Alert! Alert! Alert! 

No one was in the vehicle. But I sent up a Major Inturder Alert anyways.
After a few minutes or hours, we all stopped barking at the strange vehicle. We stayed outside 'cause it was really nice out there.
Mommy and Daddy were messing around in the garage. Pretty soon, Mommy drove the strange vehicle into the garage.
I think the strange vehicle is here to stay.

Later, Tux sent up the ABWS (Alert Bark Warning System). 
He was barking right at the walk through door on the garage. 
Mommy asked Daddy to check it out. She thought a boogie man or maybe a stray cat was in there.
Turns out Tux was barking at the new strange vehicle.
Get over it Tux. Ya gotta learn When to bark!

I think we are gonna get left alone again, naturally. I heard them talking 'bout having lunch with Sister and letting her see the new strange vehicle. She didn't come home this weekend. 
She went to a knitting class. :-/

Oh well, I can hold down the fort if needed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor little Notme</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/769627</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Mar 2012 06:01:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So yesterday we could tell Mommy was gonna be going somewheres. The reason we knew is 'cause she put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So yesterday we could tell Mommy was gonna be going somewheres. The reason we knew is 'cause she put on her "good" jeans and a "good" t-shirt. And traded off the slippers for real shoes.
Got all dressed up, ya see.
Anyways, then she leaves us. Tommy gets to go. He is good in the car. That leaves the rest of us to hold down the fort. 'Course I do most of the work. The boys just howl and moan and wring their paws.
The hours and days wore on. We were alone for a really long time. 
A Really long time. Tux and Drover were beginning to worry that no one was ever gonna come home. 
Then I saw Daddy pull into the drive and right behind him Mommy pulled in. Don't know what was up with that.
But anyways, just in the nick 'o time we got to go out in the yard. We were all about to pop from needing to go!
We ran around and stuff and then finally settled down. We went inside. Mommy went into Brother's room. That's when she saw It.
Notme had been in there. Notme Really had to go. There was tinkle from the desk chair to the doorway! It looked like Notme had walked, stopped for a second, tinkled and walked and stopped and tinkled. Poor Notme really was trying to hold it in but just couldn't stop. She had to go bad! 
I say *she* because if Notme was a boy, he woulda watered the door or wall or sumfin. This tinkle was on the floor, like a girl goes.
At least Mommy didn't get mad. She just got the spray stuff and a rag and cleaned poor little Notme's tinkle.

That's what can happen when the pawrents leave us alone for too long. Poor little Notme stops in for a visit and then has to go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One bark too many</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/769121</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Mar 2012 07:32:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I pushed Mommy over the brink with my barking. 
I have lost my love seat perch by the big window. : ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I pushed Mommy over the brink with my barking. 
I have lost my love seat perch by the big window. :-(

Mommy was just starting downstairs to do her card-e-o exorcises. The eye-doctor-running-man and his chocolate lab went by. Of course I barked it up. Tux helped me by jumping onto the love seat for a better view. He isn't really 'posed to be up there.
Now usually, we all go outside to keep up the bark alert. Not this time. It is cold out and Mommy wanted to do her card-e-o stuff. The boys went downstairs with Mommy. I stayed upstairs. And barked. Even though I couldn't see the running man and his dog, I knew they were out there. And they would be coming back sometime.
So I barked. Tux came up to help me bark too.
Meanwhile Drover and Tommy were having a noisy rasslin session downstairs where Mommy was doing her card-e-o stuff.
I kept barking. Drover and Tommy kept up their noisy play. 

Mommy gave up with the card-e-o stuff.

She came upstairs to find me barking from the back of the love seat. By now, Tux was relaxing on the love seat.

She hollered at us about barking too much, never stopping, blah, blah, blah.

We went outside to finish our barking. When we came in my love seat was moved back over there. Mommy's recliner chair was by the big window again. 
My love seat window perch is no more.

Axfurly this whole thing is prolly Tux's fault. He isn't 'posed to be on the loveseat. *humph*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A man, a dog, a walk and bike riders</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/768795</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Mar 2012 10:02:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>All of these things just this morning Pups!
I saw the eye-doctor-running-man and his chocolate lab. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All of these things just this morning Pups!
I saw the eye-doctor-running-man and his chocolate lab. Good barking time.
We all got to go on a walk - off leash! Good times! I didn't even have to be on a leash coming back home. The boys did. Haha!
Then while we were messing around outside having Daddy kinda clean off our feeties, Daddy called me Eagle Eyes 'cause I was the only dog who saw two peepoles on bicycles coming on the road. I was the first dog to set up the bark alarm at those two.

Good times at my place today. It is a warm sunshiny day.
I wonder what else will happen?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gonna be busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/768292</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Mar 2012 06:05:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I gotta bark while I can to you pups. I am gonna be busy keeping things pulled together around here. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I gotta bark while I can to you pups. I am gonna be busy keeping things pulled together around here.

First off though, I gotta bark a congrats to that Big Dog, Demon Flash Bandit for having a Diary Pick today. And I missed barking at him a couple of years ago when he had a pick. He is in the Loop! :-)

Ok, so here is the deal. There is a puppy coming to spend the night at my place. Mommy is going to meet the shelter worker in one city, get the puppy and bring it home. Sleepover for the puppy at my place. Tomorrow or in a month or sumfin Mommy will take the puppy to another city and the puppy's new mommy will get her. Do you think while she is here I should tell her she is adopted? Maybe I will just let her new pawrents do that.

So I will be busy. I gotta keep up the security work And tend to a 8lb. ball of Border Collie fluff. Gah. It's *almost* more than any dog can handle. But I think I can manage. 

I'll bark when I can, if the little <a id="img7634326417"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/tribbles.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img7634326417');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/tribbles.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">tribble</a> dog ever sleeps. Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wanna creep out your folks?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/767970</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 06:12:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Try this. Gar-un-teed results.

Make sure it's good and dark. Go outside to potty. Instead just st ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Try this. Gar-un-teed results.

Make sure it's good and dark. Go outside to potty. Instead just stand and stare into the darkness. Go out to your back fence if you have one. If you have a family pack, you should all do this.

And don't bark.

Don't come back in when you are first called. 

Do the same thing the next morning while it is still dark.


Remember, Do Not bark. There is sumfin about the no barking that just creeps out the folks.

Try it, it's fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kinda creepy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/767662</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 11:24:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Does any other pup find it disturbing that the today's Dog of the Day

Monnie, 
6-year-old German ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Does any other pup find it disturbing that the today's Dog of the Day

Monnie, 
6-year-old German Shepherd
Duluth,MN

has a fancy dress, a human body and No Head!?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guys?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/767654</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Feb 2012 10:41:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, I will stay up here. On watch. On look-out duty. Protecting our place.
You guys go downstairs w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, I will stay up here. On watch. On look-out duty. Protecting our place.
You guys go downstairs with Mommy. She is just gonna do some of that exorcising junk. It's all dark down there and I can't see nuthin out the windows. I will stay up here on my love seat perch and do the security work.

Guys! I can see some stuff to bark at! Don't ya wanna come back upstairs and find out what I am barking at?

Guys! Can you hear me? You guys are making a bunch of noise down there. So much noise I can hear you upstairs here.

Guys! You are barking and growling and I know you are rasslin. You are sure loud. Sounds like you are having fun.

Ok, so there's really nuthin exciting out there for me to bark at. 

Guys! I am coming!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A good day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/767182</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 17:49:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woo Hoo! I seem to be back in the Diary Pick loop-de-loop. I love it here! Thank you to my pals who  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! I seem to be back in the Diary Pick loop-de-loop. I love it here! Thank you to my pals who have made comments (nice ones) on my diary entry.
Also thank you for my steaks. I got three today from the Snarky Schnauzers, Lexie and Zaidie. I am keeping them safe. No boy dogs allowed to even sniff my steaks.
And of course, sweet Hershey always sends a bee-u-ti-ful pink ribbon.

Then all of us dogs went on a super good walk. Daddy stayed home today, sumfin 'bout his mint all health. Whatever. We tried to get out there before the ground got all mushy but we didn't make it. Us dogs don't care about the mud. It's the pawrents who slip and slide along. And we got to be Off Leash! Don't worry pups. We had our leashes on until we were very far away from the road. Then Tux and Tommy were freed. Then little me. Then even Drover. We ran and sniffed and pooped and tinkled all over the place. If you looked out your window this morning, you might have seen us.
Good times! Way down there, I got off the road thing. I went 'splorin in the way tall grass and junk. All by myself. I could hear Daddy calling for me. I couldn't see him. That grass was tall and I am short. I followed the sound of Daddy's hollering and made it back to the group.
Then coming back, Tommy showed us a cool thing. We went under the fence, across a little ditch and sniffed some horse poop. I think Tommy might have eaten some of it. Let me tell you, the pawrents were both hollering at us then! Bol!
We headed home, had to have the leashes back on 'cause Mommy doesn't want any of us to run ahead trying to get home first and grab a bite of cat food from the garage. Well, and 'cause we have to be on the road for just a bit to get back to our driveway.
Then we all had to hang outside for awhile. Daddy brushed the little mud balls off. Our muddy feet had a chance to dry and the muddiness came off. Sure glad I didn't have to get a foot bath.
And then later I was keeping lookout on the back of my love seat. I saw something. I started the bark alarm. Mommy came and looked to see what I was barking at.
"Zoe, that's Daddy. He's out picking up trash along the road."
Oh, yeah, then I could tell it was Daddy. I quit barking then.

Good day huh? I should sleep like a really cute Schnauzer girl tonight.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Off With His Head!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766900</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 07:30:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, that a bit more extreme than it really was. How about this:

Off Of My Bed!

Here's what hap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, that a bit more extreme than it really was. How about this:

Off Of My Bed!

Here's what happened. Me and Mommy was sleeping away this morning. Suddenly Tommy jumped onto our big bed. Just as suddenly, I let him know he needed to get off. I gave my speed of light growly sound. He got off the bed. 

And stay off Tommy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good and loud</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766726</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 07:53:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy usually goes downstairs in the mornings to watch a small tv and move her arms and legs arou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy usually goes downstairs in the mornings to watch a small tv and move her arms and legs around. She calls it cardio. It's kinda boring so I usually go back upstairs after I help check while Mommy scoops the cat boxes. I make the rounds for any cat barf too while I am there.
Well, this morning I decided to stay downstairs. I was just messing around when a dog fight broke out. The boys all were growling and snapping their teeth. Drover was barking real loud, like he does. I decided to get in on the action too. We all piled on Tommy.
Don't worry, it was a pretend dog fight.
Tommy and Tux just snapped their teeth. Me and Drover got real loud.
It was great.
There we were rasslin' and tusslin' and being all kinds of loud. There was Mommy flapping her arms and dancing around the room. Good thing she had done the workout thingy before and knew the moves. She sure couldn't hear it! Bol!

Yep, a good loud dog fight gets the ol' heart pumpin'!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Five things I like about the new dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766536</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 05:25:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So with the new dog settling in around My place, I am finding things that are axfurly ok about him.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So with the new dog settling in around My place, I am finding things that are axfurly ok about him. It seems that he is purdy smart and knows that I am Top Dog around here. As long as he knows that, we can get along. Let the boy dogs tussle for their pecking order spots. I will continue to rain. Or sumfin like that.

Here are five things I like about Tommy.

1. He drops his cookies and I can rush over and grab them before he tries to get them back.

2. He leaves some of his breakfast in his dish. I can nab that too before Mommy tells me to "leave it" and picks up his dish.

3. I can growl him away from My loveseat. Ok, I let him be on the "bottom bunk" when I am on the top perch. But if I am on the seat part, he needs to stay away. 

4. He doesn't bother My toys. Much. And he better not start. If he knows what is good for him.

5. He doesn't sleep on My big bed. And again, he better not even think about it if he has any smarts at all.

So you see, there are a few things that are alright about him. If I come up with anymore I will let you know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Focus Peepoles!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766398</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Feb 2012 08:29:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let's get the focus back on what is Important around here, please.
Yeah, I am barking about how evf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let's get the focus back on what is Important around here, please.
Yeah, I am barking about how evfurrybody is talking 'bout Tommy. Ok, so yeah, he is cute. He is purdy well behaved. He doesn't bark much. He sometimes drops his cookie and I nab it and gobble it up.
But enough already.
I was here before all the other boys. I am still the Baby of the family, even though Tux and Tommy are younger. I am Daddy's Grrl.

I Am Boss. *stamps feet*

Sissor came home yesterday. Of course, she didn't bring me nuthin. She came home to meet Tommy. Gah. Petting him, saying how cute he is. On and on. I was throwing up in my mouth.

At least we are getting more walks now. I gotta be very careful to not get peed on. Three boys. Only one little me. It's dangerous out there.

I sure hope the newness of Tommy wears off fast. It looks like he is here to stay. I gotta come up with a plan to get back in the spotlight.
Any ideas?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Introducing Tommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766014</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 10:52:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/766014</guid>
		<description>He is here on this Dogster thing.
Check him out, he needs pals!

http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1234 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ He is here on this Dogster thing.
Check him out, he needs pals!

http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1234912

Me and Tommy and Tux went outside the wire with Daddy this morning. We sniffed and inspected our place. Then Tux decided to run to the garage for the cat food. He couldn't get in there so he went out sniffing along the road. He had to go back in the yard.
Me and Tommy and Daddy kept inspecting the place. We were good dogs.
I am kinda liking him. He doesn't pester me but I will chase him sometimes. He and Tux like to play. They are more the same size. And another good thing about him is that sometimes he drops his cookie and I can snatch it up fast. Gotta keep crumbs offa the floor ya know. ;-)

Oh, and this is funny. Don't tell nobody, k? Our neighbor, the one who walks past My place with his fifty-eleven dogs? He called Tommy's foster mom about adopting Tommy. I wonder if he will recognize Tommy the next time he walks past My place. Right now, it is hard to see Tommy outside. He is the same color as the dry grass! He can play hide and seek real good. 

One complaint I have. Ok, so whenever I get good and fuzzy and Cute to the max, I have to go get groomed/tortured. With Tommy, he is all like wild and crazy Einstein haired.
And Mommy thinks its cute and has no plans to change anything about his do. That seems wrong to me. I don't know what to do about it though.

I am still boss dog around this place. I gotta get back to barking from my love seat post.
Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Official</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/765882</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:11:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a new furbro. Here is Tommy
He is about two and a half. He is a Cairn Terrier with leg exten ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a new furbro. Here is <a id="img4421982648"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/tommy1.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img4421982648');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/tommy1.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Tommy</a>
He is about two and a half. He is a Cairn Terrier with leg extensions, I mean he is tall and about 10 pounds over the standard weight for a Cairn.
But he has been here since last Monday or sometime. And we are all getting along. 
Mommy signed the adoption papers to make it official for <a id="img4714181709"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/tommy3-1.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img4714181709');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/tommy3-1.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Tommy</a> (with his tongue sticking out) to be a member of our family. Mommy will make a page for him, maybe tomorrow. Then he'll need some pals!
I'll let you know when she gets it ready.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Got me a Diary Pick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/765814</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 07:26:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yep, got me a Diary Pick. Got me a coolio picture from Cooper and the gang. I love how they match th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, got me a Diary Pick. Got me a coolio picture from Cooper and the gang. I love how they match the picture "frame" to my background colors. Talented group there.
Got me a steak from 3 Snarky Schnauzers. Yum in the tum!
Got me a pink ribbon from the Pepper grrl. She's got her own huge blue ribbons from the dock diving she does.

Got me sumfin else to bark about but Mommy tells me I should wait until she signs some papers and gives away a little piece of paper. Just to be on the safe side in case sumfin falls though.
I dunno 'bout that but I will bark about sumfin else later today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentine cards and goodies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/765134</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:35:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow Pals! Thank you for the cards and goodies you've sent to Me.
You can see the things in my pictu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow Pals! Thank you for the cards and goodies you've sent to Me.
You can see the things in my picture. I can sure smell some good smells too. I don't know what is up with that.
But, each of us got a super yummy hearty heart cookie (thanks Jelly!). We each had one, we didn't have to share or nuthin!
And then Mommy said that was the last of the cookies we would get for the day. :-(
There is no way I can reach the kitchen counter where I bet there are some more cookies. Shoot, I wish Tux were a counter surfer!

Thank you again Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why did the pheasant cross the road?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/764966</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 15:05:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Because I was barking to beat the band. I saw the colorful birdie while looking out My big front win ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Because I was barking to beat the band. I saw the colorful birdie while looking out My big front window. Mommy was yakking on the phone so she had Me and Tux go outside. We kept up that barking until that pheasant was long gone.
Do you have pheasants in your neck of the woods? Ours look like this:
<a id="img0546422848"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/pheasant.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img0546422848');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/pheasant.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Big boy pheasant</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A crown</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/764636</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:13:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I thought crowns were to wear on heads. So how comes Mommy wants us to be all quiet and she is be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I thought crowns were to wear on heads. So how comes Mommy wants us to be all quiet and she is being all lazy. She said she is gonna get a crown. In her mouth. 
She went away this morning forever, or at least a couple of hours and now she is feeling kinda blechy. So get over it Mommy. I have things I need to bark about. I have places to go, pups to meet.
Pups, I am reading your diary entries, typist just isn't up to helping me bark many comments. 

PoP to Fizzy and his Momma. They are both feeling super yuck. Get well soon Fizz and FizzMom!

Bark at 'cha later Pals. Typist is feeling kinda queasy. Something about too much vanilla happy gas.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary of the Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/764203</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Feb 2012 06:59:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No, not me. I have already had that honor.
But take a look at Redford's diary. He'll send you over  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, not me. I have already had that honor.
But take a look at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283281">Redford's diary</a>. He'll send you over to Catster for a look at his kitty furbro's page. <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.catster.com/cats/292279 ">Rory is the Catster Diary of the Day!</a>. You just gotta go over there and read about what their Mom did to save a very skeered kitty in a really bad spot.
Their Mom is a Super Duper lady! 


In other news, Notme visited our hallway. And I say Notme 'cause it was Not Me. It was axfurly Drover! Here's the story. Real early o'clock Drover comes trembling over to Mommy's side of the bed. She had him get on the bed but there wasn't much room so she had him get off. He was trembling so much the whole bed shook. I know, 'cause I was in the middle of the bed. Mommy was then gonna get up to let Drover outside but Daddy got up instead. 
He was barefooted. He didn't have any lights on. He walked in the poop that Drover had deposited in the hall.
That naughty Drover. I guess he really had to go and instead of waking up someone Before, he woke them up After the bad deed. It had been there for awhile. Daddy said it wasn't steamin'. Bol.
Poor Daddy. Naughty Drover.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lips!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763917</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Feb 2012 10:53:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got A Nonny Mouse lips sent to my page! I wonder who did that?

Thank you, Mystery pup! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got A Nonny Mouse lips sent to my page! I wonder who did that?

Thank you, Mystery pup!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Scent City!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763899</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Feb 2012 07:31:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so the other day sometime, Daddy took us on a walk. Around the corner and down along the irrigat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so the other day sometime, Daddy took us on a walk. Around the corner and down along the irrigation ditch we went. I got to walk on the leash alone. The two stinky boys had to walk together.
Now the title on this entry is Scent City. Kinda a play on words. Sin City, ya know. But most of you know I don't live in a city. Or anywheres near a city. Like Zaidiepup calls it, poetic license. I know this isn't even a poem. But let's call it that anyway. Poetic license. The title, not the entry. Got it? 
Whatever.

Anywhos, there is a big bunch of weeds down there. Lemme tell you, they smell to high heaven! I am barking, RGS (Really Good Smells). All of us dogs sniff and sniff and sniff and leave our marks on that pile o' weeds.
Daddy doesn't know what we are smelling. He can't see any deer tracks or coyote tracks or elephant tracks or nuthin. Poor peepoles. They just don't smell so good. Not like us dogs. Us dogs smell good and can smell all the smells on that big pile o' weeds. You pups know what I am barking 'bout. Our peepoles' noses are pitiful sometimes.
Then instead of turning that way to head home, we turned the other way and went down to the corner before turning around and heading home. A bonus walk! Cool huh? There was a little white flag on a stick down at the end of the wheat field. I let that white flag have it. I barked and barked at that white flag. White flags means "I give up" and I barked to let that flag know I was the Boss. 
Daddy doesn't have to go to work today. I sure hope I can get another walk to sniff that big weed and maybe even bark at the white flag again!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wake up Typist!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763805</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Feb 2012 14:57:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So today, Mommy slept in. Daddy got up and then fed us breakfast at the right time.
Mommy get up! Y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So today, Mommy slept in. Daddy got up and then fed us breakfast at the right time.
Mommy get up! You've got mail:

   <i> Dogster wanted you to know that Zoe is one of today's featured diaries and it will be displayed all day on our Diary Central page at http://www.dogster.com/diary/dcentral.php under 'Today's Picks'. I know I know, we're barking like mad over here too! Thanks so much for running with the Dogster pack and keeping a diary. Much Woof, Dogster For the love of dog www.dogster.com </i>

Yep, little me has a Diary Pick today. My inbox was stuffed. First I got my great picture from Redford and pack. Thanks pups! I even finally remodeled my background to match the picture better. 
Coco Rose and Puff sent me a furever crown. Yes, I have been wearing it all day and making the others bow to me. Bol!
Hershey sent a pink ribbon. I've been wearing that today too.
While wearing my crown and ribbon, I've munched on the steak that Uno, Reece and Mickey sent over. A little while later, I chomped the steak that Lexie and Buddy G. sent. And now I am enjoying the steak Zaidie sent over.
Yummy! Thank you all!
Thanks for the shout out Demon Flash Bandit. He always keeps us all up to date on the important stuff going on. If you don't read his diary, you should. 
Other than having a diary pick, my day is kinda hum drum. I guess Sissor went back to her apartment in the other town. She packed up her junk (laptop and knitting) this morning and she hasn't been back.
I did get to bark at the neighbor and all of his dogs. He has a new puppy this time. Had to bark at that little punk so he knows who is boss around here.
I did get to go on a walk yesterday. I will bark about it but this entry is getting kinda long. You know me. Short and to the point.
More later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleeping Way In</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763515</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Feb 2012 07:25:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and Daddy were sleeping in buddies this morning. Way in. It was all warm and comfy back there in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and Daddy were sleeping in buddies this morning. Way in. It was all warm and comfy back there in the big bed. Mommy had gotten up hours ago. So it was easier to sleep. No window rattlin' snoring. :-0
She said she came back and whispered my name when it was breakfast time. I was so sleepin' I just didn't hear her.
She was starting to wonder 'bout me. If I was alright and all.
She was already searching Petfinder to find a replacement for me.

Jus' kiddin' 'bout that. She looks on Petfinder alla time anyways. There would be no replacing me!

When I did finally get up, I was starving. Mommy had my breakfast waiting for me. I gobbled it right up. 'Course, I gobble up any food.

Sissor was being a slug back there in her room. She stayed up late watching some geeky show. Prolly 'bout knitting. Or maybe sewing or sumfin. The show was called "Fringe". So I decided it was time to get up Sissor! I went back there and did some soft arrroooing to get her lazy bones up. 

Time to start the day. No fog today. I guess that wasn't an elephant yesterday that I thought I saw. No signs of elephant poopie anyways.
Wonder what I will see today?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>a great day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763461</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Feb 2012 20:00:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whooo boy. Just a great day. 
After I get hollered at for barking at fog, I got peed on. I came ins ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whooo boy. Just a great day. 
After I get hollered at for barking at fog, I got peed on. I came inside once and Mommy had to wipe me off with baby diapee wipees. One of the stinkin' boys peed on me.
Then Sister showed up this evening. Of course all she brought home was a bunch of dirty laundry and her knitting. Nuthin' good for me. 
Argh.
I hope things perk up tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I can too!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763299</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Feb 2012 07:11:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is very foggy this morning at my place. So foggy that everything is kinda gray out there.
I am a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is very foggy this morning at my place. So foggy that everything is kinda gray out there.
I am always on duty and I am barking from the back of the love seat perch lookout.
Mommy keeps telling me to be quiet. She says it is so foggy there is no way I can see anything to bark at.

I have super duper eyesight. I Can see sumfin to bark at. She needs new glasses. 

Hold on, I think I see an elephant.

I'll get back with you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drover has become a ventroliquist</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/763191</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 14:24:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy was just sitting there. Tux was by her chair. Drover was on a dog bed. I was on My special  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy was just sitting there. Tux was by her chair. Drover was on a dog bed. I was on My special look out spot on the back of the love seat. We were all snoozing, well, all of us dogs. Not Mommy. 
And come to find out, some of us only Looked like we were snoozing. Drover was axfurly awake, playing possum.
He was making snoring sounds. Mommy heard them. She looked at all of us. We all looked like we were snoozing. 
Can you believe it? She accused me of snoring. I Don't snore. Just 'cause my head was hanging over the back of the love seat, Drover thought it would be funny to make it seem like I was snoring. Humph. 

I don't snore.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a pill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/762859</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:07:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was a nice day at my place today. Sunny and kinda warm. It was nice to go outside. So that's what ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was a nice day at my place today. Sunny and kinda warm. It was nice to go outside. So that's what we did. Went outside.
Me and the boy dogs went out and sniffed around. We pottied. I sniffed the ScooterCat's bottom. She comes over from the garage in the afternoons. I think she likes to be around with us. Drover is even doing better and not chasing her so much. I just like to sniff her bottom. Well, sometimes I chase her, not much though.
Anywho, we went outside. Then I scratched at the door for Mommy to let us in. We came in. We sat in our special spots by the pantry doors. We got a snack. 
That's how it works around here. Whenever we come in, we sit nice by the pantry doors and get a snack.
Mommy went back to her laptop. 
I wanted back out. I scratched at the door. She told me I was just outside. I scratched at the door again. Pretty soon, she came and let us outside again. 
Pretty soon again, I scratched at the door for Mommy to let us in again. She let us in. We sat nice by the pantry doors for our snack. Wasn't as big this time. Just a crumb, ya might say.
Mommy went back to whatever she was doing.
I scratched at the door again. Needed out again. Mommy was starting to get upset with me and my scratching. She told me I was just outside. 
Ok.
I scratched at the door again. Mommy came and let us out again.
When I scratched to be let in again, we didn't get cookies. We sat nice by the pantry doors. No cookies.
Humph.
When Daddy got home Mommy told him what I had done. She started out by calling me "your dog". She told him about the goings out and comings in.
Then she called me a pill.

Is that a good thing?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Skiddin', Walkin'.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/762481</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:06:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I got to help Daddy take the big stinky bucket 'o kitty poop out to the garage to dump out. Ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I got to help Daddy take the big stinky bucket 'o kitty poop out to the garage to dump out. Out of the yard gate we went. Just Me and My Daddy. As soon as I got outta the gate, I kicked it into high. I ran into the garage. Now as soon as I get in the garage I gotta make a sharp turn to run to the cat food bowl. So I was going fast. As I made the sharp turn, I skidded! I was goin' so fast and the floor was slippery so I skidded in the turn. But I made it for a quick bite of cat food before Daddy was able to holler at me to stop. tee hee.

Now I am heading out for a walk with Daddy. Yeah, the boys are coming along too. At least I can walk alone on the leash. The boys can walk tandem and pee on each other.

Hope you day has been fun too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's goin' on</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/762407</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jan 2012 06:31:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Not much pups, not much. I am liking My love seat by the big window. I hop right up to the back. It' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not much pups, not much. I am liking My love seat by the big window. I hop right up to the back. It's comfy up there. I can sit up and bark or lay down and snooze. And I'm not even being That barky. Don't worry though, I feel fine. Life is good.

Hey, those of you using guestbooks and slide shows from slide.com, heads up. Finley has discovered that they will be going away. Thanks Fin for the info. If you don't do sumfin with your content by Mar. 6, it will just go poof.
Congrats to Demon Flash Bandit and Reilly for their Diary Picks today. And Anya was a pick yesterday. I love having famous pals.

Yesterday I got to go outside the wire (fence) with Daddy. He got home late the night before or sumtime so's he didn't park in the garage. Those garage cats were already tucked in there so he didn't want them to escape by opening the big garage door. Anyways, he and Mommy needed to go somewhere yesterday morning so I went out there to help him when he scraped ice offa the windshield. I provided security, ya know. And honest, I didn't sneak into the garage for a bite of kitty cat food. Honest.

I sure hope there is some kind of excitement today. Maybe I can look real cute and pitiful and get Daddy to take me for a walk. Looking cute and pitiful isn't too hard to do. It's just another of my many talents. Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Compromise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761985</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 10:59:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy could see how sad I was. I mean, I live to bark. Since the furniture got moved around I did ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy could see how sad I was. I mean, I live to bark. Since the furniture got moved around I didn't have my bestest perch to bark from. I tried. I really tried. I got in Daddy's big chair (that I gave him for Father's Day). I got on the loveseat Way over there. The thing that worked better was to get on Mommy's chair by the big window. Of course, when she was using it, it was a no go for me to be there. I would get on the chair when she was using her laptop in Brother's bedroom. Then I could bark and she would holler at me. I would get quiet for a nano-second. Then I would bark again. She would holler at me. I would get quiet. You get the idea.
Daddy likes where his big chair is (yes, the one I gave him for Father's Day). Mommy didn't want to swap the loveseat and Daddy's big chair back. So she shoved her chair over to where the loveseat was. Then she shoved the loveseat over to where her chair was. That's right. By the big window. 
Compromise. She knows I need to bark. I am gonna bark anyways. Where ever I can barely see out the window. So I might as well be able to see out the big window real good. 
That is what compromise is all about. 

Toadal Score for Me!

I'll get Mommy to post some pictures of our compromise.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gone...with the wind</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761851</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 14:51:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has turned into a super windy day at My place. We had a dab of snow but that all melted and now M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has turned into a super windy day at My place. We had a dab of snow but that all melted and now My yard is a soggy, mushy mess. But Mommy says the wind will dry stuff out fast.
When I go outside I get blown against our fence over there. I tried to play with a Jolly Ball. Didn't work, I could only run in one direction. 
The chickens have laid the same 3 eggs 8 times today. 
It is serious windy.
*IF* I could see out the big window, the one I *Used* to be able to see out real good, before the furniture got all messed up, I could see lots of stuff blowing by My place.
I just know I would see some Walmart bags. Pieces of black plastic the farmers use. Potatoes. The neighbors' dogs. Some horses and cows. 
Tons of stuff blowing past and I am missing it all.
This is such a shame I can't get a good look out the big window. Alls I can do is get on Mommy's chair when she isn't using it and catch a quick look. 

Hold on! Wait a minute!
Is that a giant Petco shopping cart filled with toys and treats and no stinkin' clothes?
I gotta check that out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The grooming truth</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761485</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:06:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Evfurry now and then Me and Drover have to get groomed/tortured. Some of you pups know what it's lik ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Evfurry now and then Me and Drover have to get groomed/tortured. Some of you pups know what it's like. Some of you never have to go to be groomed/tortured.
It got me 'membering that a long time ago I barked in my diary the whole terrible truth about what happens when a pup gets groomed/tortured. And since it's been kinda quiet around here I figured a rerun of the original entry would be a good read for you.
Here it is. And 'member I only bark the whole truth, always.

I was tortured...really (Feb. 15, 2007)

Today Drover and me went in for our haircuts. I don't get it-we just got haircuts! I know I have no concept of time, but still, it doesn't seem like that long ago!
Anyway, we went in to the groomers, and the torture started. As soon as we stepped in the door, Drover and I were grabbed and stuffed into this little bitty cage. It was tiny! I hardly had room to breathe! Drover wasn't helping-he was sprawled out, taking a nap.
After hours in the cage, the groomer took me out. Everybody thinks that when dogs go to the groomers, they get their hair clipped. Nope! When dogs go to the groomers, they get their hair shrunk. I'll tell you how it works (from personal experience).
First, the groomer put me in a washing machine and set it on the spin cycle. She left me in there for awhile, then stopped the machine and checked on me. Apparently my hair hadn't shrunk enough, so she closed the lid back up and turned it on again!
Finally, she took me out of the washing machine, and threw me in the dryer. Yep, the dryer. It was on tumble dry! After I bounced around in there for awhile, she took me out.
Next, she put starch on my ears and ironed them to make them stand up. She put lots of starch on them. Then she put a bandana with shamrocks on it around my neck. I guess she thought that my family would see the bandana and say, "Oh, what a lovely bandana! This groomer did a great job cutting Zoe's hair!" As if a bandana proves anything. Hmph.
After that, I got thrown back in the cage and she took Drover out. I guess she thought he was "handsome" or something, cause she was nice to him. She put the washer on the delicate cycle, and used a blow-dryer on him. She tried to iron his ears out, but even after she used a whole bunch of starch, they still flopped over. So he got a bandana too, and then stuffed him back in the cage with me.
Then she forgot about us.
Drover didn't seem to mind, he was watching Nature on his portable DVD player.
Hours later, the groomer looked at the cage, saw us there, and called Mom to come pick us up. Mom came in awhile later, put our leashes on us, and took us outside. You'd think we could manage to get home without incident. Nope!
Drover had the whole area between the groomer's house and the car to pee on, but where did he pee? Mom's leg! That's right, he peed on Mom's leg! I was shocked, and all I could do was stare at him while we got in the car. I got to sit on Brother's lap on the way home and look out the window on the way home, at least. It smelled like pee in the car.
When we finally got home, I went in the house and fell asleep right away. I'll tell you what, torture really tires a pup out!
Arroooo till next time!
.:Zoe:.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The day's a'wastin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761435</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 07:31:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good grief! The world is passing us by and both my pawrents slept in this morning. Mommy worse than  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good grief! The world is passing us by and both my pawrents slept in this morning. Mommy worse than Daddy.

I have a Diary Pick today peepoles! Get up! Get on Dogster!

I have a great picture that Redford and crew made for me. I have gotten rosettes from pals.
Coco Rose and Puff sent me a steak. And congrats to Coco Rose on her Diary Pick too.
Uno, Reece and Mickey sent me a snowflake and wishes that I get my window perch back.
Petey sent me a steak. I will have that later on today. I just barely had breakfast with all the sleeping in going on here.
Hershey sent me a fresh pink ribbon with hopes I get some goodies today.
Thank you all for my pressies!

You've had some great ideas on getting my window lookout back. Thank you for all your comments. I will make sure Mommy reads them and then I will give her the mega-pitiful-puppy eyes and in my case I use the ears too. I will give it my best. We'll see what happens.
Pennie had a great idea. Mommy can crochet a nice glass door for the front. And this would work. Evfurryone has heard of FiberGlass. Isn't that yarn to make windows out of? And there is SteelWool to make the frame around the FiberGlass.
Easy Peasy.
I'll have her order the stuff and then I can bark at the mailman when he delivers the package.
This will work!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's a no go pals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761255</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Jan 2012 08:17:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy says she is not gonna move My loveseat back so's I can see out the big window. She says Daddy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy says she is not gonna move My loveseat back so's I can see out the big window. She says Daddy likes having his big chair (yes, the one I gave him for Father's Day) over there. Of course, what's not to like? It's by the wood stove. He can see the TV real good. He can see out the big window. Mommy made him an afghan and it's right there on the stair railing thingie real handy. 
It is the perfect spot in our living room. 
So I am stuck over on the loveseat. I can't see a durn thing. Well, I can see out the window that looks to the side and the back. Once the farm workers come back to work I can have some good barking times then. Right now though, it's dullsville.
At least the sun is shining out there today. It's windy and cold but I can deal with that. And Daddy is home today and he plays with me. Maybe we can go for a walk later on. And of course, I will sit nice and get cookies. And then do some snoozing and shunning on the loveseat in it's new stinkin' spot. And I can get on Mommy's chair and see stuff out the big window.
Maybe this day will be a bit better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She shouldn't have done that</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/761151</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 16:22:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>'Member I told ya it's really boring around My place? Well, it's the still the same.
Yesterday to t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member I told ya it's really boring around My place? Well, it's the still the same.
Yesterday to try to liven up the place, Mommy moved the living room furniture around. She switched the love seat over to where Daddy's big chair is and put Daddy's big chair where the love seat was.
Wrong thing to do. Now I didn't have a good place to see out the big front window. After jumping up in her chair, Daddy's big chair and the love seat way over there, I shunned them. I got on the love seat and turned my back to them last night. So there.
And of course, she didn't move the furniture back the way I Need it to be.
And now, 'member again how boring it is around here? So boring, Daddy was snoozing in his big chair. Mommy was messing with a hook and yarn that she calls crochet. She was in her chair by the big window. I was up there too looking out the window. It was all quiet and stuff. Boring.

Suddenly:
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

The neighbor and all his eighty-eightgillion dogs was coming past My place on their walk.

And who gets hollered at and told all kinds of words to get quiet? Sure 'nuf. Cute little ol' me. Just trying to do my job. Mommy and Daddy both got onto me to "stop". Tux was told to get quiet too. Daddy made us wait 'bout 10 days at the back door until we got quiet and then he let us out. The guy and his dogs were miles away before we got out to bark at them proper. Why do we have to get quiet just so's we can get out there and bark?
It sure don't make no sense.

And all of this came about 'cause Mommy moved the stinkin' furniture and I don't have my love seat vantage point no more. She shouldn't have done that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nuthin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/760887</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 05:08:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Toadal boringness. Eat and sleep. Not even much to bark at. Cold and windy. Rain. Don't spend much t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Toadal boringness. Eat and sleep. Not even much to bark at. Cold and windy. Rain. Don't spend much time outside. 

Such is my life here in Idunno.

*sigh*

I hope things are more 'citing in your little place of the world.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stinkin' sweaters</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/760255</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jan 2012 09:55:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Goofy Drover has been all shivery since we got our hairs shrunk at the groomer/torturer last week. S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Goofy Drover has been all shivery since we got our hairs shrunk at the groomer/torturer last week. So Mommy crocheted him a sweater and Sister knitted him a sweater. You should see him when they put one on him. He is so goofy it's disgusting.
I sure don't want no stinkin' sweater. I don't need no stinkin' sweater. They sure don't need to make me no stinkin' sweater.
Just 'cause I go hang around when they are putting a sweater on Drover Does Not mean I want no stinkin' sweater.
Not at all. Don't even think about it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Repeat performance?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/759859</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 05:09:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sister came home last night. What did she bring? Two bags of dirty laundry. And her tea kettle for M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sister came home last night. What did she bring? Two bags of dirty laundry. And her tea kettle for Mommy to look inside.
I know, weird, huh?
But anyways, I was gonna show her my tunneling one way trick like I barked about. I was telling Sister about it. Really. Mommy was helping me tell her. Most of us pets have voices that the peepoles talk with. It's just something we do around here. 
Enough with the nuttiness around here.
On with my story.

I headed into the cover tunnel at the foot of the bed. But I 'membered how skeery it was so I backed out before I even got all of me in. I am not a doofus. That was one skeery time even for a brave pup like me.
Plus Mommy had gotten her camera out when I was heading in. No pictures! 
Sister will just have to believe me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One way, dead end</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/759723</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Jan 2012 12:29:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The following story is true. And skeery. So if you have a weak heart or bladder or sumfin, maybe you ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The following story is true. And skeery. So if you have a weak heart or bladder or sumfin, maybe you better pass this one up.
So let me set up the deal for ya. Mommy has her laptop thing in Brother's bedroom. She spends a lot of time in there, usually on Dogster! :-)
Ok, so the room is little. Not much fits in there. And the bed can't be crawled under like the other beds in our house. Brother's bed has drawers under the mattress thing. Since the bedroom is small, the bed is real close to 2 of the walls. 
This is where it starts getting skeery. I'm just warning ya.
Last night, when Mommy was using her laptop, doing one last round of the sites she visits, I decided to go 'sploring. Down at the end of Brother's bed I started. I kinda crawled under the cover thing that was hanging off. Then the corner of the bed was there, in the corner of the room. I kept going. Just call me Zoe the 'Splorer like that little cartoon girl on the TV. Well, 'cept I'm not a little cartoon girl. And I haven't even ever watched that show. But you can call me Zoe the 'Splorer anyways. 
Where was I?
Oh yeah, between the wall and Brother's bed. Under the cover thing that was hanging over. I kept going. And Going. It was slow going. That's the way 'splorers go. I got to the end of the bed. Axfurly, that was the top part of the bed. Another wall/corner. 
I was stuck. This route was so tiny there was only one way in. No turning around. No U-turn. No cul-de-sac. It was dark. Not much air. Dust bunnies and prolly and old moldy apple core were in there with me.
That's when I could hear Mommy and Daddy. They were telling me to come on out. Daddy told me to back out. Beep, beep, beep. Like a big machine does when it backs up. I tried that. But remember I was under the cover thing. There was miles and miles of that cover thing over on the side I was trapped in.
I could sure tell my pawrents were concerned about their cute little Schnauzer. Sure thing. 
I could hear them laughing at me.
I decided to get outta there and right now. I turned sideways, as best I could and tried to jump up on the bed. Some of the cover came with me. Only my front legs made it up on the bed. I hung on for dear life with my front legs while my back legs managed to scramble up the rest of the way.
My pawrents laughed at me the whole time.
But I made it! And Mommy didn't have time to grab her camera for any embarrassing pictures. That was good.
So I am alive and barking. Hope I didn't skeer ya too much. I don't recommend you trying this at your place. 'Specially if you are bigger than me. Maybe if you are smaller it might work out for ya.


And I gotta send out the big woofs to my pals Jelly and Pepper for having Diary Picks today. And I didn't bark (in my diary) yesterday but Demon Flash Bandit had a Diary Pick then. Congrats Pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair to cute fuzzy little Schnauzer!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758989</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jan 2012 08:39:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Daddy got home at about dark time. We sure barked at him. He left the car parked in front of the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Daddy got home at about dark time. We sure barked at him. He left the car parked in front of the garage so we barked to tell him he forgot to park in the garage. But since the garage cats were already tucked inside the garage he didn't want them to leave and have to be rounded up again. So that's why he parked the car outside of the garage. It's still there this morning.
Anywho, Sunday nights have been movie and popcorn nights around here for as long as this little dog can remember. Even with Brother leaving and when Daddy was in the Eye Rack and now with Sissor gone, it's still movie and popcorn night. 
Tra-Di-Tion! Tradition!
Gotta love em. When food is involved!

But when Daddy got home he wanted some soup. So he had some soup. But Mommy wanted the traditional popcorn to go along with the movie. Axfurly, they watched a TV show Daddy wanted to see. But on with my story.
So Mommy was giving us 3 dogs our little bits of popcorn. I was over on one side of her chair. Drover and Tux were in front of her chair.
Mommy would give me a piece of popcorn. Then she would give the guys some popcorn. One to me. More to them. I could tell they were getting more than me. It took like twice the time to give them theirs as it did for me to get my popcorn.
Not fair! They were getting more! 
I solved the problem though. I went and sat right in between those those two lugs. That way I would get the same amount as they were getting.
Ha! This little fuzzy pup ain't gonna get cheated outta her fair share of popcorn!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>3 outta 5</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758823</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Jan 2012 06:23:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758823</guid>
		<description>I ain't good with numbers but I know I got famous pals here on this Dogster place. Lily, Fizzy and Z ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I ain't good with numbers but I know I got famous pals here on this Dogster place. Lily, Fizzy and Zaidie all have Diary Picks today! That means I know 3 outta 5 of the Diary Pick pups. 
Congrats to all of you pups!

Yesterday I guess Sissor got lonely for me. She came home from her other place. I got all 'cited when I heard a car pull into the drive and I rushed outside and started arrroooing when I saw her. She didn't bring me nuthin of course. But she does play with me, a little bit. 
She did some laundry and messed around in her cave, I mean, room. She had to show us some little slippers she knit for herself. Then she rummaged through the yarn(yawn) in her closet for some other project she wants to start.
The mail person gave Mommy two packages yesterday. Good barking! But one package only had, you guessed it, yarn! What is it with yarn around here? Gah!
And the other package had different stuff, mostly, guess again, tea! Double gah! But it did have a package of treats for Me! So that box wasn't a toadal wash.
I heard Sissor saying she will be leaving sometime this morning. Oh yeah, and Daddy is gone this weekend. The other day there was an 'xplosion of camo stuff in our basement. Daddy had it all over the place. Then he packed it up and took it to the car. Mommy said Daddy will be back this evening from Guard Drill. I don't know what that is but I am glad Daddy will be back.
And he doesn't have to work tomorrow. That is good. But I have to go to the groomer/torture place. That is bad. But maybe then Daddy can take me for a walk. And that will be good.

Whoa, I've barked on and on here. Usually, I am kinda quiet.
BOL!
Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Isn't Spam Meatz&amp;trade;?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758517</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Jan 2012 05:44:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I sure don't smell no Meatz&amp;trade; but Mommy says we got Spammed. On some of my diary entries and ph ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I sure don't smell no Meatz&trade; but Mommy says we got Spammed. On some of my diary entries and photos. And we've seen the spam on a couple of other pals' photos.
So we deleted the Spam. Without so much as a sniff or a taste.
And then we changed our settings so maybe the Spam won't come back.
I know you pups are computer savvy out there but Just in case you wanna change your own settings and don't wanna look around too much for where to click, I've done it for you! 
You're welcome.

Here's how:

First of all, just delete the Spam. And you can change the setting to only accept comments from members.
To do that go to your Account page. Up there at the top left of the page.
Click #2 account preferences.
Click #8 Comment preferences
Then chose to allow only members to post comments on diary entries and photos.
You could chose to approve all comments if you want.
Be sure to click the green submit button. 

Hope that helps some of you. Or maybe you might get a taste of Spam!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Goings on</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758419</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Jan 2012 14:21:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups, did ya see? It's Ella's  birthday! Today she is five! Woo hoo and happy birthday to you!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups, did ya see? It's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella's </a> birthday! Today she is five! Woo hoo and happy birthday to you!
And have you pups noticed that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954977">Willa</a> has been Dog of the Week since Dec. 20th? That's more than a week. 
She is sure caught in the loop-de-loop! I don't know Willa, I hope she is doing ok!

On the home front at my place, not much going on. I watched Sister pack up boxes of books, containers of yarn(yawn), a couple pairs of socks and undies and some other junk. She left yesterday and didn't come back to sleep in her room. Mommy tells me everything is cool. She got an apartment close to campus and work. Now she can walk to those things. And she can attend the symphony that plays at the campus big time auditorium. yippee. She is all excited about that. Along with tea, books and knitting, she likes that kind of weird music. She is hopeless.
I am gonna miss her around here. She never brought me any goodies but she axfurly would play with me. 'Course she would always tell me to stop barking too. Everybody does that. 
Have fun in your apartment Sissor! That's what I really call her. Sissor. Mommy would tell me "Sissor's home" and I would get all excited. And I know she just might read my diary. She has even helped me write some of my entries. 
She is a pretty good sister.

Not much else goin' on around here. Not much to bark at. Even though I can always find something.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Halp!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/758041</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Jan 2012 05:30:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was a-snoozing away in the big bed this morning. Daddy came in to take a shower. 
He closed the d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was a-snoozing away in the big bed this morning. Daddy came in to take a shower. 
He closed the door. Or else I pushed it closed when I heard Mommy getting breakfast ready.
I couldn't get out! 

Wait! Don't forget me! I am starving!

I scratched on the door. I scratched and scratched. For hours, prolly.
Finally I could hear Mommy saying, "I'm coming, Zoe!"
And then I was free! I rushed out to my spot to eat.
Everything was alright then.

And Mommy told me I was a Dogster Diary Pick. Again. And I hadn't barked anything new in my diary.
Loop-dee-loop! Woo Hoo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So far...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/757705</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Jan 2012 09:12:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/757705</guid>
		<description>This year is turning out to be So Boring! I mean, I got up. I had breakfast, same old food. I went o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This year is turning out to be So Boring! I mean, I got up. I had breakfast, same old food. I went outside. Same old yard to potty in. Same old darkness to bark at. I came in. Same old wood stove to warm up around. Same old loveseat to snooze on. Same old toys to play with. Same old treats to beg for.
Same old, same old. 
This year is boring!

Whoa! Daddy is getting ready to take us for a walk! Woo Hoo!
Bark at ya later Pals! 

 This is shaping up to be a really good year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Your pawrents will understand</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/757231</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 15:17:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/757231</guid>
		<description>I just gotta copy this for you pups to read. It was posted on Schnauzers Rule today by Bella.


Y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just gotta copy this for you pups to read. It was posted on Schnauzers Rule today by Bella.


You Know You Are A Dog Person When...

You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.

Pigs Ears are on your shopping list every week.

You send Valentine's day cards from your dog to his favorite doggy friend.
 
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.

The waste basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.

You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.

Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.

You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.

Your dog sleeps with you. You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but he understands.

You have little songs that you sing to your dog, and he always wags when you sing, even though you can't carry a tune.

Your dog eats cat poop, but you still let him kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).

You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.

You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.

You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid.

You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog.

You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.

You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go to the movies with your boy/girlfriend

You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.

You open your purse, and that big bunch of plastic bags you use for pick-ups pops out.

You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.

You meet someone when out walking your dogs and you introduce your dogs first.

You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day.

Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the Chemist

Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy some wood and build him a small staircase so he can climb onto the bed by himself.

You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.

You match your furniture/carpet/clothes to your dog.

All of your charitable donations go to dog-related and humane society groups.

You have your dog's picture on your office desk (but no one else's).

You lecture people on responsible dog ownership every chance you get.

You hang around the dog section of your local bookstore.

You skip breakfast so you can walk your dog in the morning before work.

You are the only idiot out walking in the pouring rain, but your dog needs his walk.

You don't go out for drinks with co-workers any more because you need to go home and see your dog.

Your parents refer to your pet as their granddog, remember his birthday, and send him greeting cards and gifts.

Your friend's dog acts as Best Dog at your wedding.

Your weekend activities are planned around taking your dog for a hike (both days).

You keep an extra water dish in your second-floor bedroom, in case your dog gets thirsty at night (after all, his other dish is way down on the first floor...).

Your freezer contains more dog bones than anything else.

You never completely finish a piece of steak or chicken (so your dog gets a taste, too).

You shovel a zig-zag path in the garden snow so your dog can reach all his favorite spots.

You avoid vacuuming the house as long as possible because your dog is afraid of the vacuum cleaner.

You keep eating even after finding a dog hair in your pasta.

You carry pictures of your dog in your wallet instead of pictures of your parents, siblings, significant other, or anyone else remotely human.

And the number one reason you know you're a dog person: is you're on this web site reading doggie humor!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756555</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Dec 2011 05:47:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756555</guid>
		<description>Whoa, this is toadal craziness. I was a Diary Pick yesterday. Ok, that's cool. 
But I have another  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoa, this is toadal craziness. I was a Diary Pick yesterday. Ok, that's cool. 
But I have another Diary Pick today. I didn't bark anything new. I guess it's like on TV when they have reruns. The Dogster HQ workers prolly wanted to take it easy being Christmas and all so they pushed the repeat button or sumfin.

Wishbone and crew made my very cool picture, yesterday and today. Well, axfurlly, I think Cooper made it yesterday. Bol!

And did ya notice? <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296173">Nina is Diary of the Day pick!</a>! Head over and toss her some bones and treats. Congratulations Nina!

I sure hope you pups had a great Christmas. Did you tons of treats and toys and food from the feast?
I will bark about my day a little later. I did post some pictures of me mostly waiting to get to My stuff.

Thank you again for all of the mistletoe and the other gifties you pups sent to me and my furmily!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756073</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 05:18:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756073</guid>
		<description>Zoe wades her way through the mistletoe up to the podium. She pushes mistletoe off of the podium and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Zoe wades her way through the mistletoe up to the podium. She pushes mistletoe off of the podium and microphone.

Can you hear me now? Can you hear me over at Catster? My furmily and I want to thank each and everyone of you furs for the mistletoe you have sent to each of us! We love it!
It is gonna take a really long time to open and read all of the messages you have sent to us. But we will do it!
Thank you, thank you and thank you!
Merry Christmas to each of you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And the winner is...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756069</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 04:49:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/756069</guid>
		<description>'Member the other day or hour when I posted a picture of all of my Christmas cards I've gotten from  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member the other day or hour when I posted a picture of all of my Christmas cards I've gotten from Dogster pals? Some of you took guesses as to how many cards there were.

With the correct guess of 11 cards <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/360928">Harley</a> is the winner! Congratulations!

Here is a picture of my cards all spread out:

<a id="img1508198050"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Xmascards12-24-11001.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1508198050');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Xmascards12-24-11001.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">My Christmas cards</a>

Merry Christmas Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Triple Whammy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755945</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Dec 2011 12:31:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755945</guid>
		<description>Ok, I think the action should be over around my place today.
Mega-barking!
Every single truck that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, I think the action should be over around my place today.
Mega-barking!
Every single truck that is capable of delivering stuff stopped at my place today!
First the brown truck. Geeky stuff Sister had ordered for herself.
But the barking at the truck was super.
Then the FedEx dood hurried to our front door. Yarn(yawn) for Mommy. But again, we were barking like crazy pups. I tell you what, Tux is to be admired. He has this pawsome high pitched squeal and he runs to the back door and bunches up the rug. There's lots to be said for being a big dog. Well, bigger than me anywhos.
Then our favoritey mailman brought Me a package. 
Bark! Bark! Bark! That means Thank You in doggie speak Mr. Mailman!
And that was a package for me! Me! ME! Christmas came from Canada! Unfortunecookieately, the pressies are all wrapped and Mommy won't let me open MY goodies. Well, there is a bag o' reindeers that Mommy was going "ohhhh! soo cute" over. She was kinda squealing when she was looking at them. And she said sumfin about Tux, Drover and the kitty cats having their own packages. That's gotta be wrong.
But she did open a package of hearty shaped fromage cheddar cookies! Yummy!!! That is French (I think) for cheddar cheese cookies. The peepoles talk those French words in the Canadaland.
Thank you Zaidie and Zaidie Mom and Zaidie Dad for the wonderful boxful of goodies! 

It has been a bark-o-rama today at my place. I think I better grab a nap while I can.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad feeling</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755663</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 04:21:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755663</guid>
		<description>Ut-oh. I am getting a bad feeling. Nina sniffed this out from the Dogster community page:
Dogster u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ut-oh. I am getting a bad feeling. Nina sniffed this out from the Dogster community page:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://blogs.dogster.com/dogster_site_updates/2011/12/20/1288/">Dogster upgrades coming</a>

Remember the last time there were changes? Some things still aren't working right from all of that.

Time to batten down the hatches Pups! Get ready for the storm!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Non-Stop Bark Fest!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755575</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 16:12:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755575</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! Just in time for Christmas! It's a Bark-a-thon at my place!
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Yeste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! Just in time for Christmas! It's a Bark-a-thon at my place!
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.
Yesterday we had a repair guy knock on the back door. We didn't have time to get rushed outside into our yard. So we stayed in while he messed with our washer. It has been acting wonky and it is under warranty. That must mean bark your heads off. We did. Sister started giving us some of the Lickity Stiks. That worked but we were still able to get in some good barks. Mommy got a little upset when the guy asked her to put Tux "up". He couldn't concentrate. I guess looking at why the washer is acting wonky is like brain surgery. Anywho, Tux had to go outside. He still barked up a storm. The guy had his repair truck sitting in our driveway and he even had his dog in there. Tux was going Nutzo! Bark on Tux!
The guy left after messing with the wonky washer. Mommy was upset. She said some bad words. The guy didn't fix the washer. Just told her to give it a try and call the company back. Grr. So Mommy was grouchy the rest of the day. 
Then the mailman got barked at real good.
Then today the mailman got barked at real good again. Another package was delivered. 
Then the brown truck dude got barked at real good. Another package!
And 'member how I told ya Tux barked up a storm yesterday? For reals. I am not kiddin'. Today it has been snowing and it's cold and windy. 
There is power in dogs' barking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Play with me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755321</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 08:39:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755321</guid>
		<description>Hey pups, I have a fun guessing game for you all to play!
I had Mommy take a picture of all my card ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups, I have a fun guessing game for you all to play!
I had Mommy take a picture of all my cards I have received from Dogster pals. 
Here's the deal. You take a guess at how many cards are in the picture. One guess per pup please. The game will close on Dec. 24 and I will send a rosette to the pup who first guesses the right number of cards. 
Easy peasy and fun!
Here's the picture:
<a id="img2874001726"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Xmascards003.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2874001726');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Xmascards003.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Christmas cards from my pals</a>

Now make your guess!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cold</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755319</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Dec 2011 08:32:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/755319</guid>
		<description>As in Mommy has a cold and she is all pitiful and stuff. All she did yesterday was sleep.
Daddy cam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As in Mommy has a cold and she is all pitiful and stuff. All she did yesterday was sleep.
Daddy came home from work to make her some soup. Is that pathetic or what?
And I got a package. I have no idea what is in there but I know it is for me. Mommy claims there is a package with her name on it but that's gotta be wrong. She was even messing with it trying to peak in it, driving me nutzo. I think she was even laughing man-i-ick-ally too.
That box is up on the dryer right now. I gotta get a plan to get that box where I can reach it. 
Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have been so mean to the kitty cats. They could jump up there and knock the box to the floor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My backpack filled with goodies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754727</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 16:10:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754727</guid>
		<description>Finally! I thought this day would never get here. This was the day Mommy and Sister were going to pi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Finally! I thought this day would never get here. This was the day Mommy and Sister were going to pick up My backpack that Mommy won for Me.
And of course, they messed around prac-tick-all-lee all morning. I didn't think they would ever leave.
And of course, they had to go to every store that sells yarn while they were in the big city. They should have just gone to get my backpack! Hurry!
But anywho, you can see all the stuff I got in My backpack!. A very nice backpack, and it smells good too. A bandama. Mommy put it on Tux and he took it right off. None of us are into wearing stuff. There is a funny looking white package. Looks like socks or unnerwear. Mommy opened it and it is a very wrinkled t-shirt! It was very squished into it's package. Sister claims it, she will use it for jammies! 
But the yummy part is all of the Lickety Sticks in there. They are all chicken flavor but that is alright by me. They are sample sizes but there are, I think Mommy said 28! She takes the top off and they look like a roll-on deodorant thing. I lick the chicken yummy off the roller ball gadget. Mommy checked them out. They are pretty "healthy" ingredients and they are made in the USA. We can't have any treats made in China.
This is funny. Usually I go and sit by the pantry door after I have been outside. I sit nice and get a treat. Well, Mommy put all my backpack loot on the kitchen table so I have been sitting over there, waiting for a Lickety Stick! 
For some Dumb reason, the boys think they should get some of My treats! Humph! Well, alright, I will share, if Mommy makes me.
But they can only have 1 or 2 licks and I get a lot of licks 'cause they are mine!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I won! I won! I won!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754133</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:03:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754133</guid>
		<description>So Mommy called one of the Petcos where she shops and sure enough I won a backpack with some goodies ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy called one of the Petcos where she shops and sure enough I won a backpack with some goodies. The reason I won is 'cause Mommy was shopping for some treats for Me and made a donation to the local pet humane society. That got her name entered in the drawing. 
I won! I won! I won!
But get this, Mommy doesn't want to drive all the way up there just to get My backpack filled with treats. She and Sister can go on Friday. Sister is done with her finals and doesn't have to work that day. And she wants to buy some yarn. Yawn. Hmmm, look how close the words yarn and yawn are. And they mean the same thing! Bol.
So on Friday I will get a backpack. I might let Mommy or even Sister have that. But I get All the goodies! 
Mine! All Mine!

Oh, has anyone ever had Lickity Stiks? That's what the backpack has in it.
Here is what we think they are:
<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.petsafe.net/products/liquid-dog-treats/lickety-stik-savory-chicken">Lickity Stiks</a>
I will let you know how they are! On Friday.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am in the Loop!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754091</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 04:37:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754091</guid>
		<description>I am toadally caught in the Diary Pick loop. That's ok, I love it! Please pals, save your rosettes.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am toadally caught in the Diary Pick loop. That's ok, I love it! Please pals, save your rosettes. My page is looking great already!
We didn't even get evfurrypup thanked from yesterday!
So Thank You!

Ugh, Daddy left Real Early this morning. He has a couple of meetings in BoyZee and then he will head to visit with Brother. I couldn't even sleep 'cause Daddy was in the bedroom and bathroom bumping around and showering and stuff. I just got up and now I am waiting for breakfast. 

And Mommy told me we won something from Petco. She had turned off the phone kinda early 'cause Daddy needed to get to bed 'cause he had to get up early. Well, I already told you that. Anywho, there was a message from someone at Petco that Mommy had won a backpack. Woo Hoo! Trouble is, she has shopped at two different Petcos and she doesn't remember entering a contest at either one. Axfurrly, it may be the one the is farther away. I hope the backpack is stuffed with goodies! I can use goodies, a backpack, not so much. I will get Mommy to call when the store opens and we can find out more about it. 

I wonder how long I will be caught in the loop? 
 ¡ʇı ǝʌoן I ʇnq ʍouʞ ʇ,uop I 

Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick for me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754047</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 16:56:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/754047</guid>
		<description>Woot! I must be back in the Diary Pick loop-de-doop. And I love it.
Thank you for the rosettes and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! I must be back in the Diary Pick loop-de-doop. And I love it.
Thank you for the rosettes and nice words you Pals have sent my way!

Hey, did ya see? It's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/288090">Strider's birthday!</a>. That pack he belongs to is just about the nicest group on this Dogster place. Hope you are having a super duper day Strider!

On a mysterious note: Daddy is packing a bunch of bags. 

OK, I found out what is going down. Brother is graduating from his DLI class in Monterey, CA. Daddy is going to go for a quick visit with Brother. Mommy is staying home 'cause us dogs would have to go to the boarding place since Sister is away from home during the day. And that would be expensive, especially right before Christmas.
Brother has volunteered to do some work out there so he won't be coming home for Christmas. The he has to go to someplace in Texas for another short class, then he can come home for the month of April. That will be good! Plus, this is all top secret, so don't tell anypup. Bol!

Well, later Pals. Keep your eyes and ears open for good stuff to bark at. That's what I am gonna do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just had a walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753845</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 15:23:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753845</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! I was just messing around when all of a sudden Daddy got the leashes and we went outside. T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! I was just messing around when all of a sudden Daddy got the leashes and we went outside. Tux and Drover got leashed together. I got to walk on a leash by myself.
Good times!
We walked along the canal/river place. Lots of good smells. And of course the boys had to pee all over everything. Drover had to poop all over too.
There was a dead black thing down there. The boys really peed all over that thing. Daddy said it was a plastic tarp. Sure smelled like all of creation had been peeing on it.
We got followed by a big 'ol hawk. I just looked up there and told that hawk to fly along. Nothin to see here, don't bother us.
Drover stepped on a sticker. Daddy pulled that out. Drover got some little sticker things stuck on his tummy hair. Daddy got those out when we got home. 
I was a perfect walking companion of course.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's that time of year</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753827</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 13:42:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Around here we have had a little bit of snow but it's mostly all gone from My yard. The grass is all ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Around here we have had a little bit of snow but it's mostly all gone from My yard. The grass is all dry and brown.
But it feels so good to go outside and roll in the grass. Wriggle and squirm. Kick your legs up. Oh so good to be a dog!
And then we all go wait at the back door. Mommy will let us in and we can have cookies.
But when she starts to open the door for us she gaspeses! 
We are covered with dry grass and leaveses and stuff! 
There we are, all cute and adorable. Well, I am cute and adorable. The boys just look messy. She steps out and tries to pet and pick the stuff offa us. Or else she gets some off but not all of it comes off. We can rub the rest off on the carpet or furniture. Then she can vacuum the pieces right up. No problem!

It's good to be a dog!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Play with me Tux!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753649</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 11:15:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753649</guid>
		<description>So we always get up at early o'clock to have breakfast. Then we go out and do the morning rounds. Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So we always get up at early o'clock to have breakfast. Then we go out and do the morning rounds. Then we come in a usually take naps. 
That's what I did this morning. But purty soon I wanted to play.
The other pets were all cuddled around the wood stove sawing logs. Bol! Get it? They were around the Wood stove sawing Logs!
Bol! I crack myself up sumtimes.
Anywho. I got boreded. I wanted to play. I went over to My toy basket and grabbed a good 'ol stuffless toy. I love those things. They fwap and fwap when I shake 'em real good. But I wanted to play tug-o-war with Tux. Me and him play tug-o-war a lot and that is how a lot of my toys end up going to the toy hospital for surgery. :-/
But Tux was snoozing in front of the wood stove. He wouldn't wake up to play with me.
I started whining right at him. I had the stuffless toy in my mouth and I was whining in his face. Whine, get closer, whine some more.
I am not very subtle, huh?
He took the hint and got up and grabbed the other end of the stuffless toy.
Then it was game on. 

He is usually good to go unless he is playing fetch outside. Then I might as well find sumfin else to do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Meatz&amp;trade; are back!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753365</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 16:38:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753365</guid>
		<description>Check out the gift shop Pups! 
Steak is back on the menu!

HQ axfurlly heard our barking! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Check out the gift shop Pups! 
Steak is back on the menu!

HQ axfurlly heard our barking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am a Diary Pick today!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753353</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Dec 2011 14:06:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753353</guid>
		<description>'Bout time! I haven't had the honor since way back the beginning of November, 1974. Bol!
It is grea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Bout time! I haven't had the honor since way back the beginning of November, 1974. Bol!
It is great to be in the spotlight. Thank you Pals for the festive decorations you put on my page. And Cooper and the gang made my great picture. And the Big Dog Demon Flash Bandit gave me and the Queen of England a shout out in his diary today!
Wait a minute, gotta go bark at Sister. What is she doing home so early? Gotta give her whatfor!

Oh, hold the presses. Mommy just got a text message from Brother. 
"Hey guys, I passed." Woo Hoo for Brother! Thanks Pals for your prayers and good thoughts for him!

Back to Me. Yes, I have a Diary Pick today. No horses to bark at today though. There were about 6 that went past my place yesterday but we are thinking the peepoles put them in a small pasture, at least for now. No cows or horses seem to be out wandering around today. So I have to bark at cars and trucks and a trash truck that just went passed. And I am sorry about prolly getting the words passed and past mixed up. I need a lesson on when to use those words. I doubt if English major Sister would help me though. 

Bark at ya later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Horses are out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753053</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 16:22:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/753053</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! What a great day around here! The neighbor's horses were out, purty much all day! They were ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! What a great day around here! The neighbor's horses were out, purty much all day! They were out in the wheat real early this morning. Barked at them then.
They moseyed around 'til they were passing in front of my place. Barked at them then.
They went Way over there to where some other horses live. I kept barking even though I really couldn't see the horses way over there.
They wandered back by my place and out into the wheat field again. Barked at them again.
Then a couple of women came along to try to put them back in the pasture. Barked at the women. One of them couldn't get the gate open. The gate that was floppy all summer that Daddy fixed after he got home. That gate she couldn't open. The women walked the horses way down to another pasture behind the neighbor's house. But that was only six of the horses. The others must have wandered back to where there Is No fence anymore and put themselves back in.
Don't get upset with us 'cause we didn't do anything but close our gate. That particular neighbor is Terrible about fixing fences. Everyone around here is just used to his animals being out.
Gotta go now, Daddy is home. I gotta tell him about all the barking I got to do today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lilac leaf poop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752987</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Dec 2011 07:52:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752987</guid>
		<description>Me, Drover and Tux are good at tricking Mommy. Lemme 'splain.

Our yard has some lilac bushes. The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me, Drover and Tux are good at tricking Mommy. Lemme 'splain.

Our yard has some lilac bushes. There's a lot over there along the fence and then there is a bigger one over there. The bigger one makes some nice dog-sized shade in the summer plus it's closer to the back door so we don't miss it if Mommy calls to us. 
So what does that have to do with our poop? Well, even though the peepoles raked and picked up the leaves when they turned brown and fell offa the bushes some of the leaves are still out there. All dried up and brown. The wind has blown them around and now they are just laying out there in the brown grass.
Just like our brown poop lays out there in the brown grass. Are ya making the connection here?
Mommy scoops our poop several times a day. It's one of her favorite jobs around here. Every time she scoops she sees some of the brown lilac leaves and thinks they are poop. She wanders around the yard with the pooper scooper. I can hear her talking to herself. "Poop? No, that's a leaf". "That's a leaf. No, that's some poop". Sometimes she even starts to scoop the leaves up before she can tell what it is.

We like to make Mommy crazy. Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>blah</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752665</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Dec 2011 09:53:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It is boring here at My place. Yesterday we hardly played outside 'cause it was cold and windy. Toda ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is boring here at My place. Yesterday we hardly played outside 'cause it was cold and windy. Today is all gray and cold. There is toadally no trucks or dogs or nuthin going past My place to bark at. I have to get on Mommy's chair, look out the big window and watch for sumfin Way Over There to bark at. A car or a truck. Anything. Throw me a bone here peepoles.
And when I do finally see sumfin to bark at, of course, I get hollered at. Yikes, it's like a library or sumfin around here. So quiet.
I am just trying to liven up this place.
Oh yeah, the neighbor lady stopped by with a tall snowman for us. He is made of big cans and his arms are springy. I am not sure what I think about him just yet. At least I got to bark at the neighbor for a bit.
Well, back to the window. boring]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where's the meat?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752392</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Dec 2011 10:29:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752392</guid>
		<description>My little haiku for the cause. 

Giving gifts is fun
We use lots of our zealies
Dogster, we need ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My little haiku for the cause. 

Giving gifts is fun
We use lots of our zealies
Dogster, we need Meatz&trade;]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Need More</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752368</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Dec 2011 07:51:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>We need to keep up the prayers and good thoughts for Brother. We found out last night that even thou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We need to keep up the prayers and good thoughts for Brother. We found out last night that even though that was a Big test he took the other day, there's more to come!
So he has more tests on Monday or Tuesday next week. Then for reals he is over with the tests.

We sure would like it if you could send some of the PoP for Brother next week!
Thanks Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not much info yet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752202</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Dec 2011 07:46:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/752202</guid>
		<description>Thank you Pals for praying and sending good thoughts to my HuBro.
We got a quick email from him say ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you Pals for praying and sending good thoughts to my HuBro.
We got a quick email from him saying he thought he did pretty well on the test. He won't know his scores 'til next week.
And he got his next base assignment in the system yesterday, which is what he needs to get the ball rolling for outprocessing to move to the next class he needs. And that is good thing. To quote Brother: Basically it lessens my chances of becoming a DLI horror story. Bol

I will keep you up to date when I get more info.

Thanks Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My HuBro</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751866</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Nov 2011 08:19:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Some of you know about my HuBro but let me refresh you, or &quot;introduce&quot; you about him.
First off, he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some of you know about my HuBro but let me refresh you, or "introduce" you about him.
First off, he was toadally home schooled. Personal choices for our family. Nothing against public school. Mommy used to be a teacher back in the stone ages.
Anywho, Brother is in the Air Force. Did very well on the ASVAB which is a test peepoles take before they enter a branch of service. He graduated basic training as a top student. 
Off to Monterey, CA to the Defense Language Institute to learn Arabic. It is an intensive course: it's about 5-6 years of straight college-level language training compressed to 60+ weeks. He has done very well. Not a top student but a good student and he hasn't been "rolled back" to repeat anything.
He is almost done. His final test is tomorrow. He is nervous.
This is where you could help if you would.
Could you send good thoughts and prayers his way? You know, so he will be calm and remember stuff he needs to remember.
That would be so great if you would think of him. His name is Joel and for some reason my typist is getting leaky eyes right now. I think she is just really proud of him. He is a real good brother.
Thanks Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>'Member Nick? He made it back home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751802</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 20:41:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751802</guid>
		<description>Do you pups 'member I barked about Nick? He is Sister's Boss's little terrior pup.
'Member how he w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you pups 'member I barked about Nick? He is Sister's Boss's little terrior pup.
'Member how he was going flying on a plane and they couldn't get him to relax and be quiet for the flight? 
I barked in my diary back on Nov. 16th about that. He made it. He whimpered some and then got quiet. The vet gave the boss lady a shot "to go" for Nick on the way home flight.
And he made it back home. While he was on the vacay in the Cauliflouria place he got to go to a doggie beach. He had a lot of fun there playing with other pups.
And he went to a wedding and there was another pup there. They had fun playing. In fact most of the peepoles were watching Nick and the other pup like they would watch a tennis match. Back and forth they did run!
The boss lady felt sad 'cause he had so much fun playing with other pups and now he has to come home to the same old boring-ness.
Wonder if Nick will get a furbro or sis soon to play with!
Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas in November</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751518</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 13:19:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751518</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! I got a package yesterday. Jelly sent me a package to make sure I got it in time for Christ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! I got a package yesterday. Jelly sent me a package to make sure I got it in time for Christmas. It got here in plenty of time!
Finally got to have the photo shoot of the goodies. Hopefully the pictures will load sometime.
Anywho, Jelly sent me some of the yummiest duck cookies. They are made up there in Canada. Then she sent me some bling for my collar. And she sent a little snowman guy. He's fun. And there is a penguin that makes a noise that only dogs can hear. Mommy wonders if it really makes any noise at all. Bol!
Um, and Jelly barked to me that her Mommy got mixed up and put some other things in the box. There are some towels. Those are for Mommy to use. And some little mice! Those are cat toys! I bet I can grab them in my mouth and just hold them. That's what I like to do with the other cat toys around here.
But Thank You to Jelly and Jelly's Mommy for thinking of little me. I do love to get packages filled with goodies!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That was a mean trick Sister!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751352</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 09:35:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I was just hanging out. 
Mommy took some clean clothes outta the dryer and wanted me to come bac ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I was just hanging out. 
Mommy took some clean clothes outta the dryer and wanted me to come back to the bedroom to help with the folding and putting away. Ok, what would she do without me. But soon I went back to the living room to look out the window. I had a feeling sumfin was up.
Sure enough. Peepoles and a little dog were jogging right past my place!
BARKBARKBARKBARK!
Sister got involved then and tried to get me to stop barking. 
Oh sure, like that will work.
Then she told me to look at the kitchen table.
"Look at all the toys and stuff up there, Zoe!"
Huh? What's that? Toys and stuff on My table? That has to mean it is stuff for Me!
I quit barking at the joggers and went over to try to find out what was up there. Of course, I am too little to be able to see up there. Sister wouldn't help me up on the table either.
Mommy came out and told me the goodies Are Not for me. But they are for some of my Pals. 
That was a mean trick for Sister to pull. But maybe, just maybe, I can try to check out the goodies before Mommy packs them to mail off.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I hear and do</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751096</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 15:47:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Sister and Mommy were just sitting around talking. Yawn. Sumfin about yarn I think. 
They though ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Sister and Mommy were just sitting around talking. Yawn. Sumfin about yarn I think. 
They thought I was snoozing. But when Mommy said sumfin about *barking up the wrong tree* I was all over it. 
I hear the word Bark and I go on alert! I jumped into Mommy's lap so I could see out the big window.
They started laughing at me and told me to relax.

Does anypup know what b-a-r-k spells?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Don't Love Liver</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751054</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 11:13:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy pulled out some of the guts from the turdkey she is cooking. Put the guts in a little pan a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy pulled out some of the guts from the turdkey she is cooking. Put the guts in a little pan and cooked them for us. Let them cool in a little dish. Cut up a small little gut. Gave a piece to Me and Tux. Took a piece over to Drover in the living room. 
I don't love liver.
I left my liver laying on the floor.
I let Tux eat my liver. :-/



On a side note. We have a strange tradition at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Those are the only times Mommy ever makes smashed taters. 
Our tradition is that she Always boils the pot over. Hot potato water goes all over the stove top.
She told me it was a tradition.
Weird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanksgiving Haiku</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751040</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 10:31:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/751040</guid>
		<description>Toys, treats, Dogster Pals,
Family I'm thankful for.
Barking is good too.



Happy Thanksgivin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Toys, treats, Dogster Pals,
Family I'm thankful for.
Barking is good too.



Happy Thanksgiving to all of you pups and your families.
We are so glad to call you Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't let your folks read this entry</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750784</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 05:39:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy read this on a Wellness pet food blog. Don't let your folks read it. Really, we Do want all of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy read this on a Wellness pet food blog. Don't let your folks read it. Really, we Do want all of you pups to have a safe Thanksgiving.


Here are 10 things to consider to keep your pet healthy and happy on Thanksgiving.

    Many of the traditional foods contain large amounts of fat which should be avoided. Gravy, turkey skin, the drippings from the turkey pan and other foods should be avoided. Excess fat can create problems with the pancreas and further aggravate an already overweight animal.
    Pancreatitis is a very painful condition most commonly brought on by an excessively large meal or a meal with increased amounts of fat (there are other causes, but during the holiday season this is the most common cause). It stimulates the pancreas to produce large amounts of the enzymes needed to digest the nutrients. If there are increased amounts in the pancreas, sometimes these enzymes can’t get out of the pancreas fast enough and begin to actually break down the wall of the ducts and leak into the abdomen. This can cause vomiting diarrhea, restlessness, weakness, discomfort and can even be life threatening.
    Bones should be avoided at all cost, especially the bones of birds as they are hollow and can break into very sharp pieces which will wreak havoc with the digestive tract.
    Chocolate, especially dark chocolate should be avoided as there is a toxin, theobromine in all chocolate.
    When it comes to our beloved family pets, the key word is moderation. Be careful that everyone is not slipping the pets a few tidbits from the table. Set the rules early on for who feeds the pets and when.
    Watch out for dropped food, especially by our younger family members.
    Make sure all garbage is secure and not left to tempt a pet when we aren’t looking. Cats and even some dogs can easily get on counter tops when we are enjoying our meal in another room.
    Pets are also attracted to aluminum foil, wax paper and plastic wrap that has been used to cover foods. These items can cause digestive issues and even obstruction.
    Some pets become nervous with all the excitement and may need a quiet refuge away from all the noise and excitement.
    If you have a large family and there will be lots of doors to the outside opened and closed, be careful that there are no escapes into the wild that could ruin the day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A funny story</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750712</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 18:11:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I Did Not think this up. In fact I copied it from a Dogster group I am in.
But it is still funny.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I Did Not think this up. In fact I copied it from a Dogster group I am in.
But it is still funny.

Your Dog's Barking

Bernard, who is noted for his gracious manners, was awakened one morning at four forty four a.m. by his ringing telephone...
"Your dog's barking, and it's keeping me awake," said an angry voice.
Bernard thanked the caller and politely asked his name and number before hanging up.
The next morning at precisely four forty four a.m., Bernard called his neighbor back ...
"Good morning, Mr. Williams.... Just called to say that I don't *have* a dog."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>'Member the other day?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750652</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 12:28:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750652</guid>
		<description>'Member the other day when I posted this picture?
Me, long beard
I had some comments that I was lo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member the other day when I posted this picture?
<a id="img6966950308"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/samelliedogs005.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6966950308');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/samelliedogs005.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Me, long beard</a>
I had some comments that I was looking mighty snarky there.
Plus Mommy doesn't like my beard hair so long.

She cut it off. And floofed it up to take this picture:
<a id="img2278736132"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/zoeweirdbeard001.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2278736132');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/zoeweirdbeard001.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Me, short beard and messy</a>

So if you come to my house, don't look for me like the first picture shows. I don't look like that anymore. Look for me like the second picture shows. I look like that now.
I don't mind though.
It gets me more treats 'cause they think I am cuter. If that is even possible.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>News of the day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750602</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Nov 2011 04:49:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750602</guid>
		<description>You may not believe this. But then again, if you read it here, you know it's gotta be true.


It' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You may not believe this. But then again, if you read it here, you know it's gotta be true.


<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039">It's Zaidie's birthday!</a>


Happy Birthday you Little White Dog, you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Death by boredom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750450</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 07:33:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750450</guid>
		<description>I am just kiddin. I am alive and well. It's just gonna be boring-er around here now.

But first I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am just kiddin. I am alive and well. It's just gonna be boring-er around here now.

But first I gotta bark out a Great Big Happy Birthday to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a>. The Big Dog is 7 years old today. Hope you get tons of burgers today!
And let's help <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1166394">Sophie</a> celebrate her Gotcha Day today. She has been with her folks and the lads and wee lass for one year. Cool!

Now let me 'splain the boring-ness.
Daddy had to go back to work today. No more hanging out with him. No more snuggling under a cover on his recliner chair, that I gave him. No more play time with Daddy. *sigh*
I am home with the kitty cats, Drover, Tux and Mommy. All there is to do is bark at stuff out the window. And get told to *stop*.
And what do I have to look forward to? Well, let's see. Mommy is doing some laundry. Then she is gonna wash a few dishes. Then she is gonna leave me in charge while she goes to town. Oh yippee, and this afternoon, I can watch her crochet.
Yawn. This is toadally pathetic.
Oh wait, there is a car to bark at. It's way over there across the big field. 
I'll get back with ya later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's so hard to be good</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750298</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Nov 2011 09:27:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750298</guid>
		<description>I just love having famous pals. Get this: Anya has a diary pick. Scooter is Diary Pick of the Day. A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just love having famous pals. Get this: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1117625">Anya</a> has a diary pick. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1137956">Scooter</a> is Diary Pick of the Day. And my used-to-be neighbor <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/326572">Chester</a> is Dog of the Day!
Congrats to all of you Pups!

Now on to more serious stuff.
In case you don't know, I like to bark. I bark a lot. I am head of security around my place and take the job serious. If I am outside, I bark and I don't usually get hollered at to stop. But when I am doing my job inside, sometimes the peepoles get upset with me barking. Trying to work here. But they just don't get it.
I can get on Mommy's chair and bark out the big window. I can get on the end of the loveseat and bark out the big window.
Then someone tells me to *stop*. Doesn't usually work too good. They tell me again. Sometimes they even threaten to shoot me. With the water bottle.
Ok, ok. But when I do Try to stop, it is so hard! The barks are in there. The barks want out. It's like when you really gotta go tinkle. I mean really gotta go. Sometimes the tinkle might come out. On accident.
That's how my barks are. As much as I try to be a good girl and hold in those barks, it is just too hard. I whimper. My eyes cross. The barks come blasting out.
I don't think it is even healthy to be a *good girl*. 
Much easier to be a *bad dog*. 
Are ya with me on this?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't drag me Drover</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750176</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:16:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/750176</guid>
		<description>So we all got to go on a walk the other day. Daddy had Tux on a leash and Mommy had Me and Drover on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So we all got to go on a walk the other day. Daddy had Tux on a leash and Mommy had Me and Drover on a tandem leash thing. Drover is bigger and he pulled me over to every single bush and weed and rock and blade of grass that he peed on. 
He peed A Lot!
We walked along the ditch place and then turned around to come home. Same deal, Drover peeing on everything he could find. I couldn't even enjoy the walk for being dragged all over creation.
We were just about home, just about to make one of the last two turns when he pulled us over to a cockleburr plant.
Like this one.
<a id="img9100118958"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/velcroplant.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img9100118958');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/velcroplant.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">A cockleburr plant</a>
But 'cept right now they look like this
<a id="img5781340863"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/cockleburr.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5781340863');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/cockleburr.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Nasty little burrs</a>
They are also known as a velcro plant, for good reason.
Now you may be thinking I got covered with those brown burrs. But this time, I dodged the bullet. But not Mr. Drover. Heehee
He got his whole side covered with them. Mommy tried to pull some of them off while we were on the way home. But they are stickery and pokey and it hurt her fingers.
Drover had to be brushed when we got home. He didn't much like that, it must have pulled his hair. Mommy almost was gonna cut them out but Daddy was able to brush them out.
I am just glad I didn't get covered up with those evil burrs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bedtime Bath Blues</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749914</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 05:45:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749914</guid>
		<description>Or what to do to get your pawrents Really mad at you.

Here's the background. 
Sometimes I like t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Or what to do to get your pawrents Really mad at you.

Here's the background. 
Sometimes I like to run downstairs. Check stuff out, ya know. Now Mommy didn't know fur sure what I was doing down there. But I'm cool, just checking for Notme or if the kitty cats have barfied or sumfin. Just helping take care of the place.

Until last night. I ran down there. Came back up. Mommy was getting ready for bed. Jumped up in the big bed. That's when she saw IT. On Me. She hollered for Daddy to brush the kitty poop outta my beard. 
Oops.

I knew I was in truble. I went all cute and sheepish. Put my ears back. Kinda slunk around.

The cute didn't work. They were mad at me. Daddy brushed the stuff out and told Mommy I needed a bath. He didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Me being a little stinker.

Mommy and I went in the bathroom and then into the shower. I didn't get a whole body wash, just my front and she really sudsed me up and scrubbed on my facial hair.
I got out and she gave me a sniff test to make sure the stinkiness had gone down the drain.
Then, since I like to rub on the bed when I am wet, I got kicked outta the bedroom. She even closed the door on me.
Not to worry though. I got back in when I started scratching on the door and Daddy wasn't paying any attention to what I was doing. Mommy let me in and I crawled under the covers.
Now the baby gate is back up at the top of the stairs. I don't think I will be snatching anymore kitty cat almond roca anytime soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749604</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 09:41:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749604</guid>
		<description>Today my Daddy is like, hunnerd and fifty-six or sumfin.
Usually on the peepoles birthdays, they ge ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today my Daddy is like, hunnerd and fifty-six or sumfin.
Usually on the peepoles birthdays, they get pressies setting on the kitchen table. There was nuthin for Daddy this morning.
Poor Daddy.
But you see, his pressie was an old un-running tractor! And he is all happy 'bout it too! Weird huh? Since he hauled it home last week, he has been tinkering on it. He is as happy as a, well, a Daddy who gets a kick outta tinkering on old tractors.
Anywho, they are getting ready to go pick up Sister and have birthday lunch together.
I hope they bring me a tidbit of lunch. And I am hoping for some cake and ice cream later today.

Oh, and in case you are wondering if Sister gave him pocket lint, the answer is no. She axfurly gave him an album download thing. I mean, she spent Money!
Shocking, ain't it?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Us Terriors!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749556</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Nov 2011 04:56:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749556</guid>
		<description>I think I have barked about my Sister's boss lady. She adopted a little terrior mix guy a couple of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think I have barked about my Sister's boss lady. She adopted a little terrior mix guy a couple of months ago. Sister was getting to walk him around and play with him 'cause the boss lady was bringing him to work.
Well, Sister has been telling us about Nick. The boss lady is taking him on a plane tomorrow. He needs to be quiet in his little carry crate. 
He won't be quiet.
The boss lady got some stuff from the vet to help him be calm and quiet. 
Didn't work.
Got a higher dose.
Didn't work.
The vet gave the boss lady some peepole Valium stuff.
Didn't work.

Bol!

The boss lady is gonna have the vet give Nick a shot right before it's time to go on the plane. She doesn't know what to do when it's time to come home.

Go Nick, Go!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tux was out!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749374</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 09:17:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749374</guid>
		<description>So there we were, messing around outside in the windy windiness. Tux had a brand new tennis ball he  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So there we were, messing around outside in the windy windiness. Tux had a brand new tennis ball he was fetching for Mommy. Maybe since it was new it had extra bounciness. Or maybe the wind made it bounce. But whatever, it went over the fence into the neighbor's place.
Tux ran over to the gate that opens into the front yard. We never go out that way. But Mommy opened it and Tux and her went out. Tux sniffed the shrubs and then ran over to look for his tennis ball. Me and Drover were at our fence barking at him. He shouldn't have been over there! We never get to go in the front yard or over there. He didn't belong over there.
He just ignored us.
He finally found his ball and Mommy called for him to come back. He came back.
We were all over him like flies on stink. Me and Drover gave him whatfor. We let him know he shouldn't have gone out there, even if Mommy told him it was all right.
Mommy told Me and Drover it Was all right. 
I still say is was not right. It was wrong.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm All Right!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749256</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 14:14:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/749256</guid>
		<description>I survived! 
Surprise attack this afternoon. Mommy grabbed me, put the leash on Drover and off we w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I survived! 
Surprise attack this afternoon. Mommy grabbed me, put the leash on Drover and off we went to the groomer/torturer.
I got thrown onto the torture table first thing. Mommy left me there, trembling.
Finally, after hours and hours of torture, it was Drover's turn. Both of us were caged like common criminals.

Then finally, Mommy showed up and off we went.

I am safe at home now. Gotta watch out 'cause it Real Windy out there right now. I might wind up blown against the fence like a bunch of leaves are right now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Check out Inkspot's page</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/748766</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 16:56:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/748766</guid>
		<description>Hey Pups, some of you prolly never hang out over on Catster. But Inkspot, AKA Puffy wants you to tak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pups, some of you prolly never hang out over on Catster. But Inkspot, AKA Puffy wants you to take a look at what he caught today. And he meowed a diary, sorry, journal entry about it.

<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.catster.com/cats/309868">Inkspot's page</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Being Sneaky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/748592</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 14:33:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/748592</guid>
		<description>I have been meaning to bark to you about what I get to do with Daddy. Well, I used to get to Some of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been meaning to bark to you about what I get to do with Daddy. Well, I used to get to Some of the following with Daddy. Now I only get to do Some of it.

Since I am my Daddy's girl and I listen and be more 'bedient with him (than with Mommy) I get to go out of the yard with Daddy when he is puttering around the place. Oh, and in case you are wondering, Daddy had a lot of time off after he got back from Eye-Rack, that's why he has time to putter and do Mommy's honey-do chores around here. I think he goes back to work in a week or year or sumfin. I think I should get to go to work with him. That would be fun. In case you are wondering what Daddy's job is, I will have to ask him. But don't worry, he won't have to go back to the Eye-Rack or even the Afghan Stand.
Anywhos, I get to go outside the wire (fence) with Daddy. I trot right along snooping and sniffing. That Puffy Inkspot cat lets me sniff his tushie. And of course, the really fun part is when I go into the garage and get kitty cat food for a big snack. That stuff is really tasty. Daddy would let me go get a snack every time we would go outside the wire. I would go over there to the bowl and graze until Daddy would tell me to come on. Then I would come on.
Notice how I just changed from like I get to get the kitty food to like I Used to get the kitty food? Lemme tell you what happened.
Me and Daddy got busted. 
Mommy was scooping poop in the yard once when Daddy called me to come out of the garage. Something like, "ok, Zoe, that's enough for now." 
She asked what was going on and Daddy 'splained how I would go in for a snack. And I got a snack every time I went out there. I was getting to go out there a lot.
Mommy told Daddy I didn't need to be eating All that cat food. She said she would cut back on my doggie cookies or I would get Fat. And I didn't need to be eating cat food anyways.
Wow, when I heard that part about cutting back on my doggie cookies, I am willing to deal. I am good with cutting back on the kitty cat food. Don't want to lose out on Any doggie cookies!
So I have given up the habit, well, almost. I do still get some cat food, just not the tremendous mouthfuls I was nabbing before.

Have you pups ever been busted?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't let this happen to you</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747735</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Nov 2011 03:41:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747735</guid>
		<description>I found this sumplace, it didn't come outta my little head. 
Don't let this happen to you.

How t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I found this sumplace, it didn't come outta my little head. 
Don't let this happen to you.

How to Tell the Weather

To tell the weather, go to your back door and look for the dog.
If the dog is at the door and he is wet, it's probably raining.
 
But if the dog is standing there really soaking wet, it is probably raining really hard.

If the dog's fur looks like it's been rubbed the wrong way, it's probably windy.

If the dog has snow on his back, it's probably snowing.

Of course, to be able to tell the weather like this, you have to leave the dog outside all the time, especially if you expect bad weather.
Sincerely,
The CAT]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy is a Meatz&amp;trade; Man!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747469</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Nov 2011 10:09:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747469</guid>
		<description>Ya'll come! Daddy brought home the Meatz&amp;trade;!
He carried a giant box downstairs and set it on th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ya'll come! Daddy brought home the Meatz&trade;!
He carried a giant box downstairs and set it on the floor. Mommy opened up the big cold box thing and I checked out everything she took outta the box. She read me the labels on everything. 
Let's see, we can feast on:
ground beef, rump roasts, Sirloin steaks, spareribs, pork chops, a lot of chicken and Fizzy! There is a big chuck of cheese! Oh yeah, and the market gave her a turkey. Who wants dibsies on the drumsticks?

Come on over Pups. Daddy brought home the Meatz&trade; just for us!
Time to pawty!

Now I must bark that this will in no way be anywheres the kind of Meatzpooluza that Zaidie had at the end of the summer. But it should tide us over until the end of the year.
Come on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Helping Daddy. Don't let Mommy see</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747141</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 08:45:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747141</guid>
		<description>It was real windy the past couple of days at my place. Usually the wind blows from that way to the o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was real windy the past couple of days at my place. Usually the wind blows from that way to the other way. But this time the wind blew from the other way to that way.
Giant tumbleweeds from along the fence line across the road blew against our pole fence out by the road. The pole fence Daddy built years ago to keep the neighbor's cows and horses outta our front yard.
Anywho, Mommy asked Daddy to go get the big tumbleweeds offa the pole fence. Some pup has kinda been barking at them 'cause they don't belong there.
I am Daddy's girl and his helper too. Don't tell Mommy, but I got to go out there to help Daddy get those weeds. It is along the road! Don't worry Pals, Daddy checked before I got to go along. Most times our road is not busy at all. It was one of those not busy times and I trotted right along with Daddy.

I am a good helper and just don't let Mommy see when I am out by the road.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And other good stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747135</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 08:00:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747135</guid>
		<description>Yikes, my typist is getting older and forgetfuler by the minute.

I told her to type about Strider ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yikes, my typist is getting older and forgetfuler by the minute.

I told her to type about <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/288090">Strider</a> being better! He is not 100% but Much better than he was over the weekend. 
And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/288056">Cooper</a> is Dog of the Day!
And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1181717/">Chance</a> has a Diary Pick!


I just love having famous pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Post Howl-o-ween haunting?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747133</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Nov 2011 07:50:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747133</guid>
		<description>Banging and clanking. Strange whistling. Sounds of something being sawed! Stay outta the big bedroom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Banging and clanking. Strange whistling. Sounds of something being sawed! Stay outta the big bedroom! 
Is it an after Howl-o-ween haunting? Did ghosts move in?
Do I have you skeered?


Bol! It's Daddy working again in the bathroom. He is taking out the old door and gonna put in a new door. Then he has to put in that base board stuff along the floor in the bathroom.

Time to find a safe place and stay outta his way!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The sad story of why I will never get Yummy Meat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747015</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Nov 2011 15:48:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/747015</guid>
		<description>Remember the friendly Yummy Meat man that stops by my place every so often? Remember that Mommy Alwa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Remember the friendly Yummy Meat man that stops by my place every so often? Remember that Mommy Always tells him we aren't interested and for him to stop stopping at our place? Remember he never gives up and does stop? Remember last time when Daddy went out and told him to stop stopping at our place?
Mommy used the google and found out some place called the BBB has lots of complaints about Yummy Meat. 
What!? It's Meat peepoles! What is to complain about!
Here is a little bit of the article dated Oct. 18, 2011. 

And I quote:
The Better Business Bureau serving Snake River Region has noticed a pattern of complaints filed against Yummy Meats, which has regional sales representatives.

Consumers claim the meat is of poor quality and the company fails to respond to refund requests, when consumers contact Yummy Meats. In addition, they are unable to leave a message as the “mailbox is full.” According to complaints, customers paid from $189 to $700 for various kinds of beef, poultry and/or fish. Consumers have described the products as being, “inedible,” “tough” and “tasteless.” Some complainants have also purchased the meat and were shorted products. The consumers were told they would receive the missing products, but have not and are unable to get a response from the company.

One consumer allegedly was asked to leave blank the check’s “Pay to” section, and her check was cashed promptly at a check-cashing outlet. This prohibits the customer from putting a stop on the check.

The BBB has processed 37 complaints about this company in the last three years. The company has an “F” rating with the BBB due to its failure to respond to 12 complaints. Many of the complaints have come from the Treasure Valley and more recently in Idaho Falls and Pocatello. Other complaints come from out of state. 

Unquote.
And so, I don't see the problem with getting meat from Yummy Meat. How "inedible", "tough" and "tasteless" could it be? It's Meat! Suck it up peepoles. Buy it and eat it. They prolly are trying to cook it and eat it that way.
I am sure it would be very yummy eaten raw!

But that is why I will never get any Yummy Meat and one or both of my pawrents will prolly land in jail when they start shooting at the Yummy Meat man the next time he pulls into the driveway. Just kiddin' 'bout that.

But! And this is a good but! Mommy ordered a ton of Meatz&trade; from our local grocery store. They will call us when it is ready to pick up!
Get ready for a Meatz&trade; pawty at my place!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strider needs our prayers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746881</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Oct 2011 18:06:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746881</guid>
		<description>Pups, Strider is in the doggie hospital right now. He is a sick guy. You can read about it in his di ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/288090">Strider</a> is in the doggie hospital right now. He is a sick guy. You can read about it in his diary.
He sure could use lots of prayers and Power of the Paw right now. Remember his Mom too, she is beside herself with worry.


Sending our prayers to Strider and the pack.
We love you all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It ain't over 'til the fat lady showers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746547</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 16:00:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746547</guid>
		<description>Is the bathroom makeover done? It just might be. Mommy used the shower yesterday and declared it won ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Is the bathroom makeover done? It just might be. Mommy used the shower yesterday and declared it wonderful. The floor is done. The indoor potty spot is usable. The new cabinet and sink are in and not leaking. The walls got painted. 
Oh wait, it's not over. The other day when Mommy and Daddy took back the bad, broken, cheepo faucet, they got a new door for the bathroom and the baseboard stuff for around the bottom of the walls. Mommy's job is to stain that and then Daddy can make more big messes putting that stuff in.
They should just hire little men to come in and do all these home improvements. Then I could have strangers to bark at!

I got a lot of inneresting comments on my diary entry about DIY. Some of your folks learned their lessons and Do have little men come in to do the work. Or just leave it. Who cares if the sink is chipped and the shower is stained with mineral deposits and stuff? Deal with it peepoles. It's just gonna get messed up again. 
Am I right or am I right? That money they spent on all the new stuff coulda bought me a Ton of toys and treats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bulls, Barking and Bathrooms</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746239</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 16:05:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746239</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! Good morning at my place this morning! 
The neighbors have some cows over there. All summe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! Good morning at my place this morning! 
The neighbors have some cows over there. All summer long part of the fence has been broken. No one bothers to fix it. Two little red bull (serious) calves have gotten out all summer long. They mosey around eating grass and stuff along the road. They have grown up until they are nearly as big as the momma cows. But they still know how to get out of the broken fence place. They always put themselves back in too. All summer long, every now and then, they would find their way into our front yard. Mommy would go shoo them out and close our gate.
That what happened this morning. Mommy came out to let out the chickens and scoop our poop and the 2 little red bulls were in our front yard. Eating our lawn grass and some bushes we have along the fence out there. Mommy started hollering at them. She used some more of those little words and I'm not barking I Love You kinda words. Us dogs were a barking away. Mommy went into the front yard and made the little red bulls leave our yard. She closed our gate. They moseyed along and put themselves back into their pasture. I've mentioned this before, but for you newcomers or city pups who don't know cows, they poop while they are moseying. Loose, runny, hard to scoop up poop. That is what makes Mommy the maddest. Cleaning up our yard from the neighbor's cows. 
I heard Mommy tell Daddy she would like to shoot those little bulls right in their ba---. 
Daddy has already fixed one gate that was hanging by a length of bailing twine. He is about ready to go fix the fence where the little red bulls get out. 
Whatever, it sure felt good to play cow dog and bark at those naughty calves!
You might be wondering why Daddy didn't come out to help us shoo away the calves. He was inside with his head in the new bathroom vanity. He was hooking up the water. Yea! And then he found out the hot and cold were switched. That wasn't something that Daddy did, the pipes came outta the wall that way and Daddy didn't know until he hooked up the water pipes. When he went to unhook and switch them to make it right, the faucet started leaking. Poor Daddy.
So he called the store. It was a cheepo faucet and they didn't carry repair parts and bring it back for a refund. So off to the big city went Mommy and Daddy. Days later they got back. They went to some other stores but didn't bring anything interesting for me. 
So you see, my life is filled with barking, bulls, bathrooms and sometimes boring thrown into the mix.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beware of DIY pawrents</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746139</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 05:40:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/746139</guid>
		<description>I have been laying low around here. Gotta stay safe.
Do you have pawrents that DIY? Do It Yourself. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been laying low around here. Gotta stay safe.
Do you have pawrents that DIY? Do It Yourself. That is Daddy's motto.
They are still working on their bathroom. It is just about done, should be done today. But let me bark at you, I try to stay outta their way if I know what is good for me.
Most of the stuff from the bathroom was or is sitting in their/my bedroom including the toilet! Don't run into that getting in or outta bed! They took the sink and cabinet thing out. The old shower doors came out. Stay outta the way or I'll be smushed. They can't see a little pup very good carrying big junk like that.
Then Daddy worked on the floor. Took years. I especially had to stay away from there when he was smearing sticky stuff all over the floor. Yuck. Then they carried a big new vanity thing and sink in there. That thing went in, got moved, put back, sink on, sink off. Hundreds of times. Oh yeah, and Daddy was attaching some pipe thing on the bottom of the sink for the drain thing. Had to tighten it with extra tightness. Man tight. Broke it. I could tell both Mommy and Daddy were upset about that. That day, Daddy had to go to the plumbing store. A lot of times.
They finally used some kind of sticky stuff to glue the sink to the vanity base and everything looks ok but 'cept Daddy isn't quite done and so the sink doesn't work yet. He did get the toilet outta the bedroom. I think the toilet is working right. Then Daddy carried in a big flat box. New shower door thing. They worked on that yesterday. It is hanging up now. Needs more caulk. Mommy even got a new shower head thing. She made sure she got one with a tube thingy so she can give Me a shower. Gee, thanks.
I tell you Pups, the tension has been high around here. Mommy sometimes lets loose with short little words. She doesn't sound happy. Daddy gets upset but he doesn't say those words like Mommy does. I hope the DIY stuff is nearly over. I can come outta hiding and get back to proper security work. And napping.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jelly is Dog of the Week!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745711</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 17:47:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Congratulations to Jelly! Jelly is Dog of the Week!

How cool is that? Wait a minute. She isn't ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Congratulations to Jelly! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly is Dog of the Week!</a>

How cool is that? Wait a minute. She isn't even home right now. She is at Auntie Lorna's. 
I hope she will find out so she can celebrate!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A burger hangover?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745431</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Oct 2011 05:51:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It took me a minute or two before I started eating my breakfast. Maybe I had a touch of burger and s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It took me a minute or two before I started eating my breakfast. Maybe I had a touch of burger and shake hangover! Yes, I did get some licks of pineapple shake to top off my birthday burger. 

So I have been thinking 'bout this. Some animals eat only meat. You know, lions and stuff that have to catch their own meals. Some animals eat only grass and leaves and stuff. 
But me, I eat all kinds of stuff. I Really liked my half 'o burger yesterday. It had Meatz™ and bun. I Really liked my pineapple shake. Fruit and dairy product in there. My kibble is made of duck Meatz&trade; and some kinds of grains. I like to sneak a strawberry from our patch. When Mommy is in the kitchen cooking stuff I will eat a carrot sliver or a green pepper piece when she offers it.
I like all kinds of foodz. I gobble stuff right up.

I am an Om-Nom-Nom-nivore!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've got Burger breath!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745337</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 13:05:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745337</guid>
		<description>Are you sitting down? You better sit down. You may pass out when I tell you.
I got a burger for my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Are you sitting down? You better sit down. You may pass out when I tell you.
I got a burger for my birthday! 
It was special order, just for me, from the bestest burger place in my little town.
<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.rupesburgers.com/Home_Page.php">Rupes Burgers</a> made my little burger special with just a bun and Meatz™. And since Mommy don't do math very good and the burger was round and she didn't know how to do three equal pieces, I got half the burger and Tux and Drover got the other parts. And I get to have some pineapple shake in a little while. And you may not believe this when I tell you but Sister (yes, the pocket lint queen) brought my goodies home to me. She even paid for some of the food. The peepoles had burgers and fries and stuff. I didn't get no fries. Pancreatitis blah, blah, blah.
If you take a look at that website, you will see a burger and onion rings and a shake. The light orange stuff is fry sauce. It seems to be a local thing. Not many peepoles have heard of fry sauce. It's a mix of ketchup and mayonnaise. 
And Mommy told me I may not get many more cookies today. She doesn't want me to get a tummy ache on my birthday.

Oh! And I forgot to tell you. The Yummy Meat man pulled in last night. Last time he was here Mommy told him to not stop again. She sicked Daddy on him last night. Daddy was not nice and we will see if the Yummy Meat man stops again. Why am I the only one around here that wants Yummy Meat?

But I am happy I got burger! This is turning out to be a very good birthday!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today I am six</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745285</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 05:38:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Whoo Hoo! I made it! I am six years old today! With Mommy and Daddy working on the mess that is thei ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoo Hoo! I made it! I am six years old today! With Mommy and Daddy working on the mess that is their bathroom, it won't be a big pawty day. But! I did hear Sister say since she is going to the library giant book sale (I think they sell books for giants or else really big books), she would be close to our favorite drive-in place. Maybe, just maybe, she will bring me a strawberry shake! And what if I got a junior burger, like Redford and his gang get on their birthdays? Keep your paws crossed for me Pals!
And I got my birthday packages from Jelly and Mickey. Still gotta find out what is in those. Can't wait!
And check out my page! Jelly sent a big ol cake. The web site she included in the message made Mommy drool big time. 
Pepper sent me a purdy emerald. 
Sabrina and Bella have sent yummy cupcakes. 
Coco Rose and Puffy and Professor Chester and Minnie sent me beeyootiful roses.

Wow, it's only early o'clock and the day is starting out great!
Keep on barking Pals, you know I will!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's back!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745181</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 04:52:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745181</guid>
		<description>Whoo Hoo! Our diaries and the comments are back! I just love barking with my pals! Now I am not lone ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoo Hoo! Our diaries and the comments are back! I just love barking with my pals! Now I am not lonely!
BarkBarkBarkBarkBarkBarkBark!!!!!

And on another note. The mailman stopped at my place yesterday. I was tending security alone, well, Drover and Tux were here. The mailman walked up to my front door! He left 2 packages there! Let me tell you, we were barking up a storm! ThankyouThankyouThankyou!

When Mommy and Daddy got back I told Mommy the packages were out there. She went out to get them. We barked. We bark whenever the front door is opened. She took the packages to the kitchen and I watched her open them. She was very sneaky and wouldn't let me see them.
Yep, both packages are for me. I have to have a photo shoot before I can get to the goodies! Hope I can get to them today!
You know why I am getting packages? My birthday is tomorrow! I will be 6 years old! And I realized the other day that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/854601">Hershey</a> and I are really, truly birthday twins. He will be six tomorrow too! Happy birthday Hershey!

And boy, am I planning a big day tomorrow. Cake and ice cream and about 8 walks and tons of treats.
I am planning that but I don't think it will happen. The folks are still working on the bathroom. Well, mostly Daddy. Mommy and I stay outta the way. Tomorrow Daddy is renting a sander to make the floor smooth before he puts down the new flooring. And he took out their toilet! And today the old sink and vanity will go. And if anything will go wrong or get broken or not fit, it will. Plus Daddy does good work but he is very slow. That drives Mommy crazy. 
So my birthday will probably be a messy, noisy day. But that's ok. I know I will get to have my packages the mailman brought. And I have a great home and great pals.
Bark on evfurrybody!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If you go away...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745033</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 09:20:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745033</guid>
		<description>Hey Pals, if you get so upset with all the stoopidness on Dogster that you go away, please don't sta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pals, if you get so upset with all the stoopidness on Dogster that you go away, please don't stay away! Come back!

I had Inkspot do some snooping around over at Catster. Seems one of those kitty cats has heard from HQ about the diary and comment problemos. Here is what they said:

<i>The first fix did not completely address the problem, so they took diaries down again to get it right. With the comments feature attached, they have to be extra careful for security purposes. They hope to have it done by the end of the week. </i>

Uh-oh, *they hope to have it done by the end of the week*. Remember what happened when they switched servers? That was in Aug and things are still kinda wonky from that. 

This is not good. Not good at all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, but thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745025</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 08:17:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/745025</guid>
		<description>Well, I'm not so busy. Well, keeping outta the way busy. Mommy and Daddy are tearing up their bathro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I'm not so busy. Well, keeping outta the way busy. Mommy and Daddy are tearing up their bathroom. Daddy has been working on getting all of the yucky old flooring up. The other day Daddy put in a new medicine cabinet thingy. I hear them talking about shower doors, sumfin called a vanity and a sink. Oh and the new flooring. And a new door. It's a little bathroom so I am staying outta there. Plus I gotta be on security duty.
But I was a Diary Pick yesterday! And the comment section crashed again. Boo.
So I am gonna send my thank yous this way 'cause I think the peepoles are taking off soon. Buying more junk for the bathroom I guess. 
I got plenty of great pmails from you pals. Anya even sent me a real deal email for congrats on my diary pick. Nina and company made my great pic.
Zaidie (who had a diary pick too) sent a spooky little ghost to my page.
Hershey (who is my birthday twin!) sent me a blue ribbon. He usually sends me pink ribbons, but those are gone now.
Coco Rose sent, guess what? A rose!
Uno, Mickey and Reece sent a creepy bat. Yikes, don't let that get in your fur!
Fizzy sent a little ghostie. Boo!
Lexie and Buddy G. sent a little pupkin. Very cute! And handy if I get the dire-rears. 
Thanks to all my pals. You pups are the bestest! Even if Dogster is getting sick and sicker.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sads -- I have a diary pick today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744877</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 05:17:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744877</guid>
		<description>I have the honor of having a diary pick today. None of my pals can read my diary or the comments --  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have the honor of having a diary pick today. None of my pals can read my diary or the comments -- unless you come directly to my page.
I know, this is the way things used to be. But that was the old Dogtster. That was like the Dark Ages or sumfin.
The diaries were working yesterday for a spell. It was So Much Fun barking with my pals. We were going <b>Nutzo</b> with all of our barking.
But it's like Dogster was dangling a new squeaky toy right in front of our noses. And just before we could reach the toy and grab it and play with it, they took it away.
Sads.

Hey, and your pal and mine, Zaidie, has a diary pick too! It's like a maze trying to get to his page to toss him a bone. 


Come on Dogster, behave!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Zoe Lonely</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744709</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Oct 2011 08:19:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744709</guid>
		<description>Here is another of my original ideas. If it reminds your pawrents of an old song, they are just conf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here is another of my original ideas. If it reminds your pawrents of an old song, they are just confused. You know how they get.

Lonely, I'm Zoe Lonely,
I have no comments on my diary.
I'm so lonely, I'm Zoe Lonely,
Wish Dogster would get rid of it's fleas.

I'm just a pup who likes to bark,
I have pals who read my stuff and comment
And Dogster's broken, pals can't leave their mark.
Fix it Dogster, shake off those fleas.

Comments, never a comment,
I get no comments on my entries.
I've been forgotten, yeah, forgotten,
Please Dogster, get rid of your fleas.

Lonely, I'm Zoe Lonely
I have no comments on my diary.
That's why I'm lonely, I'm Zoe Lonely,
Sometimes I think Dogster is dying.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Broken again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744573</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 04:48:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744573</guid>
		<description>Grrrr! This Dogster place is broken, again.
Coco Rose is telling me she can't read my latest diary  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Grrrr! This Dogster place is broken, again.
Coco Rose is telling me she can't read my latest diary entry. I can't make comments on her diary entries. We get dumb error messages. We are having to pmail each other. Nuthin seems to be working with our diaries.
Grrr!

I am gonna pmail HQ to let them know. We gotta Bark! That's what we are about!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, Holy Hail!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744535</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 17:09:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744535</guid>
		<description>A little bit ago, I was just hanging out in the house, snoozing. It had been real sunny earlier, but ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A little bit ago, I was just hanging out in the house, snoozing. It had been real sunny earlier, but some clouds started to roll in. Then I heard little rumblings. I thought they were probably my stomach ('cause I hadn't had any treats in five minutes or forever or something), but then I realized they were thunder. Drover started getting all scared right then, and Tux didn't like it either. I was fine though, and I told the guys to chill. Then something started pounding against the house -- it was Real loud on the windows. I jumped up, all ready to start barking. Big ol' ice cubes were falling from the sky!
"What the hail?" Mother said. She jumped up out of her chair and just about dropped her crocheting. It was real loud, pups. I wasn't scared, of course, but Tux was, and Drover was shaking. Sister even came out of her cave o' geekiness to see what was going on. After a few minutes, the hail slowed down and got smaller. Daddy had been outside, and he hurried and came inside. Sister went out to check on the cats -- she said it was Super Loud in the garage, and she had to plug her ears.
All of the guys were all scared. The Puffy cat had pooped in the litter box, and Tux pooped as soon as we were able to go outside. Those guys got the crap scared out of them -- literally! I was fine, though. I barked a few times, and ate some of those ice cubes the size of marbles.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Special Delivery</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744374</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 17:30:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744374</guid>
		<description>I get my food from the Amazon, 'cause I am special and I am so worth it. Mommy ordered my food from  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I get my food from the Amazon, 'cause I am special and I am so worth it. Mommy ordered my food from the Amazon and somehow she knew it would be delivered today. My family went to town but before she left she told me to watch for the mail carrier person and bark at them to leave my food on the front steps. Our gate was closed 'cause there have been a couple of little bulls getting out and yesterday there were a couple of horses wandering around. So since I was inside and couldn't bark away the livestock, they closed the gate when they left.
So sure enough, at about 12:15 the weekend mail lady stopped and put our junk mail in the box. I was barking at her to leave my food. She didn't leave my food. I guess she didn't want to climb through our fence to leave my food.
When Mommy got home I told her what had happened. Mommy looked all around the place. No food. I told her the mail lady didn't leave it. Why do they never believe us pups?
Anywho, after looking at sumfing online, Mommy called sumbuddy at the Post Office. Then Daddy and Mommy hopped in the car to go get my food.
When they got home Mommy was carrying the box with my food! Yippee! I just knew it was my food. I helped her pour the food into the container in the pantry. I tasted a few morsels to make sure it was alright. It was. 
I am so glad I got my food special delivery. I coulda starved!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Notme Returns!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744042</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 10:48:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/744042</guid>
		<description>Notme hasn't been sneaking around my place for awhile. That is good. 
But he made a return sometime ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Notme hasn't been sneaking around my place for awhile. That is good. 
But he made a return sometime, maybe like last night.
Lemme tell you bout it.
All three of us dogs went downstairs with Mommy this morning. She was making sure the kitty cats had food and she was scooping their poopies outta their litter boxes. We were sniffing around at the other end of the basement. Me and Tux were sniffing mostly.
She asked us what we were doing. Sometimes, I like to grab a kitty toy and hold it in my mouth. Or sometimes those cats make the barfy and we like to help clean it up. Mommy came over to see what was going on. That's when she saw IT!
Sure enough, over in the dark corner behind the treadmill there was Poop! At first she thought a kitty cat had made the naughty but it was too big for kitty cat. 
It was Notme!
She made us go upstairs. Tux was acting like he might help clean it up, he does that sometimes outside. He doesn't eat his own, just Drover's or Mine. This was an important clue.
So when Mommy came upstairs she told Daddy that Notme had been in the basement. He was laying on the floor looking at the underneath side of Mommy's chair. :-/
What can I say? My peeps are very weird.
Anywho, he hadn't heard of Notme before. Mommy had to explain to him. Then he said my name in his soldier voice.
Mommy told him it was Notme, not Zoe. This poop was bigger than mine. My poop is cute and little like Tootsie Rolls. :-)
And so I have figured this mystery out. Since the poop was too big to be a kitty cat or mine and since Tux was looking interested in maybe gonna eat some of it and he don't usually eat his own poop, it was Drover! 
Can you imagine? Mr. Perfect Momma's Boy pooping in the dark corner behind the treadmill that never gets used since Brother went away! Shocking isn't it?
It was either Drover or Notme. 
Case solved.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I got nuthin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743942</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 17:50:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743942</guid>
		<description>So the folks left me in charge today. They had to go shopping at the city about a mile or day away.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So the folks left me in charge today. They had to go shopping at the city about a mile or day away. I kept Tux and Drover from going toadally bonkers without Mommy around.
They don't tear up anything but they start whining and barking and junk. I can't get any rest. So I bark at them to Shudup!
So anywhos, when Mommy and Daddy got back they started hauling in the loot. Sacks of salt for the water softener thingy. Yawn. A huge jar of sauerkraut for Daddy and Sister. Yawn and stink. A sack of cat food. I couldn't have any when Mommy was dumping the stuff into the container she keeps the cat food in. And I couldn't have any of the dog food when she dumped it into the container she keeps the dog food in. Not my brand. Humph. She told me she has ordered my food from the Amazon. Should be here in a day or couple.
No toys, no treats. I got nuthin. She reminded me of the new bottle buddy toy I got just the other day (it's old now). Then she reminded me of the sacks of treats we got from a Petco order just the other day (they are stale now). 

I think I need to contact Somebudy about the way I get treated around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You are welcome Sister</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743476</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 15:10:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743476</guid>
		<description>I have to do Everything around here. Lemme tell you about the latest.
Mommy had been messing around ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to do Everything around here. Lemme tell you about the latest.
Mommy had been messing around and hadn't checked her (my) emails in awhile. Sure enough, there was an urgent message from Sister. She had sent the email to My email. You know, the one that Mommy uses almost always for My Dogster stuff. She needed us to send an attachment of her Midterm Essay. She had forgot to print it out. She explained how to find the file on her computer and how to open her email and how to attach the file to send her.

Mommy just stood there with her mouth open.
She don't know nuthin about tachements and that kinda junk.
I had her move over and I started searching Sister's 'puter for the file. Found it in a flash. It was about something weird. Be A Wolf. 
What are they learning about these days at universities?  
Anywho, got the thing sent off to Sister. Saved her bacon, one more time.

Whad ya bet I will get nuthin outta this deal?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The rain is gone!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743138</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 Oct 2011 13:05:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/743138</guid>
		<description>If this sounds familiar, it is just a co-inky-dink. I made this all up by myself.

My little poem  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If this sounds familiar, it is just a co-inky-dink. I made this all up by myself.

My little poem about the rain being gone. And I had to do this all by myself. My English major Sister wouldn't help me, she was too busy knitting. Gah!

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see lots to bark away
Gone are the dark clouds that had me bored
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny, unboring day.

I think I can make it now, the rain is gone
I can go outside to potty now 
What is that bright light streaming in
Making puddles of warm on my floor?
It's a bright sun-shiny day!

Look all around, there's a horse and cow
Look straight ahead, start barking right now!

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can find bugs in my yard
And some worms to roll on and stick in my hairs
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny unboring day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick for me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742928</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Oct 2011 07:55:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742928</guid>
		<description>I am so glad that Dogster recognizes a dog's need to bark, unlike many of our pawrents. I had lots o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am so glad that Dogster recognizes a dog's need to bark, unlike many of our pawrents. I had lots of barking yesterday and today I have a Diary Pick. Thank you Dogster!
Thank you Strider and fam for my way cool pic. Thank you Pals for the kind comments and rosettes that have appeared on my page.
This is the highlight of my day!

In other news, it is still raining and soaking wet and it is just plain boring. I doubt if any delivery men or worker men will show up today. In fact, I hear Mommy and Daddy talking about going shopping in the Far Away place. And I don't think they will be going to Petco. :-( Something about getting new tires on the car.
How boring is that? What a waste of good money. Blah.

I'll let you know if anything exciting happens. Don't get your hopes up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The mailman, the bug man, the trash man!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742840</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Oct 2011 16:11:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742840</guid>
		<description>All of those guys! I got to bark at all of those guys today!
Lemme tell you, it was great!
The mai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ All of those guys! I got to bark at all of those guys today!
Lemme tell you, it was great!
The mailman pulled in and brought My package from Destiny and Chance. Good barking and good stuff. I already barked about my package in another diary entry.
Then in just a minute or few, the bug man arrived! Woo Hoo! And I didn't have to go outside! On account of because it was raining. Tux did have to go outside 'cause he sometimes nips at men wearing uniform looking outfits. But Me and Drover got to stay in and we barked up a storm at that guy! Then he and Mommy went downstairs for awhile. Then I went downstairs for awhile to see what was going on. It was boring, they were just talking. Mommy told me to go upstairs 'cause she thought Daddy was coming home. He had gone to town. That wasn't Daddy, yet. Then I did hear the garage door sound it makes when it opens and then Daddy came in!
The three peepoles talked a little more and then the bug man left. 
It is still raining and junk at my place so I was hanging inside this afternoon when the trash truck dood emptied out our brown trash container. Mommy wouldn't let me jump in her lap to get a better view! Grr. I still did get in some barking.
I wish it would stop raining. I do my best barking outside, un-shushed! I can feel a bunch more barks welling up inside of me. They are gonna have to come out sooner or later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another package came today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742816</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Oct 2011 10:52:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742816</guid>
		<description>Did you pups know that Destiny and Chance have their own online store? They do and I got a package f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you pups know that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1173569">Destiny</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1181717">Chance</a> have their own online store? They do and I got a package from them today. I only got to see a couple of things. Some of the stuff must be for surprises later. I'm sure it is All for me though. Mommy was oooo-ing and awww-ing when she opened up stuff.
The pumpkin pie samples they sent Me were Dee-li-sious! And I am playing with one of their denim bottle buddy type toys right now.

Check out their store:
<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.apawfectdog.com/">A Pawfect Dog</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nope, No Notme</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742766</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Oct 2011 06:35:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742766</guid>
		<description>So yesterday it was mostly raining all day. Just a little drizzle kind of rain. Not too bad to go ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So yesterday it was mostly raining all day. Just a little drizzle kind of rain. Not too bad to go out and do what a dog's gotta do as far as barking and pottying. But just enough of the wet stuff that I didn't want to stay outside for long to play or sniff around much. 
But later in the evening time the rain started really coming down.
Yuck! I am not a duck. I do not like to get wet.
But I am a good dog. While the family was watching some TV show about myths getting busted, I had to go out. I acted kinda nervous to get sumeones attention then I sat by the door. Mommy Finally came over and let me out. Problem was, it was raining sumfin fierce. I waited by the door without doing anything. I scratched at the door. I didn't go potty or tinkle. Mommy let me back in. 
In a little minute I sat at the top of the stairs. I could sneaky down there and "go" just like that bad Notme does sumtimes. But that is very naughty and so I didn't do that 'cause I am a good girl. :-)
Sumtime in between then and bedtime, Daddy Made all of us go outside. He went all PTSD and we knew we had better obey. 
Just kiddin' about the PTSD, he doesn't do that.
Then when it was bedtime, I told Mommy I had to go out but I didn't want to go out in the rain. She got kinda upset with me. Can you imagine that? She had her jammies on so she grabbed a jacket with a hood and put it on over her jammies and out we went. We stayed out just long enough for me to tinkle. Then I came in and jumped into bed. Cute little wet paws and all.
But after all that rain, Notme did not show up! That is good. We don't like that naughty Notme around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Behold the Power!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742636</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Oct 2011 12:03:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742636</guid>
		<description>You pups know all about it. You know the Power of the Bark! You know I Bark. A lot. I am very good a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know all about it. You know the Power of the Bark! You know I Bark. A lot. I am very good at what I do.
Daddy was able to observe first hand my power.
He was heading out the backdoor. Us dogs went out too. I headed over to the corner of the yard to take a look at the road.
The mailman was just pulling up to My mailbox. I commenced with the Big Barks. Drover and Tux joined in.
The mailman threw the mail into the box and stomped on the gas peddle in his vehicle. He got outta there fast.
All thanks to the Power of the Bark.

Daddy was Very Impressed. He told Mommy how I barked the mailman away. 

Behold the Power!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Torture day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742400</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Oct 2011 09:34:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/742400</guid>
		<description>How sneaky is that Mommy of mine! Outta the blue, we all went outside. She put a leash on Drover and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How sneaky is that Mommy of mine! Outta the blue, we all went outside. She put a leash on Drover and grabbed me. Off we go to the groomer/torture lady.
I trembled the whole way and continued once I got tossed in the cage at the groomer's.
Ugh. I'll bark more later if I am able.

Oh, and Daddy got home a minute or couple days ago. That is good. I hope he stays home now.
And Sister smells like a puppy when she gets home everyday. Her boss lady got a cute little puppy and it comes to work with her. Sister gets to take him out for potty breaks. Humph. Sister never takes me for a walk. 
Traitor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cattle Drive!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741958</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Oct 2011 19:11:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741958</guid>
		<description>Right past my place today! A bunch of cowboys and a little cowgirl on horses, cow dogs, red cattle,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Right past my place today! A bunch of cowboys and a little cowgirl on horses, cow dogs, red cattle, and peepoles on 4 wheelers! It was Wunderful to see! 
Us dogs were inside when I noticed one cowboy riding by and then he kinda "pulled in" to the end of my driveway. Then all the red cattle started going by. He was keeping them from coming into my driveway. I started barking and Tux started running around and doing his whining thing he does when he gets all excited.

Mommy didn't let us go outside to bark all those cowboys and dogs and cattle and 4 wheelers away! Grrr!
She picked me up and made me be quiet! She told Tux to be quiet.
 
Imagine! All that action going on right outside! And I wasn't allowed to bark!

It's not everyday that a cattle drive goes by my place. I shoulda been allowed to bark!

Sumbuddy call sumplace to complain!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Now where'd he go?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741582</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 05:24:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741582</guid>
		<description>Daddy took off yesterday. I watched him toss some unnerwears and socks and other junk in a suitcase  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy took off yesterday. I watched him toss some unnerwears and socks and other junk in a suitcase thing.
He took off. He was gone all day and Me and Mommy slept in the big bed together last night. Where'd he go?

Ok, so I checked and Mommy told me Daddy went to visit his pawrents. They live someplace that Daddy had to drive to and spend the night. Mommy didn't go 'cause we woulda had to go to the pet boarding place 'cause Sister is gone all day long with classes and work. Isn't that nice of Mommy to not go visit the old folks and we don't have to go to the pet hotel? 
Daddy will be back in a couple of days or weeks or minutes or sumfin. Then he doesn't have any other plans to go anywheres. He can stay home and rub my tummy. :-) well, at least until he goes back to work.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The neighbor dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741480</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 13:38:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741480</guid>
		<description>Lots of pups all around are having to deal with the borings. Nothing much going on. Nothing much to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lots of pups all around are having to deal with the borings. Nothing much going on. Nothing much to bark at or about. Some of you pups are having fun with falling squirrels and sniffing smelly teenagers after band practice and Destiny even got to go Upstairs at her place and that is normally Verboten. Wow, a word in some other language! Are you shocked?
Since it is all boring and stuff around my place and I don't have much to bark about, but 'cept for the bug killer man was here for a little while yesterday or sometime, I thought I would bark about the neighbor dogs.
I think I have mentioned some of the dogs and stuff but since I don't have much else to bark about I will give you a run down of the dogs on my road. At least the dogs that live in the houses on either side of my place.
My road is one mile long before you get to the corners, so if you wanted to go around the block, your walk would be 4 miles long! My house sits about half way between each of those corners. Lets start at the corner that is where the sun comes up from. You know what I mean?
There are 4 houses on that corner. I don't know if 3 of those places have any dogs. I never see any there but that doesn't mean there aren't any. One guy used to raise Weimeraners but we don't see the dogs anymore. Anywho, the other place is where a red cow dog lives. He actually gets to "work the cows" that the owner has. He rides past my place on the way to where the cows live. Those cows have big long horns. Don't mess with those cows! Oh, and kinda off topic but when I call them cows I mean lady cows and bulls and steers, which are boy cows that can't make calves. And back to that house. That is where there used to be 2 little Dachshunds, but sumfin got them. :( sads for the little dogs, but they didn't have a fenced yard.
Coming towards my place is the jogger man's place. He has 5 dogs. There are 3 cattle dogs (Heelers) and one dog that looks like a Border Collie mix and a happy white Eskimo dog that looks like Lil Bear. I Love to bark at those dogs when they go by. And when I hear them barking at their place, I start barking. It's all good!
Then there is a yellow house. That is where a yellow Lab girl lives. She lives in a kennel attached to the barn. She is a working girl. She loves to go out goose hunting with her daddy. He uses a whistle to help her know where those shooted gooses have dropped. I feel sorry for her though. She is not allowed to bark. She has been trained to not bark. If she does happen to bark, she is in trouble. I think there may be another yellow Lab puppy there, but we only saw it once. It was playing in the yard with the 2 little girls.
Ok, then we come to my house.
 Going on down the road, the way the sun makes real purdy sunsets, we see a house that keeps their 2 big dogs chained up outside. :( sads for those dogs. There may be a couple of little poofy Pomeranians but we haven't seen them go by in the peepole's car like we used to.
Then there are another couple of houses but I don't know if those familys have any dogs. Never see any.
I gotta mention that if you go around the corner down there, that is where the 2 LWDs live. You know, the ones that ride in their Daddy's jeep and never bark or jump out when they have been in my driveway? 
And there is another couple of dogs that live over there. These dogs ride on a four-wheeler with their guy while he goes to check the irrigation water! They ride or run along. One is a puppy. A Dutch Partridge Dog. The other dog is some kind of large Spaniel. She goes hunting with her guy. Those dogs are good barking material when they run or ride behind my place.
And there you have it. Those are my neighbor dogs. I must confess, I had Mommy help me with some of those dogs. I haven't axfurly met all of them. I hope you have enjoyed "meeting" my neighbor dogs. I sure like to bark at them!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>After the boring</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741138</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 17:50:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what? I got some Steak MEATZ&amp;trade;! Daddy fired up the grill and actually Didn't burn the ste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what? I got some Steak MEATZ&trade;! Daddy fired up the grill and actually Didn't burn the steak! And when he brought it inside he said "and this is for Zoe, Tux and Drover"!
I couldn't believe my cute little fuzzy ears! I waited patently under Mommy's chair. When the peeps started clearing the table I sat patently. And cutely too. 
Mommy cut off some bites of the leftover steaks. We got those bites!
<b>YUMMY!</b>
And then she cut off another bite for each of us!
<b>MORE YUMMY!</b>

I watched her put the rest of the steak in a plastic thing and put that in the fridge. Maybe I can have the Rest of the steak later on!

Oh, and another good thing that happened. After they got done eating, Sister went to take a shower.
That is a good thing, let me tell you.
Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sumfin in the air?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741114</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 15:10:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/741114</guid>
		<description>There is sumfin going 'round. Sumfin boring!
My pal Jelly reports that it is boring at her place. S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is sumfin going 'round. Sumfin boring!
My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly</a> reports that it is boring at her place. She is waiting around for the worker men to put up a fence around her yard. She is waiting and waiting.
All the tractors and diggers and port-a-potties on trailers are all gone from around my place. Nuffin good to bark at! Boring!
Mommy put some kind of stuff on the grass in my yard. Then she put out sprinklers all over to get the stuff watered in. It is sumfin made out of corn and it makes the yard smell good. I want to eat it! I get hollered at when I try to snack on the stuff. So I don't even go outside very much, plus I don't like to get wet with the sprinklers going all over the place.

*note from Zoe's Mommy: I used a pet friendly fertilizer made from corn by-products. It is safe for the dogs, I don't want them to eat the stuff before it has a chance to go to work.*

So, you see, it is boring here. Must be sumfin in the air or is it the time of year? I dunno. But it's boring.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Should I fire my typist?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740882</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 09:16:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740882</guid>
		<description>I need a new typist! Lookit what happened! She went away, leaving me all alone. With the boy dogs, t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I need a new typist! Lookit what happened! She went away, leaving me all alone. With the boy dogs, the kitty cats and Sister. 
I had a Diary Pick on Saturday. And I had a pick on Sunday. 
I was caught in the loop! ¡dooן ǝɥʇ uı ʇɥƃnɐɔ sɐʍ I
¡dooן ǝɥʇ uı ʇɥƃnɐɔ sɐʍ I I was caught in the loop!

Bol! I didn't even have a new diary entry. But I love being in the spotlight!

So I am gonna have to thank you for your comments and to Cooper and crew for my coolio pictures they make. And thank you to
Drei Snarky Schnauzers for the yummy steak
Sabrina sent me another juicy steak
Hershey sent 2 purdy pink ribbons
Lexie sent some thirst quenching lemonade

I fell outta the loop today. Wonder if I will be back in the loop tomorrow?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Wonderful Weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740717</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 13:58:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740717</guid>
		<description>Let me tell you, pups, this has been the best weekend ever! Mommy and Daddy left to go someplace for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell you, pups, this has been the best weekend ever! Mommy and Daddy left to go someplace for the weekend. When sister got home from school, she had a humongous box of Meatz&trade;! "We're gonna have a barbecue," she says, "and popcorn, and lots of treats and cake and ice cream. And we can go on lots of walks and then you can pick the movies to watch, Zoe!"

Not. Like in my wildest dreams that would ever happen.

This weekend has been booo-riiing!
 I've been stuck here with Sister taking care of the place, and she's no fun at all. She remembered to feed us, at least, but only cause we remind her. She's been giving us a few cookies, but not enough. And she hasn't even had popcorn once! She just makes tea, knits and sits around watching silly sci-fi shows. "Oh, but it's the season premiere!" she says. Or, "But I really like this episode and want to watch it again!" We did have a few playtimes, at least, and she let me sleep on her bed. She even remembered to give me some blankets -- shocking, I know.

This morning, I was sitting outside barking, just doing my job, and Sister steps outside and hollers at me to be quiet. "You've been barking at nothing for ten minutes!" she says. "Come inside and be quiet!" Man, she's crabby in the morning. And in the afternoon. And the evening.

At least Mommy and Daddy are back, now. Maybe they'll make me some bacon. 
And don't you know, I have a two Diary picks in a row! BOL! I have a ton of pmails to read right now! Thanks Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home alone?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740363</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 10:23:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740363</guid>
		<description>Mommy is putting some socks and unnerwears in a bag. I am a smart pup. I know what this means. Even  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy is putting some socks and unnerwears in a bag. I am a smart pup. I know what this means. Even though is doesn't happen very often, Mommy is going away. Daddy had to go do sumfin this morning. Let's see if he packs some socks and unnerwears when he gets back. If he does, that means he is going sumwhere too.

I wonder if I will be home alone. Of course, there are the kitty cats and Tux and Drover. I can handle them. I am not sure I can get the food containers open to make our meals. And who will let us out the door to potty? This could be bad.

Oh, wait, I bet Sister will be here to take care of things.
I will bark at you pups when I can. 

I hope I survive. Sister doesn't give me enough cookies. I hope she remembers to feed me. And where will I sleep? I don't want to sleep all by myself on the big bed.

Wish me luck. I'm gonna need it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Unbored!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740347</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 08:03:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740347</guid>
		<description>'Member yesterday or sumfin when I barked and barked at the spud digging stuff? I barked so much tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member yesterday or sumfin when I barked and barked at the spud digging stuff? I barked so much that I got bored of barking? 
I know, I know, shocking, especially for a pup like me who barks and barks and barks.

Don't worry 'bout me. I am toadally Unbored this morning!

They didn't finish up the little field yesterday so all that spud digging stuff is still working over there. All those big white trucks are still coming and going past my place.

It is Great! And Mommy is getting fed up with my barking.
Deal with Mommy. It's what I do. I live to Bark!

On another note, we found out one of our pals had a super ruff day yesterday. You can read Izzy's diary to find out more. Let's all be sending PoP to Izzy and her family.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/812092">Izzy's page</a>
Hope you are doing better today Izzy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally! Congrats to Coco Rose!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740237</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 16:43:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740237</guid>
		<description>Take a look at the community page! We Finally have a new Dog of the Week! And it's none other, or mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Take a look at the community page! We Finally have a new Dog of the Week! And it's none other, or more deserving than <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/622754">Coco Rose!</a>
She's the gurl who started the whole "Free Gizmo" deal!

Whoo Hoo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barking at spuds!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740235</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Sep 2011 16:19:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/740235</guid>
		<description>That's what they call potatoes around here. Spuds. And I am barking my fool head off because a Whole ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what they call potatoes around here. Spuds. And I am barking my fool head off because a Whole Bunch of equipment pulled into the field across from my place. Well, kinda not right across, that was were wheat was harvested. But let me tell you, there is all kinds of stuff to bark at! There are white pickups that the worker peepole ride in. One even was pulling a little trailer with a port-a-potty!
There are a couple of these things being pulled by big tractors: 
<a id="img2055393920"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Windrower2.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2055393920');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Windrower2.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">We think this digs the spuds outta the ground</a>
Then a couple more tractors are doing this:
<a id="img6996609797"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/potatoharvest.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6996609797');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/potatoharvest.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">The whole rig</a>
In that picture you can see the tractor and the thing that the potatoes ride on and dirt and vines and roacks get cleaned off and then get dumped into the big white truck. There are lots of the white trucks coming and going. They go away, right past my place, filled with spuds. They are taking them someplace down the road and then they come back empty ready to get another load. I can see all those spuds when they go by. I am barking you, there are more than a couple of spuds on those trucks.
It is very exciting! Me and Tux get especially riled up when the trucks go by. They are Noisy!
We are kinda claming down now, after awhile it gets boring to bark at all those trucks.

I can't believe I just barked that!

They will probably finish that field tonight. It is kinda little. They they will go to the field that is right next to my place! Yippee! That will be more good barking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Water in the basement, again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739929</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 06:24:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Uh-oh, Daddy did it this time. 
So Daddy was messing all day yesterday with the dryer vent thingy.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Uh-oh, Daddy did it this time. 
So Daddy was messing all day yesterday with the dryer vent thingy. To do that, he had to move the washer outta it's spot. Daddy got everything put back together. 
But when Mommy was using the washer this morning, water started coming onto the floor and then most of it fell into the basement. Daddy hasn't stuffed the drain hose down the pipe thingy enough. 
Mommy heard the water sound. She is real aware of sounds around here and she knew that was the "wrong" sound for the water to go into the drain pipe.
She rushed over to the washer and turned it off. Then she started that string of bad words like the guy on that movie <i>Radio</i>. You know, the sh word. And she got all hypervented or sumfin. I ran downstairs with her. That's where she Still keeps lots of old towels, to mop up water, just in case. Daddy had already gone down there and was starting to throw the towels down. Mommy rushed back upstairs and grabbed some swimmy towels to start mopping up around the washer and dryer area. Daddy then pulled the washer out to mop up more water. 
Mommy finally quit with the hyper/panic breathing. And she quit saying the bad word.
I was a busy pup, up and down the stairs. Helping set up fans, watching them with the towels. And I still have to bark at stuff from the comfort of the end of the loveseat.
Wow, what else is in store for this little Schnauzie today?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barking works again!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739917</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Sep 2011 04:35:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739917</guid>
		<description>Gizmo is free from her long stay as Dog of the Week. Lemme sneak over to Catster and see if Luke has ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Gizmo is free from her long stay as Dog of the Week. Lemme sneak over to Catster and see if Luke has been freed...
No! Luke is still being held captive and that is tough for kitty cats.

Thank you Dogster for listening to us pups barking about poor Gizmo. Of course, Lucy the Basset Hound is just testing the spot for now. I wonder if they will leash up Gizmo again? Hope not!

Bark Loud! Bark Long Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am the Spokesdog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739601</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:28:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739601</guid>
		<description>We can't keep up. We try to be all eatiquiet and send out thank yous but we are being swamped by the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We can't keep up. We try to be all eatiquiet and send out thank yous but we are being swamped by the Jolly Roger flags today!

So for all of my furmily, kitty cats included, Thank You to all who have run up the skull and crossbones on all of our pages! It is gonna take us awhile to open and read all of them, but we fur sure will. 

I am gonna go for a walk right now with Daddy and the boy dogs. When we get back we can start opening up and readin' the greetins!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A day or two later I got steak!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739479</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 09:00:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so I barked about the first cuple of days that Daddy has been home. Lemme tell you about some ME ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I barked about the first cuple of days that Daddy has been home. Lemme tell you about some MEATZ&trade; I got!
One day Mommy and Daddy left to go shopping in the Big City. Our little town only has a couple of grocery stores and Walmart. So they wanted to go to Home Depot. That is a man store that Daddy wanted to go to. They also were going to ShopKo, CostCo and can you believe it, Not PetCo?! They coulda gone to WinCo but didn't need to.
While they were gone they got some lunch. I know this because they brought some leftovers home in white boxes. They went to Texas and ate at some house on a road. Sounded like that anywhos. And in the white boxes were Steak MEATZ&trade;! 
Smelled Good! 
Sister ate the little steak that was Mommy's. I got to have bites of sheesh-key-bob that was Daddy's! Oh So Yummy!
I think they should go back to that house on a road in Texas and I think they should go today! And bring me a whole steak or sheesh-key-bob!

And I had to stay in yesterday afternoon while Daddy visited with my two LWD neighbor dogs! Well, their Daddy pulled in to welcome Daddy home. They were in the driveway talking. Those LWDs are very well behaved and stayed in their jeep and didn't bark at all. Sumfin rong with those doggies, huh? Bol!

Today Daddy is messing around in the basement. He is gonna fix up the bad job Sister and Mommy did on the dryer vent thingy when the water was threatening to come into our basement last summer. Guys brought the washer and dryer upstairs but Mommy and Sister had to rig up the vent. Lucy and Ethel time it was. So I may watch Daddy do that or I may need to be upstairs for security work.

Have you ever barked at your own family when you didn't realize it was them? Embarrassing huh? I did that this morning. Daddy was out for a run and when he came back I barked and barked until I recognized him. Then I started arrrooooing!

And so it goes having Daddy at home. It sure is good having him here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Go Home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739257</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 09:11:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Take that you silly dogs! 

Me and Tux went outside while Daddy went to get sumfin in the garage.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Take that you silly dogs! 

Me and Tux went outside while Daddy went to get sumfin in the garage. That's when we saw the two dogs coming along My road. Bold as you please, just trotting along. They were gonna go right past my place!
Of course, I sent out the alert first and Tux joined in. We barked that those dogs better be scooting on home. There was a golden retriever looking dog and a black lab dog. Get on home!

We barked them right off the road!
They took a detour and cut across the field! They are long gone now. 

Hope they got home. They shouldn't oughta be out from their places. Stay home dogs!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a diary pick!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739235</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 05:36:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739235</guid>
		<description>I forgot to bark that I am a diary pick today! Thank you Cooper and crew for my great picture! Love  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to bark that I am a diary pick today! Thank you Cooper and crew for my great picture! Love it!

And remember! <b>Free Gizmo! Free Luke!</b>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daddy home = busy me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739233</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 05:33:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It is Super Duper having Daddy home! But let be bark, I have been busy!
First off, of course it was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is Super Duper having Daddy home! But let be bark, I have been busy!
First off, of course it was so exciting having Mommy say those 
wonderful words: Daddy's home. I rushed out to greet him just like it had been only a day gone by. He rubbed my tummy and laughed at me and I ran around the yard and it was wonderful.
A little while later I got to go out of my yard with Daddy. We went out into our rocky/weedy place. We went out to look at our little trees and to see if any grass was growing in amongst the weeds and rocks. The three garage cats came along too. Then we walked over to look at the other side of our place where we have some big trees the man trimmed this spring. Then I saw Mommy in my yard so I ran over there but I made a detour into the garage to grab a bite of kitty food. Then I went into the yard.
And that was just the first minute or sumfin right after Daddy got home!
The next day, real early, Daddy moved a big cabinet thing into the basement. The cabinet had been in our dining area since Mommy and Sister moved it there last summer. They moved it there to make room for the washer and dryer machines being moved outta the basement on account of because maybe flooding gonna happen. I got to supervise the whole deal, from a distance. I didn't want to get in the way of a strong man moving heavy things. In other words, I didn't want to get squished.
Then Daddy opened up that footlocker thing the mailman brought to us. Daddy opened up some big green bags and a great big camo-colored suitcase thing. I just sat back and watched as Daddy made a huge mess all over the basement floor with tons of stuff. Then I sniffed all that stuff. It smelled like Daddy and other far away type smells.
Daddy messed around down there for a long time and I got bored so I came upstairs to do security and nap.
And that was just the first and second day! I think I will post this and bark another entry about the other goings on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Free Gizmo! Free Luke!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739151</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 14:04:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/739151</guid>
		<description>I know that Gizmo is toadally stuck in the giant time loop continuum of the Dog of the Week. It appe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know that Gizmo is toadally stuck in the giant time loop continuum of the Dog of the Week. It appears a kitty cat named Luke is having the same deal happen over at Catster. A pup named Coco Rose has started on of those online pet-t-shun kinda deals. 
Feel free to copy and paste the entry she has written. Maybe if we all bark real loud, HQ will hear us and get those poor furs outta the loop.

Dear Dogster/Catster,

Please release Gizmo and Luke from the dog/cat of the week spots. It was wonderful to read all about them but now I would like to see another dog/cat honored there. For all of our pals out there please feel free to copy and paste this message and spread the word to Dogster/Catster that we would like to see Gizmo and Luke set free. FREE GIZMO (and Luke)!!!!!

I’m hoping that if others post the same message that their pals will agree and do the same thing. Maybe if there was a mass movement Dogster/Catster would move this situation up on their “to do” list and set them both free. I admit I am sort of in a panic here because I only have 6 more days before we hit the road again and I will not have access to the internet so my campaign will either be a success or stop short of getting them free.

Please be aware that this is a very hard request for me to make because I am used to just taking what I want. I did put a lot of thought into it and have been second guessing myself wondering if it is an appropriate thing to request because it could end up in a huge failure where no one will join in on the cause. I decided that not trying was a failure in it's self so what do I really have to loose? I just want to get the word out that Gizmo (and Luke) need to be free and I'm hoping it happens before we leave next weekend.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>GUESS WHAT!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738641</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 15:29:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738641</guid>
		<description>MY DADDY IS HOME!!!

Mommy went away and us dogs took care of the house. When she came back, inste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ MY DADDY IS HOME!!!

Mommy went away and us dogs took care of the house. When she came back, instead of letting us out the door right away she said "listen to me" so we listened. I sat like a good girl, even though I was real wiggly. She said, "Daddy is home" and let us out the door.
Sure enough there was Daddy over by my gate!

OMD! Isn't this exciting? MY DADDY IS HOME!!!

Mommy took some pictures. She will get them posted on my page in a little while!

Gotta go be with Daddy now. Oh wait, he went in the indoor potty place. I heard him shut the door. Bol, silly Daddy! We don't shut the door around here.

Bark at ya later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Got the word!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738563</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 09:22:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738563</guid>
		<description>Today! Idaho Falls, 3:00pm!
Daddy is coming in on a charter flight with a group of soldiers!

Yip ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today! Idaho Falls, 3:00pm!
Daddy is coming in on a charter flight with a group of soldiers!

Yippee! Doing my Schnauzie dance!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting, waiting, waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738551</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Sep 2011 08:09:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738551</guid>
		<description>Grr to the peepoles doing stuff. Daddy is waiting to hear when he comes home. There are soldiers' ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Grr to the peepoles doing stuff. Daddy is waiting to hear when he comes home. There are soldiers' bags being loading onto a vehicle right now to go to the airport to fly home soon. There are soldiers that came to Ft. Lewis After Daddy and they are getting ready to come home today. 
Daddy is waiting to hear when he flies home. I just heard Mommy say "well, who would I call?" talking on her phone.
If Daddy doesn't hear something soon and the soldiers leave that got there after Daddy, then Mommy is gonna call and find out why Daddy isn't on a flight. 
Grr. Send my Daddy home Now!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pushing buttons</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738489</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 17:33:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738489</guid>
		<description>Good barking today! Field workers. Pickup trucks. A big piece of equipment used for digging spuds. A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good barking today! Field workers. Pickup trucks. A big piece of equipment used for digging spuds. A teeny tiny green tractor working way over there. People hollering back and forth. A kid in a golf cart.
I am telling you, it has been a good day around my place.
I have been barking pretty much non-stop specially this afternoon.

Mommy is getting fed up with my barking. The goofy "stop" command doesn't work. Telling me to be quiet doesn't work. There is toadally Too much to bark at today! A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do!
I am pushing her buttons. I don't think that is a good thing. Maybe I should lay off for a bit before she looses it.

Oh, did you see that pickup and horse trailer go by? Oh and there's the neighbor in his car! And I can hear someone talking in the neighbor's pasture!
Barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark........]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Prolly tomorrow...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738415</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 10:18:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738415</guid>
		<description>but there is a slight chance Daddy might be heading home today!
We just heard from him and all of t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ but there is a slight chance Daddy might be heading home today!
We just heard from him and all of the paperwork snags are worked out. We aren't clear on why he doesn't think he could jump on a flight today but fur sure tomorrow Mommy will be ready to head out to pick him up when she gets a call on when he will be at the airport. 
We've heard that some of the soldiers are arriving sooner than expected and there is no one at the airport to meet them. That is sad huh? Mommy doesn't want that to happen to Daddy. She will be hours early! And there is absotootly Nuthin to do in the little po-dunk airports around here. 

So prolly just one more sleep!

&#9835; Tomorrow, tomorrow, Daddy will be home tomorrow! &#9835;]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not tomorrow, maybe the next day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738315</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 18:03:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738315</guid>
		<description>Daddy had a Very Frustrating day today trying to get all of his forms and paperwork taken care of. W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy had a Very Frustrating day today trying to get all of his forms and paperwork taken care of. What with not having a form that they didn't tell him he needed and some doofus not knowing how to work his computer and loosing his place in line Daddy had a ruff day. He will not be coming home tomorrow with most of the other soldiers he left Eye-Rack with. 
He is hoping the paperwork can be done tomorrow. Then Maybe he can come home on Wednesday.
He is very discouraged and frustrated to say the least.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trapped!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738287</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 16:48:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738287</guid>
		<description>So Mommy went away this afternoon. No big deal. I can take care of the place, no panic. I sometimes  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy went away this afternoon. No big deal. I can take care of the place, no panic. I sometimes go get on the big bed 'cause I can see out the bedroom window and bark at anything that might be out that way. I can see my yard and the fields from that window. And then if there is nuthin to bark at I can chill-ax on my big bed. 
So that is what I did when Mommy left.
Then Mommy got home. Now we usually are waiting at the door when she opens it. 
But I wasn't able to be there waiting. I was trapped in the bedroom! You see, the wind had come up a little and blew the bedroom door closed. While I was in the bedroom. I was too short to reach the doorknob and Tux was waiting at the back door and didn't come to open the door for me. So there I was. Trapped.
I heard Mommy calling my name. But there was nuthin I could do about it.
I waited. She opened the door.
I was very Happy to be outta that bedroom! I got the zoomies rushing to the back door. I zoomed around the patio. Mommy came out and sat on a chair. I jumped into her lap. I just about crawled onto her head. She made me jump down. I jumped back onto her lap.
I was very excited and happy to be freed from the bedroom!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cat Fight</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738207</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 09:03:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/738207</guid>
		<description>First off, you gotta know there are a lot of kitty cats around here. If you look down my page on the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, you gotta know there are a lot of kitty cats around here. If you look down my page on the "my family" section, you can see them all. Well, if there are the letters RIP that means they aren't around here anymore. But there are still a lot of kitty cats.
Two of the kitty cats, Elliecat and Samcat live in my house. They never go outside. They get along together and us dogs get along with them. Three of the kitty cats are toadally outside kitty cats. Scooter, Pearl and Inkspot have their food and water and nice places to sleep in the garage. In fact Sister or Mommy go out before dark time and shut them into the garage. That keeps out those ornery raccoons and other critters. And the kitty cats are safe at night. That leaves Georgiecat. She comes in the house during the day and goes out at night. She doesn't like to stay in at night even though it would be safer if she did. 
You might ask, why doesn't Georgiecat stay in the garage at night with the other 3 garage kitty cats? Well, she has been sneaky a few nights and stayed out there.  But that isn't a good idea.
She doesn't get along with those cats. For some reason, she doesn't like them and they don't like her.
This is where I come in. Last evening, we were inside, chilling. We heard cats growling and fussing. Mommy and us dogs went outside. Sure enough, there was Georgiecat and the Pearlcat making mad cat noises at each other. They were just on the other side of my gate so I couldn't get to them to break it up. Mommy went out there and told them to stop it. They looked like they were gonna. Stop it.
We went back in.
They didn't stop it. We heard the mad cat sounds again. We went out again. Same deal, they were just on the other side of my gate.
"Mommy! You better get out here!" This time Georgie and Pearl were using their teeth and claws and tearing out each other's hairs. There were little tufts of fur on the ground.
Mommy came out and got between them. Sister came out and made Georgie come inside.
Those cats! Why can't they just get along? Grrr!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737871</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 16:54:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737871</guid>
		<description>I am still waiting for Daddy. The soldiers have briefings and stuff. Daddy had a hold up on a couple ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am still waiting for Daddy. The soldiers have briefings and stuff. Daddy had a hold up on a couple of medical things and he thought that might set him back a few days. But they told him to attend the 8 hour mega-briefing today and we are waiting to hear from him about when he might be heading home. Maybe in a couple of days! 
Hope, hope, hope!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If I Didn't Have a Dog or Cat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737595</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Sep 2011 04:56:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737595</guid>
		<description>Thanks to Uno for posting this in the Schnauzers Rule group.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/505566">Uno</a> for posting this in the Schnauzers Rule group.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


IF I DIDN'T HAVE A DOG OR CAT 


I could walk around the yard barefoot.

My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.

When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like a kennel.

When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without
wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.

I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration
how much space several fur bodies would need to get comfortable.

I would have money, and no guilt to go on a real vacation.

I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians,
as I put their yet unborn grand-kids through college.

The most used words in my vocabulary would not be:
out, sit, down, come, no, stay, and leave it ALONE.

My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.

I would not talk 'baby talk'. 'Eat your din din'. 'Yummy yummy for the tummy'...

My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.

My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.

I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L,, W-A-L-K,,
T-R-E-A-T,, O-U-T,, G-O,, R-I-D-E,, C-O-O-K-I-E

I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.

I would not look strangely at people who think having
ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.

I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading 'mud' season.

I would not have to answer the question...
'Why do you have so many animals?'
from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing
they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an ANGEL
as they will ever get.

How EMPTY my life would be!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggie Jokes -- Thanks Doo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737481</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2011 13:15:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737481</guid>
		<description>Cool! Doo has been sniffing around the FB place and found some dog jokes for me to post. Thanks Doo! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Cool! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/553913">Doo</a> has been sniffing around the FB place and found some dog jokes for me to post. Thanks Doo! Enjoy Pups!

Silly Dog Jokes !!!! :)
Q: What kind of dog can fly?
A: A bird dog!

Q: Why does a dog turn around three times before lying down?
A: Because "one good turn deserves another"!

Q: Why did the policeman give the dog a ticket?
A: He was in a NO BARKING zone!

Q: What would you get if you crossed a sheepdog and a kangaroo?
A: A fur coat with pockets!

Q: What kind of transportation do dogs like?
A: Greyhound!

Q: Why did the dog jump into the river?
A: He wanted to chase the catfish!

Q: Why does a dog wag its tails?
A: Because no one will wag it for him]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Great Big Box!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737439</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Sep 2011 05:40:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737439</guid>
		<description>First off, gotta do shout outs to some of my pals! First off:
Gizmo is Diary Pick of the day!. Head ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, gotta do shout outs to some of my pals! First off:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1171473#diary">Gizmo is Diary Pick of the day!</a>. Head over to his page and get to know him and his furmily if you don't already.
Then for diary picks we have <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533/diary/One_elluva_dog">Ella!</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247/diary/The_adventures_of_jelly">Jelly!</a>. I just love it when my pals get picked. The only thing better is if I am one of the picks! Bol!

So anywhats, yesterday the lady mail deliverer pulled in. We all barked like crazy dogs. Tux gets the coolest Real High Pitched squeal and he runs around the house. Sure wish I could do that squeal thing. We all stayed inside and Mommy went out the front door. I got on her chair and looked and barked. The mail lady got a Great Big black box outta the back of her Jeep. I could tell it was heavy! It's kinda funny 'cause our regular mail guy works out and has big muscles and that box wouldn't have been heavy for him. 
But what if that was filled with stuff for me? Cool! The box had wheels on one end. Mommy pulled it across the yard and up the front steps. Oh, but before she did that, the mail lady had given her Another box and the regular boring mail. Mommy pulled the Big box into the living room and we got to sniff it. It had a kinda familiar smell but it had smells that were like far-away kinda smells. I dunno. Mommy bumped the Big box downstairs and didn't even open it.
But she opened the other box. Yep, sure enough, that was stuff for me. My Natural Balance food and a sack of healthy snacks. And some other thing that wasn't for me.
I wonder what is in that Great Big box? Maybe it is filled with surprises! Every time I go downstairs I sniff at that box. What in the world could be in there? And when do I get to see?
I'll keep you posted on that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pawty at Zaidie's!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737187</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Sep 2011 17:26:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737187</guid>
		<description>Don't miss out pups. Come on over to the End of Summer bash. Going on right now at Zaidie's Place
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't miss out pups. Come on over to the End of Summer bash. Going on right now at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039">Zaidie's Place</a>

I hope that is ok that I mention it here. There seems to be plenty of MEATZ&trade;. Check out his diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fish Food</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737067</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Sep 2011 06:57:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/737067</guid>
		<description>That's what I had for breakfast today. Fish Food.
Let me 'splain.

About an hour or month or so a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what I had for breakfast today. Fish Food.
Let me 'splain.

About an hour or month or so ago, I got the itchies and bumpies. I had to go to the vet and he figured I had allergies. After eating the sack of junk food the vet sold Mommy, she got me some other food. It is Natural Balance L.I.T. Potato and Duck Small Bites. I like that food. They have little sacks at our closest Petco but Mommy found a bigger sack online so that is where she has been buying it from.
My supply of food was starting to get low but the online place was out of stock! Oh Noes! What will the cute little Schnauzer eat? 
Well, Mommy ordered a small bag of my food. But it's taking awhile to get here and she doesn't want me to run outta food and starve. I told her I could eat some of the Meatz&trade; up in the freezer. :-/ She's not gonna let that happen.
So yesterday she drove and drove to the nearest Petco to buy a small sack of food for me. She made a special trip just for my food. Well, my food and Costco was closed.
She coulda got my kind of food. But she got fish food instead.
Natural Balance L.I.T. Sweet Potato and Fish Small Bites. She mixed a little bit of it in with my regular flavor this morning.
It is yummy.
Maybe you can try some fish food sometime. I recommend it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another joke</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736771</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Sep 2011 11:44:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736771</guid>
		<description>Ok, so this isn't about dogs but we thought it was funny.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so this isn't about dogs but we thought it was funny.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Texas and talks with an old rancher.

He tells the rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.”

The rancher says, “Okay, but don’t go in that field over there,” as he points out the location.

The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, “Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me.”

Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. “See this badge?

This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish…. on any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand? “

 The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.

A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased by the rancher’s big Santa Gertrudis bull……

With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he’ll get gored before he reaches safety.

The officer is clearly terrified.

The rancher runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs…..

“Your badge. Show him your BADGE!”]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A little longer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736717</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Sep 2011 07:44:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Daddy is safe and sound at Ft. Lewis Washington. He has called Mommy a couple of times but he will s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy is safe and sound at Ft. Lewis Washington. He has called Mommy a couple of times but he will soon be getting busy with all the stuff the soldiers have to do before they are allowed to come home.
He will be there for about 10 days which means he will be heading home next week sometime. 

I know you pups are almost as excited as me about when Daddy will be home. Well, axfurlly, truth be barked, I am pretty clam about it all. Mommy doesn't want me to get all excited and then the big let down when he's not really home yet. That's why I don't get to bark to Daddy over the phone or nuthin.

But it will be good to have him home!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maine man for a moment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736548</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Sep 2011 08:21:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736548</guid>
		<description>Daddy is in Maine! He gave us a brief call. Mommy got Very Excited when she saw Daddy's name and num ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy is in Maine! He gave us a brief call. Mommy got Very Excited when she saw Daddy's name and number on her caller ID.
She could hear the pilot talking. Daddy will call when he has more time and doesn't have to listen to instructions!

Closer and closer!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sniffing around again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736528</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Sep 2011 06:22:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so I am sniffing around the internet again. I gotta share this my pals. Enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I am sniffing around the internet again. I gotta share this my pals. Enjoy.

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Dog Talking To God

Dear God: Is it on purpose our names are the same, only reversed? 

Dear God: When we get to heaven, can we sit on the couch? Or is it the same old story? 

Dear God: Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a Dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We do love a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’? 

Dear God: If a Dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad Dog? 

Dear God: We Dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent ID’s, electromagnetic energy fields, and frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand? 

Dear God: More meatballs, less spaghetti please. 

Dear God: Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize? 

Dear God: Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a good dog. 

1. I will not eat the cat’s food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
2. I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
3. The Litter Box is not a cookie jar. 
4. The sofa is not a ‘face towel’. 
5. The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff. 
6. I don’t need to suddenly stand straight up when I’m under the coffee table.
7. I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house – not after.  
8. The cat is not a ‘squeaky toy’ so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it’s usually not a good thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Three New Antlers For Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736394</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Sep 2011 10:42:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy was moving my antler collection to vacuum under them. She told me she was gonna throw some of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy was moving my antler collection to vacuum under them. She told me she was gonna throw some of them away. They were getting kinda little. I told her they still had plenty of chew left on them but she said if Tux accidentally chewed on them he might swallow them and choke and we wouldn't want that to happen now would we. Yeah, well, whatever.
But I watched her rummage around in a basket of pet supply stuff. You never know what she might pull outta that basket. Sometimes it's good like Kongs. Sometimes she pulls out some de-tangler spray and a brush and comes after me and Drover. But this time it was good! She gave me a great big new antler! I took it over to the living room and started chewing away. A brand new antler is a really good thing to have.
Little while later I realized Tux had a new antler. I had to take that from him 'cause after all they are mine. And then I noticed Drover had a new antler too. Drop it Bub. He dropped it. I didn't have to say anything, just gave him the eye. 
Of course I can't chew on all three antlers at the same time but I grabbed one and went to enjoy it while Mommy used her computer. I sat under her, happily chewing away.
She moved her legs around. I moved too. She moved her legs again. I moved too.
She told me I was tickling her. With my ears. Oops, sorry Mommy. I'll go check on my other two new antlers instead.
They were safe.
It's good to get new stuff but I always have to provide security on Everything around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I lied!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736290</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2011 18:01:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736290</guid>
		<description>You know how I am always barking about my hu-sis never bringing me anything? Well, 'cept for pocket  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know how I am always barking about my hu-sis never bringing me anything? Well, 'cept for pocket lint one time.
She brought me a treat today! Can you believe it? She brought me a fortune cookie! Of course, I had to share it with Drover and Tux. But the tiny pieces I got were very tasty! 
I just about passed out when she told us about the cookie. I am not getting my hopes up that she brings me anything else, anytime.

Oh, and this is weird. Daddy will be done waiting in Ku-Wait. He will fly and fly and fly on a plane with a bunch of other soldiers. The plane will stop in a place or two to get more fuel and maybe a new crew. Then he will fly and fly and finally land in Joint Base Lewis-McChord, Washington.

BEFORE he left from Kuwait. 

HUH? How does that work? He will be flying backwards in time or sumfin!
I don't get it. Don't spend too much time trying to figure that out Pups. You will get a headache.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736162</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Sep 2011 09:26:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/736162</guid>
		<description>First of all, yes indeed, I have a Diary pick today. Thank you Dogster and thank you pals for messag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, yes indeed, I have a Diary pick today. Thank you Dogster and thank you pals for messages and gifties and Mick and the gang made my coolio top picture.

Waiting. That is what Daddy is doing. He just called Mommy. He is waiting in Kuwait. Waiting for a flight. But that is good. He is outta the Eye-Rack and is one trip closer to home!

Oh and you Pups, remember, I didn't come up with those jokes and funny lists. I sniffed around the internet and copied and pasted them. I can not take credit for writing those. But I am glad you enjoyed them!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Basic House Rules for Dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735766</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 15:25:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>1. If you have to throw up, get into a chair, QUICKLY! If you can&acirc;t manage that in time, get to an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. If you have to throw up, get into a chair, QUICKLY! If you can’t manage that in time, get to an Oriental rug. If no Oriental rug is available, any good rug will do.

2. ALWAYS accompany guests to the bathroom. It’s not necessary to do anything; just sit and stare.

3. Do not allow closed doors in ANY room. To get a door opened, stand on your hind legs and hammer with your forepaws.

4. When supervising cooking, sit just behind the left heel of the cook. You cannot be seen and thereby stand a better chance of being stepped on, picked up and consoled with food.

5. Once a door is opened, it’s not necessary to use it. After you’ve ordered an outside door opened, stand halfway in and halfway out and think about several things. It’s particularly important during very cold weather, rain, snow, and mosquito season.

6. Begin people training early. You’ll then have a smooth-running household. Humans need to know the basic rules. They can be taught if you start early and are consistent.

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Ok, I'll stop sniffing around for now. Hope you've enjoyed the funnys.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Top 10 Reasons Dogs Do Not Use Computers&acirc;&brvbar;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735764</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 15:22:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Top 10 Reasons Dogs Do Not Use Computers&acirc;&brvbar;

10. Can&acirc;t stick their heads out of Windows XP/V ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Top 10 Reasons Dogs Do Not Use Computers…

10. Can’t stick their heads out of Windows XP/Vista.
9. Fetch command not available on all platforms.
8. Hard to read the monitor with your head cocked to one side.
7. Too difficult to “mark” every website they visit.
6. Can’t help attacking the screen when they hear “You’ve Got Mail.”
5. Three words: Carpal Paw Syndrome.
4. ‘Cause dogs ain’t GEEKS! Now, cats, on the other hand…
3. SmellU-SmellMe still in beta test.
2. Saliva-coated mouse gets mighty difficult to maneuver.

and the Number 1 Reason Dogs Do Not Use Computers…

1. TrO{gO DsA[R,bN HyAqR4tDc TgrOo TgYPmE WeIjTyH P;AzWqS,.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A couple of funnys for my pals</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735756</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 15:04:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735756</guid>
		<description>I've been sniffing around the internet and found a couple of funnys for you pups to read. Hope you l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been sniffing around the internet and found a couple of funnys for you pups to read. Hope you like them.
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A man takes his Rottweiler to the vet. “My dog’s cross eyed. Is there anything you can do for him?”

“Well,” says the vet, “let’s have a look at him” So he picks the dog up and examines his eyes, then checks his teeth.

Finally, he says “I’m going to have to put him down.”

“What? Because he’s cross-eyed?”

“No, because he’s really heavy.”


Doggy Definitions 

LEASH: A strap which attaches to your collar, enabling you to lead your person where you want him/her to go.

DOG BED: Any soft, clean surface, such as the white bedspread in the guest room or the newly upholstered couch in the living room.

DROOL: Is what you do when your persons have food and you don’t. To do this properly you must sit as close as you can and look sad and let the drool fall to the floor, or better yet, on their laps.

SNIFF: A social custom to use when you greet other dogs. Place your nose as close as you can to the other dog’s rear end and inhale deeply, repeat several times, or until your person makes you stop. This can also be done to human’s crotches.

GARBAGE CAN: A container which your neighbors put out once a week to test your ingenuity. You must stand on your hind legs and try to push the lid off with your nose. If you do it right you are rewarded with margarine wrappers to shred, beef bones to consume and moldy crusts of bread.

BICYCLES: Two-wheeled exercise machines, invented for dogs to control body fat. To get maximum aerobic benefit, you must hide behind a bush and dash out, bark loudly and run alongside for a few yards; the person then swerves and falls into the bushes, and you prance away.

DEAFNESS: This is a malady which affects dogs when their person want them in and they want to stay out. Symptoms include staring blankly at the person, then running in the opposite direction, or lying down.

THUNDER: This is a signal that the world is coming to an end. Humans remain amazingly calm during thunderstorms, so it is necessary to warn them of the danger by trembling uncontrollably, panting, rolling your eyes wildly, and following at their heels.

WASTEBASKET: This is a dog toy filled with paper, envelopes, and old candy wrappers. When you get bored, turn over the basket and strew the papers all over the house until your person comes home

SOFAS: Are to dogs like napkins are to people. After eating it is polite to run up and down the front of the sofa and wipe your whiskers clean.

BATH: This is a process by which the humans drench the floor, walls and themselves. You can help by shaking vigorously and frequently.

BUMP: The best way to get your human’s attention when they are drinking a fresh cup of coffee or tea.

GOOSE BUMP: A maneuver to use as a last resort when the Regular Bump doesn’t get the attention you require….. especially effective when combined with The Sniff. See above.

LOVE: Is a feeling of intense affection, given freely and without restriction. The best way you can show your love is to wag your tail. If you’re lucky, a human will love you in return. If not, you can always sniff their crotches.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Good News</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735594</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Aug 2011 15:58:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy just found this on a local news site:
Some soldiers are arriving back in the U.S

Now, try  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy just found this on a local news site:
<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.localnews8.com/news/29018558/detail.html">Some soldiers are arriving back in the U.S</a>

Now, try as you might, you won't see my Daddy in that picture. He hasn't left Eye-Rack yet. But soon, very soon, unless there is a big sand storm that grounds the planes. 
There will be a time we don't hear from him and then we will hear from him and then he will be on a plane for a long time and then we will hear from him.
It's is getting nearer and nearer!

Hurry home Daddy! Your cute little Schnauzer is gonna be very happy to have you home!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Saturday, 6:30a.m.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/735052</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 08:04:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was just trying to be helpful. It's what I do.
It was still dark at my place. Mommy went to Siste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was just trying to be helpful. It's what I do.
It was still dark at my place. Mommy went to Sister's bedroom door. She opened it. She whispered to the Elliecat to come out. All three of us dogs were waiting at the door and Elliecat didn't come out for some reason. I went in to flush her out. Mommy whispered my name.
I jumped on Sister's bed to check for the Elliecat. She was not there. But Sister was! 
Hi Sister! How are you doing?!
Mommy kept whispering my name. Mommy couldn't see me in the darkness. Sister's voice sounded funny, kinda low and croaky. I was happy to hear Sister using her morning voice.
I decided to come out of Sister's room 'cause I thought the Elliecat was out by then too.
Go figure. Why was Sister in there, in the dark, under the covers, at 6:30 Saturday morning?
I dunno either.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An important article for your pawrents</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734986</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 19:57:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734986</guid>
		<description>Dog thefts are up, and it's not just little dogs. Here's an article for your pawrents to read about  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dog thefts are up, and it's not just little dogs. Here's an article for your pawrents to read about how to keep you safe!

<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.foxnews.com/opinion/2011/08/26/dog-thefts-are-way-up-can-protect-your-pet/">Dog Thefts are up</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There is a gift bag on the table</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734838</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 05:25:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can see a gift bag on the kitchen table. That means it is somebody's birthday around here. I guess ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can see a gift bag on the kitchen table. That means it is somebody's birthday around here. I guess it isn't mine.
Oh, yeah, it's Sister's. She is very old, like 22 or maybe 88.
I wonder if the gift bag is full of pocket lint? Prolly not, but that is sure what I would give her. This year though, I am giving her what she always gives me. Nuthin!

Gosh, it's been hot around my place. Not too hot to bark at stuff though. After they finished threshing the wheat, there are other big tractors working in the field. And then the irrigation pipe moving guys were working over there too. Plenty to bark at, lemme tell ya!

Mostly I hang out in the shade. Mommy has been working outside, before it gets too hot. She is moving that firewood the big truck dumped out the other day. She goes over around the garage and brings back loads of wood in the wheelbarrow. She has to ask me where to stack each piece. Otherwise she just stands there, wringing her hands. I am the only one that can make a decision around here.

Ooop, gotta go. I just heard Sister's alarm clock. She will get to check out the gift bag contents soon.

Bark at ya later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wheat's gone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734552</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Aug 2011 17:46:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Across the road from my place is a Big field with wheat growing. Well, it was until today. It's gone ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Across the road from my place is a Big field with wheat growing. Well, it was until today. It's gone now.
There were great big green machines called combines that cut off the heads of the wheat and dust and chaff come blowing out the back of the big combine machine. Then the combine shoots the wheat into a big trailer thing that is being pulled by a big tractor. 
I could see them coming. They started Way Over There on the other side of the big field. They got closer and closer to my place. 
I barked. And barked. And barked.
When they came to the corner of the field that is right across from my place, I Really barked. I barked them right away. It didn't take those big machines long to finish working in the corner. 'Cause I was barking at them to hustle along.
And the big combine machine tipped my mailbox over. Not all the way. I will send Mommy out pretty soon to stand it back up. Those drivers sure won't come back to stand it back up.
Now I will get to bark some more when some big tractors come to work the ground and make the wheat stubble go into the ground.

Living in the country is full of good things to bark at.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I nearly died</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734272</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 11:27:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I coulda nearly died.
I forgot to tell you that yesterday when I went to the torture place, s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I coulda nearly died.
I forgot to tell you that yesterday when I went to the torture place, she trimmed my nails and made me bleed. Almost to death.
You should have seen that place. There was blood everywhere. Course, it was cute blood. It was my blood. 
Like I barked yesterday, it didn't seem like it took very long. I am sure about it now. I Did pass out. From nearly bleeding to death, you know.
But I am just fine today. 
Plenty of good barking too. The weed mower man has come and gone. Good barking. We even got to go outside and bark at him while he was starting to mow. Then we came in and got quiet. Hmm, not sure why we did that.
Then a great surprise! A big truck backed in my driveway. I couldn't see what was going on but Tux could see out one window. He told me the truck was dumping a bunch of fire wood over on the other side of our garage. So we barked about that. Then we got to go out and bark that truck away and down the road.
I am kinda not used to all of this different activity around my place.
I need a nap.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whut?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734216</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 05:36:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm Not a diary pick today? I am outta the loop, no Bill Murray man around my place today.
But! My  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm Not a diary pick today? I am outta the loop, no Bill Murray man around my place today.
But! My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> Is a diary pick. Of course! How many times this month is this Big Dog? 
And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954910">Finley</a> has herself a diary pick. Barking about broken noses. Owww.

Congrats to you both.

A worker man will be here this morning. But I bet I will have to stay inside while he works. He is gonna mow down our weeds out in our weedy pasture place. He was here before. He has a tractor and a mower thingie. He can't hear me barking anyways. But I will give it a go just because I can.

And can you believe it? Again, the YummyMeatz&trade; man stopped at my front door! I saw him! I barked at him through the window!
Mommy told him to stop stopping at our place. Later she told Sister if he stops again, maybe she could wave a gun around! :-0!
Or maybe Daddy will be home and will run the guy off.
Hmm, I think the guy is stopping 'cause he sees us dogs. Forget the Meatz&trade; for the peepoles. Dogs need and want Meatz&trade;! He just doesn't unnerstan me barking at him. Yes! Yes! Yes! We want to have some of your steaks! Do you give free samples?
Maybe next time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not this day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734054</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 10:36:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/734054</guid>
		<description>I hope I don't have to live this day over. 
I just got back from the groomer/torture place. 

The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope I don't have to live this day over. 
I just got back from the groomer/torture place. 

There I was, snoozing on the bed, when Mommy snatched me up and carried me out the door. Just me. Drover got to stay home since Mommy had groomed him last week.
I really don't like to go in the car. I always wind up at a bad place like the vet or groomer. I shiver and shake and kinda hyperventilate a little. I even do that when I get to the groomer/torture place and they stuff me in a tiny cage.
At least I wasn't there for very long. At least it didn't feel like very long. Maybe I passed out and maybe I was there for hours or sumfin. I dunno. It didn't seem like very long at least.
Now I am safe at home. I sure needed to tinkle. I am tired now. I need a nice nap.
Mommy's camera was dead or she would have taken a picture of not fuzzy me. Maybe later if her camera revives.

In case you are wondering about the Froot Loops on my page. It's a reference to an oldish show called <i>Stargate SG-1</i>. In the episode called <i>Window Of Opportunity</i> a couple of the main characters begin to realize they have lived the day before. Over and over. One of the guys realizes this when he is eating Froot Loops.
Here's a picture of him:
<a id="img5930355975"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Stargate_Window_of_Opportunity_Fruitloops.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5930355975');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Stargate_Window_of_Opportunity_', 'Fruitloops.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Colonel Jack O'Neill and his Froot Loops</a>

That is why I keep barking about being in the loop with all my diary picks. I love it! But I am beginning to realize this has happened before! Bol!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The loop, loop, loop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733988</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Aug 2011 04:27:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733988</guid>
		<description>Halp! I am caught in the Diary Pick Loop!
I was just a diary pick on Sat. and I haven't even barked ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Halp! I am caught in the Diary Pick Loop!
I was just a diary pick on Sat. and I haven't even barked a new interesting entry.
Demon Flash Bandit musta sent a whole lotta doggie biscuits in to HQ to bribe the diary pick dog. DFB has a diary pick everyday! Bol! But honest, I haven't been doing that. I don't like to share my toys or my cookies. I can sometimes even snatch them away from Drover.


Please, save your zealies! Please don't send any gifties! I got lots you have already sent.


Thank you for all my wonderful pressies and messages you sent to me Saturday. Now get out there and bark at sumfin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It was a good day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733264</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 05:24:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733264</guid>
		<description>Woo Hoo! It was a good day yesterday! I was a diary pick. Thank you to all who sent messages and put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! It was a good day yesterday! I was a diary pick. Thank you to all who sent messages and put gifies on my page. It is good to be appreciated for my barking.
There was some good barking all through the day. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual: people moving irrigation pipe, trucks, cars, clouds, dogs about 88 miles away barking. You know, normal stuff.
There was a guy riding a bike past my place. Looks like he had a white Schnauzer running along with him. We've noticed him before and he always looks at us when he rides by. We just noticed his dog last night.
And there was a different guy moving the neighbor's irrigation pipe. He was hustling along getting the job done. We didn't get to bark at him much. It was getting dark and we had to come in. *sigh*
And I am so dadgum cute and fuzzy. Daddy will hardly believe how cute and fuzzy I am when he gets home. You see, I am gonna let my hairs grow and grow. Cuter and fuzzier!

Hey, it's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1091933">Sophie's</a> birthday today! Have a great day girl.

The rest of you too! Have a fun day, wherever you are!
Zoe, the cute and fuzzy, over and out.


*note from Zoe's Mommy: the groomer was ill yesterday and we have rescheduled for Monday.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And i should'a barked...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733020</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 04:32:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733020</guid>
		<description>I got so excited thinking about my lazy plans for the day that I furgot to mention Louie and Walker  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got so excited thinking about my lazy plans for the day that I furgot to mention <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1174300">Louie</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/855441">Walker</a> both have diary picks today.
I am the only girl pup with a diary pick today. And those guys are big dogs. Don't worry, I'll keep them from marking up the Community page! BOL!

I am in good company with those boys. I am pals with all of them.

* I woulda edited that other diary entry but that messes up the clicky link code and I didn't want to do that.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gonna be a great day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733016</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 04:18:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/733016</guid>
		<description>Woo hoo! All 88 gabilyun missing Schnauzers Rule group messages starting showing up in my pmail box! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo hoo! All 88 gabilyun missing Schnauzers Rule group messages starting showing up in my pmail box! We bark a lot in that group. We are mostly Schnauzers, you know. Barky Von Schnauzers.
And then I have a diary pick today! Woo hoo! Redford and his pack sent me my cool picture and it loaded to my page! We haven't tried to mess with photos since the Dogster upgrade. Lots of pups were having big problems.

And Please save your zealies! If you want, find a pup who doesn't have many gifties on their page and send one to them.
Hey, how about the Diary Pick of the day doggie? That would be <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955991">Zeus</a>. And his furbro <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955990">Apollo</a> has a diary pick. They left out the fursis <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955981">Daisy</a>. Head over to their pages and make some new pals.

Yep, it's gonna be a good day. In awhile I am gonna get up and have breakfast. Then go out and bark. Then maybe take a little snooze. Bark, play outside. Bark, play inside. Snooze. You get the idea.

Yep, a good day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Too bad for Drover</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732938</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 17:33:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732938</guid>
		<description>Bol! Drover got groomed by Mommy today. I didn't have to! Bol!
Oh, poor old Drover. Mommy even made ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bol! Drover got groomed by Mommy today. I didn't have to! Bol!
Oh, poor old Drover. Mommy even made one of his nails bleed.
Too bad.
I am sure glad only Drover got groomed. I am gonna stay fuzzy and cute!



*note from Zoe's Mommy - Zoe goes to the groomer at 9:30 tomorrow. Drover's hair was cut so short last time I didn't need to do much to him to get him looking good.*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hot and Cold</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732884</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 10:35:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732884</guid>
		<description>Daddy calls us everyday. Usually it is our mid-morning. That is his night time over there. I sometim ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daddy calls us everyday. Usually it is our mid-morning. That is his night time over there. I sometimes listen in the the convos between him and Mommy. It's mostly boring stuff 'cause they are both boring peepoles. Really, if you came to visit, you would fall asleep as you crossed the doorway. Well, after we all clammed down our barking. Then you would fall asleep.
Anyhoot, Daddy talks about how hot it is there. Sometimes it's 130F. I don't know what that is for my Canadianian pals, but trust me it must be hot. This is funny, but he has to wear gloves outside. 'Cause if he touches anything made of metal, his hands get burnded.
So when he gets to leave there, the hot place, he has to go to Ft. Lewis, Washington for a few days. It is cold and rainy there. Maybe not so cold, but he has been living in the super dry oven heat. There is gonna be a big change there for him.
And it is comfy here in Idunno. It might get up to 85 or 90 during the day. But at night the house cools off. Daddy will be needing to wear sweaters and long unnerwear when it is 70 in the mornings!
Bol! It sure will be good to have him home. I can snuggle with him on his recliner chair that I gave him for Father's Day long ago. I will help him stay warm.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Congrats! And it's better</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732848</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 05:22:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732848</guid>
		<description>Woo hoo! Congrats to my pals Ella, Demon Flash Bandit and Finnigan who all have diary picks today!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo hoo! Congrats to my pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1196360">Finnigan</a> who all have diary picks today!
Finnigan seems to be caught in the diary pick loop like happens sometimes. That's ok and if you don't know Finnigan yet (he's kinda new around here) head over there and make him your pal. He's a funny guy from over the pond.

The sky seems to be clearer this morning. Well, it is dark out there but it didn't seem hazy. It wasn't anything like those bad fires earlier this season down in Arizona and New Mexico. Nothing like Cooper and the pack had to put up with. Plus some of the haziness was probably from the wheat that is being harvested around right now. That kicks up dust and wheat chaff and makes the air bad too.

Oh yeah, and the peepoles were moving the irrigation pipe way late last night so Tux and I kept barking after we were 'posed to be in bed. I got in some bonus barks from that!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cough, cough</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732774</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 18:41:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732774</guid>
		<description>Yuck. It is real smokey/dusty outside today. Mommy said she saw and smelled smoke early this morning ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yuck. It is real smokey/dusty outside today. Mommy said she saw and smelled smoke early this morning. And now the local news is reporting a brush fire south of the city to our south.
We live in the big flat Snake River Plain. Usually you can see mountains way over that-a-way, about 70 miles away. And then there are some hills the other way about 20 miles away. 
Can't see much of anything today but'cept hazy yellowish sky.
Mommy doesn't like for us to go out and get wild and crazy and fill our lungies with that icky haze.

That's ok, I can do my barking from inside.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good, he's gone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732642</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 07:32:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732642</guid>
		<description>I mean that little Yorkie guy Mommy wanted to see on Saturday.
He's not listed on Petfinder anymore ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I mean that little Yorkie guy Mommy wanted to see on Saturday.
He's not listed on Petfinder anymore. 
That is good. Real good.

Now I need to come up with a way that Mommy only has eyes for my cuteness. You know, so she never looks at another pup and gets the wanties.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732428</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 07:10:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732428</guid>
		<description>The more I am thinking about this, the unfairer it seems.
Yesterday Mommy went to Petco. I am glad  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The more I am thinking about this, the unfairer it seems.
Yesterday Mommy went to Petco. I am glad that she didn't bring home <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.petfinder.com/petdetail/20507925?rvp=1">Daxter the Yorkie</a>. Really glad. And I am axfurrly glad she didn't bring home another kitty cat. I mean, we have about a gazillion (all spayed and neutered) around here.
The point is, she went to Petco. 
I didn't get a single thing. Not even one treat off of the treat buffet bar.
She brought home one of these:
<a id="img2364551203"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/-LoofaDogCatToy--436161505.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2364551203');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/-LoofaDogCatToy--436161505.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Loofah Dog Cat Toy</a> 
Come on! It's a Loofah Dog! I love loofah dog toys. This is so wrong. A loofah dog Cat toy. I am not allowed to play with it. I know 'cause I tried. 

Maybe I should contact some organization about the injustice of all of this. Or I could just go outside and bark at stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh so sad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732268</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 12:47:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732268</guid>
		<description>Isn't this just a shame? I am so toadally sad.
Mommy went to Petco. The little Yorkie wasn't there  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Isn't this just a shame? I am so toadally sad.
Mommy went to Petco. The little Yorkie wasn't there yet. He would be in later. And someone already wanted to adopt him. Mommy could have had her name put on a list in case it didn't work out. She didn't have her name put on the list. You know, so Daddy wouldn't be upset to find Another dog when he got home. 
I'm so sad, no little Yorkie to play with and share my toys. 
BOL!

She bought a little bitty cat toy instead. And petted some of the millyuns of kitty cats that needed home. And donated money to buy tennis balls for the shelter pups.
I can deal with that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How do you block a site?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732046</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 06:11:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732046</guid>
		<description>Does anyone know how to block a site to keep Mommy from looking at Petfinder?
Don't look at Petfind ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Does anyone know how to block a site to keep Mommy from looking at Petfinder?
<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/20507925?rvp=1">Don't look at Petfinder Mommy!</a>

This guy is even closer than those other two Yorkies. And Sister and Mommy are going tomorrow to the city he is in. And they will be really close to the Petco where the foster pets are shown. And Mommy was planning on going to that Petco while Sister goes to a used bookstore. 

I am doomed.

Wait, somepup contact my Daddy. He can go all PTSD and get Mommy to stop even thinking about another dog.

I need help here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Congrats, barking and zoomies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732038</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 05:05:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/732038</guid>
		<description>First off Congrats to Jelly

and to Finnigan
a couple of my talented pals who have diary picks to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off Congrats to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly</a>

and to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1196360">Finnigan</a>
a couple of my talented pals who have diary picks today.

So last evening the rooter tooter man finally showed up with his big truck and a bucket of dirt. We didn't get to go out there, Tux was able to peek out the window and he told us the gate was open. But that didn't stop us from barking like wild dogs. Tux can get this real cool high-pitched whine going too. He tossed in some of those while we were trapped inside.
We finally got to go out and we raced out the door laying down a spray of barking! We took off in all directions. Good stuff.

Then later, Mommy was inside and Sister took us outside to play. But it's just not right without Mommy, so we didn't play much. We just wandered and moped around.
Mommy came out and then we started playing. Tux with his tennis ball. Throw, throw, throw. Over and over.
But me and Drover got into a good 'ol Schnauzer "fight". We aren't really fighting but we sure sound ferocious. We go after each other. Charge and retreat. Growl and snap. Once we got so wild that we each got the zoomies. Plenty of room out in the yard. We even went synchronized once. Mommy and Sister were laughing at us. Drover went one way and I went the other. But it looked like it was planned. We each made the same size loop, only it was a mirror image of the other. We are a talented bunch if I do bark so myself.
That pretty much wore us out and by then it was even starting to get dark so we had to go in. Tea time for Sister and Mommy. Yawn.

What will today bring? Here's hoping you have lots to bark at at your place!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Diary Pick and waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731930</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 16:54:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731930</guid>
		<description>I had a diary pick today. Thanks to all of you great pals who sent me rosettes and left messages and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a diary pick today. Thanks to all of you great pals who sent me rosettes and left messages and to Forrest and his gang for my great pic. Big Dog Demon Flash Bandit even gave me a shout out in his diary entry.
Thanks pals! You are what makes this Dogster place the bestest place to hang out.

And we are waiting for the rooter tooter man to show up and fill in the hole in my yard that appeared. He was 'posed to be here about an hour ago but he never was good at telling time when he was here working on the problem. So I am waiting patiently. Listening to Light Classical music. Yawn. The blinds are pulled closed a little bit too. I guess that's so we can't see out very good. Bah. I had better rest up a tad for all the barking I plan on doing when he finally shows up.

Here's hoping you pups had some good stuff to bark at today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coyote Speak</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731760</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 16:46:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731760</guid>
		<description>You pups know I bark. I bark at lots of stuff. Like right now, I am barking at the neighbor dog I ca ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know I bark. I bark at lots of stuff. Like right now, I am barking at the neighbor dog I can hear barking. He lives down the road a ways.
Anywho, I do bark at almost evfurrything.
Except Coyotes.
Lemme tell ya 'bout it.

This morning, I was sleeping next to Mommy in our big bed. It was very early o'clock when we heard a lone coyote. It was kinda close, probably out in the potato field next to my place. Coyotes have a different kind of barky/howl sound. It is different than the way a dog sounds. Once you hear a coyote you know. That's what we heard. It must have been walking around. Making it's barky/howl sound.
All of us dogs woke up. I stood on the end of the bed. I can usually see out the window from there but it was dark out so I didn't see that coyote. Mommy checked and told us it was 4:15am.
I didn't bark at that coyote.
It was speaking in a different language or slang talk I guess. Whatever he was saying, I knew it was better to be quiet.
Mommy was real glad I didn't raise a ruckus. Something about Sister being asleep and no need to wake the whole place.
The coyote traveled on. I could hear a neighbor dog barking at it and then pretty soon it got quiet.
I wonder what that coyote was talking about?
Was it:
Where is the rest of the pack?
I can't sleep, I shouldn't have had that cup of coffee.
I am hongry and looking for a Schnauzer snack.

That is one time I know to keep quiet. Just keep on moving Coyote.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark fast</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731679</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 09:58:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731679</guid>
		<description>It was quick, but it was good. The rooter tooter man was just here. We weren't allowed outside. Grrr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was quick, but it was good. The rooter tooter man was just here. We weren't allowed outside. Grrr. 
We had to do our barking from the house. He was here and gone pretty quick.

Anywho, there will be more barking tomorrow about 5pm. He will be back with dirt. He will fill in the gaping hole that developed after Mommy watered out there. 
She shouldn't have done that. Everything was fine until she watered. But until tomorrow, we have a big piece of plywood over the danger spot.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting ready</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731633</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 07:07:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731633</guid>
		<description>Even though it is still a few weeks before Daddy is home, Mommy and me are getting the house ready f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Even though it is still a few weeks before Daddy is home, Mommy and me are getting the house ready for when he is home.
It's just been Sister and Mommy living here. So yesterday Mommy took down all the pink, flowery, frilly, lacey junk. You know, all the girly looking rugs, pillows and curtains. Gotta man-up the joint.
Just kidding about that. We don't have that kind of stuff. But Mommy did some cleaning and moving furniture. It's getting down to the wire of getting rid of old stuff. Once Daddy gets home, he will want to keep everything. Mommy wants to get rid of old junk.
She took an old desk and a rocking chair to the thrift store in town.
When she got back, she moved some furniture around. Then while I was on Daddy's recliner, she moved it around a little to clean under it. Then she pushed the recliner part all the way back and started to vacuum it. 
I was still on it! I nearly got swallowed up in the back of it! It was trying to eat me!
I decided to get off the recliner for awhile.
Later that evening, I couldn't find My toy basket. Mommy had moved it. It wasn't there, it was over there. Everything was safe though.
I think she is done moving stuff around. I hope.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Are you frustrated?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731609</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 04:58:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731609</guid>
		<description>Ok, so I am Really Happy our diary entries are showing up. And comments seem to be working. But I ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I am Really Happy our diary entries are showing up. And comments seem to be working. But I haven't had a pmail or Schnauzers Rule group messages since last Friday when Dogster went down.
But there is a group: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/group/Dogster_and_catster_server_upgrade-18517">Dogster and Catster server upgrade group</a> they are telling evfurryone to come over to if you are having problems. It's like they are trying to put out little campfires instead of taking on the whole forest.
Does Facebook ever have this kind of problem? I just don't understand why this can't be fixed. 

Grrrrr. That rant helped me feel a little better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>'Member that great big hole?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731553</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 19:19:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731553</guid>
		<description>That great big hole is gone. The rooter tooter man filled it in. Our water in the basement problemos ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That great big hole is gone. The rooter tooter man filled it in. Our water in the basement problemos are gone. Yea!

But tonight when we were all outside playing, Mommy noticed some smallish holes where the big hole had been. She got to looking and poking and lifting up the grass. There is a Deep hole there. And the makings of some more Deep holes too.

Out came the blue swimmy pool and a heavy piece of wood to keep the pool in place. 
Mommy is calling the rooter tooter man first thing in the morning.

If it's not one thing is more than one thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She Is kidding, right?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731489</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 16:52:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731489</guid>
		<description>So I have been doing lots of barking today. Important stuff. You pups know how it is. 
But Mommy is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I have been doing lots of barking today. Important stuff. You pups know how it is. 
But Mommy is getting "fed up" with my barking. She says there is nothing to be barking at.
She tells me she might just trade me in. On those two little bitty Yorkie dogs I barked about that are needing homes.
I told her, I bet they bark too. And they wouldn't be as good at security as me 'cause they are so little. Tiny little ankle biters. She says they would have smaller barks and two of them put together aren't as big as me. She says it wouldn't be as loud. She says they are probably better behaved. They would probably stop barking when they were told to.


She is kidding about the trade-in deal. Right?

I love you Mommy. &hearts; &#9728; &hearts;]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No, Mommy, No!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731347</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 06:51:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731347</guid>
		<description>No more doggies here. Daddy would be upset with you. I don't think I would like it either.
But Momm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No more doggies here. Daddy would be upset with you. I don't think I would like it either.
But Mommy would love to have a Yorkshire Terrier, sometime in her lifetime. Which is getting shorter and shorter. 
She shouldn't even look at Petfinder.

<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/20532627">Tinker Bell</a> and
<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/20532601">Twinkie</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The right switch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731321</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 05:02:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731321</guid>
		<description>It seems that Dogster HQ Finally hit the right switch to get our new diary entries to post. 
All th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems that Dogster HQ Finally hit the right switch to get our new diary entries to post. 
All those entries we were barking before must be gone far away in cyberspace.


Bark it up now pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here's one I barked years ago</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731309</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 04:48:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731309</guid>
		<description>Black dots

That's all that is showing for my pals' diary entries. Black dots under your names.
I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Black dots

That's all that is showing for my pals' diary entries. Black dots under your names.
I am getting sads. Missing hearing you pups bark about your days and adventures.
Keep barking. I will do the same.

We are gonna be busy when this Dogster place starts working again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whoo Hoo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731307</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 04:46:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731307</guid>
		<description>One posted! A diary entry posted!

Let's see if this one will. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One posted! A diary entry posted!

Let's see if this one will.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It was a dark and stormy night</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731303</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 04:44:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731303</guid>
		<description>Not really, it's a dark morning. And I am gonna test to see if this will post.

Some pals diaries  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not really, it's a dark morning. And I am gonna test to see if this will post.

Some pals diaries are posting and some aren't.

Cwazee.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The D word</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731083</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Aug 2011 15:53:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/731083</guid>
		<description>Mommy tells me it is getting closer and closer to the time when she can say the D word when I am aro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy tells me it is getting closer and closer to the time when she can say the D word when I am around. You know, the D word that I get so excited about hearing? So excited that I run outside and start Arrroooing when I see D? That D word stands for Daddy!

He will be heading home later this month and he will be home for good next month.

Then Mommy can shout the D word and I can get all excited!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Was Greyfriar's Bobby all a hoax?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730969</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Aug 2011 11:42:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730969</guid>
		<description>Hmm, Greyfriar's Bobby was another of the loyal dogs I found info about and barked in my diary. Now  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hmm, Greyfriar's Bobby was another of the loyal dogs I found info about and barked in my diary. Now an author is claiming he was a hoax.
You can read about it here:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://dogblog.dogster.com/2011/08/05/author-greyfriars-bobby-a-victorian-hoax/">Was it all a hoax?</a>

Let us know if anyone reads the book. Tell us what you think.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just in case</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730958</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Aug 2011 10:02:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730958</guid>
		<description>You know by now that Dogster will be down this evening for a few hours. 
From HQ:
Hi all! As of this ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know by now that Dogster will be down this evening for a few hours. 
From HQ:
<i>Hi all! As of this moment the downtime is ON for 3 p.m. through around 9 p.m. PST this Friday, August 5. If there is a last-minute change, we’ll post about it here.</i>

That sounds so optimistic. 
I've been around here long enough to know that when Dogster gets fleas, they are hard to scratch off. 
So, just in case we aren't able to bark at each other anymore, or for awhile, just remember:

BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Owney has his own stamp</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730859</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Aug 2011 09:12:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730859</guid>
		<description>'Member awhile back when I posted info about loyal hero dogs?
Here's an update about Owney the Post ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member awhile back when I posted info about loyal hero dogs?
Here's an update about Owney the Postal dog. He is commemorated on a US stamp! Cool huh? 
I found this on the USPS website:

With this Owney the Postal Dog (Forever®) stamp, the U.S. Postal Service™ commemorates Owney, the canine mascot of the Railway Mail Service. Beloved of clerks on mail-sorting trains at the end of the 19th century, Owney was hailed as a symbol of good luck. Today he is an icon of American postal lore whose story highlights the historical importance of the Railway Mail Service.

The stamp art features an original illustration of Owney, with many of his famous tags and medals gleaming in the background.

In the 1880s, during the height of the Railway Mail Service, clerks in the Post Office in Albany, New York, took a liking to a terrier mix named Owney. Fond of riding in postal wagons, Owney followed mailbags onto trains and soon became a good-luck charm to Railway Mail Service employees, who made him their unofficial mascot. Working in the Railway Mail Service was highly dangerous: According to the National Postal Museum, more than 80 mail clerks were killed in train wrecks and more than 2,000 were injured between 1890 and 1900. However, it was said that no train ever met with trouble while Owney was aboard.

As Owney traveled the country, clerks affixed medals and tags to his collar to document his travels. When John Wanamaker, Postmaster General from 1889 to 1893, heard that Owney was overburdened with tags, he gave him a special harness to display them all. During his travels, Owney accumulated more than a thousand medals and tags. Today Owney is on display at the Smithsonian Institution's National Postal Museum in a case that includes some of his medals and tags.

Art director Phil Jordan worked with veteran stamp artist Bill Bond to create this special symbol of the United States Postal Service.

The Owney the Postal Dog stamp is being issued as a Forever stamp. Forever stamps are always equal in value to the current First-Class Mail one-ounce rate.

Here's what the stamp looks like:
<a id="img2814608560"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/owneystamp.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2814608560');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/owneystamp.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">The Owney stamp</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An update on the Dogster downtime</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730787</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Aug 2011 15:37:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730787</guid>
		<description>This was posted in the group Dogster and Catster Server Upgrade
http://www.dogster.com/group/Dogste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This was posted in the group Dogster and Catster Server Upgrade
http://www.dogster.com/group/Dogster_and_catster_server_upgrade-18517



Straight from Dogster HQ:
<i>As of this moment the site downtime is ON for 3pm through around 9pm PST, this Friday, August 5.</i>

Be prepared Pups. Let's hope that won't be the last time we are able to bark at each other. :-0]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Inturder!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730717</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Aug 2011 20:18:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730717</guid>
		<description>Just on the other side of My yard fence! I could smell the inturder. Couldn't see it though. 
I wou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just on the other side of My yard fence! I could smell the inturder. Couldn't see it though. 
I wouldn't go inside when Mommy said "all dogs come!"
Sorry, can't hear you Mommy. Gotta bark. Gotta sniff. Gotta run from one side of the yard to the other. The inturder was over there too!
Sniff, bark, sniff. Let me see. I can identify this inturder. I am an expert.

Male red heeler cattle dog. Not neutered. Medium size, large head. Had a collar on or had recently had a collar on. Wandered around my yard, close to the fence. Marked a lot. Wandered off down the road to the east. Small white car stopped and got the dog in the car. Drove west.

Pretty amazing huh? Yep, I am a professional inturder identifier. Call me if you have any inturders you need identified.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Frizzy hair day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730546</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Aug 2011 08:27:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730546</guid>
		<description>Usually it's dry around here. We don't get much rain. But today it's a good day to stay inside. When ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Usually it's dry around here. We don't get much rain. But today it's a good day to stay inside. When we were forced outside earlier, my hairs got drenched. Now I have a natural wave going on. 
This is shaping up to be a boring day. It is real quiet and not much to bark at. Besides, when I Do bark in the house I get told to be quiet. Stop. Cease. Desist.

Sure hope the drizzle stops soon. This is gonna be a long day if it doesn't.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And still more rudeness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730544</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Aug 2011 07:54:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730544</guid>
		<description>You pups know that I usually stay in bed until I hear breakfast being served. Well, yesterday I got  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I usually stay in bed until I hear breakfast being served. Well, yesterday I got up a bit earlier. I went outside to do um, privacy please. Then I started doing some security work. Nothing big time. Just some regularly spaced barks. Just to let the bad guys know I was on duty.
Mommy called us to come in for breakfast. Drover and Tux are such slackers. They went in right away. No sense of duty. Not like me. I stayed on duty. Mommy called me again to come in for breakfast. And she called me again.
Can't you see I have important work to do here?
When I had barked enough warning barks I went in to breakfast. The boys were ready to go out. They had already eaten their breakfast.
They hadn't waited for me to come in so we could all gather round the food bowls and have breakfast together. At the same time at least.

Rude! No eat-i-quit either. Should I report them to Miss Manners?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rude Mommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730490</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 19:50:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730490</guid>
		<description>Ok, so Mommy put the puppy in the crate in the living room. We went to bed. Enjoying the classical m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so Mommy put the puppy in the crate in the living room. We went to bed. Enjoying the classical music. Argh!
Anywho, about midnight o'clock I started making the urka-gurka noises. Right by Mommy. I kept making the sicky noises. 
Mommy told me to get off the bed. Nice Mommy. Here I am sicker than a dog and all you can think about is the bed linens getting yucky. So I didn't get off the bed.
I kept up with the urka-gurka noises.
She pushed me off the bed! How Rude!
She got outta bed and told me to come on, go outside. I did a little dry heave next to the bed.
I went outside. 
I was fine after that. I didn't have any messy mess on the bed or on the floor or even after I went outside.
Sister's light was still on. She came out to see what was happening. Puppy woke up and started whining. She got to go outside.

Then we all went back to bed.

No more urka-gurkas or even puppy whining.

The next morning, after breakfast, Mommy and the puppy went away. Mommy was gone for a long time. Like maybe 5 hours or days or sumfin. When she got back, no puppy!

Today I have been free to play with My new toys. I love that marmot. And Drover better stop playing with the Knotty Bunny. That is Mine.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog gone puppy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730461</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:22:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730461</guid>
		<description>Ok, so the puppy went away and the typist has finally had enough naps and stuff to let me bark about ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so the puppy went away and the typist has finally had enough naps and stuff to let me bark about things. She has been pretty stressed about the whole water in the basement thing and then the puppy came right when she was starting to clam down about that.

So Mommy went away the other day. When she came back she let us out into the yard. She went into the garage and brought out the medium sized dog crate. She put the crate in the shade. We sniffed the crate. There was sumfin in there.

Sure enough. A puppy was in there. I could smell her. We all sniffed each other. Mommy opened the door of the crate. Puppy had to be dragged out. We just sniffed her. She was being cool, she didn't come out of the box a-barkin.

She was about my size but Mommy said she would grow bigger and bigger. She started sniffing around but stayed pretty close to Mommy. We were all being cool "adult" dogs. Mommy was talking to us about her. She was just here for the night. Mommy would take her for a ride the next day to meet her daddy.
I wish Mommy hadn't said the D word. I looked up at our driveway and garage to see where Daddy was! He was nowhere to be seen. *sigh*
<i>Note from Zoe's Mommy: I felt so bad for Zoe when I said the word Daddy. I always tell her "Daddy's home" when he pulls in the driveway. She gets very excited to greet him. I've got to remember not to say Daddy anymore until he gets home.</i>

We all stayed outside for a real long time. Mommy walked around the yard with the puppy following her. Puppy didn't pee or pooh. We went inside. Puppy peed in the hall.
She had been living in a barn at the foster mom's place. I guess she didn't know any better.

The rest of the day/evening was spent outside with the puppy playing with My outside toys or inside playing with some of My older toys. Puppy didn't get to play with My New Toys! HaHa!
'Member the Attn: Lucky Dog box that came a few days ago? I got toys! Cool toys like this:
<a id="img6146554639"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Marmot.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6146554639');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Marmot.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">A foot long Marmot</a> who grunts and squeaks! Love him!
<a id="img0166467007"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Knotty_Bunny_4d34a87bd43ee_90x90.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img0166467007');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Knotty_Bunny_4d34a87bd43ee_90x9', '0.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">A Knotty Bunny</a> Drover plays with it even though it's pink!
<a id="img9490446886"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/terryterradactyl.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img9490446886');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/terryterradactyl.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Terry Terradactyl</a> He's real big!
<a id="img2814338066"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/coraldragon.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2814338066');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/coraldragon.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">A Baby Dragon</a> This replaces the one that Jelly sent me a long time ago. That one finally couldn't be patched up anymore.

Anywho, puppy liked to play. She really liked Uncle Drover and tried to play with him. He was more interested in chasing a ball outside. And Uncle Tux got mad at her once and did some heavy duty growling to keep her in her place. She had been barking like she was a tough dog. Not around here little girl. You are just a young pup and don't you forget it. I tried to ignore her. I have other things to do with my time, security things.

When it was bedtime, puppy got put into her crate in the living room. Sister turned on the Light Classical music. Real soothing. Help the puppy not to whine her first night away from her litter mates. Blah, blah, blah.

So we all went to bed.

To be continued.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's going away soon</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730321</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Jul 2011 05:26:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730321</guid>
		<description>The typist has been too busy to update about the goings on around my place.
She showed up yesterday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The typist has been too busy to update about the goings on around my place.
She showed up yesterday afternoon with a puppy. Ugh.
Make it go away. I do not want to play with a puppy. I do not want a puppy messing with my new toys(yes, I got new toys).

The puppy is going away in just a few minutes. I will bark about my new toys and the puppy when the typist gets back home and things settle into the normal routine.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Attn: Lucky Dog package!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730189</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 20:22:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730189</guid>
		<description>Yep, I got another package today! Another package that I didn't get to see what is inside there.
Bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, I got another package today! Another package that I didn't get to see what is inside there.
But! Mommy did tell me I would get to see the goodies in another day or so!
Here's why I have to wait.
There will be a puppy here tomorrow night. Mommy is picking him up tomorrow from the Wyoming shelter lady. Then Mommy will drive him to meet his furever daddy on Saturday morning.
Then I will get my surprises in the Attn: Lucky Dog box. She doesn't want the puppy to destroy my new goodies!

Oh, I wonder what I will be getting!?!
I will let you know about the puppy and then about my surprises.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There's a group you can join</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730090</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jul 2011 04:28:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730090</guid>
		<description>Hey Pups, there is a group you can join where you can ask questions and growl about the upgrade comi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pups, there is a group you can join where you can ask questions and growl about the upgrade coming. Here's the info and clicky link. 

Dogster and Catster Server Upgrade
SITE MAINTENANCE AND DOWNTIME IN AUGUST
A place for the Community to bark and meow questions, comments, and concerns about Dogster and Catster's move to a new server. Hosted by HQ!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/group/Dogster_and_catster_server_upgrade-18517">Dogster and Catster server upgrade group</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ut-oh. I got a bad feeling about this</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730066</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 20:56:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730066</guid>
		<description>Here is some news from Dogster Headquarters. Spread the word.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here is some news from Dogster Headquarters. Spread the word.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Hi all,

We at HQ just wanted to give you a quick heads-up: both Dogster and Catster will undergo a period of downtime towards the end of next week — we are not sure of the exact date right now, but we are targeting Friday afternoon, August 5, from 3 p.m. onwards. As soon as we know the exact, confirmed schedule we will post an update here, so please do check back!

The sites will be down for around six hours as we move to a much more modern serving environment. Please note that we are not making *any* changes to the sites, we are just upgrading our hardware and Internet collocation.

We know that many of you have pawties/weddings and other pawsome events in your groups/forums on the weekends and don’t want to be party poopers, but we strongly recommend that any Dogster/Catster events scheduled between August 5 and 7 be rescheduled as we work out any kinks from the server move that weekend.

Should you be on the site the weekend of August 5th and see any glaring issues, please drop us a note in the Dogster and Catster Server Upgrade Group, which we created for feedback after the server switch. We will be working hard to address any bugs you run into during this time.

P.S. If you have any current issues with the site, please e-mail support@dogster.com as usual, this group is not for anything but post-server upgrade problems.

Thanks for reading! Much woof and meow!

Your pals at HQ]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where'd they go?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730023</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jul 2011 15:27:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/730023</guid>
		<description>You know those holes in My backyard? They are gone.
They were there this morning. I know, 'cause I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know those holes in My backyard? They are gone.
They were there this morning. I know, 'cause I looked around out there. I sniffed the dirt and rocks (good smells there). I saw the boys peeing on the tarps under the dirt and rocks.
Two worker guys showed up. We had to stay inside. 
We barked. A lot.
Mommy went out and talked to one of them. She took out a little book that has papers she writes on. I think the little papers work kinda like the plastic card she uses when she buys me stuff. I know what was going on out there 'cause Tux can hop his front feet up on the window sill and look out and tell me what is going on.
We barked when the big rooter-tooter truck pulled out.
We ran around like crazy dogs when Mommy said we could go out.
Run around. Sniff. Bark. Bark. Sniff. Run around. 
Like that.

Mommy seems very happy now. She was on the brink of the deep end over all this water. Now she is kinda goofy with happiness. She feels pretty dumb 'cause she coulda had this whole mess fixed a long time ago. She thought the water in our basement was caused by the river being so high and making a lot of water be underground. The problem was that we had a big time plugged up pipe down under the ground.
She keeps telling me the lawn isn't very messed up. And she is gonna take like a 5 hour shower. Peepole get happy over strange things.

I can't figure out where those 3 big holes went.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It'll be Day 3</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729943</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 17:50:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729943</guid>
		<description>The mess in My backyard won't be finished up until tomorrow. Let's hope it gets taken care of tomorr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The mess in My backyard won't be finished up until tomorrow. Let's hope it gets taken care of tomorrow.
There is good news about our whole septic system. It was plugged. That can be fixed. There was a part missing. That can be replaced. It should last another 10 or 15 years with only needing to be pumped out yearly. We could give more details about the whole thing but it would prolly be TMI.
It's just that My yard is messed up! Three holes, piles of stinky dirt and rocks and I can't get out there very often to see what in the heck is going on. We can hear stuff. We bark from in the house. We got to go out a couple of times when the guy went away for something. Oh, plus, he was late getting here this morning and instead of 2 guys, only the one showed up.
We just went out while the guy was down in a hole. We barked like crazy pups. Tux looked like he was gonna fall in, he got so close so he could bark right in the guy's face.
So my story will continue tomorrow. Mommy Really hopes the job is complete then. She hates to think what the lawn is gonna look like. 
But at least there won't be water backing up in our basement.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Testing, testing, is this Dogster thing working now?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729900</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 11:13:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729900</guid>
		<description>Yuck, we had to stay away from Dogster this morning. Too many dog gone fleas. It was upsetting the t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yuck, we had to stay away from Dogster this morning. Too many dog gone fleas. It was upsetting the typist.
Well, we are waiting for the guy and another guy to come back to work on our septic system thing. They are gonna do something to something and it involves digging Another hole in My yard.
But good news, we don't need to have the thing pumped. These guys will unplug it and fix it and then it should be working like a charm. 
Mommy won't know what to do with all her time that she has spent going to the basement to check the water situation.

I will bark about the worker guys when I get a chance. Drover thinks he needs some 'puter time and Cindy got a lot of notice yesterday. Typist needs to get going with thank yous and such.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stinking barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729729</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 11:53:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729729</guid>
		<description>Woot! I had no idea it was coming but we got some super duper barking in this morning.
Lemme tell y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! I had no idea it was coming but we got some super duper barking in this morning.
Lemme tell ya about it.
You know that we have been having water problems in our basement. Mommy has been trying to deal with it until Daddy gets home from the Eye-Rack. The things she has been trying to band-aid it with aren't working.
She called a rooter-tooter guy to come out. He got here this morning! She invited us dogs outside and we saw his truck and we saw him. He went in the front door but not before we got to bark and bark and bark at him! Tux runs around like a crazy dog until his tongue drags on the ground. He is funny to watch when he gets like that. 
The boys stayed outside. I figured I better protect My stuff and go inside. I went inside and downstairs. I barked at the guy. He was letting water out of a black pipe. He talked to Mommy and he told her the inside plumbing wasn't what was causing our basement water problems.
He went upstairs and outside. All of us dogs came inside then. Mommy went out the back door. Me and Drover got on the big bed and could see the guy out in our yard. Digging a hole! We always get told digging is naughty. :-/
After more barking and Tux running around inside the house, we got to go outside again. Now there are 2 holes and piles of dirt in My yard. 
Then the guy left. We got to bark at him while he did that.
All that tuckered us all out. It was getting hot out there. We are relaxing in air conditioned comfort right now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barking before breakfast</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729676</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 04:49:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729676</guid>
		<description>I usually stay in bed until I hear the breakfast stuff getting ready. But this summer there are guys ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I usually stay in bed until I hear the breakfast stuff getting ready. But this summer there are guys that come in the potato field to move the irrigation pipe.
I can hear the boy dogs outside kinda barking. I start barking while I'm still in bed. I get up, run down the hall and go to the door. I am barking the whole time.
Mommy lets me out, I don't have to "wait". Something about Sister trying to sleep.
But then, when I get out into my yard! I bark and bark at the worker guys. I can just barely see them out there. It is still kinda dark. But I can see them a little and I can hear them out there.
I am telling them to get busy. Do the work fast. And watch out for Me.
It works every time too. By the time I come in for breakfast the guys have pulled out of the field.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mommy went shopping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729496</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jul 2011 05:17:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729496</guid>
		<description>So yesterday Mommy took off. Pretty soon Sister left too. We were all alone for hours or even days I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So yesterday Mommy took off. Pretty soon Sister left too. We were all alone for hours or even days I think.
When Mommy got home, I was so happy. I don't even like to go outside 'cause I want to greet her and ask if she got me anything.
She got a thing for the lawn mower. She got some bread, yogurt, cat food and dog food. Not my dog food. The mailman brings me my dog food.
She even went to Petco! Yeah, now you're shopping Mommy! Whudja bring me?

A new pooper scooper set.

yippee


Ok, to be fair, I should tell you that the mailman did stop at my place. We barked our heads off at him when he left a box on the front steps. 
Mommy opened My box when she got home. Yep, doggie treats All For Me! That will make up for going to Petco and only getting a pooper scooper.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lots 'o water</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729103</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 07:53:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729103</guid>
		<description>So we sometimes have water in our basement. Mommy keeps most of it swabbed up with towels. She final ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So we sometimes have water in our basement. Mommy keeps most of it swabbed up with towels. She finally realized the water was happening whenever the water softener "discharged" or something like that. She figured there was a plug in the line that takes the water out to the septic tank.
Ok, so I helped her and Sister rig up a big trash barrel and they put the tubing into that. Figured they could capture the water and then use our sump pump thing to empty out the water.
Well, we found out this morning, there is more water than a big trash barrel can hold. There was water all over one area of the basement. Mommy used the shop vac thing to suck up the water on the floor. Then she set up the sump pump thing to pump the water out of the barrel and make it go outside. 
The pump doesn't work.
She called the sump pump peepoles. She explained the pump had been used once to empty the water heater. 'Member when I got to bark at the plumber that replaced our leaky water heater? By using it to empty the water heater, that voided the warranty. Not 'posed to use hot water and it might have had sediment that messed up the innerds of the pump.
Gah! Mommy got the water on the floor sucked up. Now we just have to figure out what to do with a big trash barrel of water.

It is always something. I will get this figured out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guard dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729015</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 12:54:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/729015</guid>
		<description>You pups know that I am Head of Security around this place. Just today I have added another job to m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I am Head of Security around this place. Just today I have added another job to my resume.
I am a Guard Dog.
Lemme 'splain.
We were all outside when the mailman pulled in. I know that means he has a package. For Me.
We gave him a good barking of course. Then we all came in. Mommy put My package on the kitchen counter. She opened the box. I waited to see what was in the box. I knew it was for Me.

She didn't pull anything out of the box but 'cept some papers. 
Then she carried the box to her bedroom and set it on the cedar chest thing. I jumped up on the bed and waited. I waited for her to show me what there was for Me in that box.
She left the room.
She started watching that dumb tv show with that British woman and some poor dogs.
Pretty soon, I guess Mommy started missing me. I wasn't in the living room like the boys were. She knew I wasn't outside. She checked the pantry. No Me.
She came into our bedroom. There was Me. Staring at and guarding My box. My nose was almost touching My box. I just knew that box was for Me 'cause it had "Attn: Lucky Dog" on the address label. 

"Um, excuse me, but the label reads Attn: Lucky Dogs. Plural, meaning more than one."

Get outta my diary Drover! Get out before I bite you!

So anyways, I wanna see what is in My box. Mommy says it is for Christmas presents.
Has she never heard of Christmas in July?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Too Hot To Bark</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728981</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 09:11:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728981</guid>
		<description>You know I am kiddin' about that title!
It has been hot around my place. So I like to stay inside d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know I am kiddin' about that title!
It has been hot around my place. So I like to stay inside during the hottest part of the day.
But that is ok for the barking situation. Ya see, early o'clock, some guys come to move the irrigation pipes in the potato field next to my house. That is good barking. I can see the guys picking up the long pipe and carry it across the rows of potatoes to another spot to be watered. Sometimes they holler at each other. The pipes makes clanky noises. It is a good time to bark. Then sometimes there is one guy who moves the pipe in the wheat field across the road. He always wears orange gloves. This morning he got a shower from the center pivot irrigation thing. Bol.
There are random things to bark at during the hot day. The mailman. Maybe someone on a bicycle. Sometimes its a slow bark day.
But then in the evenings when it has started to cool off, we go outside. That's when there are some other people moving pipe in the neighbor's pasture. They are very slow. They mess around. They laugh and holler. It takes them hours and stuff to move pipe for just a few acres of pasture.
It is Very Good barking!
So you see, I work at my security job anytime. I'm dedicated like that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pocket Lint Sister</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728854</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 09:57:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728854</guid>
		<description>Sister went away to visit some friends who are working in Jellystone this summer. They went hiking a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sister went away to visit some friends who are working in Jellystone this summer. They went hiking and went to some town to shop. 
Sister got home last evening. Pocket lint. She didn't bring me a thing. Even though they got malled. She bought tea and books. She couldn't find the color yarn she was looking for. She wants to knit a hobbit cloak.

Gah! She is such a geek.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back away from the berries!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728694</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 16:55:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728694</guid>
		<description>We have some strawberries growing out there in our backyard. Mommy has surrounded them with some pla ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have some strawberries growing out there in our backyard. Mommy has surrounded them with some plastic fence. Then she put some netting over the top of them. 
Birds are always trying to steal those strawberries, so the netting protects them.
But the fence and netting doesn't protect them from the boy dogs.
I have to do that.
'Specially that Drover! He is so *sneak, grab, munch* naughty! He will stick his head right under the fence and *munch, smack* those berries! 
I run over there and take care of *push, squiggle, nab*  him. I let him know *yum, bite, swallow* that he is not 'posed to sneak those berries. Those berries *snatch, gobble, swallow* are Mommy's and we aren't 'posed to stick our heads *squeeze, sniff, snatch* through the fence and steal those berries!

Sometimes the berries accidentally get in My mouth.
They taste good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>North By Northwest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728648</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 07:06:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728648</guid>
		<description>Mommy won't let us go outside right now. Something about not becoming Cary Grant. I don't know what  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy won't let us go outside right now. Something about not becoming Cary Grant. I don't know what she is talking about but I am watching a yellow plane fly real low over the potato field. It is spraying out some white stuff when it goes over.

<a id="img6002902256"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/cropduster.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6002902256');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/cropduster.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Crop Duster!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank Yous!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728640</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jul 2011 05:58:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728640</guid>
		<description>This is gonna be toadally Not what Miss Manners wants me to do. But Pups, you were So generous with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is gonna be toadally Not what Miss Manners wants me to do. But Pups, you were So generous with the goodies yesterday, it would take me furever to bark out thank yous by pmail.
It was a good day for me! I barked to the workers moving the irrigation pipes that I was Dog of the Day. I even barked in an email to my human sister. She is visiting some friends at Jellystone. She will prolly bring me a ton of treats when she gets home tomorrow. Oh wait. This is Sister of the pocket lint. Never mind. I won't get anything from her.

So here goes! Thank you, thank you and thank you again for making my day in the Dogster spotlight so special!

The Summerville Seven, Abbie and Ebony sent me special pmail messages.
Redford and his gang made me a great picture.
Doo made me 2 pictures to post on my page.
Sabrina, Sophie Claire and Harley D. and the Stone Gang sent steaks to chomp on.
Howard, Sophie, Ebony, and Buddy Morris' pack sent pretty pink ribbons. 
Bella sent a blue ribbon.
Little Women, Lexie and Buddy Grau and Duncan and Hamish sent ice cream to enjoy.
Angel Georgie and her pack sent a pretty red rose.
Anya, Whitley and Walker and his pack sent beach balls to play with.
Demon Flash Bandit and Pennie sent me juicy hamburgers.
Fizzy added a hot dog to munch.
The Sassy 7 Pack, Sophie Bean, Zaidie and Sebastian gave me big trophies.
Ko Min gave me a blooming sunflower.
Hershey placed a star on my page.
Lucy and Daisy sent a sparkly diamond.
Jelly, River, The Barking Machines, Pepper, Drei Snarky Schnauzers, Daisy and Ella, Ernie Georgie and family and Finley sent me crowns. That's a crown for every day of the week plus an extra.
Plus there are all the wonderful messages and graphics you put inside the gifties! Finley, I don't know how you did that graffiti! Very cool!
I sure hope I didn't forget anypup! Thank you All for making my day so special. You are the bestest Pals any little Schnauzie girl could ever want!
Grab yourself a Frosty Paws to help me celebrate!
<a id="img5488992735"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/Frosty-Paws-Treats-for-Dogs.png" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5488992735');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/Frosty-Paws-Treats-for-Dogs.png', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Help yourself!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Would you just look at my page?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728597</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 15:30:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728597</guid>
		<description>You pups! 
You are keeping busy sending pretties to my page. Be sure to check out the very cool pic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups! 
You are keeping busy sending pretties to my page. Be sure to check out the very cool pictures Doo sent to celebrate my special day of honor.

This is getting my typist all kinda Nutzo, more than usual, you know. She is a slow "clicker" to open all the gifties messages and then she reads them all to me. It may take a month of Sundays to get them all opened! 
I am the Only one in this family that has Any kind of social life, even if it is the virtual kind. So all of the attention I am getting today is overwhelming the rest of the bunch around here. Mommy included.

But you know I love the attention! It is all about me today! BOL!

Ok, no burgers for me. But Mommy just picked some strawberries and is making some home made frosty paws. It may not be frozen for today but fur sure tomorrow!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get your priority straight</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728565</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 09:41:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728565</guid>
		<description>Ok, so like Ebony barked to me, I am the Dogster Dog of the Day and my face is plastered on the Dogs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so like Ebony barked to me, I am the Dogster Dog of the Day and my face is plastered on the Dogster home page. My page is being decorated with TONS of gifties from my super fantastical pals. I need to get to barking my thank yous.

Typist needs to go to town. For a haircut.
Does that sound wrong to you? Sounds very wrong to me. 
Hey, maybe she will bring me my own burger or sumfin for a special treat to celebrate my Special Day!

Hurry, get going Mommy!

Will bark at you later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Dog of the Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728543</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:15:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728543</guid>
		<description>O.M.D.
My mailbox was filled with messages from Dogster this morning. Messages about gifties and pm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ O.M.D.
My mailbox was filled with messages from Dogster this morning. Messages about gifties and pmails from my Pals!

I am Dog of the Day!

How cool is that?

I will be back to bark later. We have water in our basement this morning and the maid/typist needs to swab it up and wring out the towels to dry.

Thank you Dogster! Thank you Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Red Hen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728337</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jul 2011 08:35:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728337</guid>
		<description>'Member that story? The Little Red Hen planted the wheat, watered the wheat, gathered the wheat, gri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member that story? The Little Red Hen planted the wheat, watered the wheat, gathered the wheat, grinded the wheat and baked the bread from the wheat. In other words, she did all the work.
That is my story all over again. Lemme tell you why.
I am the Always On Security Alarm. All day, everyday. Count on me to not miss a single thing that needs barking at.
Even in the evenings. When the others are playing with Sister outside on a nice summer evening, what am I doing? 
Watching for inturders and bugglers and other no 'count types. 
Yep, just little 'ol me. The boys are goofing off. I am on alert. Sure, I play for awhile. Maybe have Sister throw a Jolly ball for me a couple times. Then my sense of duty calls. I sit and watch the road.
Just call me Zoe, the Little Red Hen/Schnauzer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I really gotta go</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728231</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 07:49:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/728231</guid>
		<description>And mean Mommy told Sister to keep us dogs inside!
Come on! I get hollered at if Notme goes in the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And mean Mommy told Sister to keep us dogs inside!
Come on! I get hollered at if Notme goes in the basement. What if I really truly gotta go? I need to get outside! How long we gotta stay in here? I am going Nutzo! I gotta get out!

Ok, so we can go outside now. Mommy had to spot treat for some bugs in our lawn. Then she put water on those spots. Now it is safe for us to go out.

Yeah, in awhile. I am good. Don't gotta go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bags o' Meatz&amp;trade;!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727848</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jul 2011 11:06:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727848</guid>
		<description>Mommy went to town. She got some stuff to flush down the toilet to try to help the septic system fee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy went to town. She got some stuff to flush down the toilet to try to help the septic system feel better. Same stuff that we flushed about a month ago. She hopes to keep the system cripping along 'til Daddy get home. Pray for our septic system! 
Now that is important but let's face it, it is boring. 
But that wasn't all she got in town.
She got Meatz™! And a lot of it! One big red bag was so heavy that she emptied out one of the other bags and divided up the Meatz™ so that she could carry the stuff into the house!
And how do I know it was Meatz™ you ask?
I Smelled it with my own cute little black button nose! The nose knows it is Meatz™! She put those bags down to open and close our gate. I was very busy smelling! She put the bags down to open the door. I was very busy smelling! She put the bags down on the kitchen floor before hoisting them onto the counter. I was very busy smelling!
It took her a long time to put all that Meatz™ into the freezer. I am not barking about one or two packages of hamburger here. I am barking packages and packages of roasts, steaks, all beef hot dogs and ground beef. It is All Beef Meatz™!
We need to get more gas for the grill but then ya'll come for a pawty!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is getting Almost funny</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727816</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jul 2011 06:53:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727816</guid>
		<description>And I'm not barking about Zaidie having another diary pick today. Congratulations BTW LWD!

This m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And I'm not barking about Zaidie having another diary pick today. Congratulations BTW LWD!

This morning when Mommy went downstairs, can you guess? Yep, water. This time from the drain overflow pipe that goes to the septic system. But I helped Mommy with the towels that were already there. They were sopping wet but she put them in a bucket, that was already there. We took them outside and plopped them over the solar clothes dryer. So there wasn't much water on the floor, most of it had been sopped up by the towels or went into the buckets. 
Me and Mommy don't really know what to do. We just had the septic tank pumped out last Aug. It should still be ok. If we have a worker man come to check it out, there needs to be an access for him. That means a hole needs to be dug in our yard to get to the opening of the tank. Daddy always does that part. :-/

It is getting Almost funny. Every morning we never know if we will see water or not. And it's always different where the water is coming from. 
Sure wish Daddy could come home to deal with this.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something was out there</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727809</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jul 2011 05:25:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727809</guid>
		<description>I love a good mystery, don't you?
This morning all of us dogs were outside, sniffing at one spot of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love a good mystery, don't you?
This morning all of us dogs were outside, sniffing at one spot of our fence. Sniffing, sniffing, sniffing.
Mommy saw us sniffing. She doesn't know what we smelled. What had been there during the night. Was it a stray dog? Cat? Coyote? Deer? Alien?
She will never know. Us dogs smell real good. We know what it was. We aren't telling.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Men: two. Barking: off the chart!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727725</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2011 12:00:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727725</guid>
		<description>What a great day to bark at my place here is Idunno (thanks Zaidie).
First off, the water filter fi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a great day to bark at my place here is Idunno (thanks Zaidie).
First off, the water filter fixer man was here. We all got rushed outside to bark. Mommy cmae out and put down Kongs stuffed with fruit and peanut butter to keep us busy while the fixer man did his thing fixing the water filter thing. I got most of the Kongs, they do belong to me.
After that man was done with the fixing, we came inside. It is Hot out there! Tux was panting like he was gonna, well, I can't think of anything, but he was panting A Lot! We all started to cool off and relax.
In a minute or hour or so we were all inside still chillin. Then there was a knock at the front door! The bark alarm went off again of course. And of course, we all got invited outside. Yep, sure enough, the bug killer man's little truck was in our driveway. We stayed outside while he sprayed inside. Then we came inside while he sprayed outside. Now we have to stay inside for awhile while the stuff dries. That is ok with me. It is Hot out there and with all the barking I am worn out.
Next in a minute or some hours the trash truck will pull up and take our stuff from our little dumpsters. I love to bark at the trash truck so I am gonna rest up and chill out to be ready!
Stay on guard Pups. But stay hydrated and be cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another man</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727699</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Jul 2011 05:55:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727699</guid>
		<description>I hear tell there will be another man at my place this morning.
Axfurly, I think it's also time for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hear tell there will be another man at my place this morning.
Axfurly, I think it's also time for the bug killer man to come around but this other man is coming to fix a water thing in the basement.
Lemme 'splain.
Yesterday Mommy went into the basement to get the kitty litter bag for the outside trash. Oh yeah, it's our trash pick up day. I like to bark at the trash truck. This is gonna be a good bark day!
Anywho, when she went into the basement there was water on the floor.
What is it with water in the basement this summer!?!
At first Mommy thought it was leaking out of the brand new water heater but it was axfurly coming outta our RO water filter gadget. Drip, drip, drip. She got towels and sopped up the water.
Then she called the RO water filter peepoles and the fixer man will be out this morning. She was able to figure out how to shut off the water to the filter thingie so it stopped dripping.

This is gonna be a great day for barking!
I will keep you pups up to date on all the excitement.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Through the miracle and magic of the internet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727516</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Jul 2011 11:08:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727516</guid>
		<description>HELP ME!!!

I am at the groomer/torture place right now! 
Somepup come and spring me outta here! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ HELP ME!!!

I am at the groomer/torture place right now! 
Somepup come and spring me outta here!

If I survive, I will have Mommy take some pictures of my un-fuzzy shrunk hairs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shout outs and other stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727406</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Jul 2011 10:40:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727406</guid>
		<description>Gotta give shout outs to a couple of my Dogster pals. Both Zaidie and Demon Flash Bandit have diary  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Gotta give shout outs to a couple of my Dogster pals. Both Zaidie and Demon Flash Bandit have diary picks today. Congrats to you guys.
Of course, I was a diary pick Yesterday. Before Z and DFB. Bol!
You can check out my very cool patriotic picture that Redford and his pack sent me. Thank you for all my other rosettes and nice messages you pals sent my way. You pups keep my page lookin' spiffy!

This day is turning out to be like any other day. But I hear there will be hot dogs grilled and some watermelon is chillin' in the fridge. I hope I can nab some of both.
I tried to help Mommy pick strawberries last night but she kept telling me to "leave it". The strawberries are hard to get to now. They are all covered up with netting and surrounded by a plastic fence thing. :-( She did give me half a berry that had been sliced because it was growing on both sides of the plastic fence.  
There is some good barking right now. The jogging neighbor and his 5 dogs just went by. We bark up a storm when he is right in front of the house. And I keep up with little barks until he turns around and heads back past our place. The guys lose interest but I stay on the job. The guy will be coming back pretty soon and then I will kick the barking into high gear again.

Stay safe tonight if you have fireworks around and they bother you. It's best to stay inside so you don't get too skeered and run off. Maybe you could listen to some music or watch TV or something to keep you mind off the big booms.

Ok, gotta go, the neighbor is heading back!
Barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark!!!!!!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I got goodies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727104</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jul 2011 10:07:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727104</guid>
		<description>Now I am sure the rest of you pups love it when your mail carrier person stops at your door. Or mayb ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now I am sure the rest of you pups love it when your mail carrier person stops at your door. Or maybe the brown truck dood pulls up. Or there is also a white truck with blue and green letters (FedEx) that just might stop at your place. This is always cause for some RGB (really good barking) around here. And it is usually pretty good 'cause Mommy shops online a lot.
Now lately we have been having quite a few deliveries. It's RGB, let me tell you. But Sister's Dr. Who t-shirts are boring. The new bedspread for my big bed is pretty boring. Some boxes to put junk in were boring.
But I never give up hope that there will be something for me in the boxes that get delivered. I turn on the fuzzy cuteness and sit patiently while Mommy opens the boxes.
And it paid off yesterday! The FedEx guy stopped yesterday and it was a Petco box! I could read the tape stuff!
I waited patiently while Mommy opened up My box. It was plumb stuffed with bags of dog cookies. Cookies made with apples, sweet potatoes, salmon, spinach (:-0!) and some other good stuff. Me and the other dogs wanted to sample all of the different flavors out of all the different bags.
We got to try some of them. Problem was, these are Very Large cookies. Mommy broke them into about a millyun pieces before we got a taste. Uh, I can handle a whole Very Large cookie by myself Mommy. No need to go to all that trouble to break them into small pieces.  
The cookies we sampled were Very Tasty. My bottom hits the floor fast when Mommy goes to the pantry where the cookies are kept. I am a good girl and if I "sit" I get a cookie.
I plan on doing a lot of sitting today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>9-11 Hero doggie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727062</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jul 2011 05:21:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/727062</guid>
		<description>Several months ago I posted several stories about hero dogs. I learned some sad news today. Roselle, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Several months ago I posted several stories about hero dogs. I learned some sad news today. Roselle, the pup who helped her blind owner down many flights of stairs to safety, has gone to the Rainbow Bridge.
You can read an article here.

<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.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2011/06/30/prweb8608483.DTL">9-11 Hero dog has gone to the Rainbow Bridge</a>

We salute you Roselle.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hold your rosettes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726669</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 05:59:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726669</guid>
		<description>Yep, I am a diary pick today. But please hold your rosettes! I love them, but please pups, don't fee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, I am a diary pick today. But please hold your rosettes! I love them, but please pups, don't feel that you have to send me anything.

And I think I will be getting my ice cubes back, eventually.
After they are used in court as evidence against the dood who took um.
You gotta know it's pretty quiet around here most of the time. We don't often get the big city noises and stuff like some of you pups are used to.
But last night Mommy was getting all of us tucked in. She heard a vehicle going fast along the little road that goes around our place. When she peeked out the window there were two cop vehicles, with their lights a-flashing, down to our south along the ditch/river bottom. It was beginning to get dark but she could see the cops put sum one in one of the vehicles. Like that person was getting 'rested, you know.

I am sure he took my ice cubes and then prolly hid out in the river bottom.
I sure hope I will get my ice cubes back!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ice Cubes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726625</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 16:36:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726625</guid>
		<description>My pal Zaidie has his own little pool out on his deck. He dives for ice cubes when it is a hot day.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pal Zaidie has his own little pool out on his deck. He dives for ice cubes when it is a hot day. He is a smart LWD. He sure enjoys his fun game.
I have a little pool set up too. Sister tossed in some ice cubes. I don't dive. I don't like to get wet. Not even splashed.
Sister then handed me an ice cube. I took it over there to save for later. I wanted another ice cube so she gave me another. I took it over there to save for later.
She told me not to name my ice cubes.
I told her I don't give names to what I am gonna eat. I was just saving the ice cubes for later.

It is later now. I can't find my ice cubes. I've been robbed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I just can't help it</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726518</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 16:29:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726518</guid>
		<description>When I get fuzzy, I am cute as all git out. I can't help it. 
I was born this way.
I mean, I am cu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When I get fuzzy, I am cute as all git out. I can't help it. 
I was born this way.
I mean, I am cute when I have just been groomed. 
But you wouldn't believe how cute I am when I am fuzzy. All I have to do is sit there. Mommy and Sister just smile and laugh.
I can really turn it on.

Now I know that all of you are simply adorable. Your families think you are the cutest pup in the world. And you are! 
But seriously. If you and your pawrents were to come to my place today you would see what I am barking about.
Your moms would prolly pass out from my cuteness. 
I am not braggin' here. I am just that fuzzy and cute.


On a side note. Even though I am Super-Cute, Mommy is a hard-nosed woman. I don't get any extra treats for the extra cuteness.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Flood Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726348</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 06:15:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726348</guid>
		<description>I figured you pups might like to hear an update on the flooding sit-you-a-shun around my place. Here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I figured you pups might like to hear an update on the flooding sit-you-a-shun around my place. Here you go.
The river level has been slowly dropping. We never had any "sub" water come into our basement and we never had any water around our place. So hopefully, the river will stay low and not cause any more worries.
That's not to say we haven't had any water in our basement. The first time surprised Mommy and sent her into a panic. That was when Sister took a real long shower, plus it had been raining, and lots of water overflowed from our septic system. Don't worry, it was clean water, not stinky gross stuff.
After that happened, I told Mommy to put some buckets and some towels down there to maybe catch most of the water if it happens again.
It has happened again. About 3 times I think. But now the buckets catch the water that overflows and the towels sop up what doesn't get in the buckets. Plus we don't have anything close that would be damaged if it got wet.
So Mommy isn't sure why we sometimes get the overflow water. She gets upset about it. She is starting to think the system is failing. I heard her talking to Daddy about it on the phone.
She was stressing out once and Daddy told her to put me on the phone. 
"Yes, Daddy?"
Daddy told me to tell Mommy to go to town and look for some stuff to buy that might help the septic system feel better and work better.
I told Mommy what to look for. She looked and found it.
We flushed the stuff in a toilet. Seems like a waste of money huh? Well, that's how to put stuff in the septic system to help it feel better. Then we wait and see if we get anymore water overflowing into the basement.
You pups can google septic systems or I can give a power point presentation if you wanna know about them. BOL

So that is it in a nutshell, as they say. I will continue to keep you up to date if anything exciting happens.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I help Mommy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726103</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Jun 2011 17:14:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/726103</guid>
		<description>So today I helped Mommy move a big bookshelf from out here to Brother's room and an old antique desk ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So today I helped Mommy move a big bookshelf from out here to Brother's room and an old antique desk from Brother's room to out here.
I supervised. She did all the heavy lifting.
The bookshelf went in fine. She got the books put on the shelves. I watched.
Then she got lazy. The antique desk has shelves that hold lots of old junk. Breakable junk. She took most of the breakable junk off the shelves. Not the top shelf. It had a lot of little breakable junk so she didn't want to mess with that. Plus the shelf part has a glass door to protect all the junk from dust.
I supervised as she wheeled the antique desk from Brother's room out to the dining area where she wanted it to be. Some of the little breakable things moved around. Then she forgot about them. 
In a little while she opened the glass door and a little bottle thing fell out. Onto the floor. 
It broke into a millyun pieces.
Mommy threw up her hands and started crying. "Oh, Zoe, what should I do?" she moaned. "Oh, what a mess. I don't know what to do!"
I sprang into action. "Mommy, it will be alright. Stand back. I will get it all cleaned up," I told her.
I fixed her a cup of tea and had her sit down in her chair. Then I got the broom and dustpan and carefully swept up the pieces. Threw that stuff away. Then I got out the vacuum cleaner and ran it around to pick up any tiny little pieces the broom had missed.
I was very careful to not miss any of the broken glass. I sure didn't want anyone or pet to step on the shards and get hurt.
I am thoughtful that way.
Mommy dozed while I was cleaning. I let her nap. I pushed the remote control to turn on the Light Classical music we have preset on the DVR. 
All is well now. I sure don't know what would happen around this place without me taking care of everything.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busted!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725918</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 07:35:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I was downstairs with Mommy this morning. She was doing some kind of hopping around and moving he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I was downstairs with Mommy this morning. She was doing some kind of hopping around and moving her arms, air-o-bics or sumfin. 
I had to go.
I started going on the rug over there. I was able to poop out a small little brown marble and a little tootsie roll before Mommy started hollering at me.
She saw me. I can't blame it on Notme this time. She told me to go upstairs and then she hollered at Sister to let me outside. I went outside.

So if you gotta go, you gotta go.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a Diary Pick today!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725750</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 15:56:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woo Hoo! I am sharing the Daily Diary Pick today with my big dog pal Anya. 
Thank you Anya for the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woo Hoo! I am sharing the Daily Diary Pick today with my big dog pal Anya. 
Thank you Anya for the purty pink rosette. Thank you Zaidie for the Father's Day giftie and message and thank you to Redford and the pack for the kitty cat gift and the special picture they put inside there. Thank you other pals for the nice messages you left or sent by pmail.
My Dogster Pals Rock!

Kinda slow news day around my place. Hung out in the yard while Mommy rode around on the mower thing. We have a lot of yard, so we were outside for hours or days. Now it's windy and cloudy so it's better inside snoozing.

Hey, tomorrow is Father' Day! Be sure to give your Daddy or Grampa some extra loving, if you have them around. Maybe Mommy will let me bark at Daddy over the phone. I sent him some licorice candy, a watch and some heartburn medicine for Father's Day. He liked the candy best.

Hopefully something Big will happen for me to bark at. If not, I will try to make up sumfin to bark about for you to read. ;-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Elk!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725250</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 17:19:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725250</guid>
		<description>Those of you who follow my diary know we have all kinds of wild critters around here. Deer, raccoons ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Those of you who follow my diary know we have all kinds of wild critters around here. Deer, raccoons, cougar (:-0), skunks, porcupines and coyotes. We even saw a moose once. Never have seen an elk around the area though.
Still haven't seen one on the hoof. 

I Ate Elk!

At Christmas Aunt Evil sent frozen burger patties made of elk Meatz&trade;. There were 3 patties left. One for Sister. One for Mommy. And, believe it or not, one for Me! Well, I had to share it. And we didn't just get it thrown at us. We had to do junk like "sit", "down" and "stay". Good thing we don't know any real fancy stuff. We wanted to scarf that elk right down.
It was very dee-li-cious and tasty.
I want some more please.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The guy with the new water heater</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725238</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 14:33:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sure enough, big truck day at my place. The truck pulled in. We went outside. And barked at the truc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sure enough, big truck day at my place. The truck pulled in. We went outside. And barked at the truck and the guy who got out of the truck. We barked a lot. Oh wait, I just remembered. Drover stayed inside! Hmm. He's so weird.
The guy came and went back and forth to his truck a couple hunnerd times. We kept barking. Tux was doing a great job with his barking so I told him to keep it up, I was going inside. Gotta make sure everything was ok in there.
What I saw inside was some covers over our carpet and down the stairs. Then I saw The Guy! Barked at him. A lot. Mommy told me to "stop". I didn't. Then she got the squirt bottle. That is Toadally against what Victoria Stillwell would do. 
I got squirted. I got quiet.
The guy came and went in and out, up and down a few more times. Then he was working downstairs. I got quiet and sat next to Mommy. I was calming her down. All that work going on was prolly stressing her. She was thinking about how much it was all gonna cost. What to fix for supper. Why birds suddenly appear every time you are near. 
Grown up junk like that.
Finally the guy hauled our old water heater up and out. I barked while he did that. He picked up the covers offa the floor. He showed Mommy some papers. Mommy showed him some plastic. 
Then he was out the door. No more barking at that guy for this little Schnauzie.
Tux came in. Gosh, he sure was outta breath. He really did a good job barking out there. He runs around a lot too.
We all went downstairs to check out the new water heater. Looks pretty much like the old one but 'cept this one is, well, new. And not leaking.
All in all, this has been a good day for barking. Wonder what I can see out the window. I will find sumfin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A diary pick for me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725063</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Jun 2011 19:04:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/725063</guid>
		<description>Thanks for all the nice messages and gifties you Pals sent to me today. Thank you to Redford and the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks for all the nice messages and gifties you Pals sent to me today. Thank you to Redford and the pack for the way cool picture to remember my special day.

Not much to bark about now. The workers seem to have finished up the job with the leaky irrigation canal. Kinda quiet today without them around to bark at.

But I hear tell Monday a worker guy will be here with a new water heater. Our has sprung a little leak. Seems like there is always some kind of water in our basement! Bol.
I will fur sure keep you up to date on the worker guy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need some help</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/724781</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jun 2011 04:41:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/724781</guid>
		<description>I have so many great and talented pals around this Dogster place and I am asking for a little help. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have so many great and talented pals around this Dogster place and I am asking for a little help.
You see, one of our garage kitties is the Catster Diary of the Day today! Her little white face is right there on the Catster home page.
Now for the help. Could one of you talented pups make a special badge thingie for her to remember her special day? Mommy doesn't know how to do those cool deals.
Here is Pearl's page.
http://www.catster.com/cats/309876


Thanks in advance!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Move the stinkin' lilacs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/724664</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Jun 2011 19:38:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There are some huge lilacs out in my front yard. They are all green and purple right now. 
They are ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There are some huge lilacs out in my front yard. They are all green and purple right now. 
They are blocking my view to the road. I can only see out part of the big living room window. There have been lots of trucks and tractors coming and going. I can't see out there very good to bark like I oughta be barking.
There has been Lots of action in the field that I can see from my backyard. A millyun times a days pick up trucks and workers come and go. Then there are tractors and big digger machines too. Mommy said they must be having problems with their big irrigation pipes. The machines and guys have been digging and it's all muddy back there. At least I can see that action from my backyard. A dog's gotta get in some barking.

Thanks to all my great pals for the nicies you sent to me yesterday when I had a diary pick. 
We are nice and dry in our basement. Sister and Mommy haven't showered since the water came in down there over Memorial Day.
Bol! Just kiddin'!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks for the PoP!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/724015</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Jun 2011 05:54:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/724015</guid>
		<description>You pups are the bestest! So far all the PoP you've sent our way is working.
We are staying dry. Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups are the bestest! So far all the PoP you've sent our way is working.
We are staying dry. The river has gone down, a little. There is still Lots of snow up in the mountains and as that melts, it will cause the river to rise. This could go on for a month or so.
But Sister and Mommy have been careful to not use Too much water. That is what happened the other day when Sister's shower water went into the basement. Our septic system was saturated and the water just backed up into the basement.
Thank you for all the good thoughts and pressies on my page.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Demon Flash Bandit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723877</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Jun 2011 03:58:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723877</guid>
		<description>Will you look it that! Demon Flash Bandit is Dogster Dog of the Week!
Woo Hoo!
You just gotta head ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Will you look it that! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> is Dogster Dog of the Week!
Woo Hoo!
You just gotta head over to his page and get to know him. He is a Really smart dog. And he is big and hairy too.

Rock on Big Dog! Have a great week in the spotlight!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sister broke it</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723718</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 May 2011 20:37:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ugh! Water in our basement this afternoon! After Sister showered Mommy went down to check about sumf ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ugh! Water in our basement this afternoon! After Sister showered Mommy went down to check about sumfin called sub water coming into the basement.
Not sub water but shower water was getting on the floor. Most everything is picked up so nothing got wet 'cept a little rug. Mommy called a neighbor who brought over a big shop vac thing. I stayed upstairs. 
He told Mommy the ground is saturated and so is the septic system. 
But get this! Mommy got to visit with his Two Little White Dogs! Yep! Zaidie look-alikes! They get to go riding with their daddy. Mommy just loved them! But 'cept one of them, Harley, wasn't really a LWD, he was a muddy brown dog. He still looked like a LWD underneath the mud though.
Gotta go now pups. Please send us PoP that we can get through this flooding without Too many problems.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The river is over there</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723415</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2011 08:50:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Now the trucks are gone. Well, the big trucks are still bringing in loads of Big rocks. But the dump ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now the trucks are gone. Well, the big trucks are still bringing in loads of Big rocks. But the dump trucks with dirt left.
They sat out there across from my place for an hour or day. Then they left. Mommy watched them go west and north.
Uh, guys, the river is to the south.
I shoulda been out there supervising them with my barking. Or maybe I skeered them off.
Hmm. I dunno. Oh well, it was great barking while it lasted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>High Water = Barkarama!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723411</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 May 2011 07:56:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Best morning ever Pals!
So we have a dike thingie a ways to the south of our place to keep the rive ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Best morning ever Pals!
So we have a dike thingie a ways to the south of our place to keep the river on That side. They must be having problems a little ways passed where we can see because there have been white pick up trucks coming and going for over a week now. But last evening, the men from the pickups were looking at the ditch and the river and Mommy started to panic all over again. She and Sister got most of the last little tidbits of things from the basement upstairs.
Now this morning! Woo Hoo! Big trucks! I am barking BIG trucks bringing loads of rocks are heading down there. And there are dump trucks sitting across the road from my place. The drivers are milling around. They must be waiting on the Big trucks dumping their rocks before they can dump their dirt.

BARK FEST!!! Lemme me tell you! It was great! I mean, they are still out there but we musta got tired of barking 'cause we came in when Mommy called to us. I think she let us bark away! Yippee!

More updates as they are available!

Oh yeah, Mommy says we are still dry. We are ok for now anyways.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Craziness in my neighborhood</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723093</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 May 2011 05:27:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/723093</guid>
		<description>Lots of peepoles going around my place to look at the river. Lots of trucks going past. Trucks with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lots of peepoles going around my place to look at the river. Lots of trucks going past. Trucks with sandbags. Big trucks with big loads of dirt. Coming and going for like 4 or 5 days or years. Men coming into my house and taking stuff outta my basement. Mommy and Sister taking smaller things outta my basement. Good thing Brother isn't here right now. He would have a hard time getting to his bed there is so much stuff stuffed into his room. 

Yep, we are expecting our river to flood. There is already some flooding of low areas. Mommy says in 1997 there was flood water all around us and in our basement. The peepoles that know about water and junk are saying this year may be worse. 
Mommy gets frustrated and starts crying. She says she don't wanna wear big girl unnerwears anymore. Daddy tries to offer suggestions all the way from Eye Rack. He is frustrated because he is so far away and can't help lift heavy things.

Oh well, I am enjoying barking at all the goings on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yummy Meats</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/722472</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 May 2011 19:37:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/722472</guid>
		<description>This is a fur sure knock-off of Zaidie's yummy Meatz&amp;trade; but the guys pulled into my driveway aga ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is a fur sure knock-off of Zaidie's yummy Meatz&trade; but the guys pulled into my driveway again this evening. I know, 'cause I was outside and started barking to beat the band. The boy dogs started barking too. It was the Yummy Meats van.
We saw one guy go around to the front door. Mommy came outta the garage and yelled to another guy. She had to yell, 'cause we were barking so much.
We were barking that we wanted some Yummy Meats! Mommy told the guy we didn't want the Yummy Meats!
Mommy went in the house and told the other guy we didn't want the Yummy Meats. She told Sister what part of "no" does the guy not understand. She said the next time he stops, she gonna tell him we are all vegans.

What a sad state of affairs things are in around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Smell Hooves!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/722312</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 May 2011 05:06:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/722312</guid>
		<description>I didn't get the memo about new hooves. I was sleeping. But now I can smell hoof smell all over the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I didn't get the memo about new hooves. I was sleeping. But now I can smell hoof smell all over the living room. There must have been a whole herd of cows in there! Or else the boys got new hooves and were chewing them while I slept.
That is toadally not fair!
I love the hooves that my pal Jelly sent to me. They are getting kinda little and one of them has gone away completely. Something about Tux being able to swallow it.
I will sniff out the hoof hiding place! I will find them and chew on My new hooves!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All Dogs Come!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/721972</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 May 2011 05:27:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/721972</guid>
		<description>If you listen when Mommy or Sister says this and you do what they say, you will get a treat. Gar-un- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you listen when Mommy or Sister says this and you do what they say, you will get a treat. Gar-un-teed!
This is, of course, another one of those things Mommy saw on <i>It's Me Or The Dog</i>. We practice inside, even when the garbage truck is right out there! Am I a traitor or sumfin for abandoning my barking post at the window for a yummy treat Mommy is offering to all of us?
The All Dogs Come even works outside when we are barking our heads off at sumfin. She stands on the back steps and hollers, she has to holler so we can hear her over our barking.
The other day I was the last to give up the barking. The boys deserted for the treat. I stayed on for awhile, barking the alert. I finally gave in and realized they might be getting More Treats than Me because they were already over there with Mommy.
Yikes! I can't let that happen! I gave one last bark at whatever I was barking at and came a-runnin'.
All Dogs Come. Hmm, I can give up Some of my barking for the good treats I get.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>At least it's not snowing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/721475</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 May 2011 09:16:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/721475</guid>
		<description>It is cold and windy and raining. It's been raining for a couple of days now. Who wants to go outsid ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is cold and windy and raining. It's been raining for a couple of days now. Who wants to go outside in all the rain? No pup I know.
Mommy says I need one of these: well, after going to the picture posting site, it is gone, but anyways, I need one of those umbrella hats. We would have to modify it to fit my body. We found a cool picture of a camo one that would be cool. But I wouldn't want to wear it anyways.
I'll just stay inside until it stops raining. Better move that baby gate to the basement Mommy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yesterday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720947</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 May 2011 05:38:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720947</guid>
		<description>Real early yesterday morning the peepoles were up and I could tell they were going someplace. Even S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Real early yesterday morning the peepoles were up and I could tell they were going someplace. Even Sister stumbled outta her room for a cup of coffee and then got dressed.
Daddy told each of us dogs goodbye. He didn't make a big deal outta it. But then they left.
When I heard the car pull into the garage, only Mommy and Sister came back into the house.
We heard from Daddy a few times yesterday. He is flying, flying, flying. He was in Dallas for a little while. Then he was flying to Germany and then Kuwait. We won't hear from him for awhile, until he gets to Kuwait.

Be safe Daddy! Hurry home! Your little girl misses you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tomorrow :-(</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720702</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 May 2011 05:16:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720702</guid>
		<description>It will be a sad, confoosing day tomorrow. Daddy has to leave at real early o'clock to go back to th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It will be a sad, confoosing day tomorrow. Daddy has to leave at real early o'clock to go back to the Eye Rack place.
It has been great having him around. I am my Daddy's girl.
I will miss him.
But Mommy tells me he will be back home to stay sometime after the summer.
That will be very good!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rabies Clinic, an update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720581</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 May 2011 06:33:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720581</guid>
		<description>Yesterday I barked about a dumb sounding deal. A Rabies Clinic in my little town. Dogster even gave  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I barked about a dumb sounding deal. A Rabies Clinic in my little town. Dogster even gave me a diary pick for that entry. Thanks HQ!
But let me give you an update. I can give you first paw experience about the deal.
Me, Mommy, Sister and Drover loaded up in the car. I am not a very good car rider. I pant and shiver and shake. I have found that car rides equal not good things. 
Groomers. Vets. 
Rabies Clinics!
Yep. We drove into town and pulled into a parking lot. There were some women sitting at a table. Sister carried me. Drover walked with Mom over to the table. Mommy started filling in some paper and answering some questions.
One of the women was our house call vet. She was talking to Sister while Sister held me. Suddenly, outta the blue, she stabbed me with a HUGE needle. Then I saw her stab Drover too.
One of the ladies handed Mommy our medals and we got back in the car. Went home.
We didn't get a treat from a magic window place or nuthin'. I wanted a milk shake but we just went straight home.
My advice is to run and hide if you hear anyone mention Rabies Clinic. 
Shoot. I would run and hide for any kind of car ride. I never get to go anywhere good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sounds Dumb</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720432</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 15:31:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/720432</guid>
		<description>Ok, so tomorrow in my little town, there is a Rabies Clinic.
I have always heard that you don't rea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so tomorrow in my little town, there is a Rabies Clinic.
I have always heard that you don't really want to have rabies. It is not a good thing. I mean, evfurrybody Always cries at the end of <i>Old Yeller</i>.
Why are they having a clinic for it?
What do they do? So the peepole go in or maybe take their dog or cat and you choose how to get rabies? 

A raccoon?
A skunk?
How about a little bat?

The whole thing sounds way too dumb to be true. What will peepole come up with next?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Outside Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719752</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Apr 2011 17:21:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719752</guid>
		<description>We spent most all day outside today. That's ok 'cause it was Finally a nice sunny, no wind day. And  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We spent most all day outside today. That's ok 'cause it was Finally a nice sunny, no wind day. And there were lots of things to bark at.
First thing, while it was still dark o'clock, Mommy, Daddy and Brother left. Sister is still gone. But when peepoles came back, it was only Mommy and Daddy. I haven't seen Brother all day long so I am beginning to think he had to go back to his Air Force school or sumfin.
But like I barked, we stayed outside almost all day. Daddy was riding around on his tractor pulling stuff behind it out in our weedy place. Mommy used the trimmer thing and then she rode around on the lawn mower. They were both busy peepoles out in the nice weather.
I think it is about time to settle down and watch a movie and have popcorn. That is a good way to end a busy day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two Walks in Two Days!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719566</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 05:30:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719566</guid>
		<description>It is so good having Daddy home! He is brave and isn't afraid (like Mommy) of taking all 3 of us pup ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is so good having Daddy home! He is brave and isn't afraid (like Mommy) of taking all 3 of us pups for a walk!
The first day I got hooked up on the tandem leash with Drover. Gah! That dog pees, poops and sniffs every other thing he sees. I am littler and I got pulled all over creation. But it was still a good walk.
The next day I got to walk on the leash by myself! Haha Drover! He had to be on the tandem leash with Tux. Tux is bigger than Drover so he got a taste of how it feels to be tugged around.
I hope we get to go for a walk today!
Yesterday Mommy and Daddy and Sister went away. We stayed home with Brother and played a little bit. When Mommy and Daddy came back, no Sister. She has gone to someplace called Nashville to some weird convention. She will be back in a couple days or years, I guess.
But I could smell CAT on Mommy. They went to some store that had a couple of store cats on duty. One of the cats was very friendly and of course Mommy had to pick her up. Got drooled on, kneaded and cat haired. At least Mommy didn't bring the cat home. The store lady kept telling Mommy she could have her. We don't need anymore mouths around here. Plus we don't have enough pet beds and human laps to go around. 
So to summarize. Whatever that means. Bol. I am having a great time with Daddy. I am still reading your diary entries and looking at any new pictures. Thanks for checking up on me too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, busy, busy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719331</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 04:57:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719331</guid>
		<description>I was outside almost all day yesterday. Once I got to go along with Daddy out of my yard and over th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was outside almost all day yesterday. Once I got to go along with Daddy out of my yard and over there to the grass on the other side of the driveway.
Remember awhile back when the big trucks came and workers trimmed our big trees and then cleaned up? Well yesterday Daddy and Brother worked with the firewood that was left. Then Mommy went out and cleaned up little twig things. And then Sister got home and helped with it all too.
I know this 'cause I was outside the Whole time the peepoles were outside. They came in for lunch and I came in for a little break. But the rest of the time I was outside. I got to bark at some big trucks working in the field across the road. There was a guy on a little motorcycle that went past and then past again. Barked at him. There was a person that stopped her car and took some pictures of the neighbor's pasture. Good barking then. There were other things I barked at but I don't remember what they were.
Rest assured that I am trying to keep up with reading your diary entries, Pals. I am not leaving comments 'cause I am well, busy, busy, busy. But I wanna spend as much time with Daddy that I can. And Brother too. 
Bark at ya later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>DADDY!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719064</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 15:56:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/719064</guid>
		<description>So this morning Mommy, Sister and Brother left. We heard them come back. Mommy opened the door. She  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So this morning Mommy, Sister and Brother left. We heard them come back. Mommy opened the door. She said, "Daddy's home!" and we all rushed out.
Sure enough! There was My Daddy! I was one happy pup. But I didn't get the zoomies! I just stayed with Daddy!
We all came inside and in awhile I got to sit with Daddy in his recliner chair.
I gotta go pups. I gotta spend time with My Daddy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One down, one to go</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718945</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 15:36:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718945</guid>
		<description>Brother is home! Mommy and Sister went away and when they came back Brother was with them! I went cr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Brother is home! Mommy and Sister went away and when they came back Brother was with them! I went crazy nutso when I saw him. I like my Brother. He is nice. Mommy told him he has big guns. He said he has been working on them. I don't see any guns. Right now he is staring at his laptop in his room.
But I sure like having my Brother home.
And we just heard from Daddy. He is in Atlanta and will know more about when he will be home once he gets to Dallas. Whatever.
I am sure I will be Super Crazy Nutso when Daddy gets home. I haven't seen him in like Furever! I kinda doubt if Daddy makes it home today. The little airport he will fly to pretty much closes up at nighttime. But tomorrow! Daddy should be home tomorrow!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More waiting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718892</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Apr 2011 06:33:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The phone rang real early this morning. I was asleep under the covers. 
It was Daddy. More delays.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The phone rang real early this morning. I was asleep under the covers. 
It was Daddy. More delays. He was calling from Shannon, Ireland. He would know more about when he would be getting home when he gets to Atlanta or Dallas.
I'm still waiting. Still barking.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting Closer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718790</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 11:41:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718790</guid>
		<description>We heard from Daddy. He was gonna be done waiting in Kuwait today. Flying, flying, flying.
He will  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We heard from Daddy. He was gonna be done waiting in Kuwait today. Flying, flying, flying.
He will be here tomorrow evening. Brother gets here tomorrow afternoon.

This is gonna be so good to have all of my family together, at least for a little while.

Continuing to bark the time away. I maybe better rest up some tomorrow for the grand reunion and Zoomie time!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Waiting in Kuwait</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718712</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 17:03:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718712</guid>
		<description>We had a phone call from Daddy. It has taken him a long time but he is now in Kuwait. And waiting fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a phone call from Daddy. It has taken him a long time but he is now in Kuwait. And waiting for a flight outta there. Then he will prolly fly to Germany or Ireland and then on to Atlanta and then Dallas. 
Then, finally, he will be heading home for a visit!
I gotta be patient. I will find something to keep myself busy.

Barking! That's what I will do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Delayed by Dust</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718642</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Apr 2011 04:28:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718642</guid>
		<description>So I am guessing that Daddy is heading home for some leave time. But yesterday Mommy got a call and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I am guessing that Daddy is heading home for some leave time. But yesterday Mommy got a call and Daddy was still in his place. There had been a big dust storm the day before and the flights were grounded. So there was a backup and Daddy had to wait.
This morning there is no email and hasn't been any phone calls so that is proly a good thing. No news is good news ya see.
Chances are Daddy is waiting in Kuwait. Waiting for a flight outta there. He told Mommy some soldiers waited in Kuwait just a few hours. One soldier waited two days to get a flight out. Ugh.

Of course, Mommy doesn't want me to get All Excited by talking about Daddy. I wonder if I will remember him. I bet I will. I bet I get all kinds of silly, crazy zoomies when I see him.
This is gonna be good! Oh, and Brother will be home for sure on Saturday for a week. Yippee! Walks and playtimes with my two favorite guys!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little cows, little barks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718440</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:01:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>So we were out messing around while Mommy was scooping poop. The neighbor's horses and some of the c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So we were out messing around while Mommy was scooping poop. The neighbor's horses and some of the cows were pretty close to our fence. 
I started doing a different kind of bark. Not an all out full alert bark. A little bark. 
There were three little baby cows over there. They were looking at me. I was little barking at them.
Mommy told me not to fret over them. Then it was time to come inside. I hope I can little bark at them again.
Now I am on duty inside. I am on bark duty every morning. I get on Mommy's chair and watch out the window. I bark at vehicles on our road and way over there. The gophers are really busy over in the wheat field across from my place. Maybe I bark at them too. They work at nighttime. Every morning there is a new pile of dirt. There are lines of piles all over around the edges of the field. Maybe I am barking at the gopher holes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sumfin's up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718430</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 05:16:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718430</guid>
		<description>Hey, first off, you Dogster Plus members! Did you see that we can now add 200 photos to our pages! W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, first off, you Dogster Plus members! Did you see that we can now add 200 photos to our pages! Woo Hoo! Thank you Dogster!

Sumfin is up around here. I can sniff it in the air. Mommy has been cleaning stuff and I think Me and Drover are gonna get baffs and toenail trims soon. Hmm. Wonder what is going on. I am going to give you a hint with this little acrostic (Big Word!) puzzle.

D is for Darling
A is for Adorable, I am that too
D is for Deafening, yep, that's me
D is for Dainty, well, not so much
Y is for Yelling. Sometimes Mommy gets upset with my barking
S is for Sweet but not super snugly

G is for Goofy like when I get the zoomies
I is for Incredibly Incredible
R is for Ruler of the Roost, at least my toys and chewies
L is for Lovable and making Mommy Laugh

Can you figure out what is going on? I will keep you in the loop when things develop.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shout Outs!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718095</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Apr 2011 06:14:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/718095</guid>
		<description>I think I need a new typist. I barked this entry way this morning and she didn't publish it for me.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think I need a new typist. I barked this entry way this morning and she didn't publish it for me. Grr.




Gotta send some shout outs to some pals today!

It's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1142109">Hammy's</a> birthday! He is a big one year old today! Pawty!

And some of my pals are diary picks today! Extra treats all around for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/598366">Petey</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> and Rudy and Izzy, AKA <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/899632">Mini Mischief</a>.

Whew. I was sweating it last night with this whole goofy government shutdown thing. That woulda meant half paycheck around here and then no paychecks. Or something like that. I heard Mommy and Sister talking about it.
How would Mommy have bought any treats and toys for me? 
Thank you government peepoles for such a wonderful job you do. :-/
I think I need to urka-gurka now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barking at the Big Trucks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717826</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 13:48:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717826</guid>
		<description>Oh yeah, it is a good day to be a dog at my place! So like I told you, our fence panels got opened u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh yeah, it is a good day to be a dog at my place! So like I told you, our fence panels got opened up. A big truck pulled in! Big noise! Yeah! Mommy wouldn't let us outside for awhile but when my eyes started bugging out from holding my tinkle for so long I finally got to see what was going on out there.
A guy was over there cutting branches and stuff offa our big ol' trees. He was in a bucket contraption way up there with his chain saw. Wow! Now this was sumfin I had never had a chance to bark at! So I didn't waste anytime. 
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!!!!!!
Tux barked so much, his tongue started hanging out. I think I got a sore throat! Bol
So we came in and let the guy do his job. Days later, we got to go outside again. The truck was in our driveway then. I saw the guy go around front probably to our front door. Good Barking!
I came in and rested a spell. Then another Big Truck pulled up. I got to go outside to BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!!! some more. Then I got invited back inside. It is real noisy out there right now and I don't have any little earplugs so I will stay inside while those guys clean up the branches and stuff that the other guy left.
Oh! And the mail person pulled in. Two packages! One had treats for me! I don't know what is in the other. Mommy put it in Sister's room.

Bark-a-rama today at my place! Life is good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So far so good</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717796</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 08:24:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717796</guid>
		<description>It is still early morning and the barking has been great! Horses over there. Bark and run at them.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is still early morning and the barking has been great! Horses over there. Bark and run at them.
The runner with his chocolate lab went by. SUPER good barking and no "stop" would, uh, well, stop all 3 of us from having a good ol' barkarama.
I am going to rest up. I just know sumfin else is gonna happen today. I watched Mommy go out and open up some fence panel things. Daddy would always open those up when he would drive sumfin over in our weedy pasture place.
I will fur sure keep you updated when sumfin happens!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The comment loop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717784</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 05:17:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717784</guid>
		<description>I had no idea my diary was so pupular! Mommy told me I had like 161 comments or sumfin. Petey pmaile ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had no idea my diary was so pupular! Mommy told me I had like 161 comments or sumfin. Petey pmailed me and said his computer had gone Whacko and repeated, repeated, repeated his comment. So instead of clicking to delete all the comments, I am having Mommy copy and paste the entry and all of your comments. Well, not all of Petey's comments. Bol. If I just delete the entry I loose your great comments and I don't want that to happen. So here we are.

The Disco Free Zone
Over at Zaidie's diary, he barks about nuthin' going on and he changed his diary title.
I am not gonna change my diary title but there's not much going on here either.
A little of revenge for us dogs today. Mommy went to her dogtor for an annual check-up thing. They took some of her blood and she got a shot! So ha ha and bol on her for when she takes us to our dogtor and we get poked and stuck with needles and junk.

Mommy has been reading a book. That in itself is amazing. But anywho, I wanted to share sumfin outta the book. We both liked it. This book is called <i>The Book of Stillmeadow</I> written many years ago by a lady named Gladys Taber. She had a country house in Connect-i-cut and she wrote about nature and gardening and her pets. For awhile she raised Cocker Spaniels and so this is about them but it goes for all of us kinda dogs.

<i>I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home. If I go to the village for half an hour, I am welcomed with a regular silver jubilee on my return. And there's never any reproach for my having gone. None of the "Well, I thought you never would get back; you certainly were gone a long time-we nearly gave you up." Only joyful excitement as the spaniels say, "How marvelous you are! Look, she's back again! Let's celebrate!" They act as if I had done them an incredible favor by coming home. It gives me a sense of richness, and a lovely thankfulness that I could come home. And when I am sad, I begin to worry about how they shall be comforted when I go down the road someday and don't come back.</i>

Are you like that when your pawents go away and then come back? We sure are around here. We rush outside and we are supposed to go potty but we don't. We have to get back inside to see Mommy. She is so exciting and the most wonderful Mommy. To us anyways.
Aren't pawrents wonderful?

Izzy: OMGOODNESS YES!!!! We wuff it when our Mama & Papa comes home. And same here. They always puts us out to go potty! But no one goes potty furst time. We are too excited and has to go in and get pets and kisses and treats. Then we go outside and go potty! BOL!

(pssst...I hope nobody takeded your Mama's temperchurrr. Poor Zoe's Mama, that are sooooo hooomillyating)

Zaidie: I r da same way - peepoles come home *BIG PAWTY*!! Go out - nuffin :D Go back in *PAWTY CONTINUES*!! 5 minits lader, I r wing, WING, WINGIN' dose Poochie Bells!! BOL!!

Fanks fur da shout-out, Zoe, I fink!!

Austin: Oh we're very happy here when mom comes home too. I'm not a barker but I bark a few barks whenever mom pulls into the garage...I'm tellin' her to hurry up and get inside and let us in!

Jelly: I am just so happy when Mommy comes home. It is the best part of the day! I love my Mommy.

Sophie: I start wait'n by the door about ten years before mom comes home from that job thingie she goes to.Then I go nutso happy. Dad always picks me up so I can give her lot's of Sophie kisses.When everfurbody comes home I go super nutso and Sophie kisses to everybody. I wait for big sister to come home from the peepole school too. I love my peepole!!!!!!

Finley: Oh we definitely has the big celebration when anyone comes home-- I dance around on my hind legs and spin in circles... I love it when they come home... and when they go out the garage door, I lays down by it and waits for them to come home and then PARTY!!!

Lil Bear: I does dat too. When mama leaf, I gets her shoe an lay wif it. Den when mama come home--PAWTY!!! I's soooooo 'cited to see her, I dances an jumps an squeal "MAMA HOME"!!!

Pepper: Oh, yeah, I'm always so happy fur another ball thrower to get home. "Good you're home, now you can throw my ball fur me!" Wags!

Whitley: I get real excited to see my momma, but sometimes I get a little mad at her too for leaving too long! She should be here playing with me!

Petey: Oh yes, I'm like that too...sometimes I get so excited that I might pee a little...bol]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I love it in the loop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717449</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Apr 2011 09:30:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717449</guid>
		<description>Yep, I am in the Dogster Diary Pick loop again. I love it there. 
You are such great pals. 
Sophie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, I am in the Dogster Diary Pick loop again. I love it there. 
You are such great pals. 
Sophie Bean and Anya have sent me pmails of congrats.
Chester, Zaidie and Demon Flash Bandit have left comments about my pick.
Thanks for noticing little me and my diary!

And a big 'ol Congrats to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1170062">Beanie</a>. He is Dogster's Dog of the Day!
If you don't know Beanie and Bacon and Izzy and Angel Ernie George, you don't know what fun you've been missing.

It's not as windy today. There are some plastic bags stuck on our fence over there. Mommy will probably go out and get them. Then I won't have those to bark at anymore. :-(
And the cows and horses are over in another place right now. Too far away to bark at. Maybe they will mosey over later today. They just stand there so I figure they must like to get barked at. Happy to oblige. 

Here's wishing you find something interesting to bark at today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Great Day. A Windy Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717389</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 16:58:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717389</guid>
		<description>Around here those two things went together today.
The day started out nice. We were all messing aro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Around here those two things went together today.
The day started out nice. We were all messing around outside. Barking at the horses and little cows and stuff.
But, like it does around here, it got windier and windier. I am talking really windy. Hang onto the storm door Mommy or it will blow off. Good thing I am low to the ground or I woulda been smashed against our fence over there.
And with the wind comes all kinds of junk blowing. About a millyun Walmart bags have been blowing past. There were a couple stuck on our fence. Lemme tell you, you gotta bark at those Walmart bags! 
And the leaves! Old brown dried up leaves left over from last fall kinda leaves have been blowing around. Again with the good barking!
Earlier before it got so windy I got to bark at a worker guy in the field over there. He was messing around with the irrigation pipe stuff.
I'm telling you, this has been a good day to bark! I sure hope it will be windy tomorrow. No telling what might blow past to bark at.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The dog who barks at horses</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717335</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 08:43:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717335</guid>
		<description>I don't mean to make you pups jealous but I do get to bark at horses. Just about everyday a herd of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't mean to make you pups jealous but I do get to bark at horses. Just about everyday a herd of them comes around just on the other side of my fence. It is great fun to rush up to the fence and then turn on the bark-i-nator. I like to stand in one spot kinda right in the horse's face. Then I bark. Tux runs back and forth along the fence. I think he learned that from Cindy. She would do that too before her legs got so bad. 
It is so much fun.
There also momma cow and some little cows. They are fun to bark at too. The little cows run away when I bark at them!

Come on over and you can bark at my neighbors too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A better day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717077</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 13:36:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/717077</guid>
		<description>Almost anything would be an improvement over yesterday. It is still windy and that makes it seem col ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Almost anything would be an improvement over yesterday. It is still windy and that makes it seem cold. But at least we have some blue sky, not clouds and rain. Mommy is in a better mood. Not great but better.
And it is trash pickup day! And I got to bark at the big truck when it stopped at the end out our driveway! Good stuff! And then I got a small snack when the truck came back by. It turns around at one of our neighbor's. So I get twice the barking pleasure!
And small snacks. I pretend to be distracted so's I can get the treats.
And with the wind doing it's thing there is always something blowing by to bark at. Plastic bags, big pieces of plastic, cats. Just kidding about the cats.
Oh, and the neighbor's cows have been hanging around close to our fence. Good barking there! They don't move too fast so Tux and I bark and bark!
It's about time to go out. I'll let you know if I bark at anything real unusual.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More of the same</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716969</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:57:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716969</guid>
		<description>It's cold and windy. It is no fun playing outside. But 'cept when the wind blows Drover's ear straig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's cold and windy. It is no fun playing outside. But 'cept when the wind blows Drover's ear straight up and he looks like a bunny rabbit. I point and laugh at him then.
And so I come inside. And get told to "stop" when I wanna bark at sumfin. Mommy even closed the blinds this morning so's I couldn't see the runner neighbor and his dog. I knew they would be coming back by, I had already had a chance to bark at them when they went that-away.
I saw a white bag blow by. Got told to "stop". Mommy was in a crummy mood 'cause she also told me to be "quiet", "shush", 
"that's enough" and then she all out hollered. Her face even leaked a little bit.
What is wrong with these Mommy's? They sure are a weird bunch, huh?
I sure hope Spring gets here soon. Then I can go outside and bark and bark to my hearts content.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A suggestion</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716651</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 11:39:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716651</guid>
		<description>If you feel an urka-gurka coming on, wait until your pawrent is on the phone. This gives you more ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you feel an urka-gurka coming on, wait until your pawrent is on the phone. This gives you more time to start cleaning it up. 
I urka-gurka-ed while Mommy was talking to Daddy. She pretty much threw the phone down when she saw me in the urka-gurka stance. Then before she could get me outside, I was starting the clean up. I was trying to be helpful. 
I went outside for awhile. Mommy must have gotten the area cleaned up while I was outside. I came in. Mommy tried to call Daddy back. Didn't work. Then he called her again.
I threw up again. She threw the phone down again while I started the clean up. She invited me outside while she cleaned up.
Sorry Mommy for making the freshly cleaned carpet kinda messy.
I *tried* to help clean up. She just didn't want me to.

Just remember to urka-gurka while they are on the phone or busy with sumfin. Gives you more time to clean up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nuthin' to bark about</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716510</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Mar 2011 07:00:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716510</guid>
		<description>The weather is yucky. It is all windy out there. I don't want to blow away so I will stay inside. 
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The weather is yucky. It is all windy out there. I don't want to blow away so I will stay inside. 
Boring, cold, windy.
I am just gonna stayed curled up on Mommy's chair today.
I hope she leaves the gate off the stairs so I can go potty in the basement if I need to.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Art of Barking At The Rain</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716265</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 07:33:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716265</guid>
		<description>Well, it's snowing so much right now, I can't see way over there a mile away to bark at school buses ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it's snowing so much right now, I can't see way over there a mile away to bark at school buses and trucks and cars and stuff. But a little while ago, we all went outside and it was just kinda raining. 
I was barking. 
Mommy thinks I am silly to bark at some of the stuff I bark at. She doesn't realize what kind of danger we are in without me barking to keep things away or keep things moving past our place.
I might just have been barking at the little sleety things that were coming down. But usually I bark at stuff Way Over There. See, around my place it's very flat and with a great big field across the road, I can see way over there. It's a mile away. Really. So I bark at that stuff on the road over there. 
It's an art.

Hey, Happy Birthday to my Big Dog pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/553902">Austin!</a> Wake up and pawty Pal!

Congrats to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954899">Whitley</a>! She has a diary pick today.

And looky at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1156280">Bacon!</a>
First he was named Pet of the Week at his vet's place. Now today he is the big deal Diary of the Day! Congrats to you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ice Cream!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716136</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 09:18:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716136</guid>
		<description>I forgot to bark about the other day when I got ice cream! It was Mommy's birthday, she is about 88  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to bark about the other day when I got ice cream! It was Mommy's birthday, she is about 88 or sumfin like that. I dunno, but I do know she is old.
Anyways, Sister and Mommy were sitting at the table eating carrot cake and birthday cake ice cream. I was over in Mommy's chair, looking out the front window. Letting out little barks on a regular basis. Mommy was telling me stop but since I wasn't getting any treats, I wasn't really stopping.
Finally I kinda slowed down with the barking. Mommy told me "stop" and that I was a good girl. I went over to the table for a treat and got a tiny dab of birthday cake ice cream to lick offa her finger. It was good. I wanted more. I didn't get anymore.
"You don't need a bunch of sugar in your system, Zoe" is what I was told.
Uh, yeah, like why are you eating cake and ice cream Mommy?
But it sure was good. I wonder if there is anymore of the ice cream left. Maybe I should start barking a whole bunch and find out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cisco is home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716082</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 19:40:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716082</guid>
		<description>Thanks for sending Cisco the PoP!

Here is a note from him sent to a group Schnauzers Rule:

We  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks for sending <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/812873">Cisco</a> the PoP!

Here is a note from him sent to a group Schnauzers Rule:

We got home around 1:00 but by then we were both pretty tired. Although I did run into the house and barked lotz at all my sisters and brofur.
We want to thank you for all the POP I could feel you guys all around me as I was being treated. Mom hopes to have time to thank you all personally for all the rosettes.
Because my spleen is still very enlarged, I am supposed to be resting quietly, no running, jumping playing etc. But all my blood tests still look good. I have a taped over shunt in my front leg and I have to go back on Friday for more IV stuff. I Ate my dinner got up to bark at the door several times when I heard something.


PoP works again! Thanks Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A box of goodies for Me, Me, Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716034</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 13:01:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/716034</guid>
		<description>The mailman pulled into the driveway. We were already outside to &quot;greet&quot; him. He had two packages! I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The mailman pulled into the driveway. We were already outside to "greet" him. He had two packages! I just knew they were for Me!
We even kinda stopped barking when he was pulling out and Mommy told us to "stop". 
So anywho, we came in. Mommy said one package was for her. Some boring clothes. Yawn.
But the other box was for Me! It had my name on it. No one else!
Mommy opened the box and there was a note from my pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly</a>. She said it is a combo present for Valentine's and Easter. She also said that her Mommy said the goodies are for Me, Drover, Tux and the kitty cats. Her Mommy can be so silly at times. Jelly knows all the goodies are for me.
There was a ton of goodies in there. A big doggie Sleepeez. A little doggie Nubbin Head. A raccoon Skinneeez. A Jolly Tug. A package of Salmon Snacks. A package of 3 hooves. And some little toys that Mommy said the kitty cats can play with. Oh and a fun pen with a Schnauzer on the top. 
I tell you what, we went for those hooves! We had never had them before. They are great! I recommend them. And they *should* last awhile. I was enjoying mine inside. The boys were outside with theirs (I was sharing). Then I went outside. I gathered up two hooves in my mouth and brought them in! I guess I have become a hoof hoarder. Bol!
We chomped on those hooves for a couple of hours or days or sumfin. Now we are gonna relax. Then later I will play with my new toys.
This is a busy, happy day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Urgent PoP needed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715929</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 14:57:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715929</guid>
		<description>Pups, please send PoP for Cisco. He was poisoned this morning while on his walk.
Cisco and his fami ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, please send PoP for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/812873">Cisco</a>. He was poisoned this morning while on his walk.
Cisco and his family live in Mexico and some %#*&#^ has been putting out poisoned food. Cats and dogs have been poisoned.

Please send PoP that Cisco will be ok.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rearranging the furniture</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715874</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 06:22:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so I a can handle it when Mommy gets the bug to rearrange the furniture. As long as I can still  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I a can handle it when Mommy gets the bug to rearrange the furniture. As long as I can still see out the windows (to bark at stuff) I am ok with stuff getting moved around.
But yesterday was a little bit weird. On second thought, it was a lot weird.
Mommy and Sister moved everything but'cept my big bed outta her bedroom. They put the dressers and the cedar chest thing in the hall. What was that about?
Then they moved a few small things outta Brother's room and Sister moved a couple of things outta her room.
Sister used the vacuum in those rooms. Then Mommy used a machine that looked like a vacuum. It made the carpets a little bit wet.
When she had finished in the bedrooms, they moved some of the living room furniture around. Some got pushed to one side of the room. Some got moved over by the dining room table.
Ok, so it was hard to get through the hall with dressers. Now it was hard to get around out in the main part of the house. My toy baskets were piled on the love seat. I had a tough time getting onto the arm of the love seat but I managed.
Then they did the same thing with the vacuum machines. There was no good places to snooze.
Mommy moved stuff around again. This time the stuff from that side of the living room got moved to the other side. I guess she couldn't figure out how to move stuff so that it looked good.
After all the moving furniture and getting the carpets wet, Finally they moved all the stuff back. Almost the same places they were at before! Makes no sense to me but at least I had my snooze spots, barking spots and my toy baskets back to the regular places.
Parents sure do funny things sometimes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Groundhog Day?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715762</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 05:22:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715762</guid>
		<description>Just like that movie that Mommy and Sister Finally got to see, I am a Diary Pick today. I was just p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just like that movie that Mommy and Sister Finally got to see, I am a Diary Pick today. I was just picked on the 19th.
Seems like the guy in the movie was needing to learn sumfin before his days stopped repeating, repeating.
Me on the other paw, know everything already. 
I am a good barky watch dog. 
I don't potty in the house, mainly 'cause there is a baby gate on the stairs to the basement.
I sleep all night long, the boy dogs are always waking Mommy up to go outside. 
I am cute whether I am freshly groomed or fuzzy.
I can "talk". I use a growly cute sound but it's just small talk.

I could go on and on about the stuff I know. But I don't want to sound like I am bragging. 
And I love being a diary pick. Thanks HQ for the honor!

But please hang onto your rosettes pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yummy Meats at my Door!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715657</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Mar 2011 06:50:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715657</guid>
		<description>You heard that right! 
A guy pulled into the driveway yesterday. He came to the door and knocked. O ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You heard that right! 
A guy pulled into the driveway yesterday. He came to the door and knocked. Of course, the "stop" command had absotootly no effect! We barked like crazy!
The guy wanted Mommy to buy some Yummy Meats. He didn't have the trademark like Zaidie's Meatz&trade;. Musta been a knock off brand. 
He had nice, thick steaks ready for grilling. I don't know what else he had, we were barking pretty loud.

Mommy turned him away! She said we didn't want any Yummy Meats. She said we didn't need any Yummy Meats.

What is wrong with her?! We will eat Yummy Meats. We want Yummy Meats. We need Yummy Meats. 
I gotta get that guy's phone number.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back in the loop?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715548</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 05:53:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715548</guid>
		<description>Here I am, a Diary Pick today. Am I back in the loop? Will I have a diary pick tomorrow or the next  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here I am, a Diary Pick today. Am I back in the loop? Will I have a diary pick tomorrow or the next day? We will have to watch and find out. Congrats also to my pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/544478">Sophie Bean</a>, she barks real good too and has a diary pick today.
Barking has been pretty good. Inside I have discovered that if I let out little barks, not too close together, I can bark and not get hollered at to "BE QUIET!" Bol. I did real good yesterday morning watching our deer neighbors moseying across the road. I would let out a little bark. Mommy would tell me to "stop". I would stop and then I could let out another little bark. Since the deers were moseying and not running, this bark, stop, bark went on and on! It was great!
And of course, there is no stopping my barking when I am outside and there is something good to bark at. The neighbors cows have been getting out everyday. Good barking!
This should be a good weekend. Peepoles might be out jogging or riding bikes and stuff. I hope, I hope, I hope! I will let you know what I get to bark at.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Notme in the Basement</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715287</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 05:17:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715287</guid>
		<description>And it was Notme for sure.
Cat Barf! We went downstairs with Mommy to check out stuff while she sta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And it was Notme for sure.
Cat Barf! We went downstairs with Mommy to check out stuff while she started some laundry.
There it was. Cat barf! A whole lot of food and some black hair. Georgiecat hair is what it looked like.
We all left it alone while Mommy got something to clean it up. At least Notme threw up on the concrete floor and not upstairs on the carpet or beds or someplace.
So there is even a cat Notme!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No green for me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715283</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 04:39:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715283</guid>
		<description>Ut-oh. I am going to the groomer's a little later today. That will mean I will be nekkid(!!!) for aw ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ut-oh. I am going to the groomer's a little later today. That will mean I will be nekkid(!!!) for awhile. I sure hope I don't get pinched!
At least my collar has some green. Drover isn't wearing anything green. I may have to pinch him, you know, with my teeth. 

In the meantime, we are waiting for our breakfast. Why won't Mommy feed us at 5:30am?
We aren't taking the time change thing very well at all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is a test</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715019</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 16:59:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/715019</guid>
		<description>Now we are being set up!
Sister went out to close the gate across the driveway. The neighbor's cows ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now we are being set up!
Sister went out to close the gate across the driveway. The neighbor's cows get out everyday. They like to come in our front yard unless we block them out.
So Sister went out the back door. No big deal.
Then there was a knock on the front door! This means business! Only strangers come to our front door! 
Bark!Bark!Bark! Then "stop" and a snack. Drover is a party pooper and doesn't even bark much anymore. Tux got whiney and started running around. Then we got quiet.
Another knock on the front door! This time, I was serious! I let out the Red Alert bark and didn't let up. Well, I finally did. After hearing the "s" word. A lot. Stop. Stop. Stop. Then I got my little treat.
Pups! What a scam! It was Sister at the front door. Mommy opened it up and in she came.
And Mommy clued Sister in on the sitting and waiting at the back door. So they can both be on the same page. Bah!

Oh, woe is me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More commands</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714966</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 12:25:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714966</guid>
		<description>Sorry pups, I have to confess after I had a furtastic bark-fest on Friday and over the weekend, it i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry pups, I have to confess after I had a furtastic bark-fest on Friday and over the weekend, it is back to "stop" and a treat. It is pretty quiet around here now.
And now we have to "sit" and "wait" at the back door. We have to wait nicely until Mommy checks and tells us "ok" and we are "good dogs". Sometimes if we try to crowd too close to the door she walks right at us and makes us move back. Rood!
The more she watches <i>It's Me Or The Dog</i> the more restrictions we get. I mean sure, we do get small treats, sometimes. But what is more fun that smooshing our noses against the door waiting for her to open it and then rushing out running and barking at full blast?!
What will it be next? 

I refuse to learn to run the evil vacuum, clean toilets or scoop my own poop. I will put my paw down if it comes to that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Part 2 of my Friday Bark-fest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714693</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 14:22:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy had come and gone a couple of times Friday. With the Rusty dog. She got home from taking hi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy had come and gone a couple of times Friday. With the Rusty dog. She got home from taking him to meet up with the shelter peepoles. 
Get ready!
A delivery truck pulled into my driveway! We were all outside so we didn't have far to go to start up the barking alert. A couple of guys got out of the truck. Mommy tried to get us to be quiet.
BOL! Funny, huh? I mean, 3 dogs, 2 guys in a delivery truck. 
No way are we gonna get quiet!
Drover did go inside with Mommy asking him to. I got carried inside. Tux was left out there to take care of those guys. I think he did nip at the tall guy! 
It was crazy wild chaos around here! Fun! Fun! Fun!
'Member I told you our washing machine died the other day? These guys brought a new one for us. They hooked it up and made sure it worked. They took our old washer away.
In all of the hubbub, Tux got put on a leash on account of because he nipped at the tall guy and he wouldn't settle down. Tux wouldn't calm down, the guy was fine. He kept running all over the place. Me and Drover kinda calmed down while the guys were working. Mommy and Sister were petting us and stuff. Sister was holding onto Tux's leash.
Then we got to go out and bark at their truck. Then they got ready to leave so we got to bark at them again. 
I wonder what will break next so that we can get sumfin new? I just love it when delivery/worker men are here!
Hey, maybe sumfin will break at your place and you can get some deliver/worker guys too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Friday Bark-fest!  Part 1</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714573</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Mar 2011 13:39:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pals are the bestest. I know you have been concerned about me learning to not bark so much. I me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pals are the bestest. I know you have been concerned about me learning to not bark so much. I mean, I am a First Class Barker. It is what I do. I bark, therefore I am. The barkiest dog around this place.
Never fear! I have not forgotten how to bark! Yesterday was proof!
Lemme tell you about it.
It all started out pretty normal like. Then Mommy left. She was gone for a very long time. Hours or even a few days maybe. Sister got home. Then Mommy got home. 
She smelled like another dog. But we were so happy to see her it didn't matter, much. We all went inside after greeting her in the yard.
Then we got to go outside again. This time there was a strange dog in our yard! I don't mean strange like he had green fur and little antennas instead of ears. I mean strange like we had never met him before. He was a stranger around these parts.
A sniff-fest commenced. He was sniffing our yard and us. We were sniffing him. He was a big dog, an Australian Shepherd. There was even a bit of growling between him and Tux but Mommy and Sister didn't let that go on for long. After that, we had to come inside. 
Drover and Tux stood at the back door and barked. I took up my position on the arm of the loveseat and barked. I barked like there was no tomorrow. I had a lot of barks to let out. Seemed like a good time to do that.
Good times!
Then we got to go outside again. The strange dog was gone. Then Mommy left again. When she came back, no dog. This time she smelled like she had been petting another dog.
Ok, so here is the deal with all the dogs.
The Australian Shepherd had been adopted from our favorite shelter in Wyoming. It wasn't working out for the family so Mommy drove for about a millyun miles to meet the lady to get the dog. Then Mommy brought him home to stretch his legs and potty. Then she took the dog to meet Ron and Mary Ann, the shelter people. They would take him back to the shelter to wait for another family to adopt him. And the other dog smell was Chloe, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. She belongs to Mary Ann and gets to travel along.
Here is the dog that was in my yard.
<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/18646729">Rusty's Petfinder Page</a>
Hope he finds a furever home real soon.

Now, when Mommy got back from the doggie drop (bol) my bark-fest wasn't over! I will tell you about the rest of it in Part 2.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stay tuned</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714487</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 17:28:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714487</guid>
		<description>I had a bark fest today! Yippee!
The typist claims she is tired and I have to wait until tomorrow t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a bark fest today! Yippee!
The typist claims she is tired and I have to wait until tomorrow to tell you all about it. 
It was a good day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad to worse</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714345</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 15:20:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714345</guid>
		<description>A FedEx truck just zoomed past my house. 
I did not bark.
It zoomed past again.
I did not bark.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A FedEx truck just zoomed past my house. 
I did not bark.
It zoomed past again.
I did not bark.
I did not get any cookie treats either time.


There is sumfin seriously wrong with me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I passed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714343</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 14:51:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The garbage truck stopped in front of my house. I barked a couple of times. I was fixing to let 'er  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The garbage truck stopped in front of my house. I barked a couple of times. I was fixing to let 'er rip but Mommy told me "stop" and I did. Then I got the little treat. When the garbage truck came back by (it turns around at the neighbors') I didn't even give a tiny bark.
Weird. I know. 
I mean, I am a proud Barky Von Schnauzer type. I can bark and bark and bark for hours.
But something is clicking with this "stop" command. I like getting little snacks. Hmm, I just barked at a car going by. I got the "stop" and no treat. Hmm. Maybe the treats don't come every time. Well, as long as the treats come most of the time, I can work with that.

Oh, and now we are getting a "wait" and a hand like "talk to the paw" thing. See, our door is in between two walls. Usually, we crowd right up to the door and Mommy can hardly get it open to let us out. We do have to sit after she has the door open, you know, before she opens the storm door thing. I think we are gonna learn to "wait" a little ways away from the door before Mommy invites us out.

Is there a way to delete <i>It's Me Or The Dog</i> from our gabilluns of stations?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Making Mommy Happy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714307</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 07:35:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Here are a few things I haven't barked at (much) since we've been working with the Victoria Stilwell ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here are a few things I haven't barked at (much) since we've been working with the Victoria Stilwell "stop" command.
Geese in the muddy field across from my place
School buses
The neighbor driving by on his tractor (not a single bark!)
The garbage truck driving past (one bark!)
Cars on the road a mile away
And some other little stuff that Mommy could never figure out what in the world I would be barking at.

It's all good. I still get to let out one or two barks before I hear "stop". Then I get a small treat and a "good girl". 
It is good to make Mommy happy. Especially when she told Sister the washing machine died this morning. That made her kinda sad. But I can make her happy!



I had to wait for Mommy to leave the computer.
Don't worry pups. I haven't forgotten how to really let the barking rip. We just haven't had much to bark about. No UPS or mailman vehicle in my driveway delivering packages. No runner man with his chocolate Lab. No neighbor walking with his five dogs. Our garbage truck that stops in front of my driveway. 

Just wait! There are a whole lotta barks waiting inside of me. They are gonna come out sometime!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ups and Downs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714161</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Mar 2011 05:19:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714161</guid>
		<description>Life is like that. There are good times and sad times.
Pretty girl Anya is The Diary Pick of the Da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life is like that. There are good times and sad times.
Pretty girl <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1117625">Anya</a> is The Diary Pick of the Day! Check out her bunny-filled page. I think she must be ready for spring to arrive!
My bestest pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly</a> has a diary pick today. She is barking about the snow that is coming her way. Sorry Jell, no spring weather for you yet.
But with the happy times there is always some sadness. Could you pups send some love to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/312758">Mr. Popo</a>? He had to make the journey to the Rainbow Bridge and his family is sad.
Also another one of my pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/517115">Cookie</a> will be making the journey today. Her family has helped her have a wonderful life even with some trying problems they have had to deal with. Please send love to Cookie's family. Her mistress is a sweet young lady.

On another note, I will try to get a picture of me and my new collar. But I am pretty scruffy looking. I may have to get brushed just for a quick photo shoot! Ugh.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New collar</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714136</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Mar 2011 19:04:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/714136</guid>
		<description>So Drover went to the vet and I got a new collar. I am good with that.
And just a few minutes ago o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Drover went to the vet and I got a new collar. I am good with that.
And just a few minutes ago our Georgiecat wanted out. Heck, I wanted out too. But Mommy turned on the porch light before she opened the door. There was a raccoon on sniffing our wood! Right on our back steps!
Of course I didn't get to go outside right away. Sister got a flashlight and she could see it still in our yard! It was over by the neighbors pasture. But it took off over the fence when the light shined on it.
Wow, when we got to go outside, we didn't even bark! We were having a sniff-fest! That raccoon had been over there and over there and then way over there.
Always sumfin exciting going on around here. First cougar, now we gotta be on the alert for raccoon.
Don't worry pups! We will be careful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713985</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Mar 2011 11:54:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713985</guid>
		<description>When Greta Grace told Mommy to watch It's Me Or the Dog on our new Directv, I figgered I was doomed. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/576132">Greta Grace</a> told Mommy to watch <i>It's Me Or the Dog</i> on our new Directv, I figgered I was doomed. I was ready to give G.G. a piece of my mind.
But you know what? I like the show. I mean, I am not really watching it. And we don't even bark when the dogs on there are barking. I know, weird huh? Let me 'splain.
We watched a show today about 3 little white dogs. Not LWDs. Different kinds. But they were sure good at barking! I mean, high pitched yips! Ear splitting yips.
Now what I am going to tell you next, you will think I have lost it. Gone off the deep end. 
I liked learning what those little white dogs learned to get them to stop their barking.
Let me tell you about it. It is good!
Victoria Stilwell had a handful of small yummy treats. The little white dogs were sitting in front of her. She said "stop" in a firm voice. She gave them a small treat. She repeated the "stop" command several times. She was "charging" the word stop. Then someone knocked on their door. When they started their yipping V.S. said "stop". And they did! Then they got their small treats.
Amazing! The doggie owners were to continue practicing. When V.S returned in a minute or week or sumfin, the little white dogs yipped a little when they heard the knock on the door. They got quiet with the "stop" command.
So we just practiced. Mommy sat down and we all gathered around. She said "stop" and we would get a small, tasty treat! We didn't have to do Anything!
The only thing, we didn't get to practice much. Usually I start barking when the mailman goes by. Today I was busy chewing on an antler. No bark. Bol!
But then we all went outside so Mommy could go get the mail. A truck drove past. I started barking. Mommy said "stop". Tux went right to Mommy for his treat! Drover got one too. I did come over to get a treat, even though I took a little bit longer. 
Mommy will have to "set up" some situations that usually cause us to bark. I want to get more treats!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happys and Sads</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713842</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Mar 2011 05:44:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happys:
Diary picks for a couple of my pals today! Pennie is hoping to keep her entire tail. And li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happys:
Diary picks for a couple of my pals today! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/605326">Pennie</a> is hoping to keep her entire tail. And little <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1130228">Forrest</a> just celebrated his first birthday.

Sads:
We just got news that one of our favorite rescue peepole has brain cancer. Here is part of the email Mommy received from the wife.

<i>We found out on Dec. 7 that Ron has a brain tumor.  We have been in SLC month of Dec., Jan and part of Feb. Finally home and enjoying being here.  He went through 33 treatments of Radiation and Chemo.  Will start Chemo again on Monday for 5 days on, 21 days off.  Trying to shrink the tumor as it is inoperable.  So we are praying for a miracle.  I just know that God will answer our prayers… Sure never expected this one..</i>

Would you please keep Ron in your thoughts and prayers?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cougar or Wolf?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713690</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Mar 2011 17:02:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713690</guid>
		<description>Sad news for one of our neighbors. She had two little dachshunds. The neighbor man let them out to g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sad news for one of our neighbors. She had two little dachshunds. The neighbor man let them out to go potty. They don't have a fenced yard like I do. The neighbors found one of the doggies in the field across the road from their house. Something with big teeth had killed it. They can't find the other doggie at all.
Another neighbor has seen cougar tracks out around his cow pens.

Mommy is gonna be very careful when we are outside, especially at dark times. We Never go outside the fence without a peepole with us. 
I will be careful what I bark at.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time Loop - Truly!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713621</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Mar 2011 04:32:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713621</guid>
		<description>This is getting weird. But shout outs to Mr. Cutter and Demon Flash Bandit again today for having Di ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is getting weird. But shout outs to Mr. Cutter and Demon Flash Bandit again today for having Diary picks.

Some of you might know what I mean when I say someone is eating Froot Loops.



It's from an episode of Star Gate SG-1. The guy eats Froot Loops over and over and they begin to realize they are all in a time loop thingy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And a couple more questions!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713578</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 16:28:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713578</guid>
		<description>Did you know? Mr. Cutter and Demon Flash Bandit both have Diary Picks again today? Check out their p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you know? <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955083">Mr. Cutter</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> both have Diary Picks again today? Check out their pages. They are both very smart pups. We can all learn from them.

And I don't know what to do. I will just be sitting. Mommy will smile or laugh and tell me to "stop it".
What? What am I doing? I am not doing nuthin. Just sitting there.

Being cute.

I can't help it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Directv Barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713573</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 15:59:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>'Member the other day when Mommy and Sister had a Lucy and Ethel funtime hooking up a TV and DVD pla ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 'Member the other day when Mommy and Sister had a Lucy and Ethel funtime hooking up a TV and DVD player? Turns out, there was a plan in the works.
Our old TV had a prehistoric type birdie inside the glass part. He would peck the pictures onto the screen. You might have seen the same type of deal on the Flintstones. Ok, so maybe it wasn't That old, but it wasn't the latest tech-no-ol-o-gy by a long shot. And we had rabbit ears to try to watch our piddly 4 or 5 local stations. They weren't real rabbit ears. Real ears would probably have worked better.
Turns out now I can watch <i>Animal Planet</i>! Yep, we got a high fo-luting fancy TV set up. Lemme tell you about it.
Nothing much happened yesterday morning. But things kicked into high barking gear a little after noon. We were relaxing inside. Mommy invited us outside.
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! Danger in the driveway! A van thing was just sitting there! 
Of course, we all started barking in Red Alert Mode. A Very Large guy got out of the van and went around to the front door. We barked and barked when we saw that Big Guy! We kept barking because he left his van sitting in the driveway. In a little while, we got to go inside. 
The Big Guy was in there! Of course, we barked. He seemed most leery of Tux! Can you imagine being skeered of Tux? He is a marshmallow. Well, except when there are strangers around. He does go growly around strangers. 
The Big Guy gave us each a cookie! Yum! Mommy axfurly gave him the cookies to give to us. I guess to help us calm down? Drover started sniffing the Big Guy. He did smell like dogs. He told us he has 2 big dogs of his own.
So I took up my lookout spot on the love seat arm. Drover kept sniffing him. Tux tried to hide behind Mommy. Mommy and the Big Guy talked some and then he went out the front door. We had to stay inside for a minute or hour. He was messing around out in our backyard and he Had Our Gate Open! That is a big NoNo! So we were safer inside. We barked for awhile but then the noises he was making out there got kinda boring so we just chilled.
Then we got invited back outside. Drover decided to stay in. Whatever. Tux and I got to bark a bunch at the guy again. He was  putting up some black cable stuff on the side of the house. Then pretty soon he started packing up tools and stuff so we barked up a storm then! Mommy invited us back inside. I was ready. I was starting to get chilly.
So whatever that guy did, now we have another box above the new TV. And a new remote that Mommy and Sister push buttons on.
I am sure most of you already have about a gazillun TV stations so it's not exciting to you. But Daddy has never had cable or anything and Mommy has only had cable about 50 years ago. This new fangled stuff is making Mommy like a pup in the toy aisle at Petco! She is setting up the DVR machine thingy to record all kinds of movies. And Sister is all excited because she can record and watch some show with a weird guy named Dr. Who. And some strange cartoons and something called AuntieMay or sumfin.
Oh and real good news (insert roll eyes smiley here). Mommy plays Classical music on the TV now. Ugh. 
It was some Great barking while it was getting set up but I sure hope Mommy doesn't forget all about us and give us cookies and play with us and stuff.

So what is your favorite show in <i>Animal Planet</i>? I need to set up my play list!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bark!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713523</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 07:02:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, toot!
I have a lot of stuff to bark about and our internet has been off. Grrr. So Mommy axfur ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, toot!
I have a lot of stuff to bark about and our internet has been off. Grrr. So Mommy axfurly figgered out how to get it back and now she says she has other *more important* stuff to do but help me with my diary!
Wrong, in so many ways.

I will bark about my excitement later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Questions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713330</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Mar 2011 13:58:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off a big ol shout out to my pals Ella and Mr. Cutter for their Diary Picks today! It is good  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off a big ol shout out to my pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955083">Mr. Cutter</a> for their Diary Picks today! It is good to know famous pups.

It has been boring around here so I have time to think up stuff. That and surf the web. I have some questions.

1. Who is Dean and why does he put Sister's name on it?

2. Where does Mommy's lap go when she stands up?

3. Who wrote the book of love?

4. How do all of those little flowers and veggies fit into those tiny seeds Mommy plants?
 
5. If a kid refuses to sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest? 

6. Is there a time limit on fortune cookie predictions? 

7. What does PU stand for (as in "PU, that stinks!")?

8. If Mars had earthquakes would they be called marsquakes?

9. Why is it called a funny bone, when if you hit it, it's not funny at all?

10. If there's a speed of sound and a speed of light is there a speed of smell? And what is the speed of dark?

11. If a bee is allergic to pollen would it get the hives?

12. Why does Pluto live in a dog house, eat dog food, etc. but Goofy, who is also a dog, lives in a condo and drives a car?

13. What is another word for "thesaurus"?

14. When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say? 

15. Why don't spiders get stuck in their own webs?

I don't know the answers to these questions and I suspect most of you don't either. Or maybe you do!? Let me hear about it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boring here</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/713041</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 19:42:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My Pal Jelly lives far away from my place but we had the same kind of day today.
We both had boring ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/350247">Jelly</a> lives far away from my place but we had the same kind of day today.
We both had boring days.
I got up, had my breakfast, went out to potty, came in to warm up and digest my food.
I played tug-o-war with Tux several times. I play-fought with Drover. I napped.
I barked at the runner guy and his chocolate Lab. I barked and ran back and forth when the neighbor and his 5 dogs went for their walk. I barked at another jogger person. 
Mommy went away this morning and when she came back I supervised the unloading of the car. She had a big box that Sister brought in and put in the living room. 
Later, I supervised while they rearranged the TVs. Downstairs, they took the small TV off the table and put the TV from the living room down there instead. Now Mommy has a bigger TV to stare at when she does her exercise DVDs. Then upstairs again, they opened the box that Sister had carried in. 
Another TV! They channeled Lucy and Ethel and set up the new TV and a new DVD player. They actually did a pretty good job. We watched some old black and white show and had popcorn. Everything worked.
Now it is almost bedtime. It is still boring. I tried to liven up the place by pestering the GeorgieCat. She just hissed at me.
I wonder what tomorrow will be like.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh! Deer!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712752</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 06:47:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You know by reading my diary that there is usually sumfin good to bark at around my place.
We were  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know by reading my diary that there is usually sumfin good to bark at around my place.
We were out messing around in the yard while Mommy scooped the pooped.
My Bark Alarm went off. Two deer in the field across from my place were moseying along. When I started barking, they kicked it in gear and moved right along. I told them to not even come into my front yard. They do that at night. And poop. A lot.
There is a big herd of 20 deers that I get to bark at sometimes. I haven't seen them for awhile. My barking musta finally sunk into their deer brains to not come around here anymore. Or maybe they are taking a different route. They come outta the river bottom in the evenings to go eat stuff and then they come head back to the river bottom in the early morning. That is some good barking, at those 20 deers. Sure hope they forget that I told them to stay away. I would like to bark at them again.
We have such deer neighbors! Bol]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another diary pick pal</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712495</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 07:13:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, I need to give a shout out to another big dog pal. Kodi has a diary pick today too.
Check out  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, I need to give a shout out to another big dog pal. Kodi has a diary pick today too.
Check out his diary.
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486616">Kodi has a new app for his Iphone</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tug-o-war and Hide and Seek</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712491</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 06:34:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey, a big shout out to Ella today. She has a diary pick. She oughta post a video about what she's b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, a big shout out to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> today. She has a diary pick. She oughta post a video about what she's barking about in her diary. Bol!

And Ella reminded me of a game we used to play around here when I was a pup. She barked the other day about playing Hide and Seek with her Mom. We used to play Find Me. It is like Hide and Seek. We played it last night, kinda on accident.

Me and Tux were playing our tug-o-war game while Drover played his slow motion indoor keep away game with Sister. Mommy played a little bit with them. Sometimes she would go hide from Drover. This reminded me of the Find Me game. So I got to looking for Mommy too. I was much better at finding her than Drover. At first when I would find Mommy she would try to get to me leave so that Drover would find her. But I would sit and look at her all cute and she would start laughing and tell me I found her. 
So then she started hiding and all three of us would look for her. Drover looked like a Bloodhound with his nose to the floor sniffing her out. But I always found her first! I think the game was too new for Tux. He didn't really know what was going on. 
One time I looked in Sister's bathroom. I looked behind the door. I looked by the trash basket. I looked by the bath tub. I sniffed a leg by the clothes hamper. Then Mommy started laughing. I was right there! That was her leg I was sniffing and I didn't realize it was her! *blush* After that I asked for a cookie. See, that's the way the game would end when we played it when I was a puppy. I would find the person hiding and then I got a cookie! I sure remembered that part of the game!
It is a fun game. I hope we play again sometime, real soon!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mommy spent her last dollar on Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712397</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 14:48:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So last week Sister bashed her car into the garage. The garage is pretty much fixed. She is gonna ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So last week Sister bashed her car into the garage. The garage is pretty much fixed. She is gonna take her car to be fixed later this week. She has to pay for both the garage and the car repair. She is a rich college student I think. She saves all her money by not buying me Anything.
So it was Mommy's turn for car trubbles. The check engine light came on and the car was running rough. I suggested turning off the engine. Then the check engine light wouldn't be on. And don't drive over bumpy roads and then it wouldn't run rough.
She says it didn't mean the same thing.
Anyways, she left this morning to get the car checked out. Now usually my Daddy is our mechanic man. But of course, he isn't here right now and won't be here for awhile. So Mommy had to pay a ton of money to the Ford place for something Daddy could have done himself for A Whole Lot Less Money. But she is happy about something called mpg. It is already feeling better after paying the Ford place to fix the car.
While the other mechanic men were fixing the car, Mommy and Sister went to a craft store. To buy yarn. *sigh* Yarn and books is about the Only thing Sister ever buys.
But while she was at the craft store Mommy saw a stuffless raccoon. It was just like the one Mickey sent me for my birthday. Me and Tux love that toy. We use it for tug-o-war. And Tux has been chewing on the little legs. Now they are more like little stumps.
So since Mommy loves me so much, she bought me a new stuffless raccoon. Well, it was on sale and she had a coupon for more money off. But I am worth it!
Don't feel sorry for us Pups. Mommy didn't really spend her last dollar on my toy. 
She did that when she bought gas for the car after it got fixed. :-/]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Protecting Mommy's Plant</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712269</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 13:58:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That SamCat is kinda naughty. No matter how many times Mommy tells him no, he likes to nibble on one ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That SamCat is kinda naughty. No matter how many times Mommy tells him no, he likes to nibble on one of Mommy's houseplants. She has other plants that are up safe away from him. But this one lives on the floor. He goes over there and nibbles. Then he leaves little pieces of leaves on the floor.
Naughty.
So when Mommy notices him over there and tells him "no, Sam, no", I run over there and tell him to get going. He doesn't go very far even when I try to chase him. He just gets under the table and chairs. 
Naughty.
Then of course, I have to clean up the little bits of plant leaves that he has dropped on the floor. And sometimes I sniff the plant to see where he might nibble next. He always leaves some rough edges on the leaves. 
I try to even things up so the plant looks better. I nibble a bit here, a bit there.
Mommy tells me not to bother, SamCat will just nibble again some other time.
I am just trying to do what I can to help out around here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something I Don't bark at</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/712105</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 07:05:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know, I know. The title of this entry is something you never thought would come outta my mouth. It ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know, I know. The title of this entry is something you never thought would come outta my mouth. It doesn't seem possible for a pup like me, who barks at practickally evfurrything, to admit there is One thing I don't bark at. 
And believe it or not, it is some other dogs barking.
This is true. No, this isn't something you would watch on SYFY. You haven't entered the Twilight Zone. I am not making this up.
Lemme tell you about it. 
We live near a big river. There are lot and lots of trees between my place and the river. And Mommy tells me there are lots and lots of trees on the other side of the river. She knows, because she has been on a road over there. So anyways, sometimes I hear dogs barking. Mostly at night time but sometimes in the daytime. The dogs sound like they are on the other side of the river. Unless all of the trees make the barking sound like that. Maybe they are closer. I don't know.
Now I make it a habit to bark at the neighbor dogs. There are dogs that live in the houses on either side of my house. These dogs are about a quarter of a mile away but I still bark when they are barking.
But wherever these others dogs are and whatever they are barking about, I don't bark at them.
What are these dogs barking about that I don't feel the need to answer?
Are they big working dogs like Bukka and Josh who watched the alpacas on their place in Wyoming? Those kinda dogs bark while doing their guarding job.
Maybe the dogs are barking in some really foreign language that I don't know so I don't know how to answer.
Mommy says she always thinks of some story called <i>The Hounds of the Baskervilles</i>. Are those some big, skeery dogs barking mean stuff and I am afraid to return bark?
I don't know why I don't bark at those dogs.
Any ideas, pups?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here and Gone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711899</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 12:41:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Truck noises. Peepoles voices. Machine sounds.
But Mommy wouldn't let me outside to find out what w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Truck noises. Peepoles voices. Machine sounds.
But Mommy wouldn't let me outside to find out what was going on.
I barked from inside even though I couldn't see anything. Mommy had the blinds closed. Grr. Tux ran around whining. Drover snoozed.
This went on for a couple of days or sumfin. Finally I could tell a vehicle was pulling out.
Mommy let us outside. We all really had to pee. And I knew there had been Sumfin out there. Whatever it was wasn't there now. 
But I still barked. A lot.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woo Hoo Again, Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711850</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 04:40:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some of you pups must be thinking I am paying off the Dogster peeps with Milkbones or sumfin. Honest ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some of you pups must be thinking I am paying off the Dogster peeps with Milkbones or sumfin. Honest, I am not.

I have another dairy pick today! This is crazy! And just between you and me, I love it! Bol!

A shout out to Petey and Sammy who also are in the spotlight with their diary picks too.

Please pups, no rosettes! Save them. I don't want you to go broke!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Woo hoo! Again!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711745</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Feb 2011 08:55:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yep, I have another Diary Pick of the Day today. Thank you Dogster!
Thanks for reading my little di ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, I have another Diary Pick of the Day today. Thank you Dogster!
Thanks for reading my little diary pups. Thank you for the rosettes and pmail congrats. And Big Dog Demon Flash Bandit gave me a shout out in his diary today.

And that Notme! Shocking, simply shocking! Let me tell you about it.
Mommy gets up at early o'clock to let Tux out and push the on button for the coffee maker. She doesn't turn on lights until she gets to the kitchen. 
Sometimes Samcat brings little kitty cat toys from the basement and he plays with them during the night. Mommy can just barely see them and she will sometimes kick them back downstairs for him to play with down there.
This morning, she saw something. She thought it was a catnip toy. Just to be sure, she turned on a light.
It was Poop!
One of the boy dogs did it! I am as innocent as, well, something that is innocent. Really! It was much too big for me, I stayed in bed all night and I always poop downstairs when I get a chance. Well, Notme poops downstairs and I get the blame.
Naughty Notme is at it again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Call Away</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711626</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 14:34:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey Pups, you can call me on the phone again. It is working now.
Daddy emailed Mommy to ask her wha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey Pups, you can call me on the phone again. It is working now.
Daddy emailed Mommy to ask her what she was doing on the phone for so long this morning. He kept getting a busy signal. Mommy wasn't on the phone, she was waiting for Daddy to call. Bol
The phone fixer man was just here. Yep, good barking again! All those guys drive big cool trucks. He even came in the house and we gave him what for! Then we had to go outside. :-(
So anywho, I think a cat messed with some little wires downstairs and messed up our phone! When in doubt, blame the cat. Right?
But we are back in business now so go ahead and call me anytime!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Skip the Espanol</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711573</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 09:00:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I forgot to tell you about this bark fest from the other day. We were all outside messing around. Mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to tell you about this bark fest from the other day. We were all outside messing around. Mommy was scooping poop. A car drove past kinda slow and then it turned around in the road. We didn't really pay attention to that and Mommy kept scooping.
But then the car pulled into the driveway. 
Red Alert!
Now I told Drover and Tux to get with it and join me in laying down the bark defense. So they did.
Mommy went out near the car and one guy got out of the car. He said, "hello, my name is Luis." He had a cool accent.
Needless to say, we were barking up a storm.
The guy and Mommy talked for a bit. Well, actually they kinda yelled for a bit. You know, 'cause we were barking. We were telling the guy "no funny business or we will eat you alive!"
Mommy made some arm movements and talked a little bit. Turns out, the guys were trying to get to a highway and were asking for directions. Mommy knows just enough Spanish to be dangerous so she didn't even try to think up words that might help the guy understand how to get where they were trying to get to. She didn't want him to wind up in Canada when they were heading south.
We just kept barking. :-)
The car pulled out. Mommy came back in the yard to finish the scooping.

She figured they probably would stop someplace else for directions.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Put me down</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711418</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 12:08:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This was So good! Me and Tux were outside when a bright yellow pick-em-up truck pulled in. It was ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This was So good! Me and Tux were outside when a bright yellow pick-em-up truck pulled in. It was even towing a trailer thing. 
Good time barking! Mommy came out, putting on her jacket. A guy got out of the truck. I think they said "hi" but I was barking the alarm and I don't hear so good when the alarm is going off. Tux had his alarm going too. We were good and loud.
We kept up the bark alarm. Mommy and the guy looked at the garage.
Sister did something bad to the garage and her car this morning when she pulled out. Both the garage and her car got some owies on them.
So the guy went back to his truck to get something, a tape measure thing I think. Mommy came through the gate and called me over. I am very obedient *almost* all the time. Well, except when I am laying down the bark fire. Anyways, she picked me up. Grrr. I don't really like to be picked up. I can walk on all fours. Then she carried me to the back door and shoved me in. Tux came in then.
Ok, so we just kept barking from inside. Now Drover joined in to help us. Pretty soon Mommy came in and we got to go back outside, barking the whole way. The yellow truck and the guy were gone.

I sure hope they come back soon! Good barking material!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A diary pick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711341</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 04:38:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711341</guid>
		<description>Oh my! Here I am just barking about a normal kinda day around here and what happens? I get a Diary P ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my! Here I am just barking about a normal kinda day around here and what happens? I get a Diary Pick today!
Thank you Dogster for the honor.

Pals! Please save your zealies! You don't have to send me rosettes! Really!
 I get a kick out of knowing you like to read my diary about my hum drum little life. 

You pups are the Best! And Happy Valentine's Day to boot!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Helping with grocery shopping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711255</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 11:41:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The other day, we could tell Mommy was getting ready to leave. She put on shoes.
As she left, she t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other day, we could tell Mommy was getting ready to leave. She put on shoes.
As she left, she told us to be good. She said she wouldn't be gone long.
Drover jumped up into Mommy's rocking chair by the front window. He waited until she pulled out of the drive and waved to him. Then he milled around not knowing what to do with himself. Tux ran around. "Tux, it's ok, calm down. Mommy will be back before you know it," I hollered at him. I had to holler at him over his whining. They both settled down 'cause I am the boss dog around this place.
Later, the phone rang.
Drover had his nose stuck in one of Sister's books: <i>Socks or Teas; Sock, Crows, Teas; Soccer Tees</i>, whatever. 
Tux was squeaking my snake toy. I was, of course, on security watch from the arm of the love seat. But I knew they wouldn't do anything about the phone. I have to do everything around here.
I ran over to take a look at the caller ID. Hmm, "unknown name" and I didn't recognize the number so I waited to see if they would leave a message. I was surprised when Mommy started talking.
"Hi Zoe, this is Mommy. Betcha didn't know my cell phone number since I've never called you before. Go ahead and pick up, I need you to do something for me."
After hearing her voice and knowing it wasn't one of those scam artists calling, I picked up the phone.
"Yes, Mommy? What do you need?" I asked.
She explained she was at the grocery store and they had our usual brand of yogurt on sale. But she couldn't remember what flavors we had in the fridge. "Zoe, can you check on that for me?" she asked.
"Sure thing, Mommy. Just a minute while I check."
I had Tux come over to open the door for me. The handle is up high and I knew I couldn't reach it. And the yogurt was up on the top shelf. I couldn't see the flavors. I told Tux to take out the containers so I could let Mommy know what we had.
"Ok, Mommy, we only have lemon and strawberry, and Tux, quit trying to nose open the Meatz&trade; drawer." 
"Great," Mommy told me, "you are big help, Zoe. Now while I've got you on the phone, what kind of steak would you like tonight for dinner. Filet mignon or rib-eye?"
"Oh both sound yummy, but didn't we have filet last night?" I asked. "Let's go with a nice rib-eye tonight."
She answered back, "Ok, sounds good to me. I will be home in just a bit. Love you. Bye-bye."
I put the phone back in it's place and jumped back on the arm of the love seat to continue with my security job.
It's all in a day's work.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Am AlphaZoe</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711111</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 16:13:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And I have the t-shirt to prove it! Take a look at my second picture on my page.
AlphaEbby from dee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And I have the t-shirt to prove it! Take a look at my second picture on my page.
AlphaEbby from deep in the heart of Texas sent me my Alpha shirt. She sent me some cool magnets too. They have pictures of Angel Wrinkles and another of Ceeley and Ebby. Such nice pictures. Mommy put them way down low on the fridge so's that I could see my pals. We tried to get a picture of me looking at my pictures but I kept turning around to look at Mommy so then you couldn't see what the t-shirt said. Then Mommy's camera battery went kaput and Sister took the picture for me.
I must admit, Ebby sent me the shirt 'cause it was a little too small for her. It is kinda long for me, it covers up my nubby tail. I didn't want my nubby tail covered so Mommy bunched the shirt up near my tail. My nub has to breath!
But the words on the shirt "fit me to a T"! Bol 

Thank you AlphaEbby!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Penny: A Real Retriever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711099</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 15:12:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Brenda Owen was walking her ten year old Labrador Retriever, Penny, by the Elwy River in St. Asaph,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Brenda Owen was walking her ten year old Labrador Retriever, Penny, by the Elwy River in St. Asaph, Wales in May, 2008 when she spotted a wheelchair on the shore and a body in the water. She shouted, “Fetch!” and Penny did. She jumped into the water and dragged the woman back to the riverbank, where a man helped her. The victim was injured and unconscious, and was taken to a hospital. She had been reported missing from a nearby home.

<a id="img0329345369"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/431penny.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img0329345369');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/431penny.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Penny</a>

And that will end my series on faithful, heroic dogs. Not that there wouldn't be a whole lotta more dogs to bark about but that is all I found to copy and paste from <i>Mental Floss</i>.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Little Tripod</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711095</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 14:40:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tripod the rat terrier with a dysfunctional leg was on her way to living in a shelter when she was t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tripod the rat terrier with a dysfunctional leg was on her way to living in a shelter when she was taken in by John and Mary Smith. The Smiths are both disabled and felt a connection with Tripod. In March, Tripod was sleeping in their bedroom when a fire broke out.

With their blankets already on fire, Tripod urged the couple to hurry. But Mary was overwhelmed with the task of getting herself mobile, plus her husband into his wheelchair. She was ready to give up hope up – accepting their fate; however, Tripod had other plans.

“Tripod kept pulling on my gown getting me out and I said, ‘honey, please go on, go on,’ and she wouldn’t do it,” said the elderly woman. “She stayed right with me the entire time.”

The Smiths escaped the fire without injury, and Tripod was treated to pedicure and massage from a local dog groomer as a reward for her heroism.

<a id="img4008253325"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/175tripod.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img4008253325');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/175tripod.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Tripod</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chips: War Hero</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/711025</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Feb 2011 05:39:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A German shepherd named Chips was donated to the war effort by his owners shortly after the attack o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A German shepherd named Chips was donated to the war effort by his owners shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. He became a tank guard dog and eventually the most decorated dog of World War II. Several times he alerted his handler to an impending attack. Once he attacked a pillbox of Italian soldiers who were firing on his unit until they came out and were captured. Chips was awarded a Silver Star and a Purple Heart, but the awards were rescinded later when the Commander of the Order of the Purple Heart complained that the awards were demeaning to human soldiers and he was given an honorable discharge and returned to his family in Pleasantville, NY. No military dog has received an official decoration since. 

<a id="img2122831231"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/429chips.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2122831231');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/429chips.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Chips</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Velvet warmth</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/710918</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 05:43:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>In February of 2007, eight mountain climbers were caught by a snowstorm on Mt. Hood in Oregon. Climb ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In February of 2007, eight mountain climbers were caught by a snowstorm on Mt. Hood in Oregon. Climbing down, three of the group fell off a ledge along with Velvet, a Black Labrador. They were separated from the other five climbers, but continued climbing down. The group was forced to spend the night on the mountain before rescue could arrive. Velvet spent the night lying on each person in turn, helping to keep them warm in the storm.

“The dog probably saved their lives” by lying across them during the cold night, said Erik Brom, a member of the Portland Mountain Rescue team. He described the wind in the canyon as “hellacious.”

<a id="img2643062590"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/433velvet.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2643062590');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/433velvet.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Velvet</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Zoey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/710821</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Feb 2011 04:14:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here's a mighty little dog!

Size is no barrier to a dog determined to protect her family. Zoey th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here's a mighty little dog!

Size is no barrier to a dog determined to protect her family. Zoey the chihuahua weighs only five pounds, but she rose to the occasion when needed. One-year-old Booker West was playing in his grandparent’s backyard in Colorado when a rattlesnake struck at him! Zoey sprang into action, putting herself between the snake and the toddler. She sustained bites and was rushed to a veterinary hospital. Her head swelled and she almost lost an eye, but with anti-venom treatment, Zoey made a full recovery.

<a id="img1580358113"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/428zoey.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1580358113');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/428zoey.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Zoey</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another true dog story</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/710701</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Feb 2011 05:15:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a few more true dog stories to share with you.
Remember, I can not take credit for the resea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a few more true dog stories to share with you.
Remember, I can not take credit for the research and writing. I am copying and pasting from an online source called <i>Mental Floss</i>

Sinbad
Sinbad was a mixed breed puppy who was adopted by the crew of the Coast Guard cutter Campbell in 1938. He eventually enlisted, meaning he had the proper paperwork to qualify as a Coast Guard sailor, and even had his own uniform. He served for eleven years on the same ship. After a battle with the Nazi submarine U-606, the Campbell was badly damaged and most of the crew debarked. Of course, a good dog never debarks, so Sinbad stayed on with the most essential crew members as the ship was towed to port. Sinbad lived to enjoy retirement and quite a bit of publicity about his service.

<a id="img6842237202"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/431_Sinbad.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img6842237202');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/431_Sinbad.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Sinbad</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A diary pick, wind and snow</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/710469</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Feb 2011 13:01:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yep, I have a diary pick. Again. But I love to bark and I guess that's what gets me noticed. Thanks  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yep, I have a diary pick. Again. But I love to bark and I guess that's what gets me noticed. Thanks for the rosettes and messages and a big bark out from the Big Dog DFB!
It was so nice outside this morning. Like springtime. I was out there running and sniffing in my yard. Nice.
Suddenly, the wind started up. That is not a big deal around here. We get used to it. Now our wind Almost Always blows from one direction. From over that way. So that Mommy has to hang on real tight to the storm door when I am going in and out. And I have to be careful not to blow away. Small dog alerts are always being issued around here.
And that is the way the wind was blowing. From over that way. Then Mommy said we should all take a potty break, real fast. The wind was blowing from the opposite direction. We went out, Mommy got the mail from the box and then the snow hit. I could hardly see out across the road to bark at anything. Lots of snow, heading sideways.

Oh wait, I just checked out the window. Now I can see over there again. No more snow. I might need to bark at sumfin way over there.
Later pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get over it Drover</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/710028</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Feb 2011 05:46:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Drover went away the other day. He was gone all day and when he came back he smelled funny. Like  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Drover went away the other day. He was gone all day and when he came back he smelled funny. Like a dog smells when they have been to the vet. He was holding up one of his front legs. And hopping. He slept a lot. 
He has been getting extra treats. Twice a day, Mommy wraps up sumfin in some Meatz&trade; and he gobbles it up. He has also been getting sumfin else that must taste good 'cause he eats it right up too.
And he is all pitiful still holding up his leg. Sister knit a little legwarmer for him. He keeps taking it off. Mommy got him some little socks that she cut a hole in the other end of. He kept that on but Mommy thought it might be squeezing his precious leg so she took it off.
All of this 'cause he had a bump on his leg taken off. A long time ago he had bumps all over his body. Mommy paid good money to have those bumps taken off. They are starting to grow back in different spots. What a waste of money.
The vet called and told Mommy that Drover's bump isn't the C word. Mommy is all happy about that. But he also said Drover's bump could grow back.
Ok, so if it isn't the C word then he Better Not be Contagious and give me any of those stinking bumps.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Notme strikes again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709805</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 14:22:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And I tell you the honest truth, it was not me.
We were all kinda taking a break, waiting for the m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And I tell you the honest truth, it was not me.
We were all kinda taking a break, waiting for the mail person to stop. Me and Mommy were kinda examining the inside of our eyelids when all of a sudden Mommy jumped up and started hollering at Tux. 
He was in the hall next to Brother's bedroom door. Tinkling!
Boy, Mommy told him in no uncertain terms that he was a Bad Dog and he got invited right outside. I mean, in broad daylight! Wow, that was naughty of Tux, huh?
And then when Mommy was spraying the spot with the anti-stink and mopping it all up, we noticed Another spot on the other wall! She cleaned that spot up too.
I think that other spot was Mr. Drover, ol' Hopalong, Tripod Dog. He is having trouble keeping his balance when he tinkles outside. Maybe he propped himself up on the wall and let 'er rip.
Can you believe the naughty dogs at my place? Disgusting.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lots of stuff!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709648</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Feb 2011 17:04:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so Mr. Pitiful Drover is home from the vet. He had some goofy bump on a leg. Mommy doesn't like  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so Mr. Pitiful Drover is home from the vet. He had some goofy bump on a leg. Mommy doesn't like bumps so she paid good money to have it removed. Money that could have been better spent on stuff for Me.
In the midst of all the hub bub of getting Drover to the vet at early o'clock I barely got the notice that I had a Diary Pick today! I must be stuck in one of those science fiction time loop continuums or something 'cause I had a diary pick a couple of days ago.
But I love getting messages and pretties on my page from my great pals around here! Thank you all!

And I Just noticed this: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/553913">Doo is Dog of the Week!</a> 
I can't believe I just saw this. Doo is a very pretty big girl. She is a Weimaraner. Check out her page and send her some congrats.
Congrats to you Doo! Have a great week!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you and another dog story</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709333</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 15:36:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709333</guid>
		<description>How cool is that? I have a diary pick today! Thanks pals for the messages and nice gifties you sent. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How cool is that? I have a diary pick today! Thanks pals for the messages and nice gifties you sent. And thanks for the shout out from the Big Dog Demon Flash Bandit!

Here is another true dog story. Sorry, this one has a sad ending.

Swansea Jack was born in 1930 in Swansea, Wales, close to the Tawe River. He was a retriever. What he retrieved were people in danger of drowning in the river - possibly as many as 27 of them in his short life. After his second rescue, his picture was published in the local paper. Swansea Jack was eventually awarded a “Bravest Dog of the Year” award from the newspaper, a silver cup from the mayor of London and two bronze medals from the Dogs Trust. He was also named “Dog of the Century” in 2000 by the NewFound Friends of Bristol. In 2008, Richard Higlett wrote a musical tribute to Swansea Jack and recorded 30 dogs singing it. Swansea Jack died in 1937 after eating rat poison and a huge monument was erected over his grave.

<a id="img5248702572"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/440swanseajack.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img5248702572');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/440swanseajack.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Swansea Jack</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sister brought me sumfin!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709191</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 13:39:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>A fortune cookie from the local Chinese food buffet!
I know, I could hardly believe it either. This ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A fortune cookie from the local Chinese food buffet!
I know, I could hardly believe it either. This is the same sister that Used to bring me pocket lint. She doesn't even do that anymore.
I feel so fortunate that she brought me her fortune cookie! I had to share with Drover and Tux but I'm not proud. 
It was yummy.
Thank you Sister.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Amazing Faith</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709137</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 06:45:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>You pups have probably heard of Picture of Faith.

Faith Stringfellow was born just before Christm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups have probably heard of <a id="img2749588777"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/440faith.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img2749588777');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/440faith.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Picture of Faith</a>.

Faith Stringfellow was born just before Christmas in 2002 in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania. She only had three legs. Her single front leg was deformed. The leg was amputated after it began to atrophy when Faith was seven months old. Her owners then taught her how to stand on her rear legs, then hop, and finally to walk upright! Faith is now a therapy dog and makes public appearance to encourage others to live to their full potential.
<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://faiththedog.info/">Faith's website</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/274434">Faith's Dogster page!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cool website</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709133</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 06:08:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709133</guid>
		<description>My Sister found this place. She spends way too much time on the internet.
Anywho, check it out if y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Sister found this place. She spends way too much time on the internet.
Anywho, check it out if you have some time. The genie will ask you questions and guess who you are thinking of.

<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://us.akinator.com/#">Akinator, the Web Genius</a>

Click along the left side to "play", you have to create a name and give your age.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another great dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/709081</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 17:12:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Stubby wandered into the encampment and was adopted by the 102nd infantry of Massachusetts in 1917.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Stubby wandered into the encampment and was adopted by the 102nd infantry of Massachusetts in 1917. When the infantry shipped out to Europe, Stubby was smuggled onto the ship bound for France. During World War I, Stubby kept watch and alerted the troops to German attacks. He was wounded by a hand grenade once and gassed several times. He once found a German spy and held him by the seat of the pants until American troops could complete the capture! When his master, Corporal J. Robert Conroy was wounded, Stubby accompanied him to the hospital and made rounds to cheer the troops. He was eventually a highly decorated dog, amassing medals for service, campaigns and battles, a Purple Heart, and various veteran’s awards. A group of French women made Stubby a chamois blanket decorated with allied flags to display his medals.

Stubby returned home at the end of the war and became quite a celebrity. He was made a lifetime member of the American Legion, the YMCA, and the Red Cross. He lived at the Y and made recruiting tours for the Red Cross. When Stubby passed on in 1926, he was preserved and displayed with his medals at the Smithsonian Institution.

<a id="img1403848702"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/435Stubby.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img1403848702');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/435Stubby.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Stubby</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another true dog story</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708992</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 05:42:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Owney was a stray mutt adopted by the employees of the post office in Albany, New York in 1888. He b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Owney was a stray mutt adopted by the employees of the post office in Albany, New York in 1888. He became attached to the bags of mail and began riding the trains that delivered them- first the local, then statewide and across the nation. In 1895 Owney rode around the world on mail trains and ships! Everywhere he went, postal workers gave him local medals, which he wore on a specially-made vest. The workers considered him good luck, because no train carrying Owney ever wrecked. Owney died in 1897 of a gunshot wound due to an altercation with a journalist in Toledo. His body was preserved and is now on display in the National Postal Museum.
<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.postalmuseum.si.edu/exhibits/2c1f_owney.html">More about Owney</a>

<a id="img7531337101"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/440owney.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img7531337101');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/440owney.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Owney</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sneak attack</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708921</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 14:25:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I sure didn't see it coming.
I just got back from the groomer's. I survived, she worked fast.
Good ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I sure didn't see it coming.
I just got back from the groomer's. I survived, she worked fast.
Good news, my polka dots are going away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>True dog stories</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708853</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 05:20:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Awhile back I posted some stories about some very loyal dogs. Here are a few more of dogs with amazi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Awhile back I posted some stories about some very loyal dogs. Here are a few more of dogs with amazing stories. 
Please remember I Did Not write these, I have copied and pasted from an online magazine called <i>Mental Floss</i>

Patsy Ann
Patsy Ann was a bull terrier who greeted incoming ships in Juneau, Alaska. She was profoundly deaf, but could detect a ship up to half a mile away. She raced to the dock for every incoming ship, no matter what distractions she met along the way. Longshoremen relied on Patsy Ann to alert them to arrivals. She even knew which dock the ship would tie to! Patsy was born in 1929 and lived in several homes before she became a neighborhood dog, loved by all but belonging to none. She was named the “Official Greeter of Juneau, Alaska” by the mayor in 1934. Patsy died in 1942 and was buried at sea while a large crowd watched. In 1992, a bronze statue of Patsy Ann was unveiled in Juneau.
<a id="img4166203918"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/440patsyann.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img4166203918');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/440patsyann.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Patsy Ann</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Would someone please</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708822</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 17:41:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>go adopt this guy:
Tad

Be sure you click both of his pictures. They make Mommy LOL a lot.
If so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ go adopt this guy:
<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/18485505">Tad</a>

Be sure you click both of his pictures. They make Mommy LOL a lot.
If someone adopts him, she won't be able to laugh at him anymore.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Security/Nurse Zoe</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708737</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 04:26:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>So yesterday Mommy left just a little bit after Sister left. It was still early o'clock but I can ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So yesterday Mommy left just a little bit after Sister left. It was still early o'clock but I can handle the place and keep the other pets in line.
So when Mommy came home she was talking kinda funny and she didn't look so good. Turns out she had been to the dentist and now she wasn't 'posed to talk much and had to eat mushy food for the day. She let us dogs out and she puttered around doing some little jobs.
Then she grabbed the alpaca cover (I love that cover) and headed back to the big bed. She got all covered up and I jumped up there to check her out. Her mouth smelled funny. But I did like to sniff it. Then she invited me to get under the alpaca cover. I love that cover so I did. We had a nice snooze. I was pressed against Mommy's tummy.
After awhile we got up and Mommy puttered around some more. Then she went back to bed again! This time I figured I had better provide some security so I stayed out on the end of the love seat and barked. The mail lady went past. There were a couple of other things out there to bark at.
Mommy got up and puttered again. Sister got home, they talked. Mommy went back to bed. This time I figured she needed me again so I joined her under the alpaca cover (I love that cover).
And so my day went. Security and nurse duty.
This place would fall to rack and ruin without me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Did I skeer you Mommy?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708575</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 14:40:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Like it probably does at your place, it gets dark around here at night time. Like you probably do be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Like it probably does at your place, it gets dark around here at night time. Like you probably do before you go to bed, I go outside for one last potty break. And of course I do a perimeter check. For mousies. We still have some snow around the edges of the yard and I can still hear those little critters scurrying around down there. 
So the other night, this is what I was doing. Drover and Tux did their last potty job and went inside, leaving me to check on those mousies all by myself. That's ok though, I can do it. 
In a little while I could hear Mommy calling me. I wasn't quite done with the check so I just ignored her. And I gotta be as quiet as a, well, I gotta be quiet out there so I can hear those mousies. They are evil and they are plotting bad stuff. Hey, I am like my brother in the Air Force. He is learning another language and then he will listen for secret messages and other kinds of bad news. That's what I am doing! I am listening to those evil mousies plotting to overthrow my yard or sumfin. 
So I was quiet and I was busy. Mommy kept calling me but I was busy. She kept calling me to come inside. Then she got quiet.
Then the back door opened and closed. Opened and closed again. Mommy was shining a light out in my direction.
Shoot, that will blow my cover real fast. She saw me and called to me to come inside. I continued along the fence line. I do important work and I was the only one on the job! Gotta finish up. 
Mommy's voice had been a kinda nervous, skeered sound. Then it got the mad Mommy sound in it.
I sauntered along the fence and came past the vegetable beds. 
Okey dokey, I was ready to come in. Everything was safe and sound for the night.
Me and Mommy came inside and she put away the flashlight thing.
I didn't get a bedtime cookie. :-(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There's an octopus on my back</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/708280</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 09:12:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Well, there was an octopus on my back. 
I got this big, cool green octopus for Christmas ya see. Me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, there was an octopus on my back. 
I got this big, cool green octopus for Christmas ya see. Me and Tux play tug-o-war with it. This morning, Tux was playing with some other of My toys. Drover was going around and around with My pink dragon. Mommy was sitting on the floor playing with us.
Suddenly, I let my guard down and she tied the octopus on me! The head part was on my tummy. The tied part was by my back legs. I couldn't get that stinking octopus offa me. 
Drover said I don't have good problem solving skills. Yeah, whatever.
Then Mommy turned the octopus around so that the head was on my back. I still couldn't get that octopus off. Probably 'cause Mommy had used some kinda tricky knot that nobody could undo. Humph!
I tried and tried to get that octopus offa my back. Mommy was just laughing at me! Sister was laughing too. At least they were laughing so much and didn't take no stinking picture of me.
Finally, and here is my problem solving skill Drover, I just sat down in front of Mommy. I turned on the "cute but pitiful" look full blast.
It worked. Mommy took the octopus offa me.
Don't even ask for pictures. There are none and that octopus is never gonna get a free ride from me ever again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Too rich for my system?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707961</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 14:28:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mommy thinks she may have an idea of why I haven't been feeling too good, on and off, the past week  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy thinks she may have an idea of why I haven't been feeling too good, on and off, the past week or so. 
I may be trying a do-it-myself raw diet. Let me 'splain.
Every winter there are little mousies under the snow out there in the yard. When the snow begins to melt I can hear them. I have been going nutzo lately. I dig in the snow. I stick my face in the snow. I can hear those mousies. 
Maybe I am catching some mousies. This is my secret. 
And you know we have cats. The Georgie cat goes out at night to hunt and do other secret cat stuff. She sometimes leaves *things* on the back step. Mommy tries to not let us out until she has a chance to check for *things*. A few days ago Mommy saw a couple of (sorry about this next graphic part) bloody, slimy spots. That means something was there but now it isn't. Somefur had eaten the *thing* that left the bloody, slimy spot. 
Could I have found a bunch of stuff to eat? So much that I didn't feel good the next day?
This is a secret and I am not gonna bark if Mommy is right in her guessing. She tells me I may need to be wormed just like the cats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It is, after all, all about Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707778</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 06:52:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy is going to leave us alone for awhile today. I can handle that. She is going shopping, for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy is going to leave us alone for awhile today. I can handle that. She is going shopping, for Me!
Our little town doesn't offer much in the way of shopping. Certainly no good dog food to be found. So Mommy is going to Petco! I am about out of the kind of food I, and only I, have been eating. On account of because my bumps. They are still there and some are itchy. Mommy is trying different food than the guys eat. Special food just for me to eat. 
I hope she shops for tons of toys and treats too. I mean, since she has to drive about 888 miles and she doesn't get to the Big City very often, she should stock up on the fun stuff while she can!
Plus, she will be shopping at Costco too. You know, the place that sells pallets of Meatz&trade;! Head on over to my place later today! We can have a mid-winter, beat-the-blues feast!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why Teach &quot;Boring&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707667</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 10:19:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have barked before about how boring it is around here. That is why I bark at stuff, to liven up th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have barked before about how boring it is around here. That is why I bark at stuff, to liven up this place. I have told you about how Mommy and Sister talk, talk, talk about yarn. Projects to knit and crochet. Yarn to order online. Ohhh, look at this afghan! I think I will knit this hat. Or shawl. Or headband. Or... do you see what I am saying? On and on they yak about yarn.
And if it's not yarn, it's tea. Black and green tea. Darling Jealing tea. Loose leaf tea. Some guy named Roy Bus and his tea. Some other guy named Earl Grey. Tea pots. Tea cozys. Anything and everything tea.
Boring. BORing. BORING!
And you know my Sister is a student? She is studying the English so she can talk better. But she has to take some other classes along with the English stuff. She has some reading to do for Phil O. Sophie. I guess that is the instructor's name. Anywhos, get this. She is reading about more boring. 
Socks or Teas, yep, I am sure that is what she said she is reading. There is a picture of a statue guy on the cover of the book. His mouth is open real wide. Spouting his boring-ness no doubt. She just reported that she had finished reading the Socks or Teas book. The guy ended off by saying he was gonna go take a bath. Toadal weirdness!
Why pay good money to read about boring stuff like that? 
Yikes, I gotta get outta here and bark at sumfin.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The morning in which I...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707633</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Jan 2011 05:25:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707633</guid>
		<description>got outta bed to come to breakfast, I ate all of my food, I went outside and tinkled, I sniffed arou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ got outta bed to come to breakfast, I ate all of my food, I went outside and tinkled, I sniffed around, I Barked!, I pooped.
In other words, I am feeling better! Yea! Arrrooo!
Mommy mentally marked where I pooped so she can go look at it when it gets light out there. What is it with pawrents looking at our *privacy please* stuff. They obsess over it. She will have to keep Tux in until then so he doesn't eat it (eewwww)! I am still under observation to make sure I am doing better. Our vet opens at 8am so I have a couple of hours to prove I am fine.
But so far, so good. Much better than yesterday. 

Thanks Pals for sending me get well rosettes and leaving nice comments. It is really good to know I have Pals all over the place that are sending me good thoughts and stuff. You pups are super!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not perky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/707552</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 14:20:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am not feeling good today. Mommy will probably take me to the vet tomorrow unless I am 100% better ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not feeling good today. Mommy will probably take me to the vet tomorrow unless I am 100% better by the morning. 
First off, I didn't even get out of the big bed when it was breakfast time. Mommy came back there and I got up then but I didn't want to eat. After I had been outside, I got on the big recliner chair and snoozed. Mommy covered me up. 
That is where I have spent most of the day. I have gone outside a few times to tinkle and I did poop earlier today. I just want to snooze and be under the covers.
I did finally eat my breakfast, in the afternoon.
Mommy is watching me like a hawk. She likes to inspect whatever comes out of me, you know what I mean?
It is very quiet around here today. I just don't feel like barking too much.
I hope I feel better soon. The guys are slackers if I don't let them know when it's time to bark.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When will they ever learn?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706903</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 09:47:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, the older I get the more I realize our peepoles aren't very smart.
Let me tell you about Momm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, the older I get the more I realize our peepoles aren't very smart.
Let me tell you about Mommy and Sister yesterday. They were eating their supper. It was still just a little bit light outside. 
I started barking. Then Tux started barking. The peepoles told us to be quiet. 
We didn't be quiet. 
They let us outside and Drover joined us. We all started barking the Red Alert bark. This is the real deal, I am not kidding, we are having an alien foot hold situation and I don't mean maybe.
Horses! Horses were running around like crazy across the road from My house. Finally Mommy and Sister caught on and Mommy came out and closed the gate across our driveway.
I mean, serious, when I bark, I bark at Something! The peepoles are always telling me to be quiet. They are so slow and their hearing and eyes are so bad they just don't see and hear the stuff I bark at. 
When I bark it is the real deal. They just don't understand.
Thank goodness for me and that gate.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hold the Rosettes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706756</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 05:06:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706756</guid>
		<description>I must be caught in some kind of time loop continuum. I have another diary pick today.
I love 'em,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must be caught in some kind of time loop continuum. I have another diary pick today.
I love 'em, but pups, really, you don't have to send me anymore rosettes, you could go broke and that would make me feel bad!
A little bit. Bol.
Really, toss me a couple of bones, that would be great!
And thanks for reading my little diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Harley Davidson TV Star!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706449</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Jan 2011 10:16:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A great big shout out to Harley Davidson!

He was on TV! He is a super-duper therapy dog that help ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A great big shout out to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/862008">Harley Davidson!</a>

He was on TV! He is a super-duper therapy dog that helps peepoles in hospitals. Check out his page, he has his video posted for all to see.

Great work there Harley D!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A little pop please</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706340</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Jan 2011 06:20:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706340</guid>
		<description>I would appreciate some PoP from my pals. You don't have to send me any rosettes, just be thinking o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I would appreciate some PoP from my pals. You don't have to send me any rosettes, just be thinking of me.
You know I usually sleep in until breakfast. This morning I needed to go outside at real-early A.M. Mommy was a bad dog mom because she didn't follow me outside while she was wearing her jammies and it was about about a gazillun degrees below zero. So she doesn't know if I peed, pooped, urka-gurkaed or tried to find grass to eat.
When it was breakfast time, I didn't eat. In fact, I haven't moved offa the love seat. I am covered up nice and snuggly. Maybe I will eat my breakfast later.
Be thinking of me pals, please. I hope I get to feeling better. Actually this is kinda typical of me. Every now and then I am just not my regular perky self.
You don't 'pose I barked Too much yesterday?

Naw, that is just silly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cool news and some barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706286</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Jan 2011 15:45:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706286</guid>
		<description>First thing Mommy tells me when I got up was that I had a diary pick today! Thank you to my pals who ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First thing Mommy tells me when I got up was that I had a diary pick today! Thank you to my pals who have sent me pmails, rosettes and that shout out from the Big Dog Demon Flash Bandit!
Love it all pups!
And then some more 'citement! It has been a long time since any worker guys came around to steal our furniture or kitchen stuff. But today a little white truck pulled into our driveway. Sister let us all out to commence the security alert. The guy messed around in the back of his truck for a minute or day and then went to the front door. We kept up the barking from the yard. The guy came out to his truck a couple of times. We went into High Alert Bark when we would see him. I started to get cold, I mean, I was worried about what was going on in there, so I scratched on the door. I scratched again. Finally, Sister let us all come inside.
The guy had been messing with our wood stove! There was a cloth on the floor in front of it, there was a big flashlight thing and a Great Big machine thing. I think it was some heavy duty vacuum thing 'cause it kinda looked like the one Mommy pushes around the house once or twice a year. Ok, she pushes it around every week.
After the boys ran around like crazy dogs, sniffing all of the stuff, we had to go outside again. See, that man was cleaning our chimney and he was coming and going out our front door. Mommy didn't want us to try to make a break and go out there into the wild front yard where there is No Fence to keep a doggie safe. Only a fence to keep the cows and horses out.
We barked the alert. And we kept up that barking. Pretty soon the guy packed up his ladder and other stuff and drove away. We came in and gave the living room a good sniffing.
I gave it the all clear and we settled down.
Life is back to normal again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jump a bump</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/706034</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Jan 2011 16:32:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>We have this kitty cat who likes to crawl under the covers once the bed is made. She will stay there ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have this kitty cat who likes to crawl under the covers once the bed is made. She will stay there nearly all day if she doesn't get bothered. Sometimes the Sam Cat does bother her. He likes to bat the bump she makes under the covers. She hisses and spits and moves around. Sam just keeps batting and messing.
Today Mommy and Sister were going to fold some laundry they had dumped on the bed. The kitty bump was on the bed. I didn't know that until my feet landed on the top of the bed. So I had to jump the bump real fast. I did one of those *boing, boing* things. I didn't want to land in the middle of a hissing bump. That would have made the bump real mad. Then I would have gotten growly and mean because I don't let cats mess with me.
But the confrontation was avoided by me jumping the bump.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All good things must come to an end</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/705764</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Jan 2011 13:08:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow, that sounds pretty deep, even for me. And I just made that up.
We had a Terribly 'citing new y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow, that sounds pretty deep, even for me. And I just made that up.
We had a Terribly 'citing new year's eve in which I only scored one piece of banana and I did lick Mommy's napkin before she caught on. The peepoles played their little word tile game. That must have been so 'citing, Mommy's brain fried and we went to bed.
This morning Sister, Mommy and Brother left. When they came back it was only Sister and Mommy. No Brother. Then they talked about when he was 'riving someplace and when he might call.
I guess that means Brother had to go away again. I will miss that guy. He was always nice to me, unlike the peepoles that are always here. He would always play with me. He brought me Christmas pressies, unlike a certain Sister, from whom I got nuthin.
And of course, the minute Sister and Mommy walked in they started talking about yarn and knitting and crocheting and projects. 

It is a thrill a minute around here, let me tell you.

HELP! SOMEPUP GET ME OUTTA HERE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fondue and Scrabble</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/705617</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 14:42:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, we are just about to get ready for our family's annual super 'citing New Year's Eve bash. Well ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, we are just about to get ready for our family's annual super 'citing New Year's Eve bash. Well, let's not call it a bash. It's more like a bore.
The family does have fondue. They are very careful not to drop any of the yummy stuff. Now tell me. What is wrong with broccoli, mushrooms, baby carrots, cubes of herby bread, slices of cheese, those little teeny weenie things, snack crackers, chunks of angel food cake, banana, apple slices and caramel sauce? What is in there that a cute little Schnauzer girl can't have? And if it is bad for a dog, why are the peepoles eating it either? And anyways, that has to be mighty cheesey Whiz for me to eat anything with that kind of name.
And then after they eat their stuff that they are oh, so careful not to drop on the floor, they are going to play some weird word game. It's called Bananagrams. They make words with little tiles with letters. Kinda like Scrabble.
Sounds so exciting.
Oh boy, and Sister and Mommy may break out their yarn and start some new knitting and crocheting project, while drinking tea.
Oy Bey. (thanks Z)


<b>Happy New Year to all of my Dogster Pals! Here's hoping the new year is the best one yet!</b>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snowdrift</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/705294</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 05:58:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I get up and Mommy goes to the door to let me outside. She had to push the storm door to open it. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I get up and Mommy goes to the door to let me outside. She had to push the storm door to open it. There is a Gigantic drift of snow against the door. I am a good and obedient girl and I know only naughty dogs *p&p* in the house. So I trudged out into the snow storm. The drift against the door was huge! The first step out was up to my tummy. It got a little bit better on the stairs and in the yard I was able to find a spot to tinkle. I made it quick though because the wind was cold. I can go poopy later.
Get the snow shovel working Mommy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Toys! Toys! Toys!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704831</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 16:58:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woot! I got a lot of new toys today. Mommy brought out a big bag and dumped it on the floor. And Bro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! I got a lot of new toys today. Mommy brought out a big bag and dumped it on the floor. And Brother brought me some toys all the way from the land of California.
I couldn't believe my eyes! 
I got another little Wubba, this time in blue. I got a small purple bear. I got a big plaid stretchy bear. I got a little birdie that makes little birdie sounds. I got a big green octopus. I got a fat pig. And I got some tennis balls and a whistling tennis ball. Those are for outside play.
See? I got a lot of neat stuff. Of course, I had to right away start protecting my stuff, especially from Drover. He is Mr. Grabby. 
I guess I was too late getting my Santa Paws letter barked out. I didn't get any cash or even any gift cards.
But overall, it was a good Christmas. Oh yeah, I think ham should be outlawed and only turdkey allowed for Christmas dinner. All the peepoles kept telling me was "no ham, too much fat." I did score a piece of potato when Sister was cutting them up. And then I got another piece when Mommy tried to dump the pot of them into the sink. Some of them missed the colander thing so I got to eat one of those sink taters.

Bark about your Christmas day pups! I hope you had a good one!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dear Santa Paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704710</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 16:46:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Whoa, this is late! And it is all Mommy's fault. She is so slow and she is trying to get a present d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whoa, this is late! And it is all Mommy's fault. She is so slow and she is trying to get a present done for Sister. The more she tries to hurry the more mistakes she makes and she has to "frog it". That is yarn talk for ripping out the boo-boos.

Since this is so late Santa, I will get right to it. I hope you have had a nice year. Thanks for helping pups get their new homes just in time for Christmas. Off the top of my head, I know Milton, Devin, Jiffy, Bacon, Beanie, and Biscuit have recently been adopted. Oh yeah, and Boomer, the big pup who spent the night here. His new name is River and he has a great home. That's nice, because I didn't like having him here. He was big and could've squashed me.

But on to my list. I have been a very good girl this year. I bark to alert the peepoles when anything is around. They never know when it might be the bad guys so I keep them on the alert with my barking.
So since this is late and I have been good, I'm going with Angel Zoom Smokey's idea. Check out her diary entry here: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/575096/diary/Tails_of_a_good_girl/704586">Angel Zoom Smokey's letter to Santa</a>

Bring me cash. Lots of cash. You can never go wrong with cash. I can shop for what I want. If it is too late to make a large withdrawal at the North Pole Bank, Petco gift cards will do in a pinch. Large dollar amounts.

Thanks Santa. Sorry I won't be leaving out any milk and cookies for you tonight. Tux and the kitty cats would have it gone before you get here.
Have a good evening.

Merry Christmas evfurryone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bobbing for cookies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704576</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 06:09:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So we sit nice at the pantry door and hope that Mommy will give us a treat. Or sometimes we sit nice ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So we sit nice at the pantry door and hope that Mommy will give us a treat. Or sometimes we sit nice over in the kitchen. She has a little "cookie jar" over there too. She keeps little cookies in it. 
Well, you know me. I never miss a chance for a cookie and if Drover or Tux drops their cookie, I am all over it. I sniffed out a cookie under the fridge the other day. Mommy fished it out with a wooden spoon thing. Then I told Brother there was something under the fridge, a piece of dog food. He managed to get that out for me.
So last night, Mommy gave each of us little cookies from the little cookie jar. Drover dropped his. Right into our water dish. 

Bobbing for cookies is not easy. That cookie swam away from my mouth every time I tried to catch it. But I sure gave it a good try.
Mommy finally had to fish it out for me.
Mmm, cookies dipped in water. Yummy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy birthday, happy anniversary</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704336</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 14:48:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Zaidie was barking in his diary about this day being his Dadda's birthday. That made me think about  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Zaidie was barking in his diary about this day being his Dadda's birthday. That made me think about this day also being Mommy and Daddy's anniversary. They have been married 23 years! To each other! They are both old peepoles now and they were both kinda old when they met and got married. And they had never been married before and they only went out for a few months and then they got married. Yep, Mommy was an old maid school marm and Daddy was a messy single man. 
Anywho, they don't usually celebrate except to go out to eat. With Daddy being away this year, he said he was gonna get up early to watch a college football game at 4am! Then he will go to work. Huh, that sounds like a bunch of fun. Mommy will fix a take and bake pizza that Sister picked up in town. 

On another note, I am starting some different kind of kibble. It is Solid Gold's Just a Wee Bit. It is just for me to try because of my bumps. They don't really itch but Mommy doesn't really think they look like they are going away. I am all done taking my Prednisone. She quit using the one kind of laundry detergent that she thought might be making my bumps. So now I get to try some yummy food. It is in a pretty pink package and it is made with bison! When Mommy opened it she sniffed it and said, "so that is what bison smells like." And Sister took a sniff. She said she had never sniffed a bison while she was working at Jellystone even though there were about a gazillion and eight up there. 
Mommy is also threatening me with a bath to try to wash the bumps down the drain.
Let's hope the bison food makes the bumps go away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A barf, a poop and two pees</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704257</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 05:45:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704257</guid>
		<description>And I am Innocent! Really! No fooling! That bad Notme came to my house, not once, not twice, not thr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And I am Innocent! Really! No fooling! That bad Notme came to my house, not once, not twice, not three, but Four times in the dark time! And I guarantee it was Not the Notme with my name!
Let me tell you about this.
We always go outside for one last time before bed. Then Mommy, Drover, Tux and Me went to bed. We were sleeping. Suddenly, I needed to Go! So Mommy and I got up and she let me out. Tux went out too. Georgie cat came in. I poopied. Mommy could see me in the moonlight. I came in and we all went back to bed.
In just a little bit, we heard throwing up sounds. It was not me. I was snuggled in bed. Mommy got up. Georgie cat was throwing up in the hall, just outside the bedroom doorway. From under the covers I could hear Mommy inviting Georgie outside, kinda fast inviting. The cats usually throw up one big time and then maybe one or two smaller times. That is some trivia for you. No charge. 
By then, I could hear Brother asking what he could do to help. He grabbed paper towels and the anti-bad smell spray. Mommy cleaned up the barf. Then Brother sprayed the spray on the spot. Sister was up too, I could hear her voice. Bol, it takes 3 peepoles to clean up kitty barf at my place! The crisis was taken care of.
So we all went back to sleep. 
Now, you may know this about us, but Mommy and us dogs get up early. When Daddy was home, he got up early too. He always left early for work. So it became a habit to get up early around here. Well, I like to stay in bed until breakfast is served. Even though, lately even I have been getting up earlier and I have to wait along with Drover and Tux for breakfast to be served.
But Tux usually gets up earlier than any of us. Mommy tells him to go back to bed. Drover wakes up when Tux comes into the bedroom. Mommy tells him to go back to bed. But she always worries about stuff. She doesn't worry about precious Drover boy, Mr. Perfect. But Tux has done the naughty-naughty tinkles in the house in the past, so she worries about making him wait too long. So she usually gets up to let Tux out and by then she is awake so she stays up. And then Drover gets up so she lets him out and then they all stay up drinking coffee or something.
But this morning was different. Tux came into the bedroom. Mommy told him to go back to bed. We thought he had. But the worrying started up. So Mommy got up to let Tux out. She never turns on lights because of all the little lights on computers, microwave and coffee makers and other stuff that make it light enough to see around. 
She walked right past the other bad stuff. 
Tux went out, Drover went out. Mommy came back to the bathroom and turned on that light. Then she saw the POOP! Near the end of our bed! Drover-sized poop! I have no idea when he did that but that was a Big-time Naughty! Especially for Mr. Perfect. I could hear Mommy gasp while I was under the bed covers. She got some toilet paper and grabbed that poopy and flushed it down the toilet. While she was picking up the poop, I heard her talk to Drover about being a bad boy. heeheehee. Then she gasped again when she discovered Two tinkle places on the corner of our bed! One higher up, Tux height. One a little lower, Drover height.
Whoa, those guys have been super naughty! Even from under the covers I could tell Mommy was Not Happy.
She went and got the anti-bad smell spray to spray. Then she took the bedspread thing off. I could hear her downstairs starting the washing machine.

Can you believe the naughtiness of those two guys!? I mean, just days before Christmas. I think Santa Paws will not be leaving anything for those two delinquent dogs.
I will get all the goodies! I mean, everything belongs to me anyway. But this time there will be no doubt about it!
heeheehee]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy but thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704213</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 17:06:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704213</guid>
		<description>This probably is all the wrong way to send out thank yous. But I gotta do it this way. The peepoles  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This probably is all the wrong way to send out thank yous. But I gotta do it this way. The peepoles are coming and going and the typist is barely home long enough to feed me a treat. Well, it's not really that bad. But this is how we gotta do it.
Thank you for the great greetings and gifties you sent to me.
Drei Snarky Schnauzers: a little snowman that Drover and Tux promptly turned yellow.
Austin knew I needed a Simple Solution thing for the guys to turn yellow.
Doo sent me a Spot Bot. Again to clean up after the guys.
Lexie sent a pretty blue rosette. She knows what it's like with stinky brothers around.
Redford and his family know what it's like to have multiple pets and sent me another Simple Solution gadget. I can always use those around here.
SAMSON sent me and Drover Christmas stockings. I can't wait to peek inside those.


Thank you pups! You are the very bestest and I hope Santa Paws brings you tons of evfurry thing you love the best!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick - Me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704123</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 04:43:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704123</guid>
		<description>Woot! Dogster heard me barking about them barking about Officer Bane.
Please, save your zealies! My ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woot! Dogster heard me barking about them barking about Officer Bane.
Please, save your zealies! My page already looks great with all the nice pretties you pals have sent. I must be caught in the diary pick loop thingie. I have been picked a lot lately.
Thanks for diary pick Dogster. Thanks to all my great pals around here for reading my little diary.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day - Officer Bane</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704010</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Dec 2010 04:58:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/704010</guid>
		<description>Dogster is helping get the word out by picking Officer Bane as Diary of the Day.
He is a true worki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster is helping get the word out by picking <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1166716#diary">Officer Bane</a> as Diary of the Day.
He is a true working dog. Sadly he went missing while he was on a job.
Let's help get the word out and send some power of the paw that he will be found soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lunar eclipse</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703953</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 15:28:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703953</guid>
		<description>I am not usually into this kind of stuff. I mean, I like to stay snuggled in bed at night. I don't u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not usually into this kind of stuff. I mean, I like to stay snuggled in bed at night. I don't usually have to go out during the night. 
But some of you night owl, science types might be interested in knowing about a big time lunar eclipse happening Monday night into early Tuesday morning.
Check out this article for more info. And a fun little poem the reporter wrote.

<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.localnews8.com/news/26187821/detail.html">Total Lunar Eclipse</a>

Bark about it if you get to see it. I'll be sleeping. Plus it will probably be cloudy at my place.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh Brother!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703925</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 12:33:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703925</guid>
		<description>Got up. Had breakfast. Started digesting. It was snowing so I didn't spend much time outside. It was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Got up. Had breakfast. Started digesting. It was snowing so I didn't spend much time outside. It was just barely starting to get light and Mommy and Sister left us alone. "We won't be gone long. Be good!" And they were outta here.
Later I heard them pull in and the garage door open. We got ready at the back door. Mommy opened the door and I stood on the porch. That's when I saw him.
My Brother! Whoa, I went into happy mode! I hadn't seen Brother in a month of Sundays. Or maybe a week or so. I remembered him and he remembered me. I ran to him and he squatted down to pet me and talk to me. Then I got all goofy and got a mini case of the zoomies. Zoomies aren't the easiest when there is a bunch of new snow in your yard. 
Come on, let's all go inside and get reacquainted! That's what we did. We all acted goofy and stuff. Brother eventually sat down and I was able to get my tummy scritched. No one does that around here anymore.
The peepoles talked. Brother ate some soup. Now he is napping. Something about spending a lot of time in airports. 
I need to make plans for when he wakes up. I will let you know what happens.

P.S. Mommy just picked up the loud, long, green snake that Jelly sent. Tux was squeaking it and Mommy said something about it not being very nap inducing. Sure hope we get the snake back soon. We love it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Working with a cat!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703831</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 19:49:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703831</guid>
		<description>First of all, just let me bark thank you to all of my pals for sending goodies to my page yesterday  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, just let me bark thank you to all of my pals for sending goodies to my page yesterday when I had a diary pick. Thank you for reading my little diary. You know I only bark the real deal.
And Drover had a diary pick today. Now he is all like, I need to bark more often in my diary. Yeah right. Just try it bub.

Anywho, let me set this up for you. This is Good! Our Ellie cat loves cheese. She goes into the kitchen when she hears the cheese package being opened. She meows and gets annoying until someone gives her a little bit. So, Sister had fixed herself a tortilla with some melted cheese. Ellie followed her from the kitchen into the living room. Sister sat on the love seat with Ellie on one side. I hopped up there because that cheesy tortilla sure smelled good.
As Sister was trying to shoo away Ellie with one hand, she was holding the tortilla in the other. That's where I come in. I was sitting close. I guess I had my mouth open in amazement that Ellie cat was being so bold trying to get some cheese. 
The hand holding the cheesy tortilla came oh-so-close to my mouth. In fact, it came into my mouth and I was able to taste the yumminess. 
Then Sister jerked the tortilla away from me. She tore off a tiny bit of cheese for Ellie and then Threw the rest of the thing away! No bites for me! She told me I already got a taste and that was enough.
Can you believe the injustice of it all? Ellie and I had the whole thing planned and it was working beautifully. Ellie got her cheese bite. I only got a slight taste before it went into the trash. I should've gotten the rest of the cheesy tortilla!
The plan came together fast. It was working. I forgot to factor in the stinginess of the human involved.
Back to the drawingboard. Whatever that means.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My slide show</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703691</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:37:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703691</guid>
		<description>We got a slide show posted to my page. Take a look when you get a chance. It shows my goodies I rece ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We got a slide show posted to my page. Take a look when you get a chance. It shows my goodies I received from a couple of good pals.
I learned something too. If you hover your mousie cursor over the picture you can see the short caption I added.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have photos too</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703325</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 19:58:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703325</guid>
		<description>Can you believe it? Tux and Drover got new photos on their pages. Mommy says she is tired now and is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Can you believe it? Tux and Drover got new photos on their pages. Mommy says she is tired now and isn't going to do any for me tonight. Humph!
Where do you pups get the slide show thingies for your pages? That's what I need for All my photos taken of all of my goodies!
Leave me a comment or pmail me with a good site for an easy to use slide show. I appreciate it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703286</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 14:47:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703286</guid>
		<description>The day started out great. Well, as soon as Mommy had drinked a gallon of coffee and Sister slumped  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The day started out great. Well, as soon as Mommy had drinked a gallon of coffee and Sister slumped outta bed we got started. Photo shoot! We got to open the packages Zaidie and his family sent to us.
I got some very tasty chicken treats. I got a new red Jolly ball. I got 2 Chuck-It balls. I will let Tux play with those. I got a tug toy. I got a beaver squeaky toy. I got a bird house with three squeaky birdies. I got 3 kitty cat toys with cat nip. I haven't been able to play with those since they had to go downstairs for the cats to play with. Well, I did grab onto the little teeny Wubba for a minute or two. Then I got 2 pairs of warm red mittens. I will let Mommy and Sister use those. I got some pretty stick on notes, all sizes. And I got a 2011 calendar with pretty Canadian photos every month. I think that is all. I may have forgotten something. Thank you Zaidie for delivering an early Christmas to my place.
Then we were taking a break from all the excitement. Drover was sitting in Mommy's lap. Tux was kinda next to her chair. Suddenly Drover leaped offa Mommy's lap, over Tux and landed flat on top of Me! I was nearly killed. My life flashed before my eyes. I thought I was becoming a pancake. I kid you not. Drover is heavy. I made a quick recovery and got all mad at Drover and I sure sounded tough. He knows better than to leap and try to flatten me.
More break time. Waiting for the mailman to bring me more cards and packages. He is very dependable. I got one more card, all the way from Puerto Rico!
And I got another package all the way from Canada! This package is from my very good little pal Jelly. Again with the waiting. Mommy and Sister went to town and I had to wait for them to get back. Then I had to wait for them to chase the neighbor's cow outta our front yard. Sigh.
Anywho, Jelly sent me a ton of great stuff. More yummy treats! Canadian Bacon flavor! Yum! And a luggage tag that looks like a Schnauzer. Cute! And a music CD for Mommy to play for me to calm me down. Like I get all wound up! Bol
And Jelly sent a fun reindeer squeaky guy. And a very long green snake that makes lots of different kinds of Noises! And he has a rattle in his tail! Mommy doesn't like snakes but she laughs instead of screams at this one.
So besides being nearly flattened and needing a spatula to scrap me offa the floor, I have had a Furtastic day!
It's been a busy day filled with presents from wonderful pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Barking from Bed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703202</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 05:18:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703202</guid>
		<description>Every morning Mommy, Drover and Tux get up way early. Stoopid early. I stay snuggled in bed usually  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every morning Mommy, Drover and Tux get up way early. Stoopid early. I stay snuggled in bed usually until I hear breakfast being served. Usually the guys are quiet. Mommy shushes them so that Sister's sleep won't be disturbed.
Well, this morning my sleep was disturbed! Drover was outside barking his fool head off. That really is unusual so I started barking from bed. I could hear Mommy calling him to come in and to get quiet. Even if I were to get up and join in the barking outside, I wouldn't really get to stay out there for long. It was still dark. It was probably cold. No sense in getting all worked up over it. So I did the smart thing and barked from bed.
Then I heard what Drover was barking at. Coyotes! They sounded close! Too close for comfort. Right over there on the other side of the fence!
I will let Drover do the barking and possibly get eaten by coyotes. I will stay in bed and do my barking in comfort.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703140</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 15:32:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/703140</guid>
		<description>I told you pups how when we get a package delivered I know it is for me? Well, the mailman pulled in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I told you pups how when we get a package delivered I know it is for me? Well, the mailman pulled into the drive and Mommy brought in a big package.
It's for me. Only me. Even if it is addressed to the Family. The contents are mine.
So it takes Mommy a Long time before she even opens my package. Sister was just getting home from where ever she goes most days. And I got a ton of Christmas cards from some of you pals. Mommy had to look at those. And open the other mail.
Finally she opened my box. She started pulling out pretty wrapped package after pretty wrapped package. She kept pulling them out and putting them on the kitchen table. I couldn't see them up there. A couple of things weren't wrapped and she was extra sneaky about those. I sat under the table, waiting for her to give me my goodies. I waited some more. And some more. I got bored waiting so I went to do something else.
Then the Ellie Cat jumped onto a chair at the table. She was acting like she was gonna get On the table. I ran over there to tell her to move away from my goodies. Mommy and Sister talked about how one of the packages was making jingly sounds. They thought that it sounded like a cat toy. Sister opened that package! Inside was a little smelly sardine cat nip toy. And also a small pink Wubba. Smaller than the one Mickey sent to me.
I am ok with cat toys. I like to play with some that are downstairs. Give me the cat toys, Sister.
She gave them a little toss down the stairs. Sam Cat and Ellie Cat went down there and started playing with My cat toys.
Toadally Unfair, huh?
That is just not right. I know the table is covered with packages for Me. Not the cats. Not Drover or Tux. Not even the ones Sister and Mommy said have their names on them. 
Unfair! And how am I ever gonna get on that table to get to my packages?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Meh day to great day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702901</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 17:06:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Things started out pretty meh. Yawn. Boring. Nothing special going on.
Then the mail lady pulled in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Things started out pretty meh. Yawn. Boring. Nothing special going on.
Then the mail lady pulled in. We went crazy with barking.
The mail lady works on Saturdays to give the regular guy some time off I guess. She had some more cards for me. And a couple of packages. I always think any packages are for me. And sometimes they are! Today Mommy brought in two packages. 
One package had something that is for someone and it is a Christmas gift. I am not allowed to bark about it in case the person reads my diary! But there were a couple of packages of yummy Fruitables dog treats. Those are for me. Well, and Drover and Tux.
And the other box was for Me, Me, Me! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/525219">Little Man Mickey</a> sent me some very nice and fun things. I got a small pink Wubba. Love that. I used to have a couple of other Wubbas but some other dogs destroyed them. And a very fun raccoon with no stuffing. Mickey kinda played with that before he sent it. I could smell his after shave. Bol
And he sent some very tasty treats. And he even sent Mommy a fun Schnauzer key ring.
Thank you Mickey! You helped turned a meh day into a fun day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702823</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 03:44:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702823</guid>
		<description>Nope, not me, again.
But a very pretty black labbie girl, Pepper has the top honors today. 
She's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nope, not me, again.
But a very pretty black labbie girl, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/975468">Pepper</a> has the top honors today. 
She's been having a rough time getting any descent photos with Santa. Now she has her very own Santa!
Way to bark Pepper!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary of the Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702732</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 07:35:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702732</guid>
		<description>No, not me! But look, look, look!

It's Finley!

Check out her festive page pups!
And congrats  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, not me! But look, look, look!

It's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954910">Finley!</a>

Check out her festive page pups!
And congrats to you Finley!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Card count</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702673</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 14:07:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok, so I am stealing this idea from Zaidie who stole the idea from Mini Mischief.
I always get way  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok, so I am stealing this idea from Zaidie who stole the idea from Mini Mischief.
I always get way more Christmas cards than the peepoles around here. They are a bunch of hermits and have no friends.
But not me! We are having a card exchange in the super fun group Schnauzers Rule. Plus some other of my Dogster pals swapped addresses.
So the count today is: Mommy: 1 card
Zoe, well, and the other dogs: 10 cards!

We even got a Christmas post card from the Pet Lodge place we stayed at last summer. They have 10% off of any service in the coming up year. Mommy thinks that may come in handy. That may not be so good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Burn barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702635</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 07:58:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So Mommy made a quick trip to town yesterday. She said she needed to get some cash money. She needed ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So Mommy made a quick trip to town yesterday. She said she needed to get some cash money. She needed the money for something I would like to bark at. Hmm, don't be so mysterious but I sure like the barking part.
Just a few minutes ago a truck and a trailer pulled into our drive. Mommy told us to stay in, but I sneakied out! I ran to take a look. Yep, the truck was backing in and the trailer had a bunch of firewood in it.
Mommy came over and scooped me up. I guess I didn't hear her telling me to "come". I got stuffed back in the house.
But in just a few minutes Mommy opened the door and we all got to rush out. The truck and it's trailer were leaving but it left a big pile of firewood in front of our garage. I barked the truck and trailer outta the drive. I barked at the wood. It just sat there.
Cool! I love to bark at anything and everything. I haven't barked at firewood in a long time. 

Uh oh. Mommy just told me we have to stack the wood. She told me she should would rig me up with a sled and I would have to pull the wood over to where we need to stack it.
I sure hope she is kidding about that!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The last to know</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/702578</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Dec 2010 17:04:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pups know that I pride myself in being the first to sound the bark alarm around here. I hear thi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know that I pride myself in being the first to sound the bark alarm around here. I hear things to bark at. I see things to bark at. Heck, I imagine stuff to bark at! 
I bark loud and long at Everything.
So, it is an embarrassed little me that found out that my Brother is coming home for Christmas. 
How did I find out? 
Did Mommy tell me?
No. 
Did Sister tell me? 
No. 
Did Brother send me a pmail?
No.

I found out from Zaidie! Zaidie found out 'cause sometimes he hangs around the Book of Faces place. My Sister posted there that Brother was coming home in a few days.
Toadally not right. I should have gotten the memo months ago.

Note from Zoe's Mommy:
Since Zoe's Brother and Daddy are both gone, my daughter and I try not to say the "B" and "D" words. Zoe would get very excited, especially when her Daddy would get home from work. We don't want to upset her by getting her all worked up for no reason.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun stuff</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Dec 2010 05:56:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sorry I haven't barked in a couple of days. Typist has been busy, or so she says.
Here is a fun sit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry I haven't barked in a couple of days. Typist has been busy, or so she says.
Here is a fun site you can make virtual snowflakes. You can use the virtual scissors and never have to clean up all those paper crumbs!
Check it out when you have some time.

<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://snowflakes.barkleyus.com/index.html">Make a Snowflake</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The V-E-T</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701947</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Dec 2010 17:23:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I have been thinking all day about what to bark in my diary about my trip to the v-e-t yesterd ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I have been thinking all day about what to bark in my diary about my trip to the v-e-t yesterday. I came up with a real good story and Mommy put the kibosh on it. grr.
So here is the truth and nothing but.
Lemme back up just a bit. About a month ago, Mommy felt some bumps on my noggin. They were itchy because I was rubbing my head on the furniture and in the snow. She kinda thought maybe a little spider crawled around on me and bited me. The bug killer man hasn't been here in a month or so and the little bugs are hanging around inside where it's warmer. Bol, that makes it sound like we are bug infested! It's not like that. Sister thought I had fleas! But no other pet was itchy.
Anyways, the itchiness stopped. My hair grew. And Mommy didn't give it much more thought.
Until yesterday when the groomer, (a.k.a torturer, Mommy can see a little owie in my ear and Drover has a nick on a new wart thing) the groomer told Mommy I was covered in bumps. With my hair all shrunk off you can see little pox looking things all over me. 
I came home for a quick break and then off to the v.e.t. I got to bark at a truck and a stock trailer as we got out of our truck! 
I was a good girl. I got on the scale. I weigh 16 pounds. Then me and Mommy went into a little room. Mommy put me on a shiny metal table. At least there was a nice white towel to hunker down on. That's what I did. Hunker down. Tried to get as small as possible. And I trembled. The vet tech and the vet came in. 
They both looked at me. The vet tech kinda gasped when she saw my pox. The vet looked me over and while he was looking at my teeth, my other end was violated. I didn't try to bite anyone and I just continued to tremble while the vet listened to my insides.
The vet asked Mommy some questions about what I eat and if that had changed lately. He asked if Mommy had changed anything else, like detergent. Yes, she had. She didn't write it on the calendar but she changed from powder to liquid detergent! It is all Mommy's fault! Bad dog mom!
He seemed to think my bumps were allergy related. They talked, blah, blah, blah. Then I got a little shot of Ivermectin. And I am to take some pills. Let's see, they are called Prednisone, not to be confussed with Pregnant Zone. I am spayed, thank you! 
Both of those things are to see if the bumps go away. If, after I finish with my pills, I still have bumps, I have to go back to the vet and they will try something else.
So there you have it. My terrible tale of torture and more torture. I am fine, pups. I am pooping and peeing. I am not really itchy but I don't look good. I knew going to the groomer's was a Bad idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I will be ok</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701810</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Dec 2010 15:53:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups, just to let you know I am ok. I went to the vet and got my bum poked, a little shot and so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups, just to let you know I am ok. I went to the vet and got my bum poked, a little shot and some pills to take.
I didn't want you to worry about little me. But I have had a busy day and now I am pooped. Well, and the garbage truck just went past. That is big time bark worthy.
 
I will bark tomorrow about my adventure at the dreaded v-e-t.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back from grooming, off to the vet!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701792</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Dec 2010 12:40:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a terrible day for me. First thing Me and Drover are stuffed into the pick-em-up truck for the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a terrible day for me. First thing Me and Drover are stuffed into the pick-em-up truck for the 20 hour ride to the groomer's. She is all the way in town and it takes a really long time to get there.
Then we get groomed. And Photographed for heavens sake! The groomer (a.k.a. torturer) gave an envelope to Mommy when she came and picked us up. A card, our photos and some unidentified dog treat. We don't get to have the dog treat because Mommy doesn't know what they are and where their country of origin is. 
They are dog treats for dogs that have been tortured at the groomer place. 
I say I get to have the mystery treat. But that is not gonna happen. We have our own treats.
But, and here's the big but, I have bumps all over me! I look like I have chicken pox! 
Let's all guilt Mommy. She is a BAD dog mom. She has watched me rubbing my head in the snow for like forever. She could feel some bumps on my head. But only now, when you can see my poor little polka dotted body does she make a vet appointment for me.
So I will update you pups when I get back from the vet. I am gonna crash for awhile before I have to go be tortured again, at the vet.
What a day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Reading again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701675</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Dec 2010 13:46:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Remember the other day when I barked about being able to read? I saw a box on a table and I just kne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Remember the other day when I barked about being able to read? I saw a box on a table and I just knew it had a toy inside. Turns out I was right. There was a toy inside the box. But it wasn't for me.
Well, today the mailman pulled into our snowy driveway. We were all inside. I did let out a couple of barks but then I got quiet. Amazing, I know. But Christmas is just around the corner and we gotta be good dogs. 
Now when the mailman pulls into our drive, that means he has something that won't fit into our mailbox. So sure enough, Mommy went out the front door and when she came back in, she had a box. 
Remember how I can read? I Knew this box was for me, well, for us. Right on the label it had: Attn: Lucky Dogs. That is us! Sure enough, Mommy opened the box. She took out two smaller boxes. Cookies!
Since we had been good dogs and didn't bark (much) when she went out the front door we each got a Good Dog cookie! Apple Dumpling! Very tasty! Then we looked awful cute sitting there and Mommy caved and gave us a cookie from the other box. Lamb and sweet potato flavor. Those were yummy too.
There was still something in the big box. The big box marked Attn.: Lucky Dogs. But that box went back into Mommy's bedroom and up on the shelf.
Now I Know there is something else in that box.
I can't wait to find out what is in there!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eating Tips for the Holidays</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701616</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Dec 2010 05:31:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Cut and paste time for this entry. You might have seen it and it mostly applies to our pawrents but  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Cut and paste time for this entry. You might have seen it and it mostly applies to our pawrents but us pups can pick up a few tips.

Eating Tips for the Holidays

1. Avoid carrot sticks. Anyone who puts carrots on a holiday buffet table knows nothing of the holiday spirit. In fact, if you see carrots, leave immediately. Go next door, where they're serving rum balls.

2. Drink as much eggnog as you can and quickly. You can't find it any other time of year but now. So drink up! Who cares that it has 10,000 calories in every sip? It's not as if you're going to turn into an "eggnog-aholic" or something. It's a treat. Enjoy it!!!! Have one for me. Have two. It's later than you think. It's almost Christmas!

3. If something comes with gravy, use it. That's the whole point of gravy. Gravy does not stand-alone. Pour it on. Make a volcano out of your mashed potatoes. Fill it with gravy. Eat the volcano. Repeat.

4. As for mashed potatoes, always ask if they're made with skim milk or whole milk. If it's skim, pass. Why bother? It's like buying a sports car with an automatic transmission.

5. Do not have a snack before going to a party in an effort to control your eating. The whole point of going to a holiday party is to eat other people's food for free. Lots of it. 

6. Under no circumstances should you exercise between now and New Year's. This is the time for long naps, which you'll need after circling the buffet table while carrying a 10-pound plate of food and that vat of eggnog.

7. If you come across something really good at a buffet table, like frosted cookies in the shape and size of snowmen, position yourself near them and don't budge. Have as many as you can before becoming the center of attention. They're like a beautiful pair of shoes. If you leave them behind, you're never going to see them again.

8. Same for pies. Apple, pumpkin and mincemeat - have a slice of each. Or, if you don't like mincemeat, have two apples and one pumpkin. Always have three. When else do you get to have more than one dessert? Labor Day?

9. Did someone mention fruitcake? Granted, it's loaded with the
mandatory celebratory calories, but avoid it at all cost. I mean, have some standards.

10. One final tip: If you don't feel terrible when you leave the party or get up from the table, you haven't been paying attention. Reread tips: Start over, but hurry, January is just around the corner.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary of the Day</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Nov 2010 04:45:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No, not me! Had ya going didn't I? bol

The honors today go to Pepper. She is a member of a 4-pack ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, not me! Had ya going didn't I? bol

The honors today go to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955117">Pepper</a>. She is a member of a 4-pack of Papillons. Now Pepper isn't the queen in her house but she likes to bark. And there are a couple of stinking brothers there too.
If you don't know this funny little Papillon pack, it's time you did. Check out Pepper, Misty, Cutter and Scooter. You'll be glad you did.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Leaking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701365</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Nov 2010 20:09:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had to clean up Mommy's face tonight. She was leaking out of her eyes and her nose! 
She said she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had to clean up Mommy's face tonight. She was leaking out of her eyes and her nose! 
She said she was alright but I kept getting real close to try to clean her off.
It was all Sister's fault that Mommy was leaking. Sister chose a movie to watch that Always makes Mommy leak. And she hadn't watched it for a day or week or sumfin so the leaking was worse.
She is doing better now. I gave her a good going over.

Hey, and thanks for all the messages and rosettes and gifts you pals sent to me today. Thanks for noticing I had a diary pick today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I forgot to bark this</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701120</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 14:32:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Remember I told you Me and Drover were going to be tortured today? After Mommy went out to make sure ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Remember I told you Me and Drover were going to be tortured today? After Mommy went out to make sure the vehicle would start and having to pry open the frozen garage door, Mommy loaded us up in the 4-wheel drive pick-em-up truck early this morning. Off we went on the icy, snow packed roads. We pulled up to the groomer's place and got out. 

She wasn't there.

We got back in our truck. We waited. Mommy called the groomer person. She couldn't get her car started and could we reschedule for next Tuesday? Takes her a long time to get her car started, doesn't it? Bol.
We drove home.
We are still fuzzy. And I am fine with that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Durn Dastardly Deer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/701098</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 11:37:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Daily, by dark, delinquent deer dive over our defenses with devious deeds devised. Proudly, they pra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daily, by dark, delinquent deer dive over our defenses with devious deeds devised. Proudly, they prance across plenty of our property and peacefully pollute it with their poop. But beyond that, they bite and bolt back bushes and berries. Mother meticulously minds these amid the mild months, making them mature. Callously, the creatures consume the culminations of her considerate care. I attempt to avert adverse aftermath through audible activities, but am I appreciated? Naturally not. I am subjected to shouts and supplications for silence. I intend to impede the impertinent individuals, who itch to ingest and make icky our items. Should I simply stand separate from this shocking slur? Oppositely, I ought to obstruct them. I do this through any designs at my disposal. The best is barking. Tell me truthfully, is this a transgression? I petition my parents to permit me to ply my preferred plan. I am determined to deter those darn deer. 


Uh, my human Sister helped me just a little bit with this entry. She is a student at the local state university. She is an English major and she likes to write stuff.
Thanks for your help Sister!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Bird (yet)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700989</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 16:15:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I didn't get any of that little tiny bird that Sister and Mommy had for their Thanksgiving dinner. T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I didn't get any of that little tiny bird that Sister and Mommy had for their Thanksgiving dinner. There is actually some leftovers of them, so there is still a chance I will get to taste some. 
Something good did come of the meal though. Me and Tux usually hang around under the table. Not that we get hand fed because we don't. I guess we just like to hang around under there. Today a half of a little red potato came falling off of Mommy's plate. Boy, oh, boy, I was one that little spuddy buddy like white on rice. It was a pretty big mouthful for a small pup like me. Then I licked the rug to make sure I got all of the juicy drippings. Yummy!
And after the dinner, Mommy gave each of us another half of a little red potato. This one didn't have any butter on it but it was still tasty.
So hopefully, tomorrow I will be able to try some of that teeny tiny bird. It sure did smell good while everything was cooking.

On a bad note, tomorrow morning Me and Drover are going to be tortured (groomed). The neighbor came and plowed out our driveway so there is no excuse for us not to get out. Boo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanksgiving Dinner. Ur doin it rong</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700777</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 10:33:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This year Thanksgiving will just be us pets and Sister and Mommy. The peepoles decided they didn't n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This year Thanksgiving will just be us pets and Sister and Mommy. The peepoles decided they didn't need a Great Big Traditional Thanksgiving feast. They have downsized. Cutting back. 
Lemme tell ya 'bout it. 
No smashed taters! Sad but true! They are gonna have little red potatoes with butter and garlic. Sounds good but the feast just isn't right without smashed taters. And gravy. No gravy for the little red taters. 
Sister doesn't really like sweet potatoes, so Mommy is just gonna fix herself one. That will look pathetic on the table. 
And the GBC police will be stopping by and hauling them off. They aren't gonna have the traditional, required Green Bean Casserole! Shocking isn't it? My family are such rebels!
They are at least having pies and stuffing and some of the other usual stuff.
Remember that picture of me and the super-huge turkey? It's on my page somewhere. That was last year or sometime. That was a great big bird. Mommy grew that big bird. Now we don't have any kind of birds growing or laying eggs around here. With just the two of them here, they decided they didn't Need a big turkey. Or even a little turkey. 
This is what they decided to have.
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Pathetic! That is one little bitty bird. Well, they each have their own little bird. But they are still Pathetic! There is no meat to eat on those little bitty birds. Mommy will probably burn and blacken those little tiny birds. And there won't be any leftovers at all.

What were they thinking?
Maybe some kind pup out there will send me some leftovers?

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you great pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad weather. Good news!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700624</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 06:36:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The other day we had snow. Nice pretty Christmas card picture kinda snow. That was weird for our pla ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other day we had snow. Nice pretty Christmas card picture kinda snow. That was weird for our place. Not normal. 
Yesterday, we got back to normal. Snow, wind, drifting snow all over the place. Mommy has been watching one place where we usually get a great big drift in our yard. It forms next to our fence and once a year or so ago, I walked right over the fence! She is watching to make sure that doesn't happen again. If it happens, she will get out and rearrange the snow drift. So I can't walk over the fence again.
Anywho, we've got the snow, wind and drifts going on. A neighbor came yesterday evening and plowed our driveway and mailbox area. Mommy wouldn't let us outside to bark at him. :-( It snowed and blowed overnight and it is all drifted in again. The local school districts are closed today. Even the State Police are asking that peepoles stay off the roads. It is a blizzard out there!
All of this bad weather is a good thing.
Me and Drover were scheduled to be groomed this morning. Mommy is gonna call in awhile and reschedule! Yippee! She says it is not worth it to take chances with the bad road conditions. 
Dodged the grooming bullet. Thanks to a blizzard!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some pup's birthday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700459</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 04:16:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700459</guid>
		<description>Hey gang! It's some pup's birthday. Some pup we all know and love!
Head on over to his page!

Tod ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey gang! It's some pup's birthday. Some pup we all know and love!
Head on over to his page!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039">Today is Zaidie's birthday!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Check out Ok-Go</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700112</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 04:48:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700112</guid>
		<description>I have added a super cool YouTube video to my page. Be sure to check it out. The group is called Ok- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have added a super cool YouTube video to my page. Be sure to check it out. The group is called Ok-Go. Mommy is old and had never heard of them before. 
They have some other very fun videos you might want to watch. I recommend the one with treadmills and the Rube Goldberg one called <i>This Too Shall Pass</i>
Fun stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time to place that One vote</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700014</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 14:24:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/700014</guid>
		<description>Uh oh, I was just sniffing out the finalists in the Dogster World's Coolest Dog Show.
Wonderful pho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Uh oh, I was just sniffing out the finalists in the Dogster World's Coolest Dog Show.
Wonderful photos all of them. 
Too many of my pals are finalists! I only have one vote.



My vote can be bought. ;-)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something my Sister showed me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699946</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 08:00:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699946</guid>
		<description>If you have a few minutes, here is a Fun blog post to read. Take your time an enjoy. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you have a few minutes, here is a <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://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogs-dont-understand-basic-concepts.html">Fun blog</a> post to read. Take your time an enjoy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's gone</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699865</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Nov 2010 12:46:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699865</guid>
		<description>The puppy slept almost all night long in a crate in Brother's room. He woke up sometime and Mommy to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The puppy slept almost all night long in a crate in Brother's room. He woke up sometime and Mommy took him outside. Then he cried and fussed for awhile. He went back to sleep so the rest of us could get back to sleep.
He didn't eat much for his breakfast. Don't know why. But at least he pooped outside. That is naughty to poop in the house. Only Notme does that around here.
The phone rang kinda early. Mommy loaded up the puppy's sack of food and some other stuff. Then the phone rang again and Mommy and the puppy left. When Mommy came back she didn't have the puppy with her. 
Good. I mean, he was alright but I am the baby of the family. Doesn't matter that Tux is younger than me. I am the baby of the family. So there.
And I was just being shy. I wasn't afraid of him. 
I am glad he is gone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ack! A Puppy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699769</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 19:38:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699769</guid>
		<description>There is a puppy at my place. A twelve week old puppy that is way bigger than me. He is almost as bi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is a puppy at my place. A twelve week old puppy that is way bigger than me. He is almost as big as Tux.
Here is his Petfinder listing.
<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.petfinder.com/petdetail/17854507">Boomer</a>
Mommy brought him home this evening. She says he is just here for the night. His new momma is coming all the way from Washington to adopt him.
I guess it will be ok. He is gonna sleep in a crate. He hasn't potty or done anything naughty in the house. Mommy keeps saying he is such a good puppy.
Enough. I am Still the Baby of the Family.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I don't like it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699624</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 15:29:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699624</guid>
		<description>Why does Dogster HQ keep messing with stuff?
There was such an uproar of pups and kitties barking a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why does Dogster HQ keep messing with stuff?
There was such an uproar of pups and kitties barking and meowing their dislike of the changes on our bark board a couple weeks ago, they took it off. 
It's back. The New and Improved version.
Harumph!
I <b>love</b> to keep up with my pals diary entries. I do pretty good at keeping right up to date. Until the changes came back.
Like just now. Page one of my Dogster Activity By My Pals shows that Fizzy wrote a new diary entry. Yeah, on Nov. 13. Read that already. On Nov. 13.
So I scroll down the page. Turn to page 2. There is my pal Shakey. He did add a new entry, just awhile ago!
Scroll down, more entries that I have already read, days ago.
On to page 3. Aha! A new entry from Bacon! Page 3!
Pups, I do spend a lot of time on here. But I don't have the time to check through all 7 pages that are showing right now. I hope I don't miss some of your entries! That would make me sad!

HQ, please stop messing around. I don't like the changes! Make them go away and stay away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Can I Read?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699277</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 12:36:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/699277</guid>
		<description>I think I can read! 
Mommy had some stuff sitting on a table by the back door. I saw something up t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think I can read! 
Mommy had some stuff sitting on a table by the back door. I saw something up there. I got very interested in what was up there. I started whining. I danced on my back legs.
I saw a box. A box with a toy inside!
Now let me tell you, Mommy went away yesterday. We stayed home with Sister. Mommy went shopping. She brought stuff back with her so I know she had been shopping. So that makes sense that she bought Me something!
How in the world can it be 'splained unless I can read? I have never seen that kind of toy before. But I know there is a toy in the box! A box with words on it.
I can read! 
And I sure want that toy. The toy in the box.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks Pups!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698879</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Nov 2010 07:04:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698879</guid>
		<description>Hey, thank you to all you great pups who sent me fun things to decorate my page yesterday when I had ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey, thank you to all you great pups who sent me fun things to decorate my page yesterday when I had a Diary Pick!
Please forgive me for not sending each of you a thank you pmail. My typist is having trouble opening my rosettes and some of them aren't even showing up!
But a big ol' barky Von Schnauzer thank you to each and everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Early morning dreams</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698756</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Nov 2010 08:04:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698756</guid>
		<description>I was snoozing so nice this morning. It was so comfy under the covers on the big bed. I knew that Mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was snoozing so nice this morning. It was so comfy under the covers on the big bed. I knew that Mommy had gotten up and started the woodstove. It would be warm and cozy out there when I got up and to have my breakfast. I was barely awake thinking about what I was going to do today.
First, of course, I would have breakfast. I would make a quick trip outside to potty and do a perimeter check. Maybe let out a couple of barks just because. I would come back in and let my breakfast digest while snoozing in the living room. I would have to decide where to relax. Maybe on the love seat. Maybe in front of the woodstove.
After awhile, I would go outside to potty again. This time it would be light. The neighbor dogs would be barking so I would join in. I might bark at the neighbor going past to feed his cows. I would probably bark at the school bus. Maybe a tractor would rattle past. Those are always good barking. Oh and if it's a real good morning, there would be a deer or two bounding away. Those deers are great to bark at. They sure can move fast.
I dreamed more about my day. Coming inside. Going outside. A lot. Barking. A lot. Running around the yard. Sniffing. Hunting bugs. Running through the dry leaves. Sniffing kitty tushies. Yeah, this would be a good day.
Then I heard the breakfast bowls being filled. That was my cue to get up. I ran out to the kitchen and chowed down. Mommy opened the back door so I could go out to potty.
Wait a minute.
Rain. Wet rain. Rain mixed with snow. Ugh.
I did go out to do my business. Got wet. Don't like to get wet. I sure didn't stay out long.

I am going to have to rethink my plans for the day. 

Mommy, would you move the baby gate from the top of the stairs? Notme may be visiting us today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Falling back</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698468</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Nov 2010 07:56:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698468</guid>
		<description>Why can't the peepoles leave things as they are? They are always tinkering with stuff. It adds a ton ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why can't the peepoles leave things as they are? They are always tinkering with stuff. It adds a ton of stress to their lives.
Why can't they take lessons from us dogs? We eat, sleep, play, bark, eat some more, sleep some more, etc. etc. 
Simple.
So why do the peepoles mess with the clocks? Like they think they can control the rising and setting of the sun? No way, Jose.
And the dumbest part is they are actually happy about this. They think they are going to get an extra hour of sleep!
Me and you know that is Not going to happen! Us dogs are creatures of habit. Our internal tummy alarms are going to go off when we get hungry. Doesn't matter what time the clock says it is. We know when it's time to get up and have breakfast.
Goofy peepoles don't realize that.
So let's take that "extra" hour and do sumfin fun! Sumfin us dogs like to do! Ok, that may be sleeping. But it might be taking an extra long walk. Or how 'bout going to a dog park if you have one near your place. Or maybe a car ride and an extra treat of going to the magic food window?
You pups are smart! Help your pawrents come up with some good ideas on how to use that extra hour tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love affair with Bacon!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698321</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Nov 2010 04:54:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698321</guid>
		<description>We all love that happy little guy Bacon. And we all love to eat us some bacon if somebody slips us s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We all love that happy little guy Bacon. And we all love to eat us some bacon if somebody slips us some.
But is the world ready for <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.aolnews.com/weird-news/article/bacon-flavored-soda-sizzles-onto-shelves/19697827?test=latestnews">Bacon Flavored Soda!</a>

Not sure about that one. Check it out pups.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another joke for you</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698240</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Nov 2010 12:08:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698240</guid>
		<description>My Sister told me this one. 

There were a couple of guys talking about the books they were readin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My Sister told me this one. 

There were a couple of guys talking about the books they were reading. One of the guys was reading a book about anti-gravity.
The other guy asked how it was.

"Hard to put down" was the reply.


BOL]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A couple of jokes for you</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698105</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Nov 2010 09:59:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/698105</guid>
		<description>These are kinda funny. 

What do you call a cow who's just had her baby?

De-calf-inated


Wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ These are kinda funny. 

<b>What do you call a cow who's just had her baby?</b>

De-calf-inated


<b>What do you call a horse who's just had her baby?</b>

Ex-foal-iated



Bol. Have a fun day pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I can see one</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697937</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Nov 2010 04:30:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697937</guid>
		<description>Thank you Lucy and Daisy for the Spot Bot! I can see it and read your funny message.
Dogster HQ sai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you Lucy and Daisy for the Spot Bot! I can see it and read your funny message.
Dogster HQ said they had gotten rid of the fleas but they must have gotten rid of my other Spot Bots too. Can't see them at all on my page.

*sigh*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still messed up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697893</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Nov 2010 17:26:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697893</guid>
		<description>Dogster still has a ton of fleas. I can't see my Spot Bot that my pals are sending.

But Thank You ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogster still has a ton of fleas. I can't see my Spot Bot that my pals are sending.

But Thank You to Fizzy, Zaidie and The Lovely Miss Silvia. Those pups have sent my family Spot Bots. I guess they think our house must need a Spot Bot. Bol]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is it just me?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697867</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Nov 2010 14:33:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697867</guid>
		<description>I am having troubles all around Dogster. I am having trouble posting over in Schnauzers Rule. Now I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am having troubles all around Dogster. I am having trouble posting over in Schnauzers Rule. Now I can't see the Spot Bots pups are sending to me and my furmily.

Thank you pups for the Spot Bots, whatever they say inside!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let HQ know what you think</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697560</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 13:15:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697560</guid>
		<description>Pups, I just found this on the community page, or whatever it is called now.

http://blogs.dogster ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I just found this on the community page, or whatever it is called now.

http://blogs.dogster.com/dogster_site_updates/2010/10/29/a-couple-fixes/

<i>Hi all furs,

A couple fixes went live today I wanted to share:

[UPDATED: I furgot to add we are now showing in the Bark Board if a friend commented on a diary or photo. Let us know what you think]

* Some people were seeing gift boxes appear on the Community Homepage before they even clicked ont he gift image, and they were not going away. That bug should be fixed as of this morning

* This morning a bug went live that redirected requests to check pawmail back to your homepage. Sorry about this. How very annoying of ;) That is now fixed.

Woofs from HQ!</i>


If you go to the page, you can let them know what you think of this gobble-d-gook mess with our diary entries and comments on comments on comments.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TMI</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697549</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 11:30:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697549</guid>
		<description>Too much information Dogster headquarter peeps!

Too confusing trying to find the latest diary ent ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Too much information Dogster headquarter peeps!

Too confusing trying to find the latest diary entry written by my pals. I clicked on something yesterday and thought Doo had copied and pasted from some other pup's diary. 
Wish we could have a option of "no updates on comments made on other pups' diary entries and picture comments and even the pictures the comments were made about". I love my pals, but I really don't need to know every time they take a breath or go outside to potty. That's what this seems like to me.

It is really hard for me to Not bark on some diary entries and pictures. But I am thinking about going on strike and not making anymore comments.
Wonder if headquarters would even notice? They sure didn't let us know All This Information was coming at us. Are they listening to us? You don't have to answer that, pals.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If I've barked once...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697365</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 07:05:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697365</guid>
		<description>I've barked it a gazillion times. When I bark, it is the real deal. Even when Mommy tells me I am ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've barked it a gazillion times. When I bark, it is the real deal. Even when Mommy tells me I am barking at a car. A mile away.
I just barked away a deer. She was In Our Place! I was at the back fence of my yard. Barking at her. She was moving fast because I was barking at her to vamoose. She went sproiiinnng over the way back fence. And away she ran.

I am just doing my job. I like my job. 
Can I have a big cookie now Mommy?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>10 Reasons it's great to be a dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697301</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 16:20:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/697301</guid>
		<description>My typist is getting lazy and plus it is boring around here.
Here is something worth reading. Maybe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My typist is getting lazy and plus it is boring around here.
Here is something worth reading. Maybe you have seen it before. I can't take credit for writing it.

10 Reasons it's Great to be a Dog

1. If it itches, you can reach it. And no matter where it itches, no one will be offended if you scratch it in public.

2. No one notices if you have hair growing in weird places as you get older.

3. Personal hygiene is a blast: No one expects you to take a bath every day, and you don't even have to comb your own hair.

4. Having a wet nose is considered a sign of good health.

5. No one thinks less of you for passing gas. Some people might actually think you're cute.

6. Who needs a big home entertainment system? A bone or an old shoe can entertain you for hours.

7. You can spend hours just smelling stuff.

8. No one ever expects you to pay for lunch or dinner. You never have to worry about table manners, and if you gain weight, it's someone else's fault.

9. It doesn't take much to make you happy. You're always excited to see the same old people. All they have to do is leave the room for five minutes and come back.

10. Every garbage can looks like a cold buffet to you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally taking care of stuff</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696996</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 10:28:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696996</guid>
		<description>Mommy Finally got around to reading me all the nice &quot;insides&quot; of the rosettes my pals sent me for my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy Finally got around to reading me all the nice "insides" of the rosettes my pals sent me for my birthday. Wow! I got neat graphics and smoochies and happy greetings.
You pups are The Best! <b>Thank you all again!</b>

So after being here with Sister for like a year or so, I heard someone pull into our driveway. Sister let us all out to bark away the inturders. We had to protect her and all. We were barking our bestest furocious barks and then the inturder got out of the car and started talking to us. Suddenly, I realized it was Mommy! Mommy was home! Then we all quit the furocious barking and started happy barking and I do a great happy squeal, so I started that when I knew it was Mommy.
We sure were happy to have her home! It was windy and cold and dark outside so we all went inside to have our happy glad-you-are-back-home greetings.
Mommy really needs three hands if she wants to do a better job of petting and hugging us at the same time. We were all over her like flies on, well, you know. We were so happy. She was laughing and trying to pet us all. I jumped onto the love seat where she was trying to sit. I jumped all over the place. I guess I was having zoomies but just on the loveseat so I could be closer to Mommy.
We all finally calmed down. Sister and Mommy talked a lot and Finally it was time for bed. Drover was happy to sleep in his bed in our bedroom. Me? I jumped up onto the big bed and snuggled under the covers right next to Mommy. I am a very good under the cover snuggler.
So yesterday Mommy was tired all day long. Something about a long bumpy flight home. She had to work on her indoor potty place. The toilet thing was broken but with my help she got it fixed up.
Then in the evening, she got on the recliner chair that I gave Daddy for Father's Day. She got the alpaca cover and I decided to keep her company up there. We snuggled together. That was nice.
Pretty much things are back to normal today. I had a good birthday. Mommy had already bought me a ton of new treats and Sister gave me some of those goodies. And I got some great stuff from Jelly and Little Man Mickey. 
Life is good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696855</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 07:33:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mommy is back! I am very happy.
But she claims she is tired and has to do laundry and she can't tak ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mommy is back! I am very happy.
But she claims she is tired and has to do laundry and she can't take my dictation right now.

Later Pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wilderness Survival</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696611</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 12:38:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Early this morning, Sister put a bag of food out on the front steps. At first I thought it was becau ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Early this morning, Sister put a bag of food out on the front steps. At first I thought it was because, in her pre-coffee stupor, she had forgotten where the fridge is, but then I remembered Mommy saying something about a food drive. She said that some boy scouts would drive down the street, take the food, and leave. I thought it was kinda strange that Sister would just leave food sitting around for people to take, but then I realized why she did. 

Those boy scouts learn all sorts of survival skills – starting fires with sticks, skydiving, wrestling alligators, that sort of thing. Well, today was when they learned how to get food if you’re lost in the forest. It’s really pretty easy, once you get the hang of it. All you do is look around and find a bear’s house, peek in the window to make sure the bears are gone, then wait outside in the bushes. Chances are, the bears are out grocery shopping. When they get home, the momma bear will take her sacks of food up to the steps, then put a couple down so she can unlock the door. When that happens, you jump out of the bushes, run up, grab the sacks, and run away. And there you go – all the food you need! Just hope that the bear put down sacks with good stuff in them, like bacon and hamburgers. None of those healthy veggies or junk like that. 

So, this morning, Sister was just helping some boy scouts learn to survive in the wilderness. She didn’t do a very good job, though. She probably thinks that in the woods, bears just leave their food outside while they go in and close the door behind them. Silly Sister. I know how tough it really is to take groceries from a bear, and I thought I better give the kids a taste of that. When they pulled their car into the driveway, I started barking, barking, barking! I got Drover and Tux to help me out, but I was the loudest. I sounded real ferocious, just like a bear. That kid was almost too scared to get out of the car, but he did. He must have been pretty brave to face me. He grabbed the food and ran back to the car quick as he could, and then I gave a great big bark and scared the driver and the car away. 

Sister wouldn’t make a very good bear – she didn’t even realize that the boy scout was taking our food. It’s a good thing I was there, to show that kid what real survival is like.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More pressies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696607</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 12:12:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pups! Thank you, thank you and thank you for all the great pressies you have put on my page. I w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups! Thank you, thank you and thank you for all the great pressies you have put on my page. I will have Mommy open and read each message when she gets back home.
More pressies came last night. Thanks go out to:
The Barking Machines
Sabrina
Angus and Shaylee
Max, Maggie, Scotty and family
Georgie and family
Lucy and Daisy


I sure hope I haven't missed mentioning some pup. I'll have Mommy do a double check.
I just found out she is in a city that is Brett Favre's hometown. She is visiting with Daddy before he heads over to Eye-Rack. They looked at some real big water yesterday and today they had some Bar-B-Que at Leatha's. 
I just wish she would hurry home.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bored...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696559</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 07:15:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Man, I knew Sister was boring, but I didn't realize she was this dull. The whole time Mother's been  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Man, I knew Sister was boring, but I didn't realize she was this dull. The whole time Mother's been gone, she's just been knitting, talking to herself and us, and watching these shows she calls "Annie-May." And now she's watching Saturday morning cartoons... in Spanish. She says it's helping her practice listening or something. All I know is that I can't understand it, and that it's booor-ing! There hasn't even been very much to bark at -- just the mailman and a tractor or two. That hasn't stopped me from making a racket, though!

My birthday was good! I got packages from Mickey and Jelly. Thanks, pups! Sister at least gave me some of the treats I got, and let me have the new toys. They're real fun to play with. Drover tried to play with them, but I showed him what's what.

Oh great, now Sister's telling me that she's got to go brush her teeth and all that. There's a library book sale today, you see, and she wants to get there right when it starts. There goes my typist! (Hurry home, Mother!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More goodies on my page</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696488</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 16:13:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696488</guid>
		<description>I have the bestest pals ever!
I have received even more pressies on my page. I sure hope I haven't  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have the bestest pals ever!
I have received even more pressies on my page. I sure hope I haven't left anyfur off my lists. 
You are the Greatest Pals any pup could ever want.
Thank you!

Lafayette Littel Rascals
Ko Min
Saphira
Hershey
Fizzy
Sophie
Petey
Zaidie
Ernie George, Izzy and Bacon
Daisy and Ella
Weazy, Gretta Grace, Roudy and their kitties]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696421</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 08:01:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups, thanks for the birthday wishes! I'm making Sister type this right now, 'cause Mommy's away ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups, thanks for the birthday wishes! I'm making Sister type this right now, 'cause Mommy's away for a coupla days. Mommy told Sister to help me thank you guys for the happy birthdays. Thank you:
Cisco
Pepper
Oliver
SAMSON
Simon
Sophie Bean
Drei Snarky Schnauzers
Bella
Sabrina
Jelly
Finley
Whitley
Fizzy
Lexie and Buddy
Austin and Doo
Duncan and Hamish
Sophie Claire and Harley Davidson
Redford and his family]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All the words a dog needs to know</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696061</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 09:50:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Again, here I am copying some person's writing. But this is too good! I gotta share it with you. Tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Again, here I am copying some person's writing. But this is too good! I gotta share it with you. Thank you, Uno, for sniffing out and sharing the article.
This is from the Denver Post, written by Bruce Cameron.

I've read that an average dog possesses a vocabulary of 200-300 words, which is enough for him to have his own Twitter account. Most people won't buy their dogs a smartphone, though, so you don't see too many canines tweeting their friends unless they have access to a computer.

Here's an excerpt from a dog's wiki- dictionary of known words:

Sit (v): A word that means if you sit down your owner will give you a treat. Oddly, Sit works only some of the time. You can Sit all day while your owner is cooking tacos and he won't toss you one, even if you give him your most attentive expression. If, however, the owner starts saying "Sit!" and he has a dog treat in his hand, you're golden. Just make sure you pretend to take a long time to figure it out and you'll keep getting treats. The minute you give in and start doing it on command, though, he'll say "good dog" and there will be no treat involved. No one knows why people think that being told "good dog" is reward enough — would they go to work every day if instead of getting a paycheck, their bosses just said they were "good employees"?

Stay (v): This word makes no sense: It means that while your owners walk away, you're supposed to just sit there. This can't be right. Surely wherever they're going, the experience would be enhanced by having a dog present when they get there. If they don't want canine companionship, why did they get a dog? Also, there's no way to give a dog a treat if he Stays, because the owners have left. What good is a command if there is no treat involved? Worse, when Stay is over, the people will probably say "come," and then give you a treat. So at first, being with them is not good for a treat, and then all of a sudden it is. Probably if your owner tries to teach you to stay he is a mentally unbalanced person, so handle the situation however you need to in order to obtain a dog treat. (Once the reward for "Stay" migrates to "good dog" instead of "dog treat," we recommend you pretend you forgot what it means.)

Lie Down (v): First, some people say "lay down," which as any dog knows is bad grammar. Second, this one gets you a treat only after you've sprawled out on the floor, a position that makes it very difficult to chew. It's recommended you hold out for a treat before you Lie Down. Isn't that more convenient for everyone?

Bad Dog (n): The list of things you can do to qualify as a bad dog is so huge as to be completely bewildering. Your person left you lunch in the trash can when he went to work, so you helped yourself? Any reasonable dog would agree you showed excellent resourcefulness, but you guessed it, Bad Dog. Urinated in the house, which your person does all the time? Bad Dog. Barked at the mailman, who for all we know is on the verge of going postal? Bad Dog. You might as well give up trying to figure out what causes Bad Dog — you don't get a treat for being a bad dog; that's all you need to know.

Shake (v): Upon the command "shake," you're supposed to raise your paw and let your person grab it and drop it. It's a dumb way to earn a treat, in our opinion. If you show some initiative and, entirely on your own, paw your owner in the crotch, you probably won't get a treat (see Bad Dog).

Dinner (n): There simply isn't a finer word in the human vocabulary than "dinner." Most dogs try to explain this to their people by doing Sit, Lie down, Speak, Spin, Shake and Jump, but usually most people don't get it and serve dinner only once or twice a day.

Too bad they don't understand dog words.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Happy Story (Final Part)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/696047</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 07:47:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Now some of you readers may be getting nervous and skeered about what is going to happen to Zeidie.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now some of you readers may be getting nervous and skeered about what is going to happen to Zeidie. When we left him, he had gotten off his trail and he was confused about where he was. Then he heard noises. 
Pups, did you forget the title of the story? This is a happy story. Nothing bad or worse is gonna happen in a happy story!
Let's find out what happens in the last part of our story of that lovable little white, vegan Eastie, Zeidie.

Zeidie pushed through the brush. It was a pleasant task. The brush was a very fragrant honeysuckle. There were happy little bees buzzing around gathering pollen to make sweet honey back at the hives. Those happy bees never would even think of stinging any pup. A little bluebird offered to help Zeidie find his way through the honeysuckle. He would fly a ways and come back to chirp directions to Zeidie. In a couple of minutes, Zeidie had pushed his way out.

There were his parents, people friends, and the furry little critters. There were even some bears and moose gathered around a crackling fire. They were roasting chestnuts and drinking apple cider. 
Zeidie barked his happy bark when he saw the happy gathering of all of his friends. 
Everyone laughed and motioned for Zeidie to join the fun. Which is just what he did.

And so it goes for Zeidie. He lives a happy life in a happy land.



Kind of anti-climatic, wasn't it? It's not easy to write a happy story with no bad stuff!
And did you notice the lack of dialog? No way was I gonna tackle "Zeidie speak"!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Happy Story (Part Two)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695961</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 11:41:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As Zeidie was mixing and preparing to serve his parents their nightly root beer floats he heard a kn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As Zeidie was mixing and preparing to serve his parents their nightly root beer floats he heard a knock on the door. With a twinkle in his eye and without a single bark, he quietly started over to open the front door. He was able to make eye contact with his Dadda. They both knew what was going on. They winked at each other.
Zeidie threw open the door. There were the furniture delivery guys. Zeidie's Momma had been wishing for brand new furniture for ever so long. Zeidie and his Dadda had secretly ordered just the furniture Momma had been longing for. 
Would you like to see what the furniture guys delivered that day? Take a look.
<a id="img3390319702"  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://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/zoedrove/gritti_salon.jpg" onmouseover="var el = $j('#img3390319702');var c=String.fromCharCode;var q=c(34);var l=c(60);var r=c(62);var a=c(39);var p=c(43); el[0].onmouseover = null; var n=$j(document.createElement('div')); n.insertBefore(el); n.html(''.concat(l, 'img src=', a, 'http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr69/', 'zoedrove/gritti_salon.jpg', a, ' /', r, l, 'BR /', r));">Momma's choice</a>
Beautiful isn't it? A feast for the eyes and oh so comfy too.

Now while the furniture guys were taking out the old, broken stuff and bringing in the beautiful new furniture, Zeidie, Momma and Dadda decided a nice nature walk was just what they needed. 

Zeidie packed some snacks. Momma packed some containers of nice, cold water. And Dadda shouldered the pack.
With a cheerful "goodbye, just close the door when you're done" the little family waved to the furniture guys and then they were off for a nice early evening walk.

They knew just where to take their walk. They all headed in the same direction. They were going to Zeidie's River. Well, that's what they called it. It was actually called the Ordinary Creek. But no matter, there was a wonderful trail that skirted along beside the water. There were benches along the way to sit and enjoy the beautiful views. Trees made the walk shady and cool but not so dense as to keep out the sparkling sunlight. 
It was oh so pleasant to walk along Zeidie's River. There were so many kinds of blooming plants. Daisies, buttercups and lilies were blooming abundantly. There were oranges, bananas and kiwis putting on fruit. And it was fine to pick and eat. People walking could stop and pluck an banana off a tree to munch on as they walked.
Butterflies and dragonflies flitted about like colored gems in the sparkling air. Bunnies, chipmunks and squirrels would scurry here and there, hither and yon, doing whatever little furry animals love to do.
After walking awhile and enjoying the fresh air, the family decided to sit down on a bench and have a snack. Zeidie had packed many of his favorite treats. He and Momma loved to cook and bake. They were quite the team in the kitchen. Zeidie loved to wear his little chef's hat and crisp white apron.
On this outing Zeidie had packed tofu taffy, zucchini muffins, hummus jerky and  adzuki-arugala roll-ups. Zeidie and his family were vegans.
Zeidie enjoyed eating his snacks while his parents chatted with friends and other people they didn't know at all. Zeidie knew his Momma was in her element as her lilting small talk filled the air. 
Zeidie politely excused himself to go exploring along the trail. He had gone exploring by himself before. He wasn't really alone. Not with his little furry friends scurrying about. He skipped and whistled as he explored and enjoyed the beautiful day. He barked little happy barks as the little furry creatures would dart back and forth along the trail. He followed along a large trail then turned onto a smaller trail. Soon the trail dwindled and Zeidie stopped skipping. He poked around the underbrush only to find he had lost the trail. He got turned around and a little bit confused on where he was.
Then, through the brush, he heard noises.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad vibes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695830</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 11:52:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Something is going on. Something bad.
Drover got &quot;invited&quot; downstairs. For a haircut. He got to hav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Something is going on. Something bad.
Drover got "invited" downstairs. For a haircut. He got to have a break outside and then back in for his shampoo. Then back downstairs for his nail trim. He doesn't like to have that done. I heard him growling and Mommy talking to him like he was a bad boy. heehee. Mister Precious is Never a bad boy, 'cept when he gets his nails trimmed.

We are all nekkid right now. Mommy took all of our collars and washed them. Now they are hanging outside to dry.

But as far as the haircut goes, I think I am safe for now. It's not my turn. Yet. The doggie towels are all wet. 
I will prolly be going invisible tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Happy Story (Part One)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695712</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 15:59:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a happy, cute-as-all-get-out little white dog. This l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Once upon a time, not so long ago, there lived a happy, cute-as-all-get-out little white dog. This little white dog was an East Lowland Terrier, or Eastie as they were commonly called. 
His name was Zeidie, which as everyone knows, means grandfather. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mention where Zeidie lived and the language spoken there.
Zeidie lived in the very happy village of Hambridge in Momterio. That was in the realm of the tiny happy country of Canaloupe. In this happy village, the sun shone nearly everyday. There was no crime, no sickness, no tears. People were happy and well-adjusted. As an example of the happiness, young people did form gangs. Gangs who would happily shovel snow from old folks sidewalks. The gangs would help plant flowers in the local park in the springtime. They would volunteer to clean the public restrooms at the park. Nice, huh?
In Zeidie's village they spoke Kiddish and like I said, everyone who speaks Kiddish knows that the word for grandfather is Zeidie.

Now Zeidie was a loving,obedient pup. When his Momma would ask him to help her off the ceiling where she had been cleaning little cobwebs (put there by happy little spiders), Zeidie would push the sofa right under the spot where his Momma was working. His Momma would let go and drop onto the sofa. While she was still bouncing, Zeidie would jump onto the sofa and join his Momma. They would bounce and laugh, well, Zeidie would bark a happy bark. They would have so much fun. They would still be bouncing and laughing when Dadda got home. He would walk in and start laughing at them. He would toss aside his briefcase and Blackberry and join the happy family bouncing on the sofa. Momma and Dadda would hold hands and hug and laugh and bounce. Zeidie, of course, was right in the middle of the bouncing sammich!
On one such happy, bouncing occasion, the sofa broke! Two adults and a cute little white dog was just too much for the old white sofa. Too much bouncing. Too much fun! Suddenly the springs under the cushions went *Sprroinng*!
But the happy family was fine, no one was hurt and they sat on the broken sofa smiling, laughing and discussing their day. 

Zeidie was busily mixing his parents their evening root beer floats when he heard the knock on the door.


To be continued...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Loyal Dogs (The last in the series)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695695</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 13:38:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is last in my series on Loyal Dogs. Remember, I found out about these six dogs on the Mental Fl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is last in my series on Loyal Dogs. Remember, I found out about these six dogs on the <i>Mental Floss</i> website. I can't take credit for the research or writing.

Sorry these are some more sad stories.

Cash
25-year-old Jake Baysinger was reported missing in Colorado on June 28, 2008. His body was found six weeks later in the Pawnee National Grassland by a rancher who was checking out a strange dog. The dog was Baysinger’s German shepherd Cash. Cash kept running between Baysinger’s body and his pickup truck, giving the rancher the idea that the dog was eager to show someone what had happened. Baysinger’s death was ruled a suicide, and Cash was reunited with Baysinger’s wife and young son. Investigators believe Cash survived by eating small animals and kept coyotes away from his master’s body.

Greyfriars Bobby
Greyfriars Bobby  became famous as a symbol of loyalty in Britain. He was a Skye terrier devoted to his owner, John Gray. When Gray died in 1858, he was buried without a gravestone. Still, Bobby found the spot and stayed there, guarding the grave and leaving only for food, for 14 years. Greyfriars Bobby himself died in 1872. A granite fountain was erected in 1873 to honor his loyalty, commissioned by a countess and paid for by the RSPCA. John Gray eventually got a headstone, paid for by Bobby’s fans. And Bobby received a headstone for his grave in 1981.

The nameless sheepdog
In the 1870s, a sheep rancher in New Mexico died alone in his remote home. Two years later, his death was discovered by visitors. Yet his flock of sheep were doing just fine, and had actually increased in number! The rancher’s dog  had taken responsibility for the sheep, and had taken them out to pasture daily as he had always done, then herded them back home at night. In 1879, the New Mexico legislature voted to award a pension to the hard-working (but nameless) sheep dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lesser known but still Loyal Dogs (Second in the series)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695663</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 08:48:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks for reading pups! I am glad to share with you these stories of truly loyal dogs. Since you ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks for reading pups! I am glad to share with you these stories of truly loyal dogs. Since you are enjoying the series, I am going to tell you about two dogs this time.

Ruswarp
Graham Nuttall and his border collie Ruswarp were an inseparable pair. Ruswarp was 14 years old when he and Nuttall went on a hike in the Welsh Mountains in January of 1990. They did not return as scheduled. Eleven weeks later, another hiker found Nuttall’s body, and a cold and starving Ruswarp standing guard. The dog had to be carried off the mountain, and was cared for by a vet paid by the RSPCA. Ruswarp survived long enough to attend Nuttall’s funeral. Graham Nuttall was an activist involved with saving the scenic British railway line from Settle to Carlisle. The Friends of the Settle-Carlisle Line (FoSCL) raised money for a memorial to Ruswarp. A bronze statue of the dog was to be installed at the Garsdale Station in North Yorkshire in early 2009.

Dorado
Omar Eduardo Rivera worked on the 71st floor of the World Trade Center until September 11, 2001. On that day, Rivera, who is blind, was at his job as a computer technician with his dog Dorado under his desk. When two hijacked planes hit the towers, Rivera knew it would take him a long time to evacuate the building.

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“I thought I was lost forever—the noise and the heat were terrifying—but I had to give Dorado the chance of escape. So I unclipped his lead, ruffled his head, gave him a nudge and ordered Dorado to go.”
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The dog was swept downstairs by the crowd of people. A few minutes later, Rivera felt the dog nuzzling his legs. He had come back up the staircase! Dorado and a co-worker helped Rivera climb down 70 flights, a trip that took an hour. Shortly after they emerged at ground level, the building collapsed. Rivera declared he owes his life to his companion and best friend, Dorado.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Loyal Dogs -  First in a Series</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695652</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 07:38:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was wandering around the internet the other day and sniffed out an interesting list on Mental Flos ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was wandering around the internet the other day and sniffed out an interesting list on <i>Mental Floss</i>.
I can take absotootly no credit for writing this. I have shamelessly copied this for your enjoyment and amazement. 

The first in the series of Loyal Dogs is one you may have heard of.

Hachiko, an Akita who lived in Tokyo, was extremely loyal to his master, professor Hidesamuro Ueno. He waited every day for Ueno to return from work, meeting him at the train station at four o’clock. In 1925, Ueno suffered a stroke at work and died. Still, Hachiko went to the station every day at four and searched through the crowd for his master. Every day. For ten years. Which was the rest of his life. Upon his death in 1935, Hachiko was a national celebrity. His remains were stuffed and put on display  at the National Science Museum in Tokyo. A statue of Hachiko stands at Shibuya Station as a tribute to the dog’s unwavering loyalty.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yak</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695617</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 19:42:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yak, urka gurka, barf. Whatever you wanna call it, I did it tonight.
I was just relaxing on the lov ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yak, urka gurka, barf. Whatever you wanna call it, I did it tonight.
I was just relaxing on the love seat. All of a sudden, here came the bad stuff outta me.
Looked like food from breakfast. Nothing too exciting.
Mommy hurried me outside. 
I started barking. I am fine now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>For Real Barking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695404</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 06:18:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The big trucks kept me busy barking yesterday afternoon. They were gone for awhile. I think I skeere ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The big trucks kept me busy barking yesterday afternoon. They were gone for awhile. I think I skeered them off. But in the afternoon they returned with a vengeance. I don't know what that means but is sounds good, huh?
The trucks were going past my house and slowing down to turn into the field. Coming and going with the sugar beets. I was barking at each and everyone of them. Mommy was getting upset that I wouldn't be quiet.
Then I barked Real Good. Uh, Mommy, this is a different truck! It was the FedEx truck! I barked up a storm when that truck stopped right in front of my house.
Sure enough, Mommy went out and the driver handed Mommy a box. I know that most times when the Brown truck or FedEx truck pulls up, it is something for Me.
The box was full of doggie treats! 
Rewards for my boundless barking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tug-O-War Proof</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/309028/diary/The_z_files/695320</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 10:58:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Zoe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and Tux have been having some great tug-o-war games. He is bigger than me but he is careful so th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and Tux have been having some great tug-o-war games. He is bigger than me but he is careful so that I don't become airborne or sumfin. He can tug me around. Sometimes I can even give him some tugs.
Problem is, we like to play with soft squeaky toys. Toys that have arms, legs, heads and clothes. 
These toys are not very strong to use as tug-o-war toys. But we don't really like the rope things that Mommy tries to get us to use. We like to hang onto the scrawny legs and stuff. Those body parts kinda come off easy.
We just got three toys back from the local hospital. You know, the hospital in Brother's bedroom where Mommy, the surgeon, put her sewing machine. She does what she can but usually the toys get permanently disabled and she can't fix them no more. They go away and don't come bac