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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Hooteeny, K9 Escapologist</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2009 by Hooteeny, K9 Escapologist &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 10:19:28 PST</pubDate>
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		<title>Becoming Hooteeny</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:18:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Hooteeny, K9 Escapologist ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Before I was rescued, my name was Chico and my life was one of neglect. Frustrated and bored, I spen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Before I was rescued, my name was Chico and my life was one of neglect. Frustrated and bored, I spent hours surfing the Internet for something to set me free. One day I discovered a tribute to Harry Houdini. Inspired by this legendary human, I began rigorous training to become a canine escapologist. 

I quickly learned to break out of my backyard, but each escape ended in the local animal shelter. My training had not prepared me for this impenetrable fortress. Locked in a cold prison I began to lose hope, fearing my life was over. I became despondent and ill.

One night I had a vivid dream. My muse Houdini appeared inside my cell. He looked into my big brown eyes and said, "Do not lose faith, my four-legged friend. It is your destiny to continue my work. Believe in yourself and you will escape this dark place."

To be continued...]]></content:encoded>
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