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<title>World Domination will be mine...</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Izzy</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Izzy &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 01:53:03 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Woofday Celebrations!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Feb 2013 17:35:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh Pup Pals!! Thank you all so very, very much for all of the Woofday wishes!! I must tell you, I ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh Pup Pals!! Thank you all so very, very much for all of the Woofday wishes!! I must tell you, I had the most pawtastic 10th Woofday! As Mother pointed out, "You only turn 10 once". So Mother and The Man (and Maxwell too, I suppose) helped to make it a greeeeeat celebration.

Mother got a cake for me! My own cake! I also *totally* scored on new squeaky toys. The Man (who totally gets my carnivore tendencies) bought a HUGE steak for me (and Maxwell too, I suppose) to eat. I also a the proud new owner of a new MARCHING leash and collar. My old leash and collar didn't match. I always tried to pull it off as a BoHo Chic kind of thing, but deep inside....it bothered me. 

But the best present was when one of the guys at daycare said he thought I was only 6 years old! Yeah, baby! He was shocked when Mother told him I am TEN YEARS YOUNG! I'm pretty spry. So spry, in fact, that I have taken to launching myself off the back of the couch when I'm trying to get to the garage, or catch the squeaky during an intense game of fetch. I think it's pretty awesome when I do this, but Mother always screams bloody murder, acting as if I'm going to kill myself. She needs to chillax, man. She's totally harshing my buzz.

Anywag - thanks again for all the love on my big day!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cowboy Up!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 18:34:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm staying with my boys until tomorrow. I'm trying to toughen Maxwell up and have gone to great len ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm staying with my boys until tomorrow. I'm trying to toughen Maxwell up and have gone to great lengths to work on improving his toughness - he can be a bit of a drama queen at times. Mother says The Man "enables" this behavior too, whatever that means. 

Anywag - this afternoon, The Man took Maxwell and I to the back yard so we could play Frisbee. I don't actually like to catch the Frisbee, I prefer to run interference (is that the right term...I don't know my sports that well). I like to run at Maxwell who is running towards the Frisbee. So, while he is focused on catching the Frisbee, I'm trying to body block him to keep him from catching it. I'm pretty good at it You wouldn't guess it based on my size, but I can push Maxwell around pretty well. 

So, after the third toss, I was running at Maxwell and I *may* have *possibly* touched his paw in a rather (allegedly) aggressive manner. Maxwell yipped like a baby. Have you ever seen those soccer/football players who are BARELY touched and then collapse on the ground as if they had been shot? Yeah. That was Maxwell. What. A. Baby. The Man, of course, fell for it and made sure Maxwell was okay - he was fiiiiiine!  I ran inside, trying to get away from the sissy boy as fast as possible. Maxwell came limping in a few minutes later. You will be interested to know that his limp mysteriously disappeared when The Man wasn't looking. What a faker!!

Eventually, I tried to make nice and apologize to Maxwell for him being such a baby. While he was napping on the bed, I gave him an Izzy Kissy, letting him know I was (somewhat) sorry. Ya know what... he totally dissed me and walked away! What?!?

So, I tried to be nice and play with Maxwell and what do I get?!? Rejection from my apology.

Boys are silly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggie Woofdays: Yeah! Human Birthdays: Boo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/795855</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Sep 2012 19:44:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother had a Birthday over the weekend. I know what you are thinking, pups...this must mean that I,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had a Birthday over the weekend. I know what you are thinking, pups...this must mean that I, Izzy, would be given plenty of extra treats and lovins. That is, after all, what happened on Maxwell's woof day. While Maxwell was the one actually turning a year older...I was allowed to partake in all of the celebrations!!

So why, why dear pals, was I given nothing (!!) over the past weekend that would come anywhere near resembling a birthday treat. No carob bone. No schnibble of meat. No extra kibble.  No extra belly rubs!!

Nothing!  As far as I was concerned, it was just another boring weekend!

Not fair!  

I demand my birthday stuff!! I was led to believe that I would get yum yums even if it wasn't *my* actual birthday. I would like to think that being a participant in the household of the birthday person would/should automatically mean I get some STUFF!!

Oh, the humanity.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awww shucks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/763093</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Feb 2012 05:39:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dearest Pals,

Thanks so very, very much for making my Woofday so super-duper awesome! All of the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dearest Pals,

Thanks so very, very much for making my Woofday so super-duper awesome! All of the woof-day wishes  and pressies  from all of you made me hap-hap-happy!!

Mother was kind enough to take the day off (ahem, it's actually her week to work Saturday, but what do i care, right?), so she took me for a loooong walkie! Then, I went to PetCo and picked out a birthday treat (and a new squeakie toy)!

When Maxwell and The Man showed up I gots me extra kibble in my belly -thanks to The Man, Mother tried to put the kibosh in that. Then, then!! After the peeps finished eating their kibble, I got my mini buffalo burger!! Wows! Mother said I would have liked it more if I had taken the time to chew it. What ev.

After a rousing game of fetch (which I totally won, by the way), it was time for Thundershirt Fashionshow.
Not bad. It *may* have made me more calm, I dunno.

Then, bedtime.

All-in-all, a pretty sweet day for the Izmeister!

I'll post pictures/videos soon!

Thanks again, Pals!!

Izzy Kissys to all!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Did you know...</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Jan 2012 16:23:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>that if you stare at Mother incessantly she will eventually type up your dogster dictation? You didn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ that if you stare at Mother incessantly she will eventually type up your dogster dictation? You didn't know that?? Prolly 'cause it's not true. If it were true, my diary would not be as sparse as it had been.

Boo.

Mother is working full-time now (she says "yeah", I say "no") and refuses to give up her gym time after work (something about having excess aggression to get rid of after work...). So, her time with me is limited to late evenings and weekends. 

Again, boo.

I'm fine though. Like my good friend Evita said, "don't cry for me dogster pals" or something like that.  I have Maxwell to entertain me on Thursday-Sunday, and we are almost Friday regulars at daycare now. 

I am quite a hit at daycare (duh), with my continued efforts at revolution. The daycare people keep trying to outsmart me (a baby gate??? Puh-lease!), but I always find away around their sad, sad attempts to thwart my rebellion. 

My birthday is fast approaching, so I am obviously expecting the peeps to throw me a pretty substantial shin-dig. 
I'll post pictures, if they don't get posted in People magazine first. 

Happy New Year, pals!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No time to talk...</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Dec 2011 17:56:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pals!! I have had much adventure lately, but my secretary is too &quot;busy&quot; to dictate for me. She is so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pals!! I have had much adventure lately, but my secretary is too "busy" to dictate for me. She is soooo fired.

Anywag, I wanted to drop a quick note/order, asking/telling you all to make sure you are pup pals with Maximus Aurelius!!
Here is his link: http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1213515

Today is his birthday!!! 

Doesn't he look so much like my cutie patootie pal Atley?!?

Go! Go! Go!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Does tradition mean nothing to these people?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/749500</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 19:51:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For the last 6 years (yes, YEARS!), me and my peeps have had the Sunday morning tradition of pancake ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For the last 6 years (yes, YEARS!), me and my peeps have had the Sunday morning tradition of pancakes after The Man returns from work. While Mother slices the fruit, The Man mixes and pours the pancake batter. I sit and wait patiently by the stove. Maxwell will make a few perfunctory walks through the kitchen, but doesn't know to linger. After the peeps have had their fill, The Man makes our pupcakes. Always. Worth. The. Wait. 

This past Sunday, the Earth shifted, tides were backwards, I don't know what really happened. All I know is I did not get my pupcakes!! 

The Man *claims* it was because we had no syrup, no fruit and Maxwell is on a diet (shhh, don't tell him). So, the peeps had eggs, potato and avocado. The pups had nothing! NOTHING! Except kibble. 

I wanted to let Mother know of my displeasure over this recent decision. So, once she was all comfy on the couch, reading her paper, I jumped onto her lap, and gently lowered her section of the paper with my paw. There we were, eye to eye. I was staring at her. Just. Staring. My paw resting on her crumpled newspaper section. After a few seconds of this displeasure, my point was made. This "no Sunday morning pancakes" thing, will NOT happen again. 
I don't want to have this conversation again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Revolution hear around the world!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/749302</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 19:43:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>(well, at least around the building)

But first - a shout out to Miss Priscilla for being THE Diar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ (well, at least around the building)

But first - a shout out to Miss Priscilla for being THE Diary of the Day. Way to go Girlie!!  And also a moment of silence for our pal Roscoe - the Dog of the Week. Roscoe and his human went to The Bridge last week. So, hopefully Roscoe is able to celebrate the dubious honor of being THE DOG OF THE WEEK in style with his human and some other angles. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ahem.
Okay, so now lemme tell you all about the REVOLUTION I started at Daycare last Friday!! Woot-woot!! As some pals may already know, I have developed a wanderlust at precisely 4:00 (central time). That means, whenever 4:00 rolls around at daycare, I assume any and all door openings are for me, alerting me that Mother has come to pick me (and Maxwell) up and take me (and Maxwell) home. So, whenever the door opens after 4:00, I don't wait to see who the humans are coming to collect, I see the opportunity of an open door and run like the wind (or like da wind, if you're a LWD) to the *other* closed door that leads to the lobby. I sit patiently, waiting for that door to open, only to hear my name being called, asking me to return to the original room and continue waiting for Mother to arrive. This happens 2-3 times, or until the staff runs out of patience with me, and puts me (and Max) into our own room. Yeah. That happened ONE TIME! We got put in a time-out on account of the humans being too defenseless against The Izzard!!

Well last Friday, I had all the pups at daycare asking me how I plan and execute my escapes each afternoon. So, always looking to collect more minions, I gathered them around and explained the plan to them. At precisely 4:00 (central time), the door opened and WE TOOK OFF DOWN THE HALLWAY!! Yes indeedy! No longer was it just me and Max running shamelessly down the hallway, but 5 other dogs as well!! Chaos reigned supreme!!Eventually they gathered us all up again and closed the door. But our message had been sent and received loud and clear: "heck no, we won't sit in the daycare room for hour after hour with only toys, water and other dogs to play with! Heck no, we won't sit in the daycare room for hour after hour with only toys, water and other dogs to play with!
Sure enough, the next time the door opened: WOOSH! Thud.
Wait.... I looked around. Those rat ba$tards put up a barricade a mere 3 feet from the door, thus thwarting any plans we had to continue our chaos.  

Those humans can be clever when they choose to be. I may have lost the battle, but the war wages on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Useless</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 18:58:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is completely useless. This morning, as we were preparing to depart Crappy Town, I realized j ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is completely useless. This morning, as we were preparing to depart Crappy Town, I realized just how useless she really is. 

Mother and I had packed up our stuff and were headed out to The Coop. We had more stuff than 2 human arms and 4 doggie legs could carry, so The Man offered to help us load up The Coop. Maxwell had to stay inside. So, The Man opened the door, Mother tried to exit the homestead without letting Maxwell out. This is where she was useless #1. As the door was opened, I took off for The Coop. I want it to be known that I had NO INTENTION of running beyond The Coop. I simply ran down the sidewalk towards The Coop at a high rate of speed. The Man, use to Maxwell's wanderlust, shouted, "Come here *Maxwell*" (instead of Izzy...). Well Maxwell, hearing his name, scootched past Mother and ran outside. 

Thus, both us pups were in the great outdoors, without our leashes (technically, we were nekkid - thus making us streakers!!). As is usual when both of us pups are loose, we took it upon ourselves to run a bit farther than the sidewalk (yes, strangely enough, neither of us runs off when we are alone, only when both Max and I are together do we get the urge to take off...). The Man, seeing us making a run for the road, shouts out, "No! Stop! Car!". Oy vey.

This is where Mother was useless #2. You see, The Man yells "Car!" when he and Maxwell are out and about on their runs in the morning. Maxwell knows this command, and knows it means he needs to run back towards Dad, away from the middle of the road. The Man was simply telling Maxwell (and me) to get out of the road. Well, Mother hears The Man yell "Car!" and immediately thinks he is yelling that there is an actual car in the road. 

Without even turning around (as she was still facing inside, trying to shut the door), Mother lets our a blood curdling scream, thinking we were about to be hit by a car. 

Once she realized there was going to be no carnage, she turned around to see all 3 of us staring at her like an idiot. What's with all the yelling, lady? But, good to know in an actual emergency she would be helpful enough to scream. 

Awesome, she is.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Personal Doggie Freedoms</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/742688</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Oct 2011 17:29:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups! My freedoms have been infringed upon! Yes! My freedoms to do what I want, when I want, and bar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups! My freedoms have been infringed upon! Yes! My freedoms to do what I want, when I want, and bark at who I want, when I want AND, go where I want, when I want were all taken from me today!!

I. Am. Mad.

It started this morning, well, last night, actually. You see, each morning one of our neighbors walks his dogs in the alley behind our house. So, each morning (at 7:00am) I run into the back yard and "bark like a banchee" at the neighbor and his dogs. Blah, blah, blah. Apparently Mother doesn't like me stirring up so much trouble so early in the morning (I don't think she likes me stirring up trouble at all, but especially not early in the morning). So, last night Mother put the slat in the doggie door, thus preventing my morning bi*ch session with the neighborhood dogs. 

Not cool. 

So, I was already pretty peeved about my freedom of speech being taken from me when I showed up at daycare.  The day went along fine (although I *do* think it is some sort of violation of some right to be told when I will be allowed to pee...I'm looking into it). By 4:00, I was ready to go. So, when the door to the big room (where Maxwell and I were) opened, I convinced Maxwell to make a run for it with me, despite the fact that it was not time for us to go home. 

"Freedom!!!!!!" I shouted, as I ran down the hallway, leash-less.  Inevitably I would be caught and put back into the big room with the other dogs. I did this three (3!) times, before the daycare peeps decided to put me and Maxwell into one of the smaller, empty rooms. We were told we would have to wait in the smaller room, without any other dogs until Mother showed up to get us. The chica locking me up in the small room was saying stuff like "to keep you safe", and "for your own good" and mumbo jumbo like that. Well forget it! I knew what was happening!! The daycare higher ups were scared of me and my plans for domination, and were told to quiet my rebellion!

Eventually Mother showed up to rescue me. She was told of me and Maxwell's freedom runs, and showed where we were being kept (prisoner). The room was right next to the lobby, with a window to peek through. Mother laughed out loud when she saw us. Maxwell was lying with his head cocked to the side, staring at the door (oblivious, of course, to the infringements on his freedom), but I was sitting in the middle of the room with an obvious scowl on my face. If I could have crossed my arms, I would have. I saw Mother, ran to the window and mouthed, "Get. Me Out. Of Here..." 

So now I am at home, thinking about my revenge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Nutty</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Sep 2011 17:50:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's that time of year pups...acorn time!! Every fall, the tree in out backyard drops tons and tons  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's that time of year pups...acorn time!! Every fall, the tree in out backyard drops tons and tons of acorns/acorns-to-be. I drives Mother crazy! This is the fourth year in a row that she will shake her fist at the tree and curse it to high heaven. 

I, on the other paw, love this time of year! One: I like to see Mother go bat-poop crazy trying to keep up with the falling of the acorns. And two: I find the acorns to be quite a delish snack-ette. I find them particularly yummy at 3:00 in the morning. I will go out, grab a few acorns, bring them in to munch on them on my bed, then go back out for more. Lather, rinse, repeat. 

Realizing that the acorns have the potential to be toxic to me, Mother made her first attempt today at cleaning up the fallen nuts. She swept and scooped for 45 minutes, to no avail, as the tree kept spitting more and more at her. 

Finally she gave up for the day, choosing instead to keep an eye on me during the day, and locking me in the house at night - until the tree stops spitting more acorns at her. 

I'm trying to be sneaky and grab a few acorns to munch on, managing to grab only 1 or 2 today. They really are quite tasty!!

The Man told me not to tell Maxwell how much I love the acorns, lest Maxwell mistake me for a squirrel and start chasing me around the house. 

Bon appetite!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Difference of opinion</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 07:03:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother took me swimming yesterday. All was fine and good until Mother announced that she had to go t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother took me swimming yesterday. All was fine and good until Mother announced that she had to go to an appointment and I needed to come inside. Apparently she didn't feel safe leaving me to stalk the Pool Devil without adult supervision. 

When I pointed out that I didn't need to come inside, that I was perfectly capable of swimming to the edge if I fell into the pool, Mother pointed out that I have only ever swam to the edge and HOPPED OUT of the pool when I wasn't tired. After chasing the Pool Devil for an hour, I would be tired, and unable to HOP OUT of the pool, despite successfully swimming to the edge. I guess she has "seen this with her own eyes" or something stupid like that. 

Mother was firm in her decision to not let me swim/stalk alone. I was furious! She was stubborn. I CAN swim! Mother pointed out that the issue wasn't whether or not I could swim, but whether or not I could swim and get out of the pool when fatigued. She says I probably couldn't and wasn't going to risk it. End. Of. Discussion.

It's difficult to stand your ground when your Mother scoops you up and carries you inside.

Poo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Princess and the Pea</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/733368</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 18:35:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As you all know, Maxwell got a new bed for his birthday. It's one of those egg crate-y, tempurpedic  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As you all know, Maxwell got a new bed for his birthday. It's one of those egg crate-y, tempurpedic things. We have a similar one (but smaller) in front of the front windows. I frequently can be found lounging on the bed in from on the windows. I find it comfy.

When the new bed was introduced, Mother threw the older bed - that had been at the foot of the human bed for over 4 years!!- to the side, planning on placing it in the big trash can towards the end of the week. Well, pawsonally, I was not ready to give up my tried and true bedroom bed so easily. I, thus far, have refused to sleep on the new bed, preferring to catch my beauty sleep on the old bed. Three nights in a row, Mother has seen me jump off the human bed when it is beddy bye time (I'm not much of a snuggler during the night), onto the new bed, and then immediately over to the old bed. 

Mother said I'm like the Princess and the Pea, being very particular about my comfort when sleeping. Just because something is new, doesn't mean it is better, pups! Although Maxwell is quite fond of his new bed. He is not a sensitive as some of us...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Swimmin' and sunnin&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/728022</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 05:22:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been H-O-T bere in Texas, pups! Of course it is H-O-T every summer in Texas, so this really s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been H-O-T bere in Texas, pups! Of course it is H-O-T every summer in Texas, so this really shouldn't be a surprise. What *was* a surprise to me is how little time I have been provided for chasing the Pool Devil! Last summer I was able to hone my hunting skills at least 2x/week. Now I"m lucky if I get to go once per week! My chauffeur has a whole lot of excuses, namely that she has been given more hours at work, and thus has fewer hours available to drive me to and fro. My argument (and I think you'll agree it's a good one), is that the Pool Devil and the hospital where Mother works are merely a few miles from each other. She *could* very easily drop me off on her way to work and then pick me up when my pool slayin' is done. Heck, she could even stop by for lunch and wow at my skills!

Mother, of course, poo-poo'd that idea. Some mumbo-jumbo about my safety and heat stroke, yada-yada-yada. 

So now I'll have to take what I can get, in terms of Pool Devil hunting. Yesterday I went and managed to score a few points against it.  Mother and The Man took pictures, but they look pretty darn close to all of the previous pictures of me by the pool. Beautious, of course, but the same. 

Sigh. I need a new chauffeur. Now taking applications!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleep Patterns</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/726315</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 17:26:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been staying with The Man for the past few days each week. Mother is supposedly having the ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been staying with The Man for the past few days each week. Mother is supposedly having the back trim on the house painted, and each time the painters promise to come paint, I am sent either to doggie daycare or to The Man's house. Honestly, I prefer The Man's house to doggie daycare. I like doggie daycare, but I lurve The Man. I do a hap-hap-happy dance whenever I see him. So, whenever he asks me if I want to go back to Crappy Town with him, I happily agree. 

Typically I leave on Sunday, and come back on Wednesday. Last time I came home, Mother didn't notice anything different with me. This time...was different. As loyal readers will remember, The Man likes to wake up (very) early and go for a run. Maxwell always joins him. So, when I am there, I also go with. Normally, I'm a Fast Twitch Muscle kinda pup - I like my exercise to be over within ~30 minutes, 45 minutes if the stroll is leisurely. Maxwell and The Man are more Slow Twitch Muscle guys. They can run and run and run! After a few days each week of waking up early for my morning exercise, I got kinda used to it. 

So, Mother was none too happy this AM when I woke her up at 4:00 asking to go for a run. Maxwell understands the different sleep schedules between the two parents. He always seems to remember that at Dad's house: up early for a run. At Mom's house: sleepy time and NO RUNNING (ever)! But, when he saw me asking Mother for a morning run, he got all kinds of excited, thinking Mother had a change of heart. By 4:15 both of us were asking if she was EVER going to get out of bed so we could go, go, go!

She was peeved. More than once she reminded me that there is no running and no waking up before 7:00 in the morning (unless someone has a flight to catch).  I was told to remember this tid bit of information for tomorrow morning, as she would not be as patient with her reminders. 

She sure is cranky at 4:00 in the morning!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ready, aim, fire!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/722933</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 May 2011 15:41:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had to go to the vet today. Not a big deal, pals, it was just for my yearly exam: titers, bordatel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had to go to the vet today. Not a big deal, pals, it was just for my yearly exam: titers, bordatella, and heart worm test. While Dr. Barlowe was doing the physical exam, she noticed a little rash on my girlie parts. She needed to get a closer look, so the vet tech rolled me over, then proceeded to hold me in a semi-choke hole (my impression, Mother claims she was gently holding me down, while giving me kisses on my forehead...). Dr. Barlowe then started poking around my no-no area. I didn't like that, so I shot her. 

Yeah. In order to voice my displeasure at being violated, I let loose a steam of tinkle. Dr. Barlowe moved out of the way before any of my venom could reach her. Mother pretended to be horrified/embarrassed, but I think deep down (deep, deep, deep down) she was proud of me. 

As it turns out, Dr. Barlowe had seen all she needed to see and stopped messin' with me. The tech let me go and then cleaned up the mess. 

I have a very mild bacterial rash, Mother has to used medicated wipes on me every night. Overall, it was worth it to see the power my tinkle has on the humans.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Left!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/720133</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 18:44:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Izzard gets what Izzard wants. Case in point: my recent walkie.

When we leave for our daily walki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Izzard gets what Izzard wants. Case in point: my recent walkie.

When we leave for our daily walkies, there are two options, left or right. If we turn right, I know we are going on a shorter walk - 10-15 minutes max. If we turn left, I know we are taking a longer walk - 40-60 minutes. Obviously I prefer the longer walks. Sadly, Mother has been slacking on her walking duties of late. The weather has been unpredictable (RAIN!) and *someone* is a sissy and doesn't want to get rained on. Pfffft.

Yesterday, Mother leashed me up and we headed out. We reached the end of our walkway, and I knew I had a decision to make. I could sense Mother turning to the right. I revolted! "Izzy needs a long walk! I will NOT turn right! Left is right, left is right, left is right!" I chanted and hollered, hoping, if not to convince her to turn left, then to gain the attention of the neighbors. 

It worked. We turned left and went on a long walk. Much to my satisfaction. And...the rain held out the entire time. Miss Princess (aka Mother) had nary a drop of water land on her. 

Like I said: Izzard gets what Izzard wants!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yeah, yeah, promises, promises</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/719122</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 07:08:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I'm back. Mother has been slacking on her transcription duties, which is painfully obvious to al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I'm back. Mother has been slacking on her transcription duties, which is painfully obvious to all of you. She now states she has some free time and can help me update all of you on my comings and goings. 

Let's see...what is new with me...
1. I had a brief experience at doggie day care. I was, of course, a hit! More often than not, I had other doggies flocking around me, trying to be my bestie. The doggies loved me, the humans loved me. It was good for everyone involved.

2. Mother and The Man left for a vacation last week. We were left at home, to fend for ourselves. Well, not exactly. We had out good pal Cal come over twice a day to give us some lovins and food. We survived, but not without some protest. We decided to voice our displeasure at being left out of the vacation plans by digging up Mother's pansies. She had about 20 pansies planted in the backyard. Only about 5 are remaining. Next time we take hostages.

3. I'm still pretty awesome. Or, that would be Pretty, and Awesome!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Long time no woof!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/714204</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Mar 2011 11:43:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has been neglecting my needs, pups. Sure, sure, I still get my 2 square meals a day, have my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has been neglecting my needs, pups. Sure, sure, I still get my 2 square meals a day, have my choice of 5 beds to sleep on (human and dog beds combined), and am getting my walkies and belly rubs... but still, I am being neglected!

Mother is working more hours now, she *says* that's a good thing. Something about keeping a roof over my head and kibble in my belly, but all I know is she isn't home for days on end anymore. Also, she decided to go back to school. So, when she is home, she is not ALWAYS focused on me. Weird, right?

But, the good news is, since Mother feels guilty (yes, apparently she is able to feel emotions...) about not being able to spend as  much time with me as an Izzard requires, she decided to take me (and Maxwell) to doggie daycare on Fridays. So far I've been there twice. Both times I come home thoroughly exhausted. I wake up for my dinner, and then sleep until Saturday morning. Mother is happy because she doesn't have to worry about me being bored during the day on Friday, and then she can get a lot of homework done Friday night and Saturday morning, on account of us pups being sleepy.

She says its a win:win situation. All I know is I get to wear my fancy collar, and be lavished with attention by other humans and pups on Fridays. 

I'll take it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wuv, tawoo wuv...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/711945</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 18:07:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/711945</guid>
		<description>Mother had an epiphany last night. Quite frankly, I'm embarrassed that it took her so long to figure ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had an epiphany last night. Quite frankly, I'm embarrassed that it took her so long to figure it out...

The Man came over with Maxwell, as per the usual Wednesday night arrangement. Again, as per usual, The Man left around 8:30, Maxwell decided he wanted to stay here, with us girls. 

Mother and Maxwell sat on the couch, I sat staring out the front window. Sad, sad Bella. Mother looked at me and noticed me being blue. I could see the cogs turning...

Later that night, she couldn't find me. Finally she saw me curled up in bed. This is weird, only because when The Man stays, he normally claims the left side of the bed for himself, Mother found me curled up in a tight Izzy ball on The Man's "side" of the bed.

Finally she got it! Mother had always assumed that when Maxwell and The Man go home on Sundays, I am sad because *Maxwell* left. But last night she realized that I am sad because The Man has left! I lurve him so!! When he leaves, I am sad. Sad Bella. Turns out I like the guy a bit, who'dya thunk it :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Neither rain, nor sleet, nor...anything else</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/710181</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Feb 2011 06:25:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>will keep me from getting all my due Birthday Pressies!!!!

The Man and Maxwell came over last nig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ will keep me from getting all my due Birthday Pressies!!!!

The Man and Maxwell came over last night. The last time I saw The Man was on my birthday eve. He had just come in from a long flight, so I cut him some slack, in terms of bringing a present for me.

When he showed up yesterday, I gently tapped him on the shoulder and asked where my loot was. He said he didn't have anything for me.

I. Was. Shocked!

I handed him the car keys and scootched his tushie out the door, telling him to return only bearing presents! 

Oh. Did I forget to mention that we had 2 inches of ice on the roads, and 5 inches of snow on top of that??? 

But, being the good boy he is, he obliged (actually, in the interest of full disclosure, Mother drove her car, he was the passenger...). 

A few hours later, they both returned with the most wonderful of presents for me: A flamingo with, like, a bajillion squeakies!
Oh, how I love it so! I love it so much, I won't let anyone else even touch it! It's mine! All mine!

See Sometimes, being "attitudy" pays off!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First things first...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/709812</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 15:19:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I wanted to send a HUGE thank you to all of my wonderful pup pals!! You all made my birthday so very ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I wanted to send a HUGE thank you to all of my wonderful pup pals!! You all made my birthday so very, very special! Saying thanks doesn't seem sufficient, but Mother hid the credit card from me, so, for now, that's all I can do.
Thanks pals!!

Now, onto more pressing matters:
Like most of you, we've had some poo-poo weather. Most of you are experiencing weather much, much worse than we have in my part of Texas, but our weather is still poo-poo. We had an ice storm on Monday night/Tuesday morning. That's right - my birthday was cloaked in ice. Everything was covered in ice. Roads were dangerous. And, apparently, so were the sidewalks. At least, that's what Mother told me. She "claims" that the sidewalks were too icy to go for a walk. I didn't believe her, so she told me to go to the backyard and try to maneuver around. So. I did. 

It didn't go well. I was slipping and sliding all around. It was not my finest moment. But I would not let that deter me from an actual walk out front!!  Surely the front of the house is not as bad as the back of the house, right?

Mother held fast to her lies. No walkie for Izzy. This morning was the same BS. Except today, Mother left really early because she had to "go to work". Sure, she can drive into work, but can't take me for a walk...? Mmmmhmmm. 

Mother came home from work looking a bit frazzled. She said she had a headache from driving on the ice. It took her 3x as long to drive to/from work as it normally does. More lies, I'm sure. 

My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/696808">Wesley</a> manages to go out and about (way out and about!!!) with his Dad! Bad weather never slows them down! Wesley's dad plans for such weather and makes sure to continue with the adventures!! Not fair! Mother needs some snow shoes or crampons for the ice...

Fingers crossed for better weather soon!
Stay safe out there pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Today is my 8th birthday!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/709565</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Feb 2011 07:03:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow! The other day at the dog park, I was running around like a pup (Mother thought it was because I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow! The other day at the dog park, I was running around like a pup (Mother thought it was because I was trying to catch the attention of a certain black lab that I found cute...lies, lies, all lies)! Zigging and zagging and romping with the younger pups. Age is just a number, pups!!

I was hoping that Mother would throw me a party (my Angel friend Daisy - the Gossip Hound- is having a party at the Bridge...let all your angel friends know!!), but no party for me. We had a snow/ice storm last night/this morning. Actually it's more of an ice storm with a light dusting of snow for aesthetic reasons. Therefore even if a party had been scheduled, no one could have made it in anyway.  So, no fiesta, but I do spy a goodie bag from Pet-co! 

I plan on making the most of my day by lounging on the couch and maybe the living room rug. You only turn 8 once, ya know!

Thanks to all my pals for the rosettes and kind words! Izzy Kissys to all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rules, rules, rules...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/708441</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Jan 2011 14:24:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Blah, blah, blah.

The Man does NOT allow doggies on the bed. Weird, right?!? This is not a proble ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Blah, blah, blah.

The Man does NOT allow doggies on the bed. Weird, right?!? This is not a problem-o for me, since I rarely stay overnight at the house in Crappy Town. Maxwell, strangely enough, seems to grasp the concept that no doggies on the bed at Dad's house, but yes doggies on the bed at Mom's house. He understands this rule, and doesn't fight it (although, he does get a pretty sweet tucking in at The Man's house - covered in a blanket and everything!!). I refuse to abide by this ridiculous rule!

Last night was one of the rare nights we all stayed in Crappy Town. The Man is on call this weekend, and as such, stays in Crappy Town so he can take care of patients and needy nurses at all hours of the night. The peeps went to bed around midnight (they stayed up to watch True Lies, a favorite of The Man's). Maxwell was tucked in on his bed in the bedroom, and I got all cozy on the couch in the living room. I waited to make my move.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Eventually the time came to make my move... The Man got up early to start rounds at the hospital. No sooner did the front door close behind him than I hippity-hopped onto the bed and curled up next to Mother. 

She mumbled something about not being allowed on the bed, but I pretended like I didn't hear her. As it stands right now, my fur perfectly matches the color of the bedspread and sheets, so I knew I was pretty safe in terms of getting away with my devious behavior. 

Eventually Mother decided to get out of bed, so she woke me up and told me to "get down before Dad comes home and sees this."

I had rested enough and had broken enough rules to feel good about myself, so I obliged. 

I love being devious!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's what I do...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/707488</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 06:46:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/707488</guid>
		<description>First of all, thanks to all my great, great minions, err, I mean, pals for sending me happy thoughts ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, thanks to all my great, great minions, err, I mean, pals for sending me happy thoughts yesterday! Being a Diary Pick of the Day was made even more special because of you pups! Mother was distracted all day (and I'm not allowed on the computer unsupervised...) and didn't read the e-mail from Dogster HQ alerting us to the honor until 3:00 in the afternoon! By that time, she and The Man were talking carpet samples with the carpet guy and Mother was bored. She saw the e-mail and bumped into the carpet conversation to tell The Man about ME!! In his defense, The Man was smart enough to say, "Wow! That's great!!" before going back to the carpet talk. Good guy. So, thanks Pals!!

Now, onto my story...
As I mentioned previously, Mother was busy yesterday. She woke up EARLY and left us before the sun even came up. She didn't make it home until 9:00 last night. She played fetch and fed us, then went to bed. 

I patiently waited for her to wake up and take me (us) for our morning walkie. I waited. And waited. And waited. Being the intuitive hound that I am, I knew Mother would have to wake up soon, or else we would be stuck walking in the rain. I could sense the rain was a-comin'. I stared at her. Nothing. I breathed on her. Nothing. Eventually, I walked over/on top of her. That worked. Mother looked outside and realized that she had better get up if she was going to get us leashed up for our walk. Sadly, she dilly dallied a bit too long.

As we were about 5 minutes into our walk, it started to drizzle. Mother wanted to turn around and head back, but I refused! *She* was the one who wouldn't haul her butt outta bed this morning. *I* was the one who tried to wake her at a more reasonable hour so we could get the walk in before the rain. I would not be punished because of her laziness!! Maxwell agreed. We were both willing to suffer through some wet fur if it meant we could continue our walk. So. We did. 

By the time we got home, we were all a little damp, but mu mission had been accomplished: I got my full walkie!!

If only Mother had listened to me this morning, she wouldn't have had to stick her sweat pants in the dryer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Boy!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/707008</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Jan 2011 06:24:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Today is my Atley's birthday!! 
I know what you are thinking...he's quite the younger pup for a lad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley's</a> birthday!! 
I know what you are thinking...he's quite the younger pup for a lady of my (ever-so-slightly) advanced age. But I'm still spry!

Anywag, I forgot to tell ya'll that Atley's Mom called my mom on Christmas Eve Day so they could chit chat! They talked about all kinds of stuff (mostly dogs...) but then Ms. Atley's Mom told my Mom to give me a kiss from Atley!!! And she did!

Yup.

*I* got a kiss from Atley!!!!

*swoon*

Now, go over and wish the Birthday Boy a great birthday!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Weather</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/706649</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Jan 2011 06:37:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One word: blech.

It's that time of year when the weather in Texas is unpredictable, to bark the l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One word: blech.

It's that time of year when the weather in Texas is unpredictable, to bark the least. Warm and sunny one day, then cold and cloudy the next. 

Yesterday it was a beautiful day. Mother took us for a long walk so we could enjoy the sunshine.

Today, it is raining and cold, cold, cold. Texas (the area where I live, at least) doesn't typically get much snow, but we do get about 1-2 ice storms each year. Everyone is wondering if this rain storm will turn into the first ice storm of the year. I don't like it!! I have spent much of the morning starring out the front window, willing the rain to go away. I figure, Mother can bundle up enough to stay warm, but there is no way in H-E-C-K she will walk us in the freezing rain. 

Sigh.

It looks like I am a prisoner in my own home today.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not the brightest bulb in the socket...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/704210</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 16:38:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am, of course, referring to Maxwell. 
Saturday night, we all spent the night in Crappy Town. Moth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am, of course, referring to Maxwell. 
Saturday night, we all spent the night in Crappy Town. Mother and The Man had a party to attend at a neighbors house (I know what you are thinking... I should have been able to tag along!), so we all packed a bag and snoozed at the house in Crappy Town, rather than drive back to home base. 

In the morning, The Man woke up early and took us puppers for a long walk. Mother snoozed some more. When we got back from our walk, we were energized by the cool morning air, and wanted to wake up Mother. So, we did.

As soon as she wakes up, the lady gotsta tinkle. I mean, she waites until she gets to a bathroom, but still, it's pretty astounding how quickly her brain receives the signal from her bladder that it is full, as soon as her eyes open. 

Anywhoodle, she went to the little girls room. I waited outside the door. Maxwell, on the other paw, didn't feel like waiting. He tried to open the door. Next thing Mother heard was "BOOM!" as his head hit the door. I started to snicker. The door didn't budge. Maxwell looked perplexed. "Try it again, Max!" I yelled from across the room, as I tried not to laugh.

So he did. BOOM!!! Next thing I know, Mother is yelling at Maxwell to knock it off. Maxwell is still rubbing his head, trying to figure out why the door didn't budge.

Soon enough, Mother came out of the bathroom. She slid the door open, showing Maxwell that it is, in fact, a pocket door. It goes in and out, as opposed to front and back. Banging it with your noggin won't cause a pocket door to open, like it would a normal door.

I knew this. Maxwell didn't. I. Am. Awesome!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fightin' weight!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/703596</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 17:09:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, I had my annual exam yesterday.
I won't even go into the fact that it was referred to as a &quot;S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I had my annual exam yesterday.
I won't even go into the fact that it was referred to as a "Senior" exam, nor the fact that my bum holey-o was viotalted twice...!!! No, I'll ignore those 2 transgressions.

Instead, I'll fill you in on the great news!! I am in optimal health (duh), and have managed to maintain the same weight from last year! Yes. The exact. Same. Weight. 

Mother took this to mean that she deserves a pat on the back for being able to ration my kibble/snacks and exercise appropriately. I told her that she had nothing to do with it, and it was merely just another example of how PAWESOME I am!

We are currently still debating this issue.

Regardless. 41.1 pounds of Izzy is the optimal amount, in case you were wondering :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, it's a start...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/702563</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Dec 2010 14:43:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/702563</guid>
		<description>I finally convinced Mother to sit down and write our holiday cards!! I made sure the very first one  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I finally convinced Mother to sit down and write our holiday cards!! I made sure the very first one we sent was to our sweet pals Coco Rose and Puff (and their mom!), cuz they are just really, really sweet and stuff!

By the time I finished compiling my list of all the pups I wanted Mother to send a card to, we realized we were 3 cards short!! 3! So, Mother promised me she would pick some more up on her way home from work tomorrow. I plan on holding her to that promise, by the way.

I realize that I can't be too snippy with Mother today, as she is rather irked with me, at the present moment. Apparently the bag of Moose Munch in the shopping bag in her room was not for me (GASP!!), but was meant to be her gift for the gift exchange at The Man's Office Party. She yelled at me (GASP! GASP!) and told me I "need to understand the value of money, young lady!"

Oh well, she'll get over it.

Shalom!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What about meeeee?!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/701816</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Dec 2010 16:52:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/701816</guid>
		<description>Mother is on strike. She is being all bah-humbuggy and refusing to decorate for the holidays. The gr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is on strike. She is being all bah-humbuggy and refusing to decorate for the holidays. The gravity of this situation didn't sink in until yesterday, the first night of Hanukkah. 

You see, in this household, we celebrate Hanukkah (for me) and Christmas (for the others). Mother has always allowed me to celebrate Hanukkah as I want. Usually this entails me wearing my blue and white fluffy collar and demanding gifts each night after I sing about the dreidel and light a candle on my menorrah. 

This year, since she is all boo-hooy, no Hanukkah collar for me. No token menorrah. No dreidel songs. 

I pulled her aside and told her in no uncertain terms that I was willing to let this go, but I fully expect to see my holiday stocking hanging from the mantle, and sufficiently filled with goodies for yours truly.

Mother told me that she is doubtful there would be stockings this year.

I. Was. Shocked!

I'm fine with her being all blah when it doesn't affect me, but when her general crankiness results in me not having my stocking stuffed... well, that is an entirely different story.

This has got to stop. It won't be pretty.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good gravy!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/701641</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Dec 2010 09:24:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/701641</guid>
		<description>Do you pups have as much trouble with your transcriptionizer as I? I have had tons and tons of fasci ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you pups have as much trouble with your transcriptionizer as I? I have had tons and tons of fascinating, absolutely fascinating things happen to me. But, since Ms. Boo-hoo-I'm-busy-I'm-tired-I-have-to-work wouldn't transcribe my detailed notes, most of the awesomeness will never be read. It's a tragedy, really. Kinda like losing some of Shakespear's work. Really. So, seeing as though my transcribinator has allowed me mere minutes to help me, I am forced to use bullet points to realy my stories. 

* We had company! Cousin Angel was here, then she left, then she came back. Poor thing never did figure out the doggie door. Mother took it in stride, saying, "it's certainly not the first time, and probably won't be the last time a dog has pee'd in my house." Cousin Angel and Uncle Eric left last Monday. 

* Grammy was here. For. A. Long. Time. One time (yes, just once), Mother asked her to tag along on a walk with us pups. Grammy insisted on making me listen to her rules...well, she tried. For some reason, Grammy felt it was important for me to "sit" at random intervals during our walk. We'd be walking along, and suddenly I'd hear, "Izzy. Sit." I'd look at Mother with a very quizzical look. Mother shook her head. Again, "Izzy! Sit!" I would remain standing, looking at Mother for some sort of explanation. Mother tried to explain to Grammy that she never requires us to sit during our walks (???) and that the walkie time is really our pups time to sniff, roam and get some of our energy out. And also, after 6 years (I came to my furever home when I was 1), it's really quite unnecessary to start changing our walk routine. Grammy sighed. Mother flipped her the imaginary bird, and the walk continued, with Grammy complaining about the distance the enitre 1-mile walk.

* I convinced Uncle Eric that he is one of my minions. As soon as he walked in to pick up Cousin Angel, I immediately ran to him and said RUB MY BELLY! RUB MY BELLY! As soon as he sat on the couch, I jumped up and flopped over to allow him easy access to my belly, for optimal rubbing. He did it, obviously. Cuz he's my minion. 

That's all for now. Happy Wednesday Pals!!

Oh. Oh! One more thing... We got our holiday card fro CocoRose and Puff!!! It arrived yesterday and it's all SPARKLY!!!!!

Thanks, Pals!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hurry, hurry!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/699755</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 18:27:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/699755</guid>
		<description>There *may* still be time to vote!!!

My great Feist pal, Cocoa is asking for opinions on the late ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There *may* still be time to vote!!!

My great Feist pal, Cocoa is asking for opinions on the latest Christmas Card featuring her and her furamily. Check it out here:
http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1024006

Sorry, Mother can't seem to link today, apparently.

Go! Comment! And make sure to tell Cocoa how purty she is!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My minions.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/697294</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 14:57:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had lots and lots of minions around me last week. Uncle Eric fell for my charms, and wound up rubb ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had lots and lots of minions around me last week. Uncle Eric fell for my charms, and wound up rubbing my belly and scritching my ears all weekend. A few times he tried to stop, but I pawed at him until he realized that *I* am the one who decides when the scritching and belly rubs will end. Cousin Angel also fell for my charms (again). We had a full house all weekend, and most of the time the attention was aimed at me!

Just as it should be.

Sadly, Maxwell and The Man left Sunday night. Uncle Eric and Cousin Angel left Monday morning. 

My life is back to B-O-R-I-N-G.

Maxwell is coming back tonight and will be with us for the next week (The Man is running the Marine Corp Marathon and then visiting the Furless Ones). So, that will be some sort of entertainment. Unfortunately, I have yet to be able to train Maxwell to rub my belly at my whims, so it won't be the same. 

Cousin Angel will also be back in a few weeks. Uncle Eric will not be staying with us. So again, no belly rubbers at my beck and call. 

This is wrong...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I survived!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696905</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 15:13:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696905</guid>
		<description>Dearest friends, I would like to thank you for all your kind words and advice, regarding my recent h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dearest friends, I would like to thank you for all your kind words and advice, regarding my recent houseguest!! You will all be happy to know that Cousin Angel and I managed to survive the weekend with only minimal teeth baring (my bad). 

Cousin Angel and Uncle Eric arrived, I spazzed out. Chilled in my time out and then relaxed after I received a bully stick.

Actually, after Uncle Eric handed me my bully stick, I was too busy om-nom-noming on it to be bothered to growl at Cousin Angel. Once I had finished the bully stick I was way too zen to bother getting all cranky again, so I just let the zen continue through the weekend. 

Mother reminded me that Cousin Angel will be staying with us for a few weeks in November and that it would be "great if you could remember you don't hate Angel". 

I promise nothing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I will not be silenced!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696554</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 06:48:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696554</guid>
		<description>Mother was driving home from work yesterday, considering making a stop at the local drugstore. Why,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was driving home from work yesterday, considering making a stop at the local drugstore. Why, you may ask...? Because she was contemplating purchasing some Benadryl for yours truly. No. Not because of allergies. Because she wanted to silence me!!!

Yes!

You see, Cousin Angel is visiting this weekend. I have met her before on 3 or 4 occasions. I ALWAYS end up becoming Charming Izzy...eventually. But, at first, I ALWAYS feel the need to go uber-bitchy on Cousin Angel. Mother is always surprised at just how ferocious I can be. I don't know why she is so surprised, I mean, I am a force to be reckoned with!!!

Anywag, she ended up nixing the Benadryl idea, as she remembered how a few of our pals actually had the opposite reaction (read: they went bonkers!) when they took some. 

So, when Uncle Eric and Cousin Angel showed up a few hours later...well, it was interesting. 

Mother tried holding me to get me to calm down. Didn't work. I was growling and barking and squirming my tushie off! Shortly thereafter, I got put in a time out.

I'll give that a moment to sink in...............

Yeah. I was PUT IN A TIME OUT!!!!

<i>Apparently</i> all of my 'tude was causing Maxwell to go all weird and stuff. I guess Maxwell wanted to be all friendly and nice to Cousin Angel, but (obviously) he takes his direction from me, so was waffling between wanting to sniff her butt and then growl. 

While I was in my time out, thinking about what I had done... I chillaxed a bit. Maxwell and Angel realized they had met before and there was no need to be so shy. Once I was quiet, Mother let me out, but put my leash on me (she wanted to be able to "control me" - *snicker*). 

Uncle Eric gave me a treat. I relaxed. All is well. Charming Izzy is back. 

That's how I roll. 

Oh! One more thing... thanks (AGAIN!!) to my pup pals for the rosettes and paw mails congratulating me on being a Diary Pick of the Day - AGAIN!

A special thanks to Hershey ;)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awards and stuff!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696332</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 12:02:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/696332</guid>
		<description>Thanks to all my pup pals for helping to make me feel extra special on this day! I am A Diary Pick o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to all my pup pals for helping to make me feel extra special on this day! I am A Diary Pick of the Day!! Woo-hoo! Now, I suspect Mother has top secret surprise in terms of ANOTHER honor for yours truly. Wanna know why??
Cuz everytime I do something "bad", Mother yells, "Nobel!" As in Nobel Prize, for sure!!!
I paw at her when she is eating: "No Bell!"
I stick my cold nose real close to her when she is trying to sleep: "No Bell!"
Nobel! 
No Bell!!
Nobel!
No Bell!!

It's the same thing, is it not?

I wonder if I will be awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature?
Science? PEACE?!?!

The possibilities are endless, really. I mean, I'm pretty awesome in all of those categories!

I wonder, though, if there is a Stopbell Prize, as sometimes Mother hints at that too. And also a Knockitoffbell Prize...

Either way, my bags are packed! I think with my naturally Blonde fur, I will easily blend in with the natives in Oslo, when my Nobel Prize is awarded!

Yeah!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Streetwalker</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/695588</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 15:37:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother got into the habit of walking us pups in the street. You see, awhile back, when the trainer c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother got into the habit of walking us pups in the street. You see, awhile back, when the trainer came to show Mother how to walk us properly and be pack leader (*snicker*)the trainer told her to try walking us in the street in order to give her more room to have us walk us by her side. 

Well, lemme tell ya pups, I am not a streetwalker! Everytime we venture onto the street, I pull and pull and pull until we go back to the sidewalk. 

It is beneath me to walk on the street. It gives off the wrong impression. 

I am not a streetwalker!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boating with the family</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/695178</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 09:10:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/695178</guid>
		<description>Well pups, after an entire summer of asking and asking and asking, The Man finally rented a boat and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, after an entire summer of asking and asking and asking, The Man finally rented a boat and took us pups out on the water. Neither Maxwell nor I had ever been on a boat before. It took us a few minutes to get our sea legs, but once we did... look out! 
Eventually, we found a small, deserted island (very television-like, no?) so the peeps let us off the boat so we could run, run, run on the beach. It took some cajones on my part to jump from the boat to the beach, but I did it pups! After the first jump, I was in doggie heaven!!!!  There was sand, and waves, and water and CHICKEN!! Mother packed a picnic lunch and made sure to pack some chicken. Fabulous day! 

The peeps were pleasantly surprised to see me running in the water, as there was no pool devil to lure me in. One Maxwell showed me the ropes, I was hooked!

Great day. Great, great day.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fink.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/693823</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Oct 2010 09:46:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother went to work this morning. On a Sunday, I know. She must have felt a little bad about leaving ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother went to work this morning. On a Sunday, I know. She must have felt a little bad about leaving us alone yesterday AND today, as she gave us us each a doggie ice cream. Yum-yum in my tum-tum! 

I was feeling all kinds of happy. But then, Mother totally betrayed me. The Man is coming over this afternoon to pick up Maxwell and take him up to Crappy Town. Mother wanted to give him a little 411 over the phone, since she won't be home this afternoon when he stops by.  She was rambling on about this and that, but then totally crossed the line when she told him, "Oh, and I gave the pups some ice cream this morning, so DO NOT let them tell you that they have not had a treat today, because they have."

Betrayed. I feel so betrayed. 

I'm hoping I can convince The Man that Mother lies, and we do, in fact, still need our daily treatsie.

Fink.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I told you so!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/693304</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 09:13:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is impossible to make me distasteful. Impossible!!

The fleas love me! I have been eating my ga ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is impossible to make me distasteful. Impossible!!

The fleas love me! I have been eating my garlic for a week now - and the fleas still find me oh-so loveable!!

Mother is pulling her hair out in frustration, though. She has been giving me daily baths, Furminating me 2-3 times per day, and manually inspecting me every night. She has been using some natural flea and tick shampoo (it smells divine!! - essential oils and stuff) and sprayed the yard and patio with organic bug killer. The Man has been dutifully spraying Maxwell with the organic flea/tick preventive oil (although he does still complain that Maxwell now "Stinks"). When Maxwell arrives tonight, Mother will be throwing him in the shower and giving his a thorough scrub down with the flea and tick shampoo. I suspect he will be none to happy with that, as he is used to his Aussie Mega Volume Shampoo - seriously.

Mother does not want to use any harsh chemicals on me, but we're kinda running out of options. 

But, the good news is I TOLD YOU SO!!!! It is impossible to find me distasteful!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whoopsie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/693210</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 12:21:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/693210</guid>
		<description>Hee hee hee!

Pongo totally stole my recent diary entry!

I was the one who was supposed to be t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hee hee hee!

Pongo totally stole my recent <a href+"http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345051/diary/Aint_life_grand/693198">diary entry</a>!

I was the one who was supposed to be telling you pups to go make friends with Willie and Luna!!!

Geesh! 

Good help is so hard to find.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The dangers of GWP</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/692629</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 09:47:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>GWP.
Are you pups familiar with this? Perhaps your Moms are (or,heck, even your Dads - I don't judg ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ GWP.
Are you pups familiar with this? Perhaps your Moms are (or,heck, even your Dads - I don't judge). GWP - Gift With Purchase. Typically this is seen at cosmetic counters. When the humans buy an item equal a certain amount, they receive a lOVELY make-up bag filled with lots of goodies. 

Mother is a sucker for this. She has even conned The Man into keeping his ears tuned for these special events. 

Well, the other day, Mother decided to clean out her bathroom storage area, and realized that *perhaps* she has gone a bit too crazy with the GWPs, as she had about 6 make-up bags and their respective free goodies still in them. Mother cleaned out the bags, took them to the local resale shop and then sorted through the freebies. As it turns out, she has a lot (!!) of lipsticks. A. LOT!

So now, Mother has been trying to use her lipstickies. What does this mean for Izzy...? Lots and lots of lipstick marks on my forehead. Just like <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/4664004">this</a>.

This has to end. My forehead is tinged with lipstick and sticky from the gloss she has thrown into the mix.

I'm suffering pups. Serious.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Distasteful??</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/692267</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 18:13:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/692267</guid>
		<description>Mother found a flea on me. She hunted it down and then killed it. But still, she knows there are mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother found a flea on me. She hunted it down and then killed it. But still, she knows there are more. We have been going au naturel in terms of medications and flea/tick prevention. Mother is very concerned about the chemicals scrambling our brains, so we have been going without the flea/tick stuff. Mother was <i>supposed</i> to start supplementing my diet with garlic. She had read that giving pups a small clove of garlic each day (a SMALL clove!) will make the pups aroma somewhat undesirable to the fleas.  Yeah. I know. She wants to try to  make *me* distasteful! I know, right?!?

Anyway, Mother forgot to add the garlic to my kibble. She just started it last night. I have been receiving a (small!!) clove of garlic with my night time chicken stew. I love my stew so much I don't even notice the offensive garlic. It won't get rid of the current fleas, but it should prevent others from becoming too fond of me.

Now all she has to do is get rid of the rest of the little buggars.

I know... me, distasteful?!?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Understanding royalty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/691950</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 18:05:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother's brother, Uncle Eric, has been planning a visit to Texas. He has some training to do nearby  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother's brother, Uncle Eric, has been planning a visit to Texas. He has some training to do nearby (he flies helicopters!!), and Mother offered to let him crash at my (our) house. Uncle Eric is also the proud papa of Cousin Angel. It's been a long time since I've written of Cousin Angel. She stayed with us for a few months about 5 years ago. She and Pongo got along fantabulously!! Me and Angel... not so much. There is room for only 1 diva in this house, and I did not take too kindly to Angel trying to usurp that position. Mother and Uncle Eric kept trying to tell me the Angel had no intentions of trying to take over my spot as Numero Uno Diva, but it took a few days of me watching Angel closely to realize they were right.

So, anywag. Uncle Eric was originally going to be in Texas for a little over 2 weeks, most of that time he would be in a hotel, but would have left Angel with me (us).  His plans changed, and he sent Mother an e-mail yesterday asking her to "ask her royal highness Izzy if it would be okay if Angel stays with you guys all weekend and then again in November."

He gets me. 

And FYI, it's fine with me if Cousin Angel stays with me (us) in October and then again in November. As long as she understands her place...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Me!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/690456</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 10:13:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I want to tell you all about me!! It's been so long since I have had a chance to tell you all about  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I want to tell you all about me!! It's been so long since I have had a chance to tell you all about me!! 
Me!
Me!
Me!
So, let's see...
1. Mother had a birthday a few days ago. This is supposed to be about me, so that's all I will say about Mother. Except that, she made a cake. Chocolate with marshmallow frosting. I know what you're thinking... "YUM!" But, no. Gluten free chocolate. Uck. She set the cake on the counter while she gathered plates for her and The Man. When her back was turned, I went for it! I hadn't counter surfed in forever, and thought it would be a great opportunity! No. No it wasn't. I did enjoy the frosting, but found the cake to be ehh. Mother did too. So did The Man. The cake was promptly dumped. I did have some marshmallow frosting on my whiskers for awhile after that :)

2. I went to the dog park a few times! Mother stopped taking us due to the fact that so many people think that a dog park is a great place to take their ill-mannered dogs. And also, 'cause Maxwell likes to hump other dogs. But, Maxwell was staying with us for a week and had some PENT UP ENERGY! So Mother sucked it up and took us to the park. Overall, we were rather unimpressed. Which is funny, because the last time we were there we had a blast! Now, I've matured. I can do better. I hung by the gate, asking to leave about 5 minutes after arriving. We played indoor fetch instead of going back to the dog park.

3. I tried the Proportions Food Challenge. They went to all the trouble of sending me some free food, so I would like to tell you a bit about the experience. Overall, not bad. I really enjoyed the separate packaging for all 3 courses. Chicken with pumpkin, dry kibble, and dried herbs/fruit/veggies. Mother didn't even have to stir it up, I gulped it down right quick! I even licked the bow1! Yum-o! Mother said she would look into ordering some for me, but suspects that the cost would prohibit me from being able to eat them for every meal. Maybe just for dinner. But the way cool thing is you can upload your picture and have YOUR PICTURE on your dog food! Mother said if she order the food, she would have them put MY PHOTO on the food. Which, really, everyone should have my picture on their dog food. 

That's all the time I have. I'll try to keep you updated more often :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Neener, neener, neener</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/688830</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 17:29:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As pups who read Maxwell's diary know, The Man recently bought a new(er) car. Maxwell was all kinds  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As pups who read Maxwell's diary know, The Man recently bought a new(er) car. Maxwell was all kinds of psyched to ride in the new(er) car. Well guess what...?!?

The Man has thus far refused to let Maxwell ride in the new(er) car (claims of "muddy paws" and "dirt" were thrown around). But last night, *I* was allowed to ride in the new(er) car!

That's right pups! You see, The Man decided to keep his old car in order to provide transportation to and from the golf course and the running trails. That way he would still have a "Maxwell-friendly" car, meaning the car could get as dirty as possibly without griping from The Man. 

Well, his garage in Crappy Town is too small for 2 cars. Mother's garage, however, is not. So, last night we all drove up to Crappy Town in the old car (Mother and The Man then took a road trip to Oklahoma so Mother could make a fool out of herself at a concert...).  When the peeps came home, Mother hooked my leash on me and we headed to the NEW(ER) CAR!!

Maxwell's mouth hung wide open! I loved it! That's right Maxwell! Lookit me! Look at how SCHWEET I look in the new(er) car! Mother and I took off down the road, with Maxwell's pathetic face disappearing quickly behind us.

We drove home with the radio blaring, cruisin' in the new(er) car.

The car is now parked in the garage, just waiting for me to take it for another ride!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmmm-mango!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/688345</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 09:58:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother worked til late-o'clock last night. When she got home I was HONGRY and, also, I may have need ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother worked til late-o'clock last night. When she got home I was HONGRY and, also, I <i>may</i> have needed a few snuggles.

Mother gave me my kibble, and a few scritches. Then, she sat on the couch with <i>her</i> dinner: mango slices and some chips.

I looked at her with my beautiful eyes, pleading with her to share some of her yums with me. Finally she gave in and gave me a slice of mango.

Wow!! I have never eaten mango before. Holy cow, that stuff is good!

I immediately flashed my smile at Mother again. Three slices later, Mother said I had had enough. 

This morning, Mother gave me my usual bowl of kibble. I balked.

Where was my mango?!? I smiled at Mother.

Nada.

I flashed my brown eyes.

Nuthin'.

Mother told me it was kibble or nothing. 

I settled on nothing.

I have tasted the sweet land.. and I want MORE!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wha???</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/687744</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 10:32:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The peeps came home with a new squeaky toy! It's a long white cat-type thing. It squeaks, it crunche ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The peeps came home with a new squeaky toy! It's a long white cat-type thing. It squeaks, it crunches and it makes a kitty-kat meowing like sound. Tres cool!

I love it! I walk around the house carrying it in my mouth. It's almost as long as I am! Mom said it's a good thing it is soft, due to the fact that I tend to plow into people's legs as I carry it around.

This weekend, as I was playing with <i>my</i> new toy, Maxwell decided he wanted to play with it. Maxwell grabbed onto one end of it. I looked at his and growled. 
"Paws off buddy."
Maxwell looked at me, stuffy still in mouth, and growled back.
"Make me."

Mother looked at both of us and took the stuffy away, saying our behavior was "not okay".

We both looked at Mother and asked her what the big deal was, we were just <i>playing</i>. Geesh! Humans can be sooooo sensitive!

Now gimmie back my stuffie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fan Me!! Fan me, Minions!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/686763</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 15:15:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I'm hot!! 
I'm the only one of us pups who has a serious undercoat, so Mother has been trying to br ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm hot!! 
I'm the only one of us pups who has a serious undercoat, so Mother has been trying to brush, brush, brush me with the Furminator. On Saturday, she ended up with a HUGE pile of Izzy fur. Sunday, she Furminated me again, and again a HUGE pile of Izzy fur was produced. *I* wanted to save it up and send it to my sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a>. Mother said no. 
Sunday night it was soooo hot in our house I could NOT get comfortable! We had the AC cranked up, but the house wouldn't cool past 82 degrees. Ugh. I kept wandering from room to room trying to find the coolest spot. Eventually I settled on the bathroom floor (NOT by the toilet, I do have my standards...).

In the morning, I told Mother that I wanted - nee, <i>needed</i> 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.dyson.com/store/fans.asp?utm_source=Yahoo&utm_medium=CPC&utm_campaign=CPC">Dyson Air Multiplier</a>. Again, Mother said no.

Instead, she purchased a simple fan. A boring, simple "oscillating" black fan. 

Yeah, it cools.
Yeah, it's relatively quiet.
Blah, blah, blah.

I want my DYSON!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spirits! Voices!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/686379</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Aug 2010 07:06:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>As Maxwell alluded to in his diary, we were left home alone this past week (we had our usual butlers ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As Maxwell alluded to in his diary, we were left home alone this past week (we had our usual butlers stop by, so we weren't <i>completely</i> alone, no need to call the SPCA).

Mom had closed up all the doors to the bedroom and left us to roam free in the rest of the house. Unfortunately, at some point during the week, The Voices started. Taunting me, whispering to me, enticing me to do bad things. I told Maxwell about The Voices  -he heard them to. So, we set up an investigation to determine where The Voices originated from (NOT my head, as some may have previously thought). As it turned out, The Voices were hanging out in Mom's bedroom, at least that is what our investigation determined. The closed door would have been a hinderance to a normal dog, but Maxwell excells in opending closed doors. 
<i>Abracadabra Open Sesame!</i> The bedroom door opened and we headed to the far wall, near the window. We worked in tandem to tear up the carpet in order to get to The Voices and silence them. After a few minutes of tearing up the carpet - we realized that there really were no Voices, merely some critters OUTSIDE the house, underneath the window. 
Whoops. My bad (and Maxwell's too...). 

Sorry Mother!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cheater!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/684469</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Aug 2010 07:38:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has been &quot;working&quot; quite a bit lately. Well, at least, that is what she has been telling me.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has been "working" quite a bit lately. Well, at least, that is what she has been telling me. It has been very, very hot here (as I'm sure it is where you live). But, it's Texas in the summer, so the heat and what not is not really a surprise. 

It is nice weather for a swim. So I have been waiting patiently for Mother to load me into the Coop and head over to The Man's house in Plano for a little Pool Devil Huntin' time! Alas, with all of her "working" my pool time has been cut drastically. 

I'm all about Mother working. As it was explained to me, apparently things like kibble and squeaky toys do not just magically appear in my house (really???), they have to be bought with this thing called "money". Mother says she is able to have "money" when she works. So, I allow her to work. This weekend Mother said she had to "work". That's fine. Get some of this "money" stuff and bring me more squeakys, m'kay?

So, Mother comes home last night (supposedly from "work"). I run to greet her, but quickly take a step back... I sniff her. <i>Strange</i>.

<i>Sniff Sniff</i>...

I call Maxwell over and ask him for his opinion. Maxwell does what Maxwell does best - he licked her.

I look to him for confirmation. He nods his head.

CHLORINE! Mother smelled/tasted of chlorine! 
That could only mean 1 thing... the traitor went swimming! Without me!!! 

I bark my indignation! Mother tried to explain that she really did "work" all day, but then went to The Man's house after work, as his house is only about 3 blocks from her hospital, and swam. But only after she worked a full day - so she says...

LIAR!! LIAR!! LIAR!!

Mother left this morning for "work" again. I don't even bother to believe her anymore. My world has been shaken. Up in down. Left is right. Right is wrong. 

Mother is a cheater!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Izzy Kissys for all!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/683713</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 08:07:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got him, pups. 

I got him goooooood. 

On Sunday, The Man came over. I greeted him with my us ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got him, pups. 

I got him goooooood. 

On Sunday, The Man came over. I greeted him with my usual exuberance. I have been rather puppy-like lately, so my greeting involved lots of jumping and bouncing. Soon enough, he sat on the couch. Sadly, I was not done saying, "HI! HI! HI!"

The Man sat next to Mother on the couch, as he turned to say something to her, I made my move. His mouth was open... I planted a big wet one on (in!) his mouth.

I french kissed him!!! Hee hee hee! 

Oh la la! I smirked as I jumped off the couch.  The Man was not nearly as amused as I was.

"Germs! Yuck! Blech!" he yelled as he wiped his mouth. Mother asked him if he had ever been kissed by me or Maxwell before. 

"Nooooo! Of course not!" he sputtered as he took a HUGE swig of wine to "kill the cooties".

I would have been offended at his slight over-reaction, but the humor of the entire situation won over. 

It was CLASSIC!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mother's Home!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/679432</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 06:03:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/679432</guid>
		<description>Mother finally made it back to us on Sunday afternoon! I was so excited to see her, I stuck to her l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother finally made it back to us on Sunday afternoon! I was so excited to see her, I stuck to her like white on rice..until I fell asleep 3 hours later. I missed my mom, and wasn't afraid to let her know.

While she was gone, Maxwell and I played and played and played!! At one point, The Man was stopped by a co-worker, asking if he now has a "yellow dog" in addition to Maxwell (everyone knows Maxwell in Crappy Town). Turns out we were spotted on one of our Great Escapes and as such, The Man put us in lock down, only allowing us out to tinkle and poo.  Speaking of poo... I rolled in some. Yup! Friday night. Found a delightful pile o' poo and rolled my neck in it. The Man was NOT amused, to put it lightly. This was also the same time that Maxwell was trying to entice the poker guys into petting him by licking them incessantly. In Maxwell's defence, it's no surprise that Maxwell is a licker, so if anyone is dumb enough to wear shorts or sandals around Maxwell, then really, they are just asking to be licked.

So, Maxwell and I were banished to another room until we could be "talked to". I was bathed, scrubbed and reprimanded appropriately.

Saturday was rather uneventful. Sunday afternoon, I saw Mother walk in and SMILED!! Yeah! Maxie and I loved on her and insisted on pets. She obliged. The Man may have gotten a kiss too, in between our lovins. 

Soon enough, we all settled on the couch, Mother was scritchin my neck and noticed something odd. She told The Man that I had a tick!! The Man replied, "It's probably just dried poo." Mother told him, "That's not okay either!!"  Sure enough, I had a tick on my neck. 

ACK!! It was removed, and The Man was reprimanded for failing to notice. His defence was that he gives me "tough pets" meant to toughen me up, and as such, would never scritch my neck. Whereas Mother gives me "sissy" pets.

So, now I'm home and VERY tired. Mother is slightly concerned about me being so tired, but for now is chalking it up to a week of partying with the boys. 

Apparently Mother and The Man are leaving for their annual vacation on Friday, so she will be leaving me AGAIN!! This time, our pal Cal will be checking on us. 

For being un/under-employed, Mother sure does leave me a lot...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All about ME!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/677509</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 11:01:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My secretary has been a total LOSER lately! She has been &quot;working&quot; and as such claims to not have ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My secretary has been a total LOSER lately! She has been "working" and as such claims to not have had the time/energy to transcribe my dictation. I shook my paw in her face and said, "You work for me, lady!" Apparently it worked, as she is now typing what I am barking.

Allow me to provide you with a pupdate about Yours Truly:
1. I had my yearly vet exam this week. The past 3 years I have had titers done for my vaccines, but, apparently, after 3 years of titers, vaccines are required. So, I got all hopped up on my vac's, except the Leptosporosis. Mother asked if it was necessary for me to get that one, since I never am around public water sources, ponds, lakes, etc., BUT, Maxwell does hang out at the water hazards at the golf course. The vet said that since Lepto is spread through urine, I don't need the vaccine since it is unlikely I will come in contact with Maxwell's tinkle...
2. The vet and tech kept throwing around the term "senior". It took me a few moments to realize they were referring to ME! Yes! Apparently any pup over the age of 7 is considered a Senior Dog! I. Was. Appalled! I looked at Dr. Cissek and then pounded out a few sit-ups and push-ups, then said, "Would a 'senior dog' be able to do that?!? Huh? Didn't think so!!" And then I mentally flipped her the bird. 
3. Dr. Cissek admitted that I am healthy as a pup! Good weight, good teeth, healthy heart, and so on. Phew!
4. Mother is leaving on a road trip on Friday. She is leaving me in the care of The Man. I'm pretty jazzed about this, as The Man is rather lax with the rules when it comes to us pups. Mother, on the other hand, is petrified. She is convinced The Man will let us throw a few keggers and take us to the casino or something. I think she needs to just chillax.
5. On her road trip Mother is going to meet Gussie, Josie and Kiko, Sunny Lee (my twin!!) and also she is going to see Bodhi again!! She is quite excited about that!! But, most importantly, she is going to meet my beloved Sam's mom (and his siblings). Yes! My sweet Angel Sam!! The same Sam that she named our Sammy after! She is going to stay at the Casa de Sam!! Oh!!!!! (excuse the lack of links to the respective pups, the secretary is lazy. sigh) Can you believe it!! All of those pup pals!! When she first started planning the trip, <i>everyone</i> asked if I would be joining her. Because, you  know, I am awesome. When she told them that it would just be her, no Izzy, I'm sure many, if not most of them wanted to retract their invite. I mean, who wants to meet just Mother?? 

That's about it from Izzard Land!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This weekend...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/675927</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Jun 2010 15:52:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother and The Man went to Austin on Friday, thus leaving us pups to our own devices. Actually, we w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother and The Man went to Austin on Friday, thus leaving us pups to our own devices. Actually, we weren't completely alone, as our pal Cal stopped by to entertain us twice each day.

Apparently The Man had some business to attend to (putting up For Sale signs on his property) near Austin, and they decided to make a weekend away out of the situation - today is The Man's birthday, so they combined work with play!

The Peeps came home this evening, and I am not ashamed to say I acted like a sweet pup when they walked in the door. I jumped and licked and wagged my tail when I saw them!

"Oh, you're home!! I've missed you soooooo much!" I ran back and forth between the two of them, expessing my love. 

Unusual for me, I know. But sometimes you just gotta let the peeps know you missed them.

Tomorrow Mother has to take The Coop into the shop for a tune-up. She is going on a road trip and wants to make sure The Coop can handle it. Normally, it takes for-frickin'-ever for the car people to work on her car... so Mother thought if she takes me along with her, they may speed up their work. I laughed when she told me her plan. We all know that taking me along will only slow them down, as they will all need to love on me and tell me how pretty I am.
Duh!

Oh well, she is taking me anyway and said we could stop by the pool afterwards! Woo-hoo - new adventures for Izzy!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>He should be so lucky!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/673975</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 May 2010 15:15:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother and I trudged up to Crappy Town last night. She dropped me off at The Man's house and then sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother and I trudged up to Crappy Town last night. She dropped me off at The Man's house and then she drove over to his office. The Man's office is only 1 block from his house, but a thunderstorm was imminent, and Mother thought The Man may want to ride home in the safety of a car, rather than walk in the elements.

Apparently, as the story was relayed to me, The Man walked to the car, opened the door, noticed the amount of "Izzy hair" on the seats, and said he'd walk home.

<i>Excuse me</i>?!?

Does my fur offend you?

Mother realizes that there is quite a bit of fur de Izzy in the car (you're welcome!), but cannot think of more than 1 or 2 days in a row where I won't be accompanying her in the car, thus making the option of having the inside of the car de-Izzy'd futile.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on whose side you're on...), the rain held out as The Man walked home.

Offended?
Yes, yes I am.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/672875</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 May 2010 07:44:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wednesday night, Mother promised (promised!!) me that she would take me to the pool so I could work  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wednesday night, Mother promised (promised!!) me that she would take me to the pool so I could work on my attack maneuvers, Thursday morning. She said we would forgo our typical morning walkie and instead head straight to the pool. 

Yippie!! I was so excited I hardly slept at all that night! In fact, at 12:38 AM, I was so happy, I decided to stand in the back yard and bark, bark, bark about my happiness. I barked non-stop for about 10 minutes. Normally I don't do this, so Mother was thinking that maybe someone was trying to break into the house. She put the slat into the doggie door and grabbed a big kitchen knife and headed back to bed. We both slept fitfully, but for different reasons.

At 6:30 Thursday morning, Mother's phone rang - never a good sign.  It turns out, one of the RD's she works with had a very sick doggie and needed Mother to work for her, if possible. I barked into the phone, "No! She is NOT available!" But Mother corrected me and said she could just move some things around (she had other appointments scheduled later in the day as well), and would be there to work the full day.

I. Was. Peeved.

I ate my breakfast in a huff and then went out into the backyard to pout. Mother was getting ready to leave for work and tried to lure me inside for my "good-bye" treat. I wouldn't budge. I made her come outside to give me my treat.  Mother pointed to the sky and told me it was going to rain anyway, so even if she didn't work, the pool trip may have had to be nixed  anyway.

Sure enough, the rain started shortly after Mother left for work. I would have gotten wet at the pool with or without the rain, so I really don't understand her logic.

She promised to reschedule the trip for Sunday - weather permitting...

I'm still mad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Numero Uno!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/671523</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 May 2010 06:07:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Sunday morning paper had a list of the most popular names for the past year... number 1 for chic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Sunday morning paper had a list of the most popular names for the past year... number 1 for chicas....?
Isabella!!

That's right!

I'm number 1!!

In previous years, the name Maxwell had been the most popular name for boys, but not this year!!

The name Sammy (or Samuel) wasn't even on the list!!

I ran around shaking my booty in everyone's faces!!

"I'm number 1!!"  *shakey-shakey to the left*

"I'm number 1!!" *shakey-shakey to the right*

AND... the second most popular name for girls....?

Emma!!

Know what my name was while I was in foster care?

That's right!! EMMA!!

I just cannot lose!

Number 1 baby!

**Shakey-shakey**
**Shakey-shakey**]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's hunting season!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/670375</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 May 2010 18:03:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother took me and Maxwell with her to The Man's house today. She had to put up some painting tape,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother took me and Maxwell with her to The Man's house today. She had to put up some painting tape, and thought it would be a good day to officially start Pool Devil Hunting Season!!!

She flipped a switch, and next thing I knew - there is was!! It. Was. On!!!!

For the next hour I stalked the Pool Devil. At one point I reached a bit too far over the ledge and fell a$$ over tea kettle into the pool! Yes! I was completely IN THE WATER!! Fortunately I managed to stick the landing. I looked pretty sophisticated as I floundered and flailed my way to the steps (I was already in the shallow end, near the stairs). Mother thought it was funny. Truth be told, it wasn't so bad. My tail didn't even go straight like it normally does when I fall into the water (or am thrown into the water by a certain *Man*)...).

Mother says we are headed back tomorrow, so I can continue my hunt!!

I love hunting season!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pretty, pretty Izzy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/669128</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 10:04:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night, Mother was driving me and Maxwell home from Crappy Town. She had to stop at the gas stat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night, Mother was driving me and Maxwell home from Crappy Town. She had to stop at the gas station to pick something up and left us in the car. Mother looked out the window to make sure we weren't causing any trouble - <i>moi</i>??

I was sitting in the front passenger seat, smiling my beautifious smile.  Shortly thereafter Mother came back to the car. A lady was sitting in her car parked next to us, with the window down. She asked Mother if I was a lab. Mother told her I was lab mixed with "something".

Car Lady said I was very, very pretty. Mother smiled and said, "thanks" and then got in the car.

What, exactly was Mother saying "thanks" for? I am the one who is pretty! I am the one who received the complement! 

Thanks indeed!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm not ashamed to admit!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/667425</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 07:19:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When Mother came home last night, I insisted on snuggling with her ALL NIGHT!! She walked in the hou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When Mother came home last night, I insisted on snuggling with her ALL NIGHT!! She walked in the house and I ran and ran and ran around with my rubber chicken in my mouth - HAPPY!!!

After she had given proper lovins to Maxwell and The Man whisked him away to Crappy Town, all of her attention was turned to me!!

I curled up in her lap and fell asleep, safe in the knowledge that Mother was home and I could now keep track of her!

Phew!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/666575</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 07:07:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just found out some very exciting news!! If I wasn't such a lady (ahem) I would pee myself in exci ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just found out some very exciting news!! If I wasn't such a lady (ahem) I would pee myself in excitement!!

Apparently <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/595559">Winston's</a> mom is coming to visit ME!!  Well, technically she is coming to Dallas for a work conference... but we all know that is just double speak for "visit Izzy".

Mother has known about this for awhile, but hasn't told me or Sammy until today.  Mother says that she plans on going to Dallas one night to have dinner and drinkies with Annette, but hopefully, if her schedule allows, Annette <i>may</i> be able to come see ME some other night!!!

Holy cow!!! Mother is excited! I am excited! Sammy is excited! Maxwell would be excited, 'cept he doesn't know (he will be in Crappy Town with The Man, so no point in telling him, right?).

I will be incommunicado for the next few days, as my secretary takes a few days off (don't worry, she asked me first and I approved her request). Take care puppers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Izzard's work is never done</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/665912</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 06:10:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, apparently, Mother has an interview on Tuesday. As part of the interview, she was asked to do a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, apparently, Mother has an interview on Tuesday. As part of the interview, she was asked to do a lecture, pretending that the search committee are students.  She <i>says</i> this is a "big freakin' deal" (shout out to Biden - woo-woo!!!). But since it really doesn't concern me, I've been rather <i>laissez faire</i> about the whole thing.  That was until, Mother started flipping out, shouting, "where is 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://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adenosine_triphosphate">ATP</a>?!? Where is it?"

I decided to step in and help the poor soul. You see, I'm more than just a pretty face. I'm also pretty good with the thinkin' too!  So, you can see from my new photo, I was a great help!!

At this point you may be thinking, "Oh poor Bella. Poor poor Bella! Working all week, trying to help out your Mother, and nothing for you."

Well, that's not entirely true. It turns out I got lots and lots of walkies due to the fact that Mother needed to either "clear her head" or "run through the presentation in my head" and what better way to do all of that than by taking the Izzard for a walk (and Sammy too, but, whatev). 

So this past week has actually been quite delighful in terms of attention and walkies. Mother did cop an attitude at one point when she was trying out her lecture on me and Sammy and we both fell asleep.

She said it was rude. I said, "figure out a way to make this more interesting, and I'll stay awake."

Touche.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An edict from your leader!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/663472</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 16:13:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Daytona had a birthday this past weekend.

Apparently it was quite the celebration!!

He is real ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Daytona had a birthday this past weekend.

Apparently it was quite the celebration!!

He is really quite the funny guy (his sister is the smart one). He could use more pup pals, though. He has a lot to bark about, and I think you will find him (and his sis!) to be quite brilliant, or, at least amusing :)

Check him <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1055447">out</a>!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Putting my paw down!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/663041</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 07:01:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has been *trying* to do some wallpaper removal at The Man's house. I have been accompanying h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has been *trying* to do some wallpaper removal at The Man's house. I have been accompanying her for moral support and stuff like that. I was fine with hanging out with her and barking encouraging words from time to time... until this past visit.

You see, Mother likes to turn on the music really loudly (and yes, she "sings" along) when she is working on this project. No problemo. The mixed CD's from Sunny Lee were quite a delightful distraction. I was movin and groovin along with Mother. But then...then, she started playing the Dan Fogelberg CD.

What the woof?!?

Dan Fogelberg?

Seriously?

I'm supposed to get my groove on to "Leader of the Band"?

I don't think so.

She's on her own from now on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Evie's home!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/661938</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 06:51:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Eve has found her furever home!!  Turns out she was home all along... her foster Mom was unable to r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1016630">Eve</a> has found her furever home!!  Turns out she was home all along... her foster Mom was unable to resist her charms and knack for the barked word - she likes to talk :) - and adopted her as soon as she could. 

So, pop on over to Eve's page and giver her a great big CONGRATS!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hunting Season has begun!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/661562</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:24:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother started on the &quot;updating&quot; at The Man's house this afternoon. While she was busy cursing the w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother started on the "updating" at The Man's house this afternoon. While she was busy cursing the wall paper in the bathroom, I was busy huntin' the Pool Devil!!

Mother was nice enough to bring the guy out of hibernation for me. For an hour he and I had a go round trying to kill each other! He would spray me, I would lunge at him and bark. Repeat, repeat, repeat...

Eventually the Pool Devil decided I was too  much of a match for him and tucked his tail under a hose and sank to the bottom of the pool. 

Izzard - 1

Pool Devil - 0

I'm poopered, but pleased with myself!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ack! Acccck!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/661293</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 11:21:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How many of you pups enjoy a piece of popcorn from time to time?

Mother has gotten into the habit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ How many of you pups enjoy a piece of popcorn from time to time?

Mother has gotten into the habit of popping up a batch a few nights a week. She likes to sprinkle a few M&M's on top for a little sum'in sum'in extra... but I digress.

Sammy and I like to help her eat the popcorn.  As we watch the telly, she'll toss us a piece or two from time to time. Me likey.

What I don't like, however, is when the kernels get stuck in  my throat. More specifically they get stuck on the little hangy-down thing in the back of my mouth. 

I told Mother about this. She was skeptical that I even have a little hangy-down thing in the back of my throat. Although, I guess it's not something she ever really gave much thought to.

So, every once in awhile, after a night-o-popcorn, I'll spend a few minutes like this, 
"Ack!....Accccccck! Mother!! It's stuck on my hangy-down thingy!!! Accccck!"

She tells me to drink some water and stop hacking.

Heartless, she is.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No one asked the Iz!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/659999</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 17:24:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy crapola!! Mother has been flying off the handle lately and has refused (refused!!!) to update m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy crapola!! Mother has been flying off the handle lately and has refused (refused!!!) to update my diary.

Unacceptable, if you ask me!

Anywag... Mother has been gone during the day this week. She is starting a very part-time job at a local hospital. She is in training this week, so has been getting up earlier than I prefer in order to make it to work on time.

Mother has told me that after this week of training, she doubts she will be working there more than 1 or 2 times per month. She seems sullen about this, but, quite frankly, I'll be happier when she is home more in order to meet my needs. 

Mother is looking for a "full-time" job.  I am doing everything I can to hinder her search. I paw, paw, paw at her whenever she is at the computer. Usually she cannot resist my beautiful face, and will stop to pet me. But, sadly, she eventually goes back to her search. 

Gah.

If she does find a job, I will be forced to post an ad for a full-time caregiver, as she clearly will not be able to spend as much time fawning over me as I have become accustomed to during her stint of un-employment. 

The good news is she feels so guilty about being gone all day that she plays lots and lots of fetch with us when she does come home. It's funny, she didn't use to feel guilty about leaving us to go to work, but, I guess she just got used to spending her days with us.

That's all I have for now.

I'll try to keep you all better updated on The Iz!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A song for Bean</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/659380</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 17:58:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sung to the &quot;Meow Mix&quot; Song

Bean Bean Bean Bean
Bean Bean Bean Bean
Bean Bean Bean Bean Bean Be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sung to the "Meow Mix" Song

Bean Bean Bean Bean
Bean Bean Bean Bean
Bean Bean Bean Bean Bean Bean Bean Bean

Come. Home. Now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>GEEZ LOUISE!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/658730</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Mar 2010 07:39:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, our computer went completely kaput!! Ironically it was while mother was trying to update her ant ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, our computer went completely kaput!! Ironically it was while mother was trying to update her anti virus software.  So, I was unable to communicate with my pup pals for far too long!! More importantly, I MISSED A DATE WITH MY ATLEY!! 

Yes, Atley and his family were going to a dog park, totally within driving distance of ME!!! They e-mailed Mother and me. But cause Mother is an idiot, we didn't get the e-mails. I am soooo mad right now, I don't think I will ever forgive her!! Unless she gives me some of the chicken in the fridge....

We have company this week. Mother's Dad and his wife are here.  Mother is a little on edge, so I doubt she'll let me provide you with all the important (importante, if you speak Spanish) details of my life this past week. They are leaving on Sunday, so hopefully I can fill you all in after they leave and I pour Mother a stiff drink. 

Love to you all!

Paws are crossed for Bean's homecoming!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Izzy, or izin't he?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/657482</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 17:47:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hee hee.

The other night, Mother was trying to get my attention. 

Izzy, Izzy, Izzy...

The M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hee hee.

The other night, Mother was trying to get my attention. 

Izzy, Izzy, Izzy...

The Man hollered from the other room, "Or isn't he?"

Just thought that was funny. It's how we roll around here  :)

Anywhoodle, Neal, my Hound Mounds guy came today. I love him!!! Mother had never actually met him, so when she saw him in the backyard, she came out to join all of us and say "hiya!" to Neal.

Neal commented on Sammy - how cute and cuddly he is - whatever, right?!? He asked what kind of dog Sammy is (everyone asks this question...). 

THEN, he turned his attention to me. He told Mother that I am a Chow Hound! He finds it funny that I can always sniff out which pocket he keeps his treats in and I will sit very, very still until he gives me a treat.  He gives good head scritches too!

Neal also mentioned Maxwell. He said, "Yeah. Sometimes the old dog comes out to say hi, but usually he stays inside or keeps to himself."

Har har har!!! He thought Maxwell was "the old one"!! Technically, if you are looking at it chronilogically, I would be "the old one" - shhhhhh. Mother didn't correct him. She thought it was funny.

Anyway, Mother has been reviewing her budget lately. She's been cutting back on all the "extras". No more house cleaning, lawn mowing or fancy-dancy cable. I was worried that she would cancel my pooper scooper/Neal visits. So, after Neal left, I sat Mother down and told her, "Look lady, I need this service! This is not "extra". We're keepin' it. So, if that means shaving your legs and shakin' what the good Lord gave ya so you can pay for it, then so be it!"

I think I got through to her...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>MUTTS RULE!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/656051</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Feb 2010 06:25:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Allow me to introduce Breed Standards for The Izzard:

Height: Approximately 2 feet tall at should ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Allow me to introduce Breed Standards for The Izzard:

Height: Approximately 2 feet tall at shoulders
Length: 3 feet long, not including tail
Coloring: Light blonde fur, with honey-colored low-lights
Tail: Curled, unless upset at the people, in which case it is stick straight
Bark: Shrill, sudden,and fear-inducing
Coat: Thick undercoat, prone to random shedding regardless of the temperature

Personality traits: The Izzard is known for her alpha-dog tendencies. She expects respect from other dogs in her household. While relatively independent in her thinking, the Izzard has been known to follow her human's lead when hot dogs are involved. The Izzard can be quite stubborn.
The Izzard is known for her strong prey drive. Using her lithe frame and fast-twitch muscles, the Izzard can be a great huntress - often catching her prey off guard. The Izzard prefers to hunt rabbits, birds and Pool Devils. If caught, the Izzard will present her catch to her humans, expecting praise, not shrieking and dry-heaving.
When tired, the Izzard will snuggle with her humans, often preferring to rest her head on said humans, rather than simply being near them. Izzards have been known to snore when sleeping soundly. While some may consider this a flaw of the breed, true fans of the Izzard acknowledge this as a plus. 

Izzards make great companions for those who do not fear dog fur in <i>everything</i>, are not alarmed easily by sudden, shrill barking, and can provide adequate opportunities for hunting her prey.

**We LOVE all of our pup pals, regardless of pure bred-osity or not. Some of our besties are pure breds (you know who you are!!). Remember, shelter dogs can provide the same companionship as pure breds, often with more <i>pizazz</i>**
*Izzy sticks her paws out in "Jazz hands" fashion and sashays out of the room*]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Instigator.. &lt;i&gt;moi&lt;/i&gt;??</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/655505</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 09:02:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since Sammy has been home, we have ALL been working on behaving better. Sammy seems to think he shou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since Sammy has been home, we have ALL been working on behaving better. Sammy seems to think he should behave in order to earn praise from Mother. I am behaving better so I can score some turkey hot dog!!!

Mother has been monitoring our behavior very closely. She has come to the decision that, for the most part, I am the one who initiates the bad behavior.

Well, DUH!!

That's how I roll, chica!!

Usually the bad behavior revolves around barking like a mad dog at whatever I see outside the window.

I start off with a little "woof" - thus alerting Sammy (and Maxwell, if he is here) to stand at attention and follow my lead. Then we head to the front windows and commence with the barking!!

Since Sammy has been home, he has refused to play this game. 

LOSER!

I also have a problem with "stay".  As Mother is working with Sammy on this, I ask if I can play too. She obliges, thinking I am trying to better myself. 

Ha!

Hand over the smokie link lady!

She can manage to have us both "sit" and then "stay", but as she is backing away I shoot up and walk towards her. Sammy, seeing his fearless leader (me) do this, assumes it is okay for him to follow.

Mother becomes frustrated by this. Frustrating her can be almost as nice as getting a bit of hot dog!!

Mother said I need to start behaving or else she will have to put me in another room while she is training Sammy.

I may, I may not.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This morning...</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 08:55:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>has been very exciting!

Maxwell and I snuggled Mother until she almost died from dog-hair inhilat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ has been very exciting!

Maxwell and I snuggled Mother until she almost died from dog-hair inhilation. Then, she leashed us up and headed out for a walkie in the SNOW!!! The bestest part was when Mother fell on her bum-holey-o! Woo-hoo! No worries, she fell on her butt, so no damage done.  Then, I played with a Wee One.  Due to all the snow, lots and lots of Wee Ones were outside building snowmen. Noticing beauty even at a young age, lots of them asked to pet me (and Max...). Normally I don't care for Wee Ones, but the snow and the walkie all conspired to turn me into a lovable pup. What can I say - your fearless leader had a moment of weakness. 

After the walk, Mother dried us off with a warm towel and fed us our breakfast. 

THEN - Maxwell and I went on a barkfest!! Apparently some Medium-Wee-Ones (whom Mother finds to be absolutely annoying...) needed more snow for their snowman and traipsed through our front yard to get some. 

Oh no they dinnit!! Maxwell and I barked our heads off at them for a good 5 minutes. 
PAWESOME!!!

The day is shaping up to be quite nice!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nice try</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 16:31:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We ran out of squeeky-fetch-toys the other day. Mother and The Man made an emergency stop at Pet-Co  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We ran out of squeeky-fetch-toys the other day. Mother and The Man made an emergency stop at Pet-Co to pick one up. Mother was shocked (shocked, I tell you!!) at the pi$$ poor quality of the toy. To the untrained eye - the toy <i>looked</i> the same, but upon closer inspection, it became painfully clear that the toy was merely a cheap facsimile meant to placate us pups until the store could stock the original (i.e. nice) ones. 

Needing a squeeky-fetch-toy, the peeps purchased one of the imposter toys to hold us over. Mother and I used this "toy" to play a game of fetch the other day. It should come as no surprise to anypup that the cheap (actually it cost the same as the real toy.. WTF?) toy lasted only 1 night. 

As Mother, Maxwell and I were driving home from Crappy Town last night, Mother stopped by another Pet-Co, hoping to snag a few real squeeky-fetch-toys. She scanned the aisles... nothing. Not even the cheap/flimsy imposter toy. PANIC!  So, Mother grabbed a toy that was the same general shape as our favorite toy, knowing it probably wouldn't pass our inspection.

This morning, Maxwell and I were raring to go! Mother grabbed the new toy and tossed it. Maxwell took off after it - I was too smart to be fooled. I could tell by the way it sailed through the air that it was NOT the appropriate toy. Maxwell was fooled a few more times, but eventually even he caught onto what was going on. Soon enough, Mother was throwing the toy and neither of us pups were fetching it. 

She gave up and asked The Man to check to store by his house for any new shipments of the toy. 

This has the potential to be bad, very, very bad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BORED!!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 07:23:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Bored, bored, bored.

That's me.

I have been staring at Mother, pawing at her incessantly. PLAY ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bored, bored, bored.

That's me.

I have been staring at Mother, pawing at her incessantly. PLAY WITH ME!!! Occasionally she obliges and will play fetch or rub my belly, but inevitably the "fun" stops.

It has been suggested that I work on my application to Terriorist Camp. But, apparently you need letters of recommendation. I don't know of any terriorists, personally. 

Mother and I went to Crappy Town last night, so that was nice. It was even more exciting when Maxwell said he wanted to come home with us. So now I have some company. 

Hopefully Maxwell and I can combine our strengths and convince Mother to play more fetch with us.

Over and out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Izzard has landed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/653597</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 20:47:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Seriously!
Mother has been moping around for the past week. She spent most of her days in her p.j.' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Seriously!
Mother has been moping around for the past week. She spent most of her days in her p.j.'s (the ones with sewn in bunny feet, no less), totally ignorning me and my needs!!

I told her, "Look, I realize you have a personal life, but if you want to work for me, I need you to give me 110 percent of your attention in order for this relationship to work. Understand?"

Her silence was deafening. 

Anywhoodle, a few updates:
I received the most FABOOO birthday card from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/563772">Biscotte</a> (innit she purty!!) and Tippy and the cat-sibling Crouton - from Canada! It was in French - I feel very sophisticated now. I made Mother display it on our mantle.

My leg is still gimpy. Mother keeps telling me that I just need to "be still" for a day or so and it will be fine. She is threatening to put me on bed rest if I can't contain myself. But, hey, you can't stop the Izmeister from movin' and shakin'!  Although, Mother does make a good point about actually allowing my leg to heal... hmmm.

Maxwell is staying with me ALL WEEK! This isn't really all that exciting. He tends to hog the bed and stare at himself in the mirror all day (things *I* should be doing), so really, he's kinda stealing my thunder.

I have found that I love eating apples. But as Mother found out today, I do not care to eat an apple that you present to me as a treat. No. I prefer to eat the apple that YOU have cut up in order for you to eat. There is a difference pals, trust me. 

That's all for now! Thanks for all the well-wishes cuties!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/652296</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:15:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So far, today is shaping up to be a pretty sweet day for yours truly!

Mother put a little dab of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So far, today is shaping up to be a pretty sweet day for yours truly!

Mother put a little dab of cream cheese in my kibble -woo-hoo!

I also happened to see a small package of ground turkey in the fridge - that can't be for her, so it must mean turkey burgers for me!!! 

At some point Mother has said she may take me for my birthday walk, thus allowing me to prance around the neighborhood. Sadly, I have a bit of a tweaked passenger-side front leg. When we were playing fetch on Friday, I zigged when I should have zagged, so I have been laying low, letting it heal. Mother said it looks better, so maybe a walkie later today!!

And the most exciting thing is all of the wonderful pressies from you pups!! While I cherish ALL of them, my most favorite is from my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sweet Sam</a>. He sent me roses from The Bridge!!!

Anywhoodle - off to incessantly paw at Mother!

Tooodles!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't forget!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/652089</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 08:32:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow is my birthday!!

If you haven't yet sent my gifts, you can probably still overnight them ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is my birthday!!

If you haven't yet sent my gifts, you can probably still overnight them from UPS or FedEx. 

I'll be waiting :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Training camp!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 07:12:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The other night over dinner, Mother mentioned to The Man that my birthday is coming up (next Monday, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The other night over dinner, Mother mentioned to The Man that my birthday is coming up (next Monday, for those of you keeping track...). The Man asked Mother what I would want.
"World Domination", was her reply.
"Maybe we could send her to an Al-Queda training camp - teach her how to be a terrorist..."

"You know, she'd probably like that", Mother replied.

I was listening in and immediately started jumping for joy! 
"Oh boy, oh boy! I'm going to learn how to be a terrierist! Hey Mother, do you think they let you rent AK-47s or should I bring my own???"

"Bella," she said as she put her fork down, "he said <i>terrorist</i>, not <i>terrierist</i>. There is a huge difference. Terrorists are bad, bad people. Terrierists... well, let's just say there is a difference and leave it at that."

"So what are you saying? I can't go to Yemen and learn the ways of my people?" I was being rather indignant at this point.

"Izzy! First of all, listen to the difference - 'terrorist'...'terrierist'. Different!!! Second of all, Yemen does not have 'Your People', in fact, I'm pretty sure Jewish doggies are frowned upon in that country. Terrorists in general do not care for Jewish doggies.  So, sorry, but we are going to ix-nay the training camp idea."

So now I'm left to wonder how I will ever learn to fire my AK-47...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 09:15:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother took Sammy and me for a walk to a near-by groomer the other day. I needed a nail trim and Sam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother took Sammy and me for a walk to a near-by groomer the other day. I needed a nail trim and Samster needed his "you know whats" emptied. As we were walking through the parking lot of said groomers store, a nice lady aproacheth  us and asked if she could pet us. 

Mother (of course) said yes.

It was at this point that Nice Lady commented on my (spectacular) beauty. 
She ohh'd and ahh'd over me. Telling me again, and again how pretty I am.

She also told Sam he was handsome - who cares, right?

Finally I received the recognition I deserve!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fun Game!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/649513</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 09:34:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sunny Lee made a great game up regarding how your peeps know you are you... read about the specifics ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunny Lee made a great game up regarding how your peeps know you are you... read about the specifics <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/649485">here</a>.

So, without further ado, here are 10 ways my Mother knows I am me:
1. Much like Sunny Lee, I always have something in my mouth when I am happy! Usually it is an old Cuz (no feet or ears).

2. I will paw at you incestantly if I feel you should be petting me. If you are sitting on the couch or at the computer desk and at least one of my paws is not scratching you - the dog is an imposter!

3. My tail is always in a curl - unless I am pi$$ed, then it is stick straight.

4. I shed. A lot. If the dog sitting next to Mother is not shedding simply by "being" - again, imposter!

5.  I am an instigator. Usually, if you follow the trail of trouble - it starts with me. 

6. The most obvious way to tell I am me.... I lift my leg to pee. If another dog posing as my simply squats, Mother knows I have been switched.

7. When playing fetch, I go after the grounders. I am not much for jumping into the air to catch the high ones, but if it skirts across the ground - I am on it!!

8.  I snore when I am sleeping soundly. I am not sure if this is specific to just me or not - so this may not be the best way to determine if an imposter has infiltrated the system.

9.  I refuse to eat green leafy vegetables. Won't. Do. It.

10. I AM GORGEOUS!!!

If any of the above issues are not noticable - a terrible, terrible switch has been made!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Walking supplies</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 08:25:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Normally, on our walkies, Mother brings along a poopy bag. That's it.  That is what constitutes her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Normally, on our walkies, Mother brings along a poopy bag. That's it.  That is what constitutes her "walking supplies".  I have a problem with this.

As you all know, Sammy has developed a knack for peeing on me while we are out and about. Mother likes to point out that it is not so much that he is peeing on me, as that I am walking into his line of pee.

Whatever. Either way you look at it, I end up with Sammy's tee-tee on me.

Normally he gets me on my side. I can deal with this. As soon as we get home, Mother grabs a wet wipe and cleans off the yellow filth. 

This morning, however, the little twerp got me square in the face. Yup. Bullseye! Right in the middle of my forehead. 

In the words of my favorite (gone, but not forgotten) t.v. detective Monk, I yelled, "Wipe! Wipe! Wipe!" Indicating to Mother to wipe the yellow poison off my (beautiful) face before it dripped into my mouth.

"Sorry Bell, I don't have a wipe. We'll have to wait until we get home to clean you up."

Indignant at her lack of planning, I yelled at her, "It seems like you need to plan a little better in terms of necessary supplies for the walks!"

She replied, "It seems to me, that you need to stop walking into Sammy's stream of pee." She then mumbled something about stepping <i>back</i> when he lifts his leg instead of walking <i>towards</i> him.

I wasn't really listening at this point. 

I am currently accepting applications for my Official Walker.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More please!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 12:44:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Butter.

Have you ever had it?

Yum-o!

Mother was bringing a stick of the golden yumminess wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Butter.

Have you ever had it?

Yum-o!

Mother was bringing a stick of the golden yumminess with her to The Man's house. She left us unattended in the car while she ran into the store for a few yummies. All it took was 5 minutes alone in the car and I had managed to dig the stick out of the bag and tear into it. 

Five minutes after I was left alone, I had polished off half a stick. 

The remaining half a stick was presented to The Man.

See? I can share!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>But...but... what about me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/648137</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 11:53:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Friday was a day full of excitement! Mother had people come over in order to trim the tree in the ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Friday was a day full of excitement! Mother had people come over in order to trim the tree in the backyard. Also, since our garage door completely pooped out (broken parts laying about generally means it's broken, right?) we had garage-door fixing people there too!

Well, the tree people stayed outside. There was  no reason for them to be inside the house - so they completely lost out on ohh-ing and ahh-ing over me. 

The garage door fixing people (2 people, actually) had to come and go through the house, due to the fact that the garage door wouldn't open and they needed parts and pieces and tools at various times. 

At one point, the Primary Garage Door Fixer  Guy (PGDFG) commented on <i>Sammy</i> and how cute he is. 

I. Was. Appalled.

I mean, look at me!!!  I tried to shove my way in front of Sammy to better show off my beauty to PGDFG. 

Apparently he was completely blinded by my beauty, cause he said nothing regarding me.

Nothing.

I'm sure if the tree trimming people were allowed in the house (and also if they, you know, spoke English) THEY would have gladly ohh'd and ahh'd over me and my immense beauty.

Sheesh! Some people!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I gots skillz</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:26:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I forgot to mention my latest &quot;Viva La Revolucion!&quot; act...
Last week, at the vet:
I walked in the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to mention my latest "Viva La Revolucion!" act...
Last week, at the vet:
I walked in the door of the vet's office, looked around and lifted my leg. 
Yes.

I pee'd on a holiday-type display, leg lifted!

Mother was mortified (score!). A tech-type person came out to clean up my message. She commented that, "the boy dogs sure do like to mark that, don't you?" as she pet me.

Mother then pointed out that I was not, in fact, a boy. The tech-type person seemed a bit surprised at my dexterity. Mother told her that when I am peeing for the sake of emptying my bladder, I squat. But, when I am peeing to spread the message of revolution, I lift my leg. Apparently, she said, I had something important to say. 

I <i>always</i> have something important to say.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This and That</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 08:55:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It may come as no surprise to you, pups, that the majority of my dictation occurs on Mother's comput ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It may come as no surprise to you, pups, that the majority of my dictation occurs on Mother's computer at work. For some reason, the dogster page has been loading veeeeerrrrryyy slowly on her work computer. Seriously, like, 5 minutes per page download. 

Just dogster. 
The people of walmart page loads just fine, as does crazy e-mails from people - so clearly her IT department is not worried about questionable content.

Anywag, now that Mother is home for a few days, I have insisted that she update my blog.

First - I had to go to the vet yesterday. Sammy had to go to re-check his ears, and Mother wanted them to look at my ears too, as I have been wont to shake my head at random moments during the day. If Mother had simply <i>asked</i> I could have told her that my head shaking was not a sign of an ear infection, but merely my views on the current managements rules regarding treat dispersment. 
But, after a $35 ear swab and cytology and a $45 vet "exam", they confirmed that I am, indeed, just an attention hound.  Whatev.

Second - I (we) have received soooooo many holiday cards from all of our wonderful pals!!! Here is just a smattering of what I (we) have received thus far (no links to the pups respective pages will be provided, as the secretary is lazy):
Biscotte, Tippy and their family sent us a card in FRENCH!! Tres chic!

Winston, Hartie, and Abby (along w/ Duffy the freak kitty) sent us a waaay cool picture of the 3 of them (no freak kitty) with Holiday Hats photoshopped onto their heads. Brilliant!!!

Zaidie sent us a card (from Canada too!) with a snowstorm glued inside! An adorable pic of the Z-meister wearing his Christmas hat was included.

Jarvis (aka The Red Menace) sent us a card with his dashing photo on the front. Very festive!

Nelly's card shows her sitting very politely with an eyeshadow-mascara-wearing santa :)

Wyoming and family sent us a beautiful card, with gold and silver writing on the front.

The card that made us laugh out loud was the one from Coco Rose and Puff. It has a pug gettin' all kinds of friendly with Santa's leg on the cover, and the message, "Santa, you gotta <i>love</i> him!" They also sent a great picture of the two of them basking in the sun.

Pennie's card included all the furless children too! She's smiling her beautiful smile - love it!

Louie and Brady's card shows the two of them wearing Christmas hats. Both of them looking quite adorable. Yes. BOTH of them.  :)

We just loved Chippy's card!! Tinsel AND a hat! 

Maya and her family sent us a card with glitter on the front! Beautiful!

We received 2 cards from Ernie George and Izzy!! Apparently their Momma had 4 styles made! I can understand that, Mother had 3 styles made of us.

Pepper and Rusty looked sooooo adorable in their antlers!

Roxy, Maxwell and Kodi sent us not only a great Snoopy card, but a photo of them with their mom, AND a beautiful magnet. Seriously, if you haven't checked out www.quantun-dog.com yet, you are weird. 

Magnuson included a great picture of him standing next to Santa, eating out of his hand! Mom took this picture to work (along with the others, to show how handsomely large he is)

and, of course...
Bodhi sent us a great picture of him smiling, wearing his holiday hat. Mother got all leaky-eyed when she saw that. :)

I'll keep you posted if/when we receive more - the mail man should be here soon!

p.s In case you were wondering... Mother has only received 4 cards, and that's only if you count the card from her insurance agency.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Revenge!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/642859</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 12:04:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother received the CD from Sunny Lee's mom. It has a bunch of Christmassy songs on it. It starts wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother received the CD from Sunny Lee's mom. It has a bunch of Christmassy songs on it. It starts with The Chipmunk song, and ends with I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas.

Crap.

Trust me when I say, pups, it's not pretty in the Casa de Izzy. Mother is "singing" her heart out. I am not happy about this!

But, I figured out how to exact my revenge.  In the package, in addition to the CD and the yummy treats for us pups, Sunny Lee wrote us a short note.  The note was written on the back of Sunny Lee's mom's business card! Ha ha ha!!

Now I have all the info I need! I plan on (secretly) recording Mother as she is "singing" and then hacking into Sunny Lee's Mom's work e-mail so that everytime she opens an e-mail: BOOM!! Mother "singing"!!
I also plan on changing the ring tone of her work phone to Mother's "singing" as well!

I can't be stopped! I have learned that Mother won't stop her "singing" anytime soon, so now I am forced to strike the source.

Sorry Deb, but you're goin' down sistah!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>MINE!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/642046</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 10:07:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother bought a stuffed dradle for me. She thinks I don't know about it, but she left it right on th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother bought a stuffed dradle for me. She thinks I don't know about it, but she left it right on the counter. Hanukkah started Friday night, so I assumed that was when the goodies would start rolling in.

Nope.

The stuffed dradle stayed on the counter.

Then, a package from Bodhi's mum arrived the same day!! Mother opened it, ohhh'd and ahhh'd over all of her yummies and then pulled out the toys for us. 

Yes. I said "toys for <i>us</i>. Bodhi's mum made  us some toys!! One is a tug toy and the other is a stuffie with a face sewn on it!! She remembered how I like to destroy things with faces, so she sewed a face on MY stuffie!! 

Just as I thought Mother was going to hand over OUR toys to us, she promptly walked over to our stockings and tucked the toys in them.

WHAT?!?

No stuffed dradle, no home-made toys?!? What is going on? Those are MINE!! 

Gimme gimmie gimmie gimmie!!

Mother told me she wanted to save the presents for when Maxwell and The Man were with us and we could all celebrate.

I looked at her, shook my paw in her face and said, "Look here woman... my people wandered in the desert for 40 years! We have suffered enough! No gimmie my toys!!!"

She replied by giving me a kiss on my head and going to bed.

It's hard to argue with that kind of logic.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just a heads up...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/641328</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 12:58:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/641328</guid>
		<description>The holiday cards are being sent out this week. I wanted all of you to know that my transcriptionist ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The holiday cards are being sent out this week. I wanted all of you to know that my transcriptionist has the hand-writing of a serial killer. 

Don't be alarmed - this in no way is a reflection of my (or Sammy or Maxwell's) holiday tidings to all of my pup pals!

So, be on the look-out for a card from Texas with really, really sloppy hand-writing!!

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/640725</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Dec 2009 14:19:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/640725</guid>
		<description>Why are so few pups friends with her?!?

Have you seen her?!?

And hows about her brother!!!
Wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Why are so few pups friends with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954415">her</a>?!?

Have you seen her?!?

And hows about her <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1024047">brother</a>!!!
Wowza!!

Makes ya think, huh...?

Remember, much like Santy Paws, I too know who has been naughty or nice, pup pal-ed or not.

Just sayin'.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oy vey.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/640072</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Dec 2009 14:00:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/640072</guid>
		<description>Mother has been extra nice to us lately... she has been keeping her &quot;singing&quot; in the car to a minimu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has been extra nice to us lately... she has been keeping her "singing" in the car to a minimum.  I had been enjoying the sweet sounds of silence.

Then, the holiday music started...

There are only 2 songs that Mother really enjoys singing along to:

<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.christmas-lyrics.org/i-want-a-hippopotamus-for-christmas-lyrics.html">This one</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.christmas-cafe.com/lyrics-alvin-and-the-chipmunk-christmas-song">That one</a>.

When either of those songs come on the radio - LOOK OUT!!

Run for the hills!!!

The line, "teacher says a hippo is a vegetarian", is apparently the best part of the first song, as Mother always cracks up at this line.

I, for one, cannot wait for this seasonal music to end. My ears can't take it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gettin' all up in my Zen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/639330</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Dec 2009 13:06:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/639330</guid>
		<description>It was approaching night-night time last night. Mother was sitting on the floor, giving me my night- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was approaching night-night time last night. Mother was sitting on the floor, giving me my night-time snuggles. Her latest "thing" is to use her 2 pointer fingers and run them  lightly down the top of my head to my snout (against the fur growth), repeatedly.

Heaven. Instant heaven. My eyes close and I start to (almost) snore. 

Have your peeps try it. You'll thank me. 

Anywag, I was enjoying my zen moment when all of the sudden, Sammy came barging into my personal space trying to interupt my zen!!  He started pawing, nudging, irritating me. 

Grrrr.

I lunged at him and let him know that his behavior was NOT ACCEPTABLE and I was TRYING TO RELAX!!!!

Mother made a comment about me being "bi-polar" or something like that. 

I didn't care, I just wanted her to go back to stroking  my head.

Rude.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Christmas (or Hanukkah...) miracle!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/639303</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Dec 2009 10:34:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/639303</guid>
		<description>Read.

Comment.

Discuss.

Celebrate!!!!

Raise your paw if you are surprised by this :) ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1054211/diary/639290">Read</a>.

Comment.

Discuss.

Celebrate!!!!

Raise your paw if you are surprised by this :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Izzard needs her sleeps!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/639109</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 15:00:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy crap!

I don't know about you pups, but I have had a bizzy, bizzy past couple of days!! 
Gra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy crap!

I don't know about you pups, but I have had a bizzy, bizzy past couple of days!! 
Grammy arrived Tuesday  night! Now, regardless of what Mother may have said about Grammy... I lurve her! Just lurve, lurve, lurve her! She is soft and smushy - perfect for snuggling! Many-a-time over the long holiday weekend I would jump on the couch next to Grammy and snuggle in close. She is oh-so-soft.  Also, she doesn't (remember to) shut her bedroom door all the way, so it was pretty easy to sneak into her room and jump on her bed. She allowed this until Sammy and his 70 pounds of dogness tried to join us. 

I also had the Turkey Trot on Thursday! We had to park about a mile away from the start line, walked the 3.1 miles of the race, then walked 1 mile back to the car.

PHEW! Mother said I earned my turkey that day - om nom nom! Grammy and I were walking buddies, I kept her going for the entire race, making sure she stayed on track.

After the race, the peeps ate their feast and then The Man gave us our meal!!!  We were given turkey AND potatoes!!

Friday we went to the dog park! We took a walk around the neighborhood! We watched as Mother and Grammy worked in the front garden! We ate more turkey!

Saturday, Grammy left :( 
but then... Mother took all of us up to Crappy Town!! The Man was on call this weekend, so this meant some serious squirrel patrol and, of course, SUNDAY MORNING PANCAKES!!! The boys were rather ambivalent about the pancakes, but I planted my tush smack dab in front of the stove whilst The Man made the pancakes. I was rewarded for my vigilence by being served the first doggie pancake. 
Blueberries were added to the batter this time. 

Again, om nom nom.

Yesterday, after we left Crappy Town and got home, Sammy and I slept the rest of the day and throughout the night.

I was one tired Iz.


But it was well worth it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just here for the show!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/637579</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:01:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The boys had to visit the dogter on Saturday. Mother and The Man loaded the guys into the car, I hop ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The boys had to visit the dogter on Saturday. Mother and The Man loaded the guys into the car, I hopped in too. I was not going to miss a chance to score a free treatsie!

So, all 3 of us pups headed to the dogter. After we checked in, Maxwell was taken "to the back" to have his titers drawn and his anal glands emptied. Apparently, according to the vet tech they were "very, very, very full (*shudder*)".  Mother gave The Man a scornful look. She has been telling him for <i>weeks</i> that Maxi needed some help in that area.  The Man hung his head, knowingly.

After that, Sammy went back for anal glands. Just FYI, they were full, but "not as full as Maxwell's".

THEN, all of us were escorted to the exam room. I took this all in stride. I walked into the room, copped a squat by the chair and waited for the treatsies.

Dr. Frye came in, I looked at her and said, "No need to look, just here for the show. Just here for the show." I waved her away.

The boys were poked and prodded (ear infections all around). 

Finally, the exam was over and the treatsies were handed out.  I came out from behind the chair and happily accepted my treatsie for being a good watcher. 

I walked out into the waiting room and waved to the staff. 

"Just here for the show!!"  I waved as I walked out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Able to provide references</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/637120</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 19:52:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/637120</guid>
		<description>We are in the planning phase of our Holiday Card of 2009. The plan is to have all of us (Mom, The Ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are in the planning phase of our Holiday Card of 2009. The plan is to have all of us (Mom, The Man, and all us pups) pose nicely in front of the camera, as Grammy snaps a nice picture. 

What will actually become of this scenario is anypups guess. In other words, don't be surprised if you receive a card from us that show Mom blinking, The Man pawing Sammy off of him, Maxwelll lifting his leg to pee, and me... sitting pretty for the camera, of course!

Right now, the list of pups whose address I have is as follows:
 Louie and Brady Armatis

The Blaner Pack

Ernie George and the othfur Izzy

Echo

Nubby Puppy

Jarvis Davis

Abby Dawson 

Roxy, Kodi and Maxwell (check out www.quantun-dog.com!!!)

Sunny Lee

Magnuson

Quiggles and furambly

Winston and Hartie

Ella (but I have the "old" address) not the one from their new digs that her Daddy is fixin' up...

Rajah and Nali

Nelly (and her secretary)

Dexter Nova Brightstar (NOT Dexter and Ms Lucy Stinkypants...)

Please feel free to paw mail me your address if you would like for us to send you a holiday card. If you are hesitant to provided us w/ your address, we can provide references...
Also, nopup should feel obligated to send us a card if we were not on your original list.  We'd be tickled to hear from all of our pups, but understand not all have the time to send out cards.
We love you all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Listen and listen good!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/636881</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:57:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mother has been real poopy about her job recently. This does not concern me.  I tended to simply smi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has been real poopy about her job recently. This does not concern me.  I tended to simply smile and nod when she would moan about her boss lady.

Whatever. When are we going to talk about me?!?

Well last night, Mother came home and told me about a rather snarky e-mail she sent her boss. Not <i>rude</i>, just more passive-aggressive-I-don't-respect-you-but-you-are-too-stupid-to-realize-that. 

It was at this point I sat her down and had a good talk with the crazy lady.

I looked her straight in the face and told her it was all fine and good to goof off at work from time to time. And I have no problem with her devil-may-care attitude when her boss lady is not around (and considering her boss lady is in Pittsburgh and Mother is in Dallas... she's never really around). But I do take issue when there is direct contact with boss lady that could affect my Kibble Supply.

Yes! All of Mothers Passive Aggressive B.S. could get her fired, and THEN I WOULD HAVE TO RATION MY KIBBLE (much like the Eggo Waffles)!
If she lost her job not only would my kibble supply be in danger, but my treatsies would also be limited. And also, Mother would be spending ALL DAY at home with me.  I cannot stand for that. Izzy needs quiet time. Izzy needs time to formulate her plans. Izzy can't do this with Mother around.

So, I took her hand in my paw, squeezed just enough to let her know I meant business, and told her to shape up on the job front. Suck it up and don't mess with my potential kibble, treatsie and free time. 

She muttered a quiet "Yes Ma'am" and walked away with her head hung.

Hopefully she got the point and will learn to keep her mouth shut.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Again with the orders!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/634863</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 10:34:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/634863</guid>
		<description>Look.

Pup pal request.

Look.

Friend him.

Now. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1050904">Look</a>.

Pup pal request.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1050904">Look</a>.

Friend him.

Now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Going for it.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/632778</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Nov 2009 10:40:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/632778</guid>
		<description>It seems that, once again, I managed to disgust Mother last night. You see, Mother found this websit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems that, once again, I managed to disgust Mother last night. You see, Mother found <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.elementbars.com/index.asp">this</a> website and just about pee'd her pants at the thought of designing her own bars. She likes to eat a bar for her dinner, rather than chow down on a bowl of kibble like normal people. Since she has such a frou-frou GI system, however, she needs to be careful about ingredients. So, she assembled her own bar, named it (Abby's Yum Yum Bar) and anxiously awaited their arrival.

They arrived yetsterday.  Not wanting to eat an entire bar at the time, she broke off half of it to taste (yum!) and wrapped up the other half for later. I kindly asked her to give the other half to me.

She said no.  Apparently, the bars are a bit more expensive than normal protein bars (expected, due to the prep work involved) and she doesn't feel sharing the bars with Yours Truly would be wise.

Offended?
Yes.

I was determined to get me some of the bar.  

A short while later, Mom was petting me, telling me how pretty I am - you know, the usual- she leaned in to smooch my forehead and I went for it... she still had crumbies in her mouth!! I tried to lick the leftovers off her teeth.

Before I had completed my objective, Mother had pulled back in horror and yelled "yuck Isabella!!"

What a sissy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Again, baby!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/632609</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Nov 2009 14:07:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/632609</guid>
		<description>My pal Brownie Maeve tagged me! I have already (at some point, I'm sure), answered the original ques ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1009912">Brownie Maeve</a> tagged me! I have already (at some point, I'm sure), answered the original questions, so I will list 7 NEW facts about me!!!

1. I shed like it's my job. There are always floofs of my fur floating around the house, like tumble weed.

2. I almost always pee by lifting my leg. 

3. If I'm really, really tired I will snore.

4. If I don't paw at Mother, I fear she may never pet me.

5.  Based on the construction of my curly tail, my poop chute is almost always exposed.

6. I can sing like a diva when a siren is blaring.

7. I really do love my Mother, she just needs to understand her place, really.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Greetings from Barcelona!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/631316</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:37:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/631316</guid>
		<description>Mother just sent us a quick message that said she and The Man just arrived in Barcelona for the last ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother just sent us a quick message that said she and The Man just arrived in Barcelona for the last part of their vacation. 

I did not have time to tell her about all the trouble we have been getting into... I just led her to believe that we have been perfectly behaved angles...

I do not think she believed me... but considering how far away she is, what can she do, right?

Will fill you all in on our troubles soon, mi amores!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Go already!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/629910</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 10:21:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/629910</guid>
		<description>Mother continues her packing. Occasionally I supervise. She tried to put the final touches on her pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother continues her packing. Occasionally I supervise. She tried to put the final touches on her packing last night, only to realize she may need her toothbrush between now and Friday.

Idiot.

She has been giving us extra snuggles lately. She really worries way too much about us when she leaves. She fails to realize that, unlike her, I am tough and self-sufficient - as long as I have a minion to feed and pet me occasionally. 

So, I will be away from dogster for about a week - Mother won't show me how to turn on the computer.

Until I return, make sure you all are sending healing thoughts to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> and his boo-boo, and also to his foster-sis <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1054211">Peaches</a>.

And one more thing... make sure you send ppr's to the following pups:

1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1055431">Roxy</a> the Roxstar!  She is the fursis of Handsome Howie!!

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1055447">Daytona</a>  - he is Coffee's new brother - originally from Florida... the snow in Colorado is a bit new to him.

That is all!

Catch ya on the flip side!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Halftime show!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/629110</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 11:16:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mother came home from work a bit early on Friday. Apparently she has some vacation time burning a ho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother came home from work a bit early on Friday. Apparently she has some vacation time burning a hole in her pocket and decided to cut out a few hours early. And also, her touchy tummy was bothering her again. 

Anywag, once she arrived home, I told her that spending the evening on the couch was no way to spend a Friday evening!! Get up woman!! Walk me!!

So, she did (of course). She leashed up me and Sam-bone and we headed out on a great adventure.  

We live 2 blocks from our High School football stadium. Now, I don't know if you are aware of this or not, but here in Texas, football is HUGE!!!

The Hoosiers have their basketball, but we have FOOTBALL!! It was a home game for our State Champs, so we moseyed down to the stadium.  Once there, we wandered around the outside of the stadium fence. I wanted to actually go <i>into</i> the stadium, but Mother wouldn't allow it. Sammy was a bit scared of all the noises and new things, but I was LOVING IT!! 

As we wandered around, people began to notice me. 
"Ohhhh look at the pretty dog!"

"Wow! She sure is cute!"

"Ohhh, he's cute too!" That was directed towards Sam...

Yes, you may pet me. No, you may not look directly at me. 

Love me! Bow to me! Lavish me with gifts (or hot dog, I'm not picky). By this point, it was half-time (we were winning, 31 to ZERO, by the way). I was waiting for Mother to let go of my leash so I could dash onto the field and perform the half-time show.

No dice.

Eventually we walked home.  My public misses me, I'm sure. 

I wish we could go to more football games!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, looky that!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/628287</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 14:32:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mother received her annual notice that it was time to re-new our Dogster Plus subscription. 

Befo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother received her annual notice that it was time to re-new our Dogster Plus subscription. 

Before she could even blink her eyes, I had grabbed her wallet and handed it to her.

She seemed a bit startled that I was able to find her wallet so quickly (editor's note: must review credit card statement more closely from now on), but didn't really hesitate to log onto paypal to renew.

Info was entered. Confirmation received.  But, strangely enough... on the confirmation page it showed that the balance due/paid was $0.00.

Long story short - it appears as if a generous pup(s) gifted us a subscription to Dogster Plus!!! We also seem to be rather flush with Zealies now too!

So, to whomever spread the love - thank you!!

We will pay it forward :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love and hugs and all that crap.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/627763</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 10:08:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother arrived home from work last night. 

Our night time ritual commenced. Sammy was let out of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother arrived home from work last night. 

Our night time ritual commenced. Sammy was let out of the crate. Neck scritches all around. A few body blows for Mother, yada, yada, yada.

After Sammy and I were fed, Mother prepped herself for bed and settled onto the couch. 

Suddenly, I wanted attention from Mother.

"Mumzie Dear, could you pet me please?"

She happily obliged (of course).

"Mumzie Dear, can I please have some hugs?"
Again, she complied and allowed me onto the couch.

Mother commented that I was being more loving and affectionate than usual. 

I ignored her comment and continued with my hugs. 

I <i>may</i> have been overdoing it, as my ruse was discovered shortly thereafter.

You see, as Mother was resting on the couch, she nibbled on a night time nosh, thus leaving crumbies tucked into the folds of her fluffy robe.

I was not, as she realized, being affectionate and loving. I was simply after the crumbies.

Next thing I knew, I was pushed off the couch, with nary a kiss on the head.

Rude.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stupid Toyota</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/627579</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:26:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday, I heard it...

SQUEEK!!!

I was laying on my bed when I heard it. My head popped up. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday, I heard it...

SQUEEK!!!

I was laying on my bed when I heard it. My head popped up.

I heard it again...

SQUEEK!!!

Sammy and Maxwell heard it too!

We looked around for the squeeky!

Where was it coming from?!?

SQUEEK! SQUEEK! SQUEEK!

By this point I was standing at attention.

Sammy had found the source of the squeek... someone in the television was playing with a squeeky!!

I ran to the television, standing next to Sammy.

Let me in! Let me in!

SQUEEK!

Mother was no help. She sat on the couch laughing.

Suddenly... no more squeeking.

<i>Apparently</i> Toyota has a new commercial depicting a couple tooling around town in their Toyota, trying to lure their wandering dog back to the car by squeeking a few toys.

I'm too cool to be embarrased, but came pretty darn close. 

Stoopid commercial.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In case you didn't know by now...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/626145</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Oct 2009 17:08:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am IT!

Ginger tagged me. 

Now I must share 7 random facts about moi

1. I have never been  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am IT!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1009917">Ginger</a> tagged me. 

Now I must share 7 random facts about <i>moi</i>

1. I have never been interested in eating doggie poo... but I have been known to make a mad dash towards a pile so I can roll in it. 

2. Out of all 3 of us pups, I am the only one who knows the "gimme a kiss" command. Just so you know, this doesn't make me any less of a hard a$$.

3. I love, love, love to lay outside in the sun - regardless of the temperature. More than once, Mother has had to call me inside on account of me panting excessively due to the heat.  LOVE THE SUN!!

4.  We have rats in our attic. The Man said instead of rat poison, he should just carry me up to the attic and set me loose. I'd have that attic cleared in under 5 minutes.

5. I should have spent more time reflecting on my life during Rosh Hashanah last weekend.  Bad Jewish Princess!!

6. I snore.

7. No, Grammy has NOT apologized to me. She will be joining us for Turkey Day - I will plan my revenge.

Thanks for asking me to play Ginger! This was fun :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You can't be serious!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/625844</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Oct 2009 12:37:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother relayed some distressing news to me on Saturday.

She was talking with Grammy (ugh). Grammy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother relayed some distressing news to me on Saturday.

She was talking with Grammy (ugh). Grammy has apparently adopted another dog... yes, I said another. 

After she rid herself of Bodhi, and Cousin Angel went back to live with Uncle Eric, she decided to adopt a dog of her own.

Enter Renny.
Renny is named after Supreme Court Justice Renhquist ('cept Renny is a girl).  Yeah. Grammy is a dork, just like my mom. 

Renny is a bit of a loaner. She can do without toys and romps. Really she's just here for the belly rubs. Grammy, however, thought maybe a playmate would be good for her. So, last weekend, Ripley came home with Grammy. 

Ironically enough, it appears as if Ripley is also a bit of a loaner. Neither of Grammy's dogs are big on toys are playing. Oh well, Grammy did good by rescuing 2 dogs - both of whom are a bit older...

Which brings me to the distressing news.  Grammy was telling Mother that she was worried that maybe Ripley doesn't want to play because he is "old".

Ripley is 7...

Mother pointed out that 7 isn't that old, and I am only 6 and have the energy of a puppy!

That was when it happened. Grammy said, "Izzy is only 6?? I thought she was older than that!"

What the woof?!?

Grammy, apparently, thought I looked older than my acutal age!!

Oh!
Has she not seen my Ninja Reflexes ?

Or, how about my Killer Instinct and ability to chase down a squirrel - all before you get outta bed, by the way!

Or, maybe  my Win-At-All-Costs attitude towards fetch!!

Hmmm. Apparently not. 

I suppose it could actually be my sage wisdom. Maybe she just hears the pearls of wisdom I dish out from time to time and assumed that nopup can be as wise as I and still be young.

Yeah. 

Maybe that's it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Can't argue with that</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/624379</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 18:52:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/624379</guid>
		<description>Mother was talking on the phone with a friend the other day. A few minutes into the conversation, sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was talking on the phone with a friend the other day. A few minutes into the conversation, she looked over at me and noticed I was staring at her.

Just. Staring.

Mother told her friend, "You know, Izzy is certainly pretty, but I'm still convinced she has the capacity to kill."

It's true. 

I'm the whole package.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How is this even possible?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/623374</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 16:00:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/623374</guid>
		<description>Up is down.

Left is right.

Right is wrong.

My world is completely in shambles.

Why? You  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Up is down.

Left is right.

Right is wrong.

My world is completely in shambles.

Why? You ask...

Because, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/879678">Cupid</a> only has 27 pup pals!!

Mind blowing.

So, send this cute pup a pup pal request.

If you don't, I will start calling you out by name, so the rest of us can shame you.

I will do it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Offended?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/622593</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 11:33:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/622593</guid>
		<description>Should I be offended that Mother told her co-workers that she looks forward to coming to work on Mon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Should I be offended that Mother told her co-workers that she looks forward to coming to work on Monday's because... 

she needs the human interaction.  She told her boss that if it wasn't for her co-workers she's afraid she would start barking.

Rood!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A deal</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621614</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 08:57:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621614</guid>
		<description>Sunny Lee was faboo and sent us some new toys and a bag of treatsies!

The toys are tennis balls t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunny Lee was faboo and sent us some new toys and a bag of treatsies!

The toys are tennis balls that... (wait for it) SQUEAK!

I ran off with one in my mouth squeaking away. It was de-lit-ful!

At one point I realized I hadn't had an opportunity to swallow my spit, 'cause my mouth had been open for, like, 5 minutes. I sat motionless for a minute or so, trying to figure out what to do... eventually I realized I would have to drop the ball in order to keep from drooling to death.

Fortunately, Sammy was busy with his own toy, so he didn't pounce on mine.

Anywhoodle... Sunny Lee's mom sent us a new CD with rockin' tunes! Mother immediately started singing along to the music.
After a few minutes of this torture, I sat mother down on the couch, took her hand in my paw and said, "I'll make a deal with you. If you promise to only listen to the CD in the car, on your way to work, then... I'll let you live."

I held my paw out to shake in agreement. Mother was smart enough to agree to this.

So, any of you pups out there who happen to travel highway 75 between Allen and Richardson Texas, don't be alarmed by any squealing or high pitched noises you hear. It's just Mother singing along to the music.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Macabre</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621408</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:01:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621408</guid>
		<description>Mother says this is the word that best describes me today.

She provided me (and Sammy) with some  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother says this is the word that best describes me today.

She provided me (and Sammy) with some Loofa dogs to entertain us - for a few seconds. 

Well, I immediately ripped the head off of mine and walked around the house (prancing almost) with the severed head hanging out of my mouth. The head contained a squeaky, so I squeaked the head as I walked around.

Apparently the combination of a severed head, prancing, and random squeaks coming from the Loofa dogs head, was enough to earn me this description.

Whatev. I'm not arguing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Any pup want some Cocoa?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621325</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 19:06:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/621325</guid>
		<description>If so, then check her out!!

She lives with a boy dog (Rudie!) and some cats.

Check her and her ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If so, then check <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1024006">her</a> out!!

She lives with a boy dog (Rudie!) and some cats.

Check her and her brother out!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A promise is a promise lady!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/620396</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 13:17:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Last night, Mother promised me and Sammy a long walk today. It has been eons since we have been allo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night, Mother promised me and Sammy a long walk today. It has been <i>eons</i> since we have been allowed to sniff our way through the 'hood. Mother realized this, so the promise was made.

This morning I woke her up bright and early.

"Walkies! Walkies! Walkies!" I shouted as I stood on her bladder.

Didn't work.

I returned a few minutes later with some toys. I started dropping them on her head, shouting "Walkies! Walkies! Walkies!"

Worked.

Lazy bones rolled out of bed (no worries, the bed is pretty low to the ground) and got dressed for our walk.

We were leashed up, poop bags were secured.

The door was opened... it was raining.

Not a downpour like we experienced last night, but more than a gentle mist.

I could see the thoughts flying through Mother's head.  Before she could make any kind of executive decision regarding the walk, I tugged her out the door.

"Uh-uh, Sistah! A promise is a promise! Let's go!"

So, she pulled her hood over her head, and off we went. 

By the time we returned home, we were all thoroughly soaked. Mother commented to me that its weird I don't mind being soaked in the rain, but as yet refuse to jump into the pool.

I ignored her as I rubbed my fur against the couch trying to dry myself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time is running out!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/618732</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Sep 2009 10:58:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Mother has informed me that it is almost time for The Pool Devil to start hibernating. I have but on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has informed me that it is almost time for The Pool Devil to start hibernating. I have but one weekend left to gather up all my courage and JUMP INTO THE POOL!!

I know my odds of defeating the Pool Devil (again!) will be greatly increased if I am actually in the water... but man, it looks scary in there.

Yesterday, I tried to channel <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747">Echo</a> and jump off the ledge into the water.

Echo likes to swim, apparently, so I kept mumbling "Be like Echo, be like Echo" as I stood on the edge.

My back legs trembled... but nothing.

I'm hoping the weather will cooperate this coming weekend so I can make one last try to jump into the pool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bah humbug.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/618266</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Sep 2009 10:11:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/618266</guid>
		<description>So, today is Mother's birthday.

I asked her if she was going to celebrate by enjoying a Greenie. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, today is Mother's birthday.

I asked her if she was going to celebrate by enjoying a Greenie.

She said no.

So I asked her if *I* could celebrate by enjoying a Greenie.

She said no.

Old people are mean.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>VICTORY!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/618077</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 14:31:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/618077</guid>
		<description>Pups and puppetts... I have killed the pool devil!!

I'll give you all a chance to whoop-it-up bef ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups and puppetts... I have killed the pool devil!!

I'll give you all a chance to whoop-it-up before I continue with, as my pal Paul Harvey would call, The Rest of the Story...

.........................................................................................................

...unfortunately, Pool Devils can, apparently, regenerate (or Tony The Pool Guy can repair them).

The past few times I have attempted to slay the devil, I had managed to render it gimpy. The tail had a hole in it. The wheels didn't turn as well.

Sometimes it would see me coming and simply tip over onto its side, spinning in circles.

I was quite pleased with myself.

Yesterday, however, as I planned on rendering the Final Blow, I noticed the devil possesed a new found energy.

As it was pointed out to me, the tail was replaced, the thingamajig was changed and a doo-hickey was tightened.

The Pool Devil is now similar to Robo-Cop - the soul is still the same, its just a bit more souped up.

Darn it!

I plan on returning on Wednesday to take another swipe at the New Pool Devil.

Still, I declare this a victory!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She'd rather sing than eat...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/616486</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 14:57:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>but most people would rather hear her eat.

That was a quote I heard Saturday on NPR's Wait, Wait, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ but most people would rather hear her eat.

That was a quote I heard Saturday on NPR's <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.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=35">Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me</a>.

This totally applies to Mother!! She will "sing" to anything. Fortunately Mother will be the first to admit that her singing is certainly worthy of air quotes. In short, she stinks at this. Sadly, this never stops her from belting out the show-tunes. 

Yesterday, we were piled into The Coop, on our way to The Man's house. Mother decided this would be a faboo time to sing a show tune or two. 

She loaded <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.josephthemusical.com/">this</a> CD into the player and went to town. She was half-way through Donny Osmond's rendition of Any Dream Will Do when I decided I COULD NOT take it anymore!!

I did what any pup with the ability to hear (and even those who can't) would do...

As Mother turned her head to check for traffic (mouth wide open) I gave her an Izzy Kissy to end all Izzy Kissys. Again, her mouth was wide open.

She spent the rest of the car ride, wiping her mouth and cursing me.

Problem solved.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oops, my bad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/615322</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:58:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/615322</guid>
		<description>My secretary got lazy and entered the wrong link for Quigley.

Now you should be able to pup pal h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My secretary got lazy and entered the wrong link for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770">Quigley</a>.

Now you should be able to pup pal him. Once you do, you can start calling him Quiggles - but you hafta be friends with him first!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why are you not pup pals??? Part IV</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/615082</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:20:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Greetings faithful followers!

The following is the latest list of pups I have deemed to be of the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Greetings faithful followers!

The following is the latest list of pups I have deemed to be of the highest quality, and therefore, politely insist you send them a PPR (keep in mind, the list is not inclusive, and I may, for a lack of time, leave off one or two pups):

1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1016630">This</a> is Eve. She is the foster sis of Nikki and Bean. She also is a foster sister to Chloe. You should friend all of them if you haven't done so already, or just friend the ones you haven't yet.  I hear another foster has joined, so pay attention to her page for updates.

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1022693#diary">Brady</a> is new to Dogster, but he was also the Diary Pick of the Day (yes, THE diary pick), so you may or may not be familiar with his work.

3.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1005513">Jester</a> is also new to dogster - so new in fact, that even I - your fearless leader, have not yet had a chance to friend him! Let's get him!!

and finally, 
4. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/dogs/934770">Quigley</a>!

That is all for now. 

I will add more as I find them.

Go in peace.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yin Yang</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/614733</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 14:51:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am torn pups!

The lab side of me desperately wants to jump into the pool, but the terriorista s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am torn pups!

The lab side of me desperately wants to jump into the pool, but the terriorista side of me does not!

Each time I stand on the edge of the pool, my back legs are twitching in anticipation of the jump. My legs are bent, I am ready to pounce!

Sadly, the terriorista part of me controls my brain and keeps me from making that fateful jump.

Mother can't understand my hesitation. By the time our pool time is over, I am completely soaked. I have taken to dunking my head under the water in my attempt to catch the Pool Devil. I stand on the steps, soaking my belly.

But, I just can't seem to completely submerge myself into the vastness of the pool.

Oh, how I fight with myself! Oh I am a tortured soul!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My ritual</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/614037</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 17:59:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Each night, when Mother comes home from work we all have a ritual. It goes a little sumin like this: ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Each night, when Mother comes home from work we all have a ritual. It goes a little sumin like this:
Mother walks in, greets me with a smile (cuz I'm soooo pretty!!) and then lets Sammy out of his crate. Sammy runs around like an idiot, trying to decide if he should run outside to pee, or stay inside and run some more.

It is usually at this point Mother asks us if we are ready for dinner. I scarf mine down and then stare at Sammy, hoping he'll drop a few morsels on the floor - we all know it's fair game if it's on the floor, no?

After dinner, Mother heads to the bathroom to prepare for bed. This, pup pals, if my favorite part of the night! You see, Sammy lives in fear of being thrown in the shower, so any time Mother walks into the Master Bathroom, the little idiot runs outside and waits by the doggie door until he is sure she isn't after him. 

Well this is the perfect opportunity for me to recharge my Izzy Batteries! Mother sits on the steps to the tub and scritches and scratches me. Sammy is still outside, so he isn't there to bother me. This is the only time I can get uninterupted Izzy Time.  Mother pets and loves on me for about 5 minutes. 

LOVE IT!

Eventually Sammy realizes he will not be thrown in the shower, so he makes his way to the bathroom and sticks his big ol head in the way of my scritches.

Alas, Izzy Time is over.
Fortunately I know it will come again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do I not frighten?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/613118</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:44:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Construction people showed up today to finish the job.  I was not pleased for 2 reasons:

1. My ac ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Construction people showed up today to finish the job.  I was not pleased for 2 reasons:

1. My access to the backyard will be restricted until TOMORROW night. <i>Apparently</i> some people don't think having my paw prints immortalized in cement for all of eternity is always a good thing. 

2. Strange peeps in my personal space always peeves me out.

So, when they showed up, I barked and barked and barked and barked and barked.

Then I growled and growled and growled and growled.

If I knew how, I would have hissed at them as well.

My attempts to frighten them was to no avail. They barely blinked at my ferociousness!

I know!

Mother had the nerve to lower the blinds, thus eliminating my view of the strangers. I suppose this is a good thing. Eventually they would have succumbed to my fear tactics and left, without finishing the job. 

Oh, so true.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No Fear!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/612787</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 08:56:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, I did it.

I swam. In the pool. Twice.

I would like to say that I gleefully dove int ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, I did it.

I swam. In the pool. Twice.

I would like to say that I gleefully dove into the water and frolicked happily.

Sadly, it didn't go down like this. In my attempts to catch The Pool Devil, I lost my footing and tumbled into the pool. Twice.

Fortunately, I took it in stride and swam to safety. Both times when I fell in, Mother just yelled, "Put your feet down Bell!!" Apparently I was on a "ledge" and could just hop out. 

I decided to embrace my situation and grow from it. Instead of hopping right out, I swam to the steps. Sure, I stayed close to the edge of the pool, never once venturing to the middle. Bit still... personal growth.

Weather permitting, I will be trying this again on Wednesday.

Awesome.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm still here!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/611551</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Aug 2009 09:45:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Concrete Posse did not take me home on account of my lovliness.

I'm sure they would have been ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Concrete Posse did not take me home on account of my lovliness.

I'm sure they would have been tempted had they actually SHOWED UP!!

Yes!  I was locked inside my own home for no good reason! They never came!

I may have developed a bladder infection (probably not, but still) for nuthin'!

And now, since they <i>may</i> show up today to do the job, I am locked up again.

Sigh.

Mother promises to call the Concrete Posse and get this figured out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Um. 'Scuse me.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/611362</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Aug 2009 15:41:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have to pee.

Mother has blocked off the doggie door on account of Cement Guy and his posse show ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to pee.

Mother has blocked off the doggie door on account of Cement Guy and his posse showing up today. 

While I think I can be charming/vicious - depending on the situation, Mother doesn't want to risk:

1. The workers falling in love with me and taking me home

0r

2. Me biting the workers in the 'nads for invading my space

or

3. Me running out the gate when it is left open as the posse works.

Actually #1 is more  my fear than Mother's - it could totally happen, no?

So,  here I sit, inside. Keeping my legs crossed, hoping Mother comes home soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unprepared</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/611024</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 10:55:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As usual, Mother was unprepared for my greatness this weekend.

I'm always telling her to have her ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As usual, Mother was unprepared for my greatness this weekend.

I'm always telling her to have her camera ready. When The Iz is in your presence, be prepared for greatness at ANY MOMENT. 

Well, she didn't.  So now, thanks to her lack of skill/thoughtfulness, the entire world will miss out on pictures of Yours Truly <i>standing on the top step of the pool</i> - willingly, I might add.

That's right Pup Pals!! Just yesterday, as the Pool Devil approacheth, I gathered all my strength and hopped onto the top step of the pool. I felt this was necessary in order to capture the beast.

It didn't work, but still....

I WAS IN TH POOL!!

Now, Maxwell will probably gloat that he made it all the way down to the second step... but poo on him. This is about my greatness.

So, you'll just have to picture the greatness in your head. 

Trust me, it was awesome.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wake-up call version 2.0</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/610227</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 12:02:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The sun was up!

I was awake!

It was time to play with The Iz.

Wake-up call activated...

 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The sun was up!

I was awake!

It was time to play with The Iz.

Wake-up call activated...

"Wake-up Mother! Wake-up! Wake-up! Wake-up!"

"I can't, Izzy." Mother muttered in her morning-breath laced breath.

Oh no! Is she sick? Am I going to have to waste my day taking care of Mother instead of World Domination?  Why can't she get out of bed? 

Unacceptable!

"Why? Why can't you get up-up-up?!?"

Because you and Sammy are laying on me, completely smooshing me. I can't even move my arms until you guys GET OFF OF ME!!"

Oh.

Problem solved.

We hopped off the bed, thus allowing Miss Sensitive to move her limbs. 

Geesh!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No worries! I am here!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/609946</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 09:58:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had very loud thunderstorms this morning!

The thunder and lightening woke me up. I instantly b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had very loud thunderstorms this morning!

The thunder and lightening woke me up. I instantly became worried for Mother's well-being. I jumped up on the bed in order to comfort her.

"It's okay Mother. I'm here to help you." I snuggled in real close.
"Wake up!! I'm here to comfort you and make you feel safe." I nudged her with my nose.

There was another clap of thunder. "WAKE UP!! You need me to comfort you!!" I flopped down on the pillow next to her head.

Eventually Mother let me snuggle in real close to her and steady my breathing with hers. I let her pet me in order to calm her nerves.

I'm still waiting for my thank-you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/609787</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 18:41:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Some good news!!!
My cutie patootie pal Butch is going HOME!!!

He was adopted yesterday!! His ne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some good news!!!
My cutie patootie pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/999099">Butch</a> is going HOME!!!

He was adopted yesterday!! His new furever family is taking him HOME on Saturday!!!

YEAH!!!

Phew. One down, millions of adoptable dogs left...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tell me what you see?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/609031</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 10:42:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother was all whiney-boo-hoo on Friday. Her left eyeball was causing her trouble.

Truth be told, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was all whiney-boo-hoo on Friday. Her left eyeball was causing her trouble.

Truth be told, both her eyeballs have been nothing but trouble for her, essentially her whole life.

At the ripe old age of 15, Mother was declared legally blind - without any corrective eyewear. Fortunately, corrective eyewear was never more than a nose-length away.  Coke-bottle glasses were replaced with contact lenses shortly thereafter. The fear of a mid-night fire kept Mother awake for years. How will she find her way out of a burning house if she cannot even see her feet??

Once dogs were introduced to her life, Mother learned to relax, knowing we would guide her to safety, in case of a fire. 

Laser eye surgery was tried, on one eye only. That was a bust. Contacts are still required, regardless of the $4000 spent to alleviate this hassle. So now, Mother has one eye that is essentially useless without a contact lens, and another eye that is slightly more useful than the other, but still not "street legal".

Glasses were disposed of years ago, as the disparity between the frontal vision and peripheral was enough to induce migraines.

Whatever, I say.  I couldn't be any less interested in the state of her eyeballs, as I'm sure you feel the same way.

Where I come into play was Friday night, during the boo-hoo session.
Whether it be allergies, or just her eyeball jerkin' her chain again, the left eyeball was all scratchy and irritated. The contact had been removed during various moments throughout the day. Inserted when a headache approacheth.

When she came home from work, she laid on the couch with myself and Sammy. We were enjoying a late-night t.v. fest when all of the sudden Mother hollered,  "I can't take it anymore!!" and ripped her contact out of her left eye (they are disposable and nearing the end of their 2-week span). She placed the contact on the arm of the couch while we continued with the t.v. watching.

I was intrigued. I sniffed it. I nudged it.  I ate it.

Down the hatch!

Now I wonder, will my poop stare back at me??

I'll keep you posted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another edict from your leader!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/608142</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Jul 2009 18:59:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My beautiful pup pal Austin and her equally as beautiful furamily are pretty cool...

PLUS, Austin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My beautiful pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/866281">Austin</a> and her equally as beautiful furamily are pretty cool...

PLUS, Austin also feels the need to KILL THE SQUEAKY!!

Her sister Tina looks a bit like me too - lucky pup :)

Be friends with them.

Now.

Do it. 

That is all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is shaping up to be...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/607181</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 14:04:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>the worst week ever.

Rain has a way of ruining all my plans.

There was a threat of rain this m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ the worst week ever.

Rain has a way of ruining all my plans.

There was a threat of rain this morning - so no trip to the dog park.  Rain is forcasted for the rest of the week - of and on. 

That means no dog park ("too muddy" for Miss Prissy - aka Mother), and no slaying of the Pool Devil. <i>Someone</i> is afraid of thunder and lightening. Apparently this does not mix well with water. 

Whatever. 

So now I sit inside. Staring at the great outdoors and dreaming of what could have been.

Stoopid rain.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sexy, no?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/606527</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 09:35:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we started off the day by romping at the dog park. It did not take long for me to start fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we started off the day by romping at the dog park. It did not take long for me to start foaming at the mouth. I mean that it the most literal sense - not a "Cujo-mean-rabid" sense.  Literally, foam was forming at the corners of my mouth from running and romping so much.

Mother keeps making a mental note to bring a towel with us to the park, but... well, she's an idiot. Never remembers.

After the dog park, we immediately drove to The Man's house so we could play "Kill the Pool Devil".  Sadly, when we arrived we saw that Tony the Pool Guy was there. Tony the Pool Guy had just started the pool cleaning process, so I was tortured and NOT ALLOWED OUTSIDE!!! Mother used this time to check her e-mail. I used this time to run frantically from the back room where I could monitor Tony's progress to the bedroom where I could inform Mother of the progress. 

I was all but screaming, "Let me outside woman!!!"

Eventually Tony the Pool Guy packed up his stuff and we were allowed to hunt the Pool Devil.

After an hour of this, Mother decided to pack us up and head for home. Well, after a morning of romping, running and chasing, I was a bit short of breath. 

Once we were in the Coop, Mother noticed I was panting so hard that I was actually <i>snorting</i>. Yes. Snorting. I think real women snort when they breathe. Mother, apparently disagrees as she kept laughing at me.

Whatever. 

As you were.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Projection</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/605042</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 12:27:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is home.

She flew to New Orleans to see her family.

Uncle Eric's girlfriend Jenna was t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is home.

She flew to New Orleans to see her <i>family</i>.

Uncle Eric's girlfriend Jenna was there as well. Jenna served as the normal in a sea of crazy, so Mother was at least grateful to see her. 

Mother was kinda cranky when she got home. Long, hot days spent trying not to burst into rants of rage will do that to you, I suppose.

She was quite happy to see us pups though! The happiness didn't last.

You see, The Man stopped by a few times to play with us. While he was there, he tried to watch some t.v. He has never been able to figure out Mother's t.v. When it is turned on it immediately goes to the recorded shows. If you want to watch live television, all you need to do is press the button that says "exit to t.v.".

Apparently Mother has covered this with him. Repeatedly.  He forgot. In his haste to watch the US Open, he became frustrated and started pressing all sorts of buttons on the clicker. Then he started messing with the actual t.v. settings.

So, when Mother turned the t.v. on and "exited to t.v.", everything now has a green-ish hue to it.  

Grrr.

I did my best to cheer her up. A few Izzy Kissys and she was smiling again. But then... she had the nerve to project her anger at ME! Apparently, I <i>may</i> have put on a pound or two in the past few weeks. Mother felt the need to mention this. 

Hurtful. And, let me point out that I would not have gained the weight, if a certain someone would have been home more often to WALK ME!

Someone needs to go back to therapy and work on her anger issues.
There is only so much an Iz can do.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Okay, I get it.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/604270</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 09:31:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I get that Uncle Eric is a superb-o soldier. I get that he risked his life a few times in Iraq in or ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I get that Uncle Eric is a superb-o soldier. I get that he risked his life a few times in Iraq in order to defend my rights to pee in the neighbors lawn. I totally understand that he should receive a medal or Milk Bone or something like that for all of his bravery and skill...

But what I don't get it WHY his awards ceremony has to be THIS weekend?!?

Mother <i>just</i> got back from her trip to Michigan and now she's leaving again!

Yeah, she'll only be gone 1 night, but still!  An Iz needs her support staff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/604075</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jul 2009 14:46:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Rocky needs some good vibes sent his way! He's not feelin' so hot right now. 

Poor guy has to go  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/597661">Rocky</a> needs some good vibes sent his way! He's not feelin' so hot right now. 

Poor guy has to go to the vet tomorrow to get a once over.

Keep your paws crossed that he's okay!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She's home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/603968</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jul 2009 08:29:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother came home yesterday afternoon! She wasn't due for arrival until late last night, but she grew ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother came home yesterday afternoon! She wasn't due for arrival until late last night, but she grew tired of Michigan and kindly suggested she and The Man try to catch an earlier flight.

She brought me back nothing.

Nothing.

They went trout fishing.

No trout for me.

Boo!

Apparently Mother was, at one point, fairly close to Wyandotte, home of Louie!  She considered walking into all of the insurance agencies there and yelling, "I'm looking for Louie's Mom. Louie's Mom... Anyone?"  But thought that might be too creepy.

Either way. She's home. Even though she brought back absolutely NOTHING for me, I'm still pretty happy she's back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oy vey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/602075</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Jul 2009 10:28:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Yesterday was a dog park morning.

Yippie!

Or, at least, it should have been &quot;yippie!&quot;.

Samm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was a dog park morning.

Yippie!

Or, at least, it should have been "yippie!".

Sammy pee'd on me again.

On our way into the park, we stopped so Mother could remove our leashes. As we were being unleashed, Sammy found something that needed to be pee'd on. I moseyed over to check it out for myself. Next thing I knew... tinkle, tinkle on my head! And my shoulders! And my back!

Mother did NOT pull me back, out of harms way, like she usually does. She <i>claims</i> that she didn't do this because I wasn't wearing my leash, so she had nothing to tug on. 

I think she is just mean.

But, while I was still covered in pee, I still managed to wow everypup at the dog park. Mother laughed as people came up to pet me and tell me how beautiful I am. 

She didn't bother to tell them that the wetness they felt was dog pee. Like I said, she's mean.

When we got home, Mother deduced that a wipedown with a baby wipe wasn't gonna cut it... I was thrown into the bath!!

Scrubbed from stem to stern. She did use the nice conditioner on me though.

But still, what a way to run a perfectly good romp at the park.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's a gift, really.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/601427</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:07:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/601427</guid>
		<description>Embarassing Mother, that is.

This morning she took us on our usual morning walkie. Sam and I are  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Embarassing Mother, that is.

This morning she took us on our usual morning walkie. Sam and I are doing very well with staying beside her and not marking everything we see. Typically, once we reach the "home stretch" (the last corner before our house), she loosens the leashes and lets us wander. This is when we do our business, pee wise.  I have learned not to stand near Sammy during this time, as he has become pretty darn quick at lifting his leg to pee.  Stand too close and you run the risk of getting whizzed on!

Once we had reached our front yard, I decided it was time to poo.  Mother didn't bring any bags with her, so she tried to discouraged me from doing so.  Well, all that resulted from this was a dingleberry to end all dingleberries.  I couldn't possibly go inside now? So, Mother proceeded to tell me to finish up.

"Finish you poopy Bella." Mother said. By now I really didn't want to. I'd rather have some breakfast and <i>then</i> maybe finish my morning constitution.  Mother wasn't having it. The dingleberry had to be disposed of.

"Come on Bella, finish your poopy..." 

Mother said this about 4 or 5 more times, each time a little louder. Each time more and more neighbors watching.

Eventually she realized what was happening... the neighbors were staring at the crazy lady asking her dog to "finish her poopy". 

Let me tell you, it's very difficult to poo when you are laughing as hard as I was.

I love making Mother look like an idiot - sometimes I really don't have to work that hard at it.

Eventually I decided to finish up. Mother ran inside, grabbed a bag and quickly cleaned up my poo. I doubt she will show her face outside for awhile.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nothin's gonna slow me down!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/601159</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 12:31:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/601159</guid>
		<description>So, it's hot here in Texas.

I'm not complaining - when you live in Texas in the summer, you gotta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, it's hot here in Texas.

I'm not complaining - when you live in Texas in the summer, you gotta know it's gonna be hot. Deal with it.

Yesterday, Mother, Sam, Max and I drove over to The Man's house for some pool time (also, Mother wanted to spend time with The Man, but who cares about that, right?)!

It was mid-afternoon, i.e. H-O-T!!! Mother tried to keep us inside until it cooled down a bit, but I would not be denied!  Eventually, Mother let me out so I could slay the Pool Devil.

I ran and ran and ran!!! A few times I managed to catch the tail in my mouth, but let go. 

Mother became worried about me becoming too hot, so she picked me up and threw me into the pool!

Now, normally I would have held a grudge, but I gotta admit, it felt good.

I didn't linger in the pool, mind you, but once I hopped out, no hard feelings.

Cooling off certainly helped my game. 

2 hours and 1 more pool dip later, Mother called it a day and insisted I come inside.

It was fun while it lasted!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's the hold up buddy?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/600371</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 12:33:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/600371</guid>
		<description>Mother had a revelation yesterday... when she and The Man travel together, the liklihood of us becom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had a revelation yesterday... when she and The Man travel together, the liklihood of us becoming orphans increases. When they travel together, they could BOTH die.

Uhhh, what about me?

Who will take care of me?

Who will tell me how pretty I am?

Who will brush my butt with the Furminator?

Mother realized us pups need Godparents.

Immediate family is out.

So, Mother thought of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley's</a> peeps! They are the NICEST peeps in the whole wide world (nice than my peeps, I think), plus they live pretty close to us, so we wouldn't have to fester too long.

Mother e-mailed and asked if they would mind.

They said SURE!! 

Ahhh, relief.  They also had the foresight to ask what to do if Mother died (dog forbid and all that, blah, blah, blah) but The Man survived.

Well, Mother <i>assumed</i> The Man would raise Sam and me as his own, but thought to ask him just in case.

She texted him 2 hours ago....

Still waiting on a response...

Any time bucko.  Any time.

I'm thinking I may pack my stuff up and move in with Atley anyway.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My adventure!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/600015</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 09:40:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/600015</guid>
		<description>So, I was dropped off at the vet yesterday morning. I was a little bit confused as to what, exactly, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I was dropped off at the vet yesterday morning. I was a little bit confused as to what, exactly, we were doing there? I mean a tooth extraction... grab some pliars and let me get on with my life, ya know?

Sadly, I found out I was gonna be drugged for this "procedure". I was not fooled, dear pups. They were not drugging me to extract a tooth... I was being drugged in order to extract MY SECRETS!!

Yes! I was to be injected with Truth Serum!  I fought them initially, but then gave in to the joys that are narcotics. 

I woke up an hour later, feeling a bit groggy and ouchie. My left leg had been shaved (torture technique?) and my nails had been trimmed. 

Interesting interogation techniques.

I had a minty fresh taste in my mouth. A lingering effect of the Truth Serum, no doubt.

No worries. I curled up in my cage and monitored the enemy. Oh sure, I played the part of Nice Izzy. I wagged my tail when people came near. I <i>may</i> have given a few Izzy Kissys, but this was all to lure them into my trap.

There were other pups in near by cages. Most of them barked their fool heads off all day. I quickly deduced they would never make it as commrades in the Army of Iz. 

Go ahead and bark, you fools! I will take care of everything.

Soon enough, Mother showed up to bail me out. She ohhed and ahhed over me appropriately. I tried to act as normal as possible, but my eyelids were still a bit heavy from the drugs.

The worst part is Mother did not seemed the least bit fazed by my ordeal.

I was drugged and tortured and she did nothing but hand over her credit card to these people!

Hmmm?

Also, on a side note:
As it turns out, my (bionic?) body had apparently absorbed the root of the dead tooth, so I did not need/get a gold tooth. All I gots to show for my street cred is a few stitches. 

No grill for me - but thanks for the ideas pals!

Now, I must rest again. I fear Mother slipped me a mickey in my morning nosh. I am woozy again.

Izzard Out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Izzard has landed!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/599839</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Jun 2009 18:04:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I am home!

The extraction was a success.

No further signs of infection.

The drugs were grea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am home!

The extraction was a success.

No further signs of infection.

The drugs were great.

I am still a bit groggy, but managed to enjoy a light dinner of quinoa and avocado (with a little antibiotic thrown in for good measure).

I'll provide more intel tomorrow, as now I must rest.

Thanks to all of my pals for sending me ideas for bling (Ella!!!) and lovins!

MWAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Speech Impediment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/599486</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 12:56:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Tomorrow is the day of my surgery. Mother has to drop me off at 7:30 in the morning. I am NOT ALLOWE ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is the day of my surgery. Mother has to drop me off at 7:30 in the morning. I am NOT ALLOWED to eat dinner tonight or breakfast tomorrow. 

I <i>would</i> be allowed to eat dinner tonight if Mother arrived home from work at a decent hour... but noooooo, she has to work late.

Gah.

I suggested that instead of a plain, boring white space filler, we ask the vet to give me a gold tooth. I think it would really add to my street cred. Plus, I could use more bling. Mother just stared at me when I told her this. Just stared.  I guess that means no.

My biggest worry is that I will be left with a lisp.  Will I bark with a lisp from now on?

WOOFth!

WOOFth!

WOOFth!

It just doesn't sound nearly as threatening.

Mother has had braces (on the insides of her teeth) for almost 3 years now, she STILL has trouble with some of her sounds - especially if she has been talking for a long time. This just means she needs to learn to zip her trap, doesn't it? Anyway, what if this is me too?

Oh. The horror.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ohhh!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/598340</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 16:43:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/598340</guid>
		<description>Look at this handsome fella!


Remind you of anyone? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Look at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1002196">this</a> handsome fella!


Remind you of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">anyone</a>?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is not a drill! I repeat... NOT a drill!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/598225</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 08:54:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/598225</guid>
		<description>This morning (at 2:57 AM CST) my slumber was disrupted by a sudden &quot;POW POW POW&quot;!!!

I jumped up a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning (at 2:57 AM CST) my slumber was disrupted by a sudden "POW POW POW"!!!

I jumped up and quickly surveyed the situation. Sammy and Mother were alarmed as well, so I knew it was up to me to be the calm one.

Another "POW POW POW!!"

The squirrels!  The squirrels had armed themselves and were attacking us!

I ran outside to do a little recon work.

Meanwhile, Sammy had decided to cower next to Mother. Mother turned on the bedside lamp to try to help.

Get outta bed! It's the squirrels! The damn squirrels!  They are attacking from all angles!

I was patrolling the backyard, looking for the buggars.

Suddenly, the "POW POW POW" stopped. 

Mother called me inside. 

No. I had yet to find the furry little soldiers, I must continue my hunt.

Mother called me inside again. This time I stuck my head through the doggie door.

"What is it?!?" I whispered.

"Bella, it's okay, you can come inside now."

I wasn't too sure, but Mother then explained that it was not, in fact, the squirrels attacking, but a mylar balloon left over from The Man's birthday that was being pummeled by the ceiling fan.

Oh.

The balloon was neutralized and we all went back to bed.

But at least now I know I am ready for their attack!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dilemma</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/597927</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 10:54:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/597927</guid>
		<description>Mother wants to save for a new fence... I want my abcessed tooth pulled.

Who will win?

Well, M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother wants to save for a new fence... I want my abcessed tooth pulled.

Who will win?

Well, ME, of course!

My run-of-the-mill annual exam went off without a hitch, with the exception of Dr. Cissek noticing that I have a very (!!) abcessed tooth on the right passenger side - upper.

Mother looked at the "tooth" and immediately felt like a horrible Mother for not noticing. I did not argue.  She should be turned in for animal neglect. 

The estimate for the tooth removal and subsequent "space filler" was presented to Mother. Any hopes of EVER getting a new fence were quickly dashed. But, Mother loves me and wants me to stay beautiful, so she will forego her dreams of a new fence that doesn't blow in the wind and bend during the rain... 

Dramatic? Perhaps. 

But it's ALL ABOUT ME!
So, next Wednesday, I will be knocked out and my beauty will be returned.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I scream, you scream!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/597230</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 10:50:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/597230</guid>
		<description>My pals Biscotte (who looks very, very much like me!!! Lucky pup.)  AND  Chipper tagged me in the Ic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/563772">Biscotte</a> (who looks very, very much like me!!! Lucky pup.)  AND  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498">Chipper</a> tagged me in the Ice Cream Tag thingy.

I need to tell ya'll what kind of ice cream I am...

Thinking.

Thinking.

Thinking.

I'm gonna go with <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.benjerry.com/flavors/our-flavors/">Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns</a>.

I gots a nice tushie, thanks to plenty of chasing, running and lunges. I also have swirlies of fur (cowlicks, if you will) that can be swirls of cinnamon... I suppose.

So, there you go!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/596932</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:11:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has finally left me alone, as she headed to work this morning.

Thank Dog.

I. Am. Pooped ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has finally left me alone, as she headed to work this morning.

Thank Dog.

I. Am. Pooped.

Saturday morning she loaded Sammy and myself into the Coop to take us to The Man's (weekend) house for a little quality time with The Pool Devil.

Mother swam for 30 minutes.  I went head-to-head with The Pool Devil for 1 hour! Back and forth! Back and forth!  Sammy helped out a little bit too, but our attempts to capture the beast were futile.

Later that day, we again hopped into the Coop for a trip up to Crappy Town. The Man was "on call" this past weekend, thus necessitating a visit by us to Crappy Town in order to entertain him.

As Maxwell can surely attest to... there is no rest for the weary in Crappy Town! It is Squirrel Patrol time! The back yard is huge, thus allowing the little buggars ample space to run amok. 

Sigh. 

We spent the better part of the evening/early morning running in and out, trying to capture the filthy beasts.

Sunday afternoon, we drove back home. 

"Finally" I thought, "I can catch up on my beauty sleep."

No.

Mother decided to take another dip in The Man's pool. So, back we went to go mano y mano (or paw and paw for those not fluent in Espanol) with the Pool Devil.  

1 hour later, Mother packed us up. 

Would you believe I was too tired to even try and jump into the car? Yup.

I simply looked at Mother and demanded she place me (gently) into the car.

She did.

Sammy and I slept soundly last night. In fact, it was Mother who woke us up this morning. 

Mother is a tad bit concerned about my paws. Apparently all my running has caused some of the skin to start peeling (eeeewwww!). But, we're going to the vet on Wednesday, so I told her to stop kvetching about it. The vet will handle it.

Now, if you'll excuse me... I must rest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tell me that did NOT just happen!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/595987</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:53:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/595987</guid>
		<description>We were walking this morning. I was being Nice Izzy, not pulling, allowing Mother to walk ahead of m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We were walking this morning. I was being Nice Izzy, not pulling, allowing Mother to walk ahead of me, blah, blah, blah. You'd think after all of this, Mother would have my back.

Right?

Turns out, no.

Once we are safely back in front of our house, Mother loosens the leashes and lets us do our sniffies.  

Sammy and I were meandering up the sidewalk sniffing here and there. 

Sammy had found something that he found particularly interesting to sniff. That meant I had to sniff it too!

Well, I was unaware of Sammy's new found confidence regarding peeing outside. Before I knew it, Sammy had lifted his back leg so his tinkler was pointed directly at ME! 

He claims he was trying to mark something in the yard... I think it was just a ruse and that he really meant to pee on me!!

Mother laughed at the yellow streak down my neck. She commennted that his pee pee almost matched my fur.

Very funny! Now clean me up woman!

Mother took us inside and wiped me down with a doggie washcloth.

Humiliated.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crash! Boom! Bang!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/595726</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 11:09:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/595726</guid>
		<description>Ohhhh, we had spoooky weather last night!!

All of us were hangin' in the living room, enjoying th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ohhhh, we had spoooky weather last night!!

All of us were hangin' in the living room, enjoying the evening. The Man was wanting to watch The Colbert Report. Up pups wanted to play some fetch.

Mother Nature stepped in and helped out cause. Next thing I knew... The Heavens opened up!! 
Sheets of rain! 
Crashes of thunder!
Lots of lightening!

The lights flickered.
The t.v. shut off.

Ha ha!

No Colbert Report for The Man!

Mother found some candles and lit them so we could play some fetch!

Neener, neener, neener!

Eventually there was a break in the weather, so The Man and Maxwell took off for Crappy Town.

We were still without electricity.

Bored, bored, bored. 

By this time it was too dark, even with the candles, to play fetch.

Mother rounded up all the candles she could find and decided to read a book. 

B-O-R-I-N-G!!!

Sammy and I curled up on our respective beds while Mother inched ever so closely to the candles to read her book. 

Eventually, Mother developed a headache from the candle fumes (all of her candles are "sissy" candles with what can only be described as noxious flowery scents).  All 6 of her candles had different scents - too much!!!

So, she blew out the candles and decided to catch some Zzzz's.

The electricity came back on a few hours later, only to turn off again shortly thereafter.

Each time the electricity would come on, our alarm system would BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

Strange, since the alarm system was never actually activated when we moved into the house.

So, each time the power was restored, the alarm would BEEP, Mother would crawl out of bed and proceed to smack the alarm code box until it stopped, cursing the entire time.

This happened about 5 times.

Mother looks a little haggard this morning. 

Good thing she is at work now, I couldn't stand to look at that face all day - very disturbing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tired Iz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/594899</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Jun 2009 10:38:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am one tucker out pup!

Yesterday I spent OVER AN HOUR slaying the Pool Devil!! Yes! For most of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am one tucker out pup!

Yesterday I spent OVER AN HOUR slaying the Pool Devil!! Yes! For most of the afternoon I was running back and forth and to and fro trying to catch the ellusive Pool Devil.

A few times I managed to scare it away into the deep end, but soon enough, it returned to the shallow end.

It sprayed me a few (million) times. At one point, I was so excited about catching it, I ran into the pool - on the steps. It took a few seconds for me to catch my bearings, but as soon as I did, I hightailed it outta there! 

Mother laughed at me. She told me I was already soaked from head to tail (from the evil spray!), so I might as well stay in the pool. She told me I would have a better chance of catching it if I did that.

I'll have to think about that one...

I fell asleep as soon as we got home, and didn't wake up until this morning.

Mother leashed us up for our daily walkie.  It was all I could do to participate.  Mother actually considered turning around and going home after only 1 block due to my slugishness, but then looked at Sammy and all his energy and decided I would just have to buck up!

So, I soldiered on for the rest of the walk. Mother was quite pleased with me... not once did I have the energy to pull or tug. We even walked past a dead bird... nada.

As Mother was leaving for work, she reached into the pantry and pulled out our morning treat. She called me to her. I stared at her.

She called me to her again. Again, I stayed on my bed and just stared at her. I wanted a treat, but the Izmeister was too pooped to walk the 10 feet necesssary to acquire it. Besides, I knew she would walk it to me.. she is my beyotch afterall.

She did.

Now, I sleep.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smiley List</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/593943</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Jun 2009 18:04:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has a few &quot;standard&quot; pics she always looks at when she needs to smile.

I assumed all of th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has a few "standard" pics she always looks at when she needs to smile.

I <i>assumed</i> all of the pictures were of me... and why wouldn't they be, no?

Well, as it turns out, other doggies have made their way onto Mother's Smiley List.

Feel free to peruse the list and make your own:

1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/61/345061/345061_1172844321.jpg">The Original Three Amigos</a>.

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/61/345061/345061_1181220583.jpg">Beautious</a>.

3. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/61/345061/345061_1242611251.jpg">Beautious Part Two</a>.

4. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/30/877130/877130_1221482786.jpg">The Flirty Look</a>.

5.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/30/877130/877130_1242698609.jpg">So Frickin' Funny!</a>

6.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/63/413363/413363_1174923945.jpg">Party Animal...</a>.

7. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/51/345051/345051_1152801948.jpg">The Angel</a>.

Mother also looks at other dogs pics to make her smile (in addition to Bailey's pic posted above), but she's a dork and can't figure out how to link to them.

Sheesh!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The revolution continues!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/593891</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Jun 2009 14:15:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has started showing the videos of me vs. the Pool Monster to her co-workers.

She is doing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has started showing the videos of me vs. the Pool Monster to her co-workers.

She is doing it because she thinks the videos are funny.

Fine.

Show the world my immense power!

Let them see the terror that will befall them once the revolution is complete!

Bruhahahaha!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Too much?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/591890</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 May 2009 09:56:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother had the day off yesterday. It was &quot;supposed&quot; to be relaxing.

HA!

We had carpet installe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had the day off yesterday. It was "supposed" to be relaxing.

HA!

We had carpet installers show up - shortly thereafter we were all thrown into the back yard and the doggie door was blocked. 

I, myself, was not worried. I had Sammy and Maxwell to do my bidding. They spent the next 2 hours head-butting the door, eventually busting the ENTIRE DOOR down! Aww-yeah! 

Sadly, we were all captured as we made our break for the front door. 

We were promptly thrown into the garage until they finished. 

NEXT, Mother waited for the plumber to come and fix the twa-let. 

Finally, Mother loaded us all into the car so we could accompany her on some errands.  Turns out, the Coop was dead. D-E-A-D.

You can only imagine the vile language spewing forth from her mouth...

Anywhoodle, Mother unhooked the car battery and hauled it to the nearest auto parts store. She returned a short while later with a strange man who, apparently knew a bit about cars. While they dilly-dallied with the Coop. Us pups decided to search for something to do/eat in the garage. 

Ahhh, rat poison! Perfect! 

Mother didn't notice what we had done until Car Guy had the Coop running again, but told her the electrical system would need to be fixed or it would die again. 

So, Mother quickly drove the Coop to a car fixer place. Then, hauled tushie back to us, leashed us all up and walked us to the nearest vet for evaluation.

Walking 3 dogs in the Texas heat is, apparently, not relaxing. 

Sitting in a smelly, creepy vets office trying to prevent us from eating the random cats and ferrets that have free reign of the waiting room is also not "relaxing".  

Eventually the vet (using that term loosely) gave Mother some vitamin K and sent us on our way. 

Mother dropped us off at home and then make the trek back to the car place.

The Coop will need to be in the car hospital for an entire day. Mother has to work today. Gah. 

So, she has the Coop back, with instructions to unhook something from the battery every time she turns the car off, lest it die again. 

Mother is back at work. The Coop will be fixed tomorrow. We are banned from the entry room and dining room, lest we dirty up the new carpet (AS IF!). 

I need a siesta! Too much excitement makes for a tired Iz.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shhhh...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/591502</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 May 2009 18:04:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I have a secret. I need to bark it out loud or else I may burst. I thought my dogster friends co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I have a secret. I need to bark it out loud or else I may burst. I thought my dogster friends could keep my secret on the "QT" right?

So, here it is... I played with Sammy yesterday.

Yup. Me and the boy wrestled for a good 5 minutes. We pounced, jumped, chased and head butted. Tails were waggin! 

I fear Mother may have caught some of this playing. I sensed her head peeking around a corner a time or two.

Mother has never actually <i>seen</i> me play with Sammy. She thought she heard us playing once, a month ago, but dismissed it as an auditory illusion on her part.

Now that I have all this love and playfulness out of my system, you all will be happy to know that I am back to my normal, aloof self.

I snarled at Sam-bone this morning as he tried to swat me.  Maxwell tried to sniff me, I walked away.

It's good to be back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This morning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/590328</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 May 2009 10:06:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me: &quot;Mother wake up! The sun is shining! Wake up!&quot; paw, paw, lick, lick

Mother: &quot;Go away. It's ea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me: "Mother wake up! The sun is shining! Wake up!" paw, paw, lick, lick

Mother: "Go away. It's early."

Me: :It's not early! The sun is up! Get up! Get up! Get up!" paw, paw, lick, lick.

Mother: "Grrrrr."

5 minutes later...

Me:"Now? Do you wanna get out of bed now? How about now? Now?" Paw, paw, lick, lick.

Mother: "Fine! You win! I'm up." She shuffles to the bathroom, takes care of her bizness and then says, "So, Bella, what do you wanna do?"

Me: "I dunno. I'm kinda tired. Wanna take a nap?" I say as I stretch out on the floor. 

She was mad.

I don't care.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yes! Another comrade in the making!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/590141</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 May 2009 15:33:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My husky mix pal Skylar is letting her guard dog skills shine!!

She is going to be a perfect addi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My husky mix pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/905401">Skylar</a> is letting her guard dog skills shine!!

She is going to be a perfect addition to our Army of World Dominators!!

Click over to her page and congratulate her in her guard-dog-bark-success!!!

Woof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's time...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/590111</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 May 2009 13:04:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...time for My Nemesis and I to go head to head again!!

The Man was nice enough to hire some pros ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...time for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/video/345061/my_nemesis_the_blue_monster">My Nemesis</a> and I to go head to head again!!

The Man was nice enough to hire some pros to come clean out his pool so we could all frolick in his backyard/pool area this weekend. He won't be around to join in the festivities, but whatever.

This will be Sammy's first experience with the pool and My Nemesis. I'm curious to see his usefulness in slaying the Pool Devil! Mother insists on calling My Nemesis/Pool Devil the "pool sweeper". I think she greatly misunderestimates the power of the Pool Devil! 

She's lucky to have me. Without my help, the Pool Devil would have probably eaten her already. 

I'm so underappreciated.

So, I must rest up now. Slaying of Pool Devils is never an easy task.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I completely understand where she is coming from...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/589536</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 May 2009 12:52:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Jessica Biel get me, she really gets me.

It's really hard being really, really good looking! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jessica Biel get me, she really gets <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://omg.yahoo.com/blogs/a-line/jessica-biel-being-hot-really-is-a-problem/190?nc">me</a>.

It's really hard being really, really good looking!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh heavens! Oh goodness! Oh my!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/589049</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 May 2009 18:45:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I met him. 

I met Atley and the rest of his faboo family!

The Dog Bowl was soooo much fun!

 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I met him. 

I met <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> and the rest of his faboo family!

The Dog Bowl was soooo much fun!

Mother is going to post some pics soon. 

But lemme just say... F-U-N!

And also, regarding Atley... C-U-T-E!!!

When he is thinking he gets these really cute wrinklies on his forehead... sooo cute!

His Mom brought water and a bowl and we actually shared a bowl of water!

I gotta tell ya, my defenses were dropped. Humans could have easily pried all my World Domination secrets outta me.

Good times!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vicious lies!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/588161</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 May 2009 15:54:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There have been rumors flying around that I, Izzy World Dominatrix, was scared of the thunderstorms  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There have been rumors flying around that I, Izzy World Dominatrix, was scared of the thunderstorms this morning.

Part of this vicious attack of me involved some convoluted story of me actually quivering in the bathroom, waiting for Mother to finish with her shower so she could cuddle with me....

LIES!

ALL LIES!

I am tough.

I am fearless.

I am not afraid of thunder!

No. Not at all...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Persistence</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/588056</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 May 2009 10:13:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since Maxwell went home with The Man last night, Mother said she could FINALLY take Sammy and me for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since Maxwell went home with The Man last night, Mother said she could FINALLY take Sammy and me for a walk this morning. She apparently cannot walk 3 doggies at once.

Yippie!

This morning, after I pestered Mother to get her lazy butt outta bed, she looked out the window and said, "I dunno Bella, it looks like it might start raining..."

I pretended as if I didn't hear her and ran to the front door.  Mother acquiesed to my powers (obviously!) and leashed up Sam and me.

She insisted on using the walking techniques Dog Trainer Person taught her.

Phooey!

No more pulling her where I want to go! 

No more marking every single mailbox!

Instead, I had to stay by her side and walk at her pace.

Gah.

It was still fun, just not as much as it used to be.

Don't get me wrong, I certainly tried to break free from the confines of Mother's side... but she insisted I walk beside her.

Well, fortunately, about halfway through our walk,  rain drops started falling on my head.

At first it was just a few drops. Then... KABOOM!

The storm cometh!  

Mother started running. I started running.  Sammy started running.

All attempts at keeping us by her side were futile.

Save yourself!! 

We all ran home as quickly as possible!

With the exception of being completely soaked, I had a blast!

Maybe I can make it rain everytime we are on a walk???]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's what I'm talkin' about!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/587522</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 May 2009 10:02:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Due to the constant rain and thunderstorms, our daily walkies have been reduced to almost nothing.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Due to the constant rain and thunderstorms, our daily walkies have been reduced to almost nothing. 

We all had a nice romp at the dog park last week, but that - and the "practice walk" with Dog Trainer Person, have been it in terms of outdoor fun.

Mother realizes that I NEED to be entertained. I NEED to flex my terriorista muscles. 

So, she has indulged me (us) and played a lot of fetch with us over the past few days.

Last night, she surprised us and started a game of fetch when she got home from work!  This was totally unexpected!

Lemme tell you pups, this was no ordinary game of fetch. We had to WORK for that squeaker!  Usually the squeaker is simply thrown in a straight line. We all make a mad dash for it and the victor prances around the dining room table with it. Actually, Maxwell is the only one who really prances with the squeaker. 

Well last night, Mother threw the squeaker every which way but straight. 

Whoa! Where is it going to land?

You just don't know...

I had to use my hunt and gather skills in order to beat the boys at this game.

My brain was ON!

Oh, such fun!

Afterwards, Mother <i>invited</i> me onto the couch for some snuggins. When the rest of the fam decided to go to bed, I decided to sleep on the couch.  

A dee-lightful night!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh! Oh! One more thing!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/587390</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 May 2009 19:06:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/587390</guid>
		<description>Dog Trainer Person not only commented on my (exceptional) beauty... but he also mentioned to Mother  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dog Trainer Person not only commented on my (exceptional) beauty... but he also mentioned to Mother that I seem to be the most "well adjusted" and "self confident" dog amongst the 3 of us!

It's true, I just didn't expect him to pick up on that so quickly!

And he also thinks I am part terriorist.

So, I guess I had 2 things to tell you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You're joking, right?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/587286</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 May 2009 13:40:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dog Trainer Guy showed up yesterday. 
I'll give you my overall impression...

pfffttt

He's all ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dog Trainer Guy showed up yesterday. 
I'll give you my overall impression...

<i>pfffttt</i>

He's all about "rules" and "pack order".

He actually tried to show Mother how to be the Pack Leader!

I know!

The whole thing was ridiculous.

Now, thanks to Dog Trainer Guy, I have to walk <i>beside</i> Mother when we walk. I am no longer allowed to mark everything I see. How will I spread my message of revolution?!?

I also now must be "invited" on the furniture. I can no longer jump up willy nilly and demand to be pet. 

The Big Bed? Forget it. We were banashed to the *gulp* floor/dog beds.

Dog Trainer Guy also showed Mother how to keep us from charging out the door when it's open. 

Eh gads.

This entire situation is in need of an overhaul. 

Stat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awesome!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/586248</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 May 2009 18:35:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/586248</guid>
		<description>Skylar only has one week until she takes her puppy obedience test!

Tonight was her last night of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/905401">Skylar</a> only has one week until she takes her puppy obedience test!

Tonight was her last night of official class. She was the best behaved one there!

We have the highest of hopes for her!

Go over and wish her good luck.

NOW!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hackers!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/586215</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 May 2009 16:53:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Apparently the entire computer system at Mother's Place of Employment was compromised.  A trojan som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Apparently the entire computer system at Mother's Place of Employment was compromised.  A trojan something or other was found.  This trojan something or other has been dilly dally-ing for the past 4 months, secretly collecting all sorts of information from all the users.

EEK!

Mother's Place of Employment spans 8 large centers in 8 different states. 

Wowza, that's a lot of info.

So, anywhoodle, the higher ups have informed all the plebians that any websites accessed from a work computer, with in the past 4 months in which a password is required to access, well, those sites <i>may</i> have been hacked into. The other employees are worried about their bank accounts, e-bay, amazon.com, etc.

Not me! I'm worried about those darn hackers hacking into MY dogster page and typing horrific things! 

Who cares about bank balances and credit card theft?!?  Let's focus on the REAL problem here people!

Sure, the company is offering to pay for credit monitoring services for a year... but how will that help <i>me</i>?  Who will protect my interests?

Horrific!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I was there first!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/586181</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 May 2009 14:21:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was a pretty busy day for the Izmeister. 

Errands.

Sunbathing in between rain shower ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was a pretty busy day for the Izmeister. 

Errands.

Sunbathing in between rain showers.

Fetch.

Walkies.

It's enough to make a pup very, very tired.

I didn't want to wait for Mother to declare it was "bed time". I decided to declare my own bed time and hence, made myself comfy on the Big Bed.

A few hours later, Mother decided to ready herself for bed. Normally it is now that Sammy and I claim our spots on the Big Bed. As Mother brushes her teeth, he and I duke it out over who gets what spot.

Well, I was already on the Big Bed (and SLEEPING SOUNDLY by the way!!!). So, Sammy and Maxwell still had some space to claim, but not nearly as much as normal. 

When Mother was ready to crawl into bed, she looked upon the Big Bed and saw 3 dogs all in various positions.  Through  no fault of my own, there was no space for Mother, unless she decided to sleep in a tightly rolled up ball all night. 

She assessed the situation and decided that I would be the easiest to move. I suppose I should be flattered that she realized I am the most svelt, but... no, I am not flattered. I am PI$$ED.

Before I knew it, I was flipped and turned from the foot of the bed to the top. My slumber was disturbed. The boys were only pretending to sleep! I WAS asleep. 

In my disgust, I jumped off the bed in a huff and simply stood by the bed, staring at Mother. 

Just.
Staring.

She tried to coax me onto the empty spot on the bed, but I declined.

I eventually flopped myself onto the floor in a pile of disgust.

If anyone should have been moved, it was Mother!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Code Red! Code Red!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/585646</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 May 2009 19:15:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother stashes the couch cushions in the bedroom when she is at work.  

Who cares, right?

Well ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother stashes the couch cushions in the bedroom when she is at work.  

Who cares, right?

Well, the cushion-less couch has also been nibbled on a bit. Sammy decided to display his anger at Mother's  "rules" by peeling back some of the fabric on the top of the couch (the part that would be underneath the cushion... got it?). This happened months and months ago.

We've since moved on. You should too.

Anywhoodle, I have learned that a cushion-less couch is still pretty handy, you just hafta stay away from the giant hole on the chaisse-section.  It's like a giant abyss (is that redundant?).

Well last night, I was playing with my favorite blue Cuz. I used to be fond only of my orange Cuz. Then my affections shifted to the green Cuz. Now I am in love only with my blue Cuz. I grab my blue Cuz and run in circles when I am happy. When it is time to go for a  walk, I grab my Cuz and run around until I am leashed up. When it is time for chow-time, I grab the Cuz for a few laps around the house.

I think you get the picture, no?

So, when I heard Mother's car pull into the garage last night, I grabbed my blue Cuz and ran around the house. I then made the fatal mistake of jumping on the couch for a few happy jumps. It was here that I lost my focus and my blue Cuz fell out of my mouth and into... the couch abyss!!

Oh. 
My.
Gawd.

Mother came inside and gave Sammy his head scritches and kisses. She moved on to me, only to see that I was acting "frantically " (her word, not mine). I was desperately trying to tell her that my blue Cuz was IN THE COUCH! and that she MUST SAVE IT!

I jumped and paced and barked, all the while pawing near the Couch Abyss.

Fortunately, Little Miss Sunshine caught onto my signals and risked her own life to reach into the Couch Abyss to pull out the blue Cuz.

Phew!

It's okay. You can calm down now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Something bad has happened</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/585178</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 May 2009 12:41:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Something very, very bad has happened.


Poor Mulligan.

Poor Mulligan's family.

Sad day ind ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Something very, very bad has <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/262047">happened</a>.


Poor Mulligan.

Poor Mulligan's family.

Sad day indeed.

RIP sweet, sweet pal.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To-do list</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/584455</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 May 2009 17:41:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, whatcha got goin' on this weekend?

Not much?

Good, then you'll have plenty of time to make ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, whatcha got goin' on this weekend?

Not much?

Good, then you'll have plenty of time to make pup pals with the following AWESOME pups...

1.<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=" http://www.dogster.com/dogs/905401">Skylar</a>. Look at those beautiful eyes!!

2.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/795868">Beanster</a> et al. Cute family!

3. The very handsome <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/983519">Danny</a>.

4. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/751980">Ollie</a> has the innocent look down, wouldn't you agree?

5. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/956136">Caillou</a> looks very gangsta in his hoodie!

6. The prettiest Spanish Water Dog I know, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/785937">Abby</a>.

7. Maxwell's crush... <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/954843">Isis</a>. 

That's all for now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need more stuff!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/583539</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 17:23:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My super pal Sunny Lee just told me that she just got some new bling too!

Her Mom got her not one ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My super pal Sunny Lee just told me that she just got some new bling too!

Her Mom got her not one, but TWO tags! She has a tag for her "upstairs collar" and a tag for her "downstairs collar". Both tags have the title "Princess" engraved as well.

Humph.

So, not only does Sunny get 2 tags, but her tags also indicate her position in society.

Totally. Not. Fair.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My bling</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/583501</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 14:17:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother finally wised up and got all of us pups some new bling. Maxwell and I had some bling awhile a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother finally wised up and got all of us pups some new bling. Maxwell and I had some bling awhile ago, but 1 move and a new phone number later... our tags were worthless.

After stressing endlessly each time one of us (mostly Maxwell and Sammy) went romping through the 'hood, Mother decided it was time to replace our tags.

Off to PetCo! Mother chose the pink shiny heart for me. I tried to convince her to engrave my entire name (Isabella Wizzy K***io) as well as the phrase, "Do not be scared by my exceptional beauty. You will not lose your sight if you gaze upon me. Please know, that if I am alone, my Mother is missing me. She will gladly pay an exhorbatant reward for my safe return. Please call the number on my tag to arrange for a transfer of funds upon my safe return."

Instead she engraved "Izzy" and then her cell phone number.

Be-yotch.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They don't call me Izzy Wizzy for nuthin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/583393</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 09:18:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I pee'd on Sam's head this morning.

Don't even bother asking if I feel badly about it - I don't. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I pee'd on Sam's head this morning.

Don't even bother asking if I feel badly about it - I don't.

We were enjoying our morning stroll. I approached a mailbox, sniffed the previous messages left by other dogs, and then proceeded to spray my own message of revolution.

<i>Unfortunately</i> (not really), it was at this exact time that Sammy decided to also sniff the mailbox. He stuck his head right into my stream of tinkle.

Sammy walked away with a yellow stripe down his snout.

Fun-ny!

Sammy was rather gun shy the rest of the walk.

Love it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I got her. Got her good.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/582345</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 14:21:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I believe I have mentioned in previous posts my feelings regarding Mother hogging the &quot;good&quot; pillow. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I believe I have mentioned in previous posts my feelings regarding Mother hogging the "good" pillow. <i>Her</i> pillow is a memory foam pillow with the awesome pillow case from Bodhi's Mum.

My pillow is just an average feather pillow with an average pillow case. Blah.

I have found that I can sneak my head onto the good pillow after Mother has fallen asleep. Rarely does she rest her head in the middle of the pillow. I have found through careful observation that she prefers to sleep with her head on the edge of the pillow. This leaves, like, 3/4 of the "good" pillow unused! That's primo real estate! So, I simply wait until she falls asleep and then I scootch my head onto the unused part of the good pillow. 

Last night, I decided to have a little fun with Sleeping Beauty. 

I rested my head on the unused portion of the good pillow and then I just stared at her.

Wide eyed stare.

Eventually she felt my whiskers (always sexy on a girl doggie!!) on her face and woke up to see me staring at her. 

Just staring. 

I was holding my breath.

To the untrained eye I looked dead.

Mother screamed and started poking me.

It was classic.  Oh, if only I had thought to film it. I could've made a fortune!

Sammy woke up, thinking Mother was trying to play with us. 

I jumped up and started laughing.

I don't know why she wasn't amused by my joke. Humans have no sense of humor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>**SWOON**</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/582068</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:49:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a pretty tough cookie.

I know how to roll with the punches... heck, most of the time I'm the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a pretty tough cookie.

I know how to roll with the punches... heck, most of the time I'm the one throwin' the punches.

It takes a lot to throw me off my game.

When Izzy is in the room, the toughness quotient triples.

But, my Sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> really knows how to make me swoon. 

He is so dreamy!

When I look at his pictures... oh, my, my, my - defenses down. 

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trickery!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/582028</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 11:47:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I knew yesterday was going to be a bad day... I just had no idea how bad.

The day started off wel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I knew yesterday was going to be a bad day... I just had no idea how bad.

The day started off well enough. Mother asked us if we wanted to go for a walk... Heck yeah!

We headed into the great outdoors. I pee'd, I poo'd, I wagged my tail. It was glorious! Simply glorious! Little did I know, my day was about to take a terrible, tragic turn.

When we were about 2 blocks from home, Mother decided to turn right, instead of heading straight. Heading straight would have taken us back to La Casa de Izzy. 

Ohhhh! The walk was going to be even longer! Woo-hoo! I pranced down the sidewalk, oblivious to our destination.

Suddenly, I smelled something. I smelled doggies. I smelled fear.

I smelled <i>shampoo</i>.

Yes. The bi*ch had tricked us into walking to the groomers!

Mother played nice with the check-in girl and asked if they had room on their schedule for Sammy and me.

They did.

Crap.

Sammy tried his darndest to resist. The big guy flung his body onto the floor and refused to stand.  It was a magnificent sign of protest. We were leashed together, so I was prevented from moving as well. I was so proud of the Whipper Snapper that I almost had a tear in my eye. Almost. 

Eventually, we were scootched to the "back room" thanks to the linoleum floors and lack of traction. 

Gah.

4 hours later Mother picked us up. 

I must admit, I do look pretty snazzy now. I smell even better!

I'd say it was worth it, but I'd be lying.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This doesn't bode well...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/581459</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:59:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow is Mother's day off. 

Normally I would be excited by this. Not today.

Tomorrow, neith ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is Mother's day off. 

Normally I would be excited by this. Not today.

Tomorrow, neither Sammy nor I will be invited to join her on any errands she chooses to run. This is due to:

      1. Sammy insisting on jumping out of the car window onto a busy street. 

and

      2. My need (NEED!) to shed all over the car upholstery. Mother just paid a pretty penny to have the Coop cleaned inside and out. No dogs allowed for the time being. 

So, the dream of driving in the Coop is dashed. 

Also, and perhaps, most tragically... Sprinkler Man is coming tomorrow. Sprinkler Man has been commissioned to determine the cause of the wonderful pools of standing water in the back yard. Even with no rain, we still are fortunate to have mud puddles. I find it divine! Mother... not so much. 

Mother has also informed us that after Sprinkler Man fixes the standing water problem, she plans on placing the rest of the sod - thus covering up any remaining mud.  My hopes of running with wild abandon through the mud will be. 

No more mud puddles. No more mud. 
Woe is me.

Oh, and also, I have it on fairly good authority that Mother plans on giving Sam and me a bath tomorrow as well.

Sucky!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pet me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/581353</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 10:49:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Picture it:
Bedtime, last night.

Mother was laying in bed (on her tum-tum) flipping through a ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Picture it:
Bedtime, last night.

Mother was laying in bed (on her tum-tum) flipping through a magazine. Sammy was trying to decide if he wanted to sleep on the left side of Mother, or the right side of  Mother (does Mother even HAVE a "right side"?).  As Sam was walking back and forth, I was slowly insisting that Mother pay attention to me.

I placed myself firmly by the head of the bed. Sloooowly I started to stretch out. First one paw gently extended, then another.  Soon enough I was able to scootch myself closer to Mother. The fact that I was practically ON TOP of her magazine was of no consequence to me.

Eventually Mother grew tired of me blocking her reading material.

"Move Bella."

"No."

"Move Bella."

"No. Pet me."

"No."

"Pet me!"

"No!"

It was at this point Mother picked me up and flipped me around. 

WHOOSH! Just like that, I was no longer facing Mother. 

Defeated... this time. 

Poo.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sympathy pains</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/581170</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 19:17:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My sweet Atley is back in the hospital.

He's also getting kisses from Nurse Haley... grrrr. Altho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> is back in the hospital.

He's also getting kisses from Nurse Haley... grrrr. Although, I suppose I can get over that, considering the kisses do make him feel better.

I guess.

Out of sympathy for my Sweet Atley, I have decided to feel rather puny myself.  Last night I only participated in a half-hearted way in the game of fetch. That's when Mother first suspected something was up. 

Then, I acted all cuddly last night.

This morning, I poo'd not once, but twice on our walk. Fortunately, Mother had her "poo-sixth-sense" this morning and knew to bring more than one bag.

And, as Mother was preparing for work (hair, make-up, all that non-sense), I, again, stayed close by.

I will continue my sympathy pain act until my Sweet Atley is released from the po-po... or until Mother freaks out and takes ME to the po-po.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Just another service I offer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/579850</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 13:39:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has started taking Sammy and me on walks every morning! It is quite delightful! I poo in a di ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has started taking Sammy and me on walks every morning! It is quite delightful! I poo in a different yard everyday!

Anyway, I have found that I am a necessary part of Mother getting ready for our walk.  As she is sitting on the floor, putting her shoes on, I paw at her repeatedly.

Paw.

Paw.

Paw.

I know Mother. She can be a ditz. I need to constantly remind her what she is doing and why.  If I didn't paw at her (continuously) she would, no doubt, look at her feet - one shoe on, one shoe off - and wonder, "What am I doing?"  or "Why am I putting my shoes on?"

But, with me doing my duty, she is constantly being reminded that she is putting her shoes on in order to take me for a walk.

Rumors/insinuations that my services are not needed, and are, in fact, just slowing her down, are completely unfounded!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What. Just. Happened?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/578890</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 10:15:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well my Easter certainly had its ups and downs.

It started out fine enough. All 3 of us pups were ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well my Easter certainly had its ups and downs.

It started out fine enough. All 3 of us pups were snuggling with Mother in the Big Bed.  Nice.

Mother left us to do her Sunday grocery shopping. Not nice.

Mother came home with bags of stuff - some of which (I knew) was for me (us). Nice.

But then... my world was turned upside down. Mother and The Man left for this place called "Home Depot". Apparently the sod had come in and Mother was on a mission. Over the course of the next 2 hours, the parentals managed to cover the majority of  my delightful mud with sod. Not Nice!

We were locked in the house -the slat in the doggie door was inserted, thus preventing our escape to the backyard to "help" - not nice.

On the third trip to Home Depot, Maxwell and Sammy managed to work in tandem and lift the slat on the doggie door. Not only that, but the peeps left the gate open - we were FREE!!!  Most definetly NICE!

Sadly, I made a rookie mistake and spent my free time lingering in the alley behind our house. As the peeps were making their way home, they saw me frolicking in the alley - the jig was up. I was caught. Not nice.

I was locked up again. The boys were still at large. The peeps placed about 60 pieces of sod in the backyard as I watched on in horror. Not nice.

Fortunately, the garden (which, by the way, Mother has completely given up on, and is now planning on covering with sod) was filled with water due to the recent storms. It was too watery to cover with sod. So, while most of the back yard is now devoid of mud, I still have my "garden" to play in. At least until the water drains and Mother covers it as well.  Pretty nice.

Eventually Mother grew too worried about the boys to just wait for them to come home on their own. She drove around until they found them. Soon enough they all came home.  Once we were all there, Mother presented us with our Easter baskets. I'm more than willing to celebrate Easter if it means I get stuff - Nice. 
I will try to post the pic of our baskets so you can all oh and ahh.

We were all pooped from our adventures, so as soon as The Man and Maxwell left, Sammy and I crashed on the couch. Apparently we wound up sleeping in the most unusual configuration... Pic to come soon.

So, overall, not too bad a day. With the huge exception of my backyard becoming completely ruined with grass!!!

Laters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pup pals, pup pals, rah, rah, rah!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/578120</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 17:26:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Are you pups ready to meet some super-duper pals?

Get ready!

1. Howie is a Buckeye! Yuppers! H ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Are you pups ready to meet some super-duper pals?

Get ready!

1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/968383">Howie</a> is a Buckeye! Yuppers! He's from Ohio, just like Mother is/was! You gotta love the Yankees! They just lost their sweet Sugar, so Howie and the Mom-Mom are a bit sad. Click on over and show Handsome Howie and his Mom some lovins!

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/978776">Syrah</a> and her sister <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/978769">Ali Oop</a> are two very pretty Border Collie and B.C. mix sisters! Ali Oop has it right when she says that she's not crazy, she's a Border Collie!

3. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/879678">Cupid</a> had a traumatic day... click on over and share in her sorrow. 

4.  I've asked before, now I must insist... <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/924823">Bean</a> and his sister <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/891476">Nicki</a> are a hoot! A definite must read.

Go.
Now.
Please.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aww geez, I'm touched!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/577230</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Apr 2009 19:23:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/577230</guid>
		<description>And not in a dirty-cover-the-kid's-eyes kinda way... but emotionally touched.

Sunny Lee  and her  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And not in a dirty-cover-the-kid's-eyes kinda way... but <i>emotionally</i> touched.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Sunny Lee</a>  and her pack gifted me (us) some zealies!

They sure are swell!

So, let the good times roll, I can now acknowledge all of your awesomosity-ies appropriately.

Yippie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An announcement</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/577223</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Apr 2009 18:51:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/577223</guid>
		<description>I am out of Zealies until April 10th.

If you do anything stupendous, amazing, touching, brave, cu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am out of Zealies until April 10th.

If you do anything stupendous, amazing, touching, brave, cute, or even mundane-but-original, you will have to wait until the 10th before you receive kudos in the way of a rosette from me or any other member of my pack.

That's all - go back to your business now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's yours is mine... no?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/576859</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Apr 2009 17:48:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/576859</guid>
		<description>As Sammy mentioned, the Peeps were pretty neglectful when it came to souveniers for us pups.  

No ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As Sammy mentioned, the Peeps were pretty neglectful when it came to souveniers for us pups.  

No Bob Marley knit cap.

No beaded bracelet.

No ganja...

I noticed that Mother <i>did</i> bring home a bottle of Jamaican Rum.  

I casually mosied over to the bottle.  I nudged it with my nose.  Nice!

Mother then told me the bad news... it was not for me.

So hurtful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Timing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/574554</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:36:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/574554</guid>
		<description>I need to be Furminated. 

Badly.

Mother realized this yesterday as she absentmindedly scritche ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I need to be Furminated. 

Badly.

Mother realized this yesterday as she absentmindedly scritched me and a storm of fur started flying.

She grabbed the Furminator and started to go to town. She started on my hinder quarters. I looooove have my hinders brushed.

But, wait!

The Man was chopping veggies in the kitchen!

I loooooove eating chopped veggies too!

Ohhh, it was like Sophie's Choice (without all the overt drama, that is).

Furmination on my hinders, or zucchini.

I tried running back and forth. A bite of zucchini, a swipe of brushing.

Zucchini.

Brushing.

Zucchini.

Brushing.

Mother grew tired of this pretty quickly. She wasn't really getting anywhere with this system.

She quit.

Leaving me in the kitchen with the zucchini and no guilt over choosing!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/572776</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 12:46:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/572776</guid>
		<description>A World Dominatrix needs some lovin's from her Momma. 

Sure, I could lie and say I was all snuggl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A World Dominatrix needs some lovin's from her Momma. 

Sure, I could lie and say I was all snuggly last night in order to lull Mother into a false sense of security.

I could fib a bit and say that the only reason I sat in Mother's lap and rested my head against her, was so I could convince her to tell me her secrets.

I could blow smoke up your vent and tell you that I let out a content sigh and closed my eyes in order to trick Mother into thinking I was sound asleep - so she would let her guard down. 

But, no. I just needed some snuggs from my Momma.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A pup after my own heart!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571694</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:51:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571694</guid>
		<description>Lydia wants to rule the world...just like me!!!

I think I shall ask her to join my army. You shou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/753985">Lydia</a> wants to rule the world...just like me!!!

I think I shall ask her to join my army. You should ask her too!

Oh, and her brother seems pretty cool, as well.

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Try and try again.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571682</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 15:21:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571682</guid>
		<description>The past few days Mother has been unusually calm considering the huge amount of dirt we have brought ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The past few days Mother has been unusually calm considering the huge amount of dirt we have brought inside.

She comes home from work, looks around mournfully, sighs, then starts talking to the voices.  I'm not exactly sure what "they" are talking about, but it must be interesting enough to keep her from incessantly cleaning the floors.

It appears to have worked. The house has remained in shambles for more than 4 days now, with nary a nervous tic in sight.

Mother has informed us,  sadly, that tomorrow (before we head to Crappy Town!) she will clean all the floors and furniture. She will do this in hopes of having a clean house to come home to on Sunday.

I don't have the heart to tell her that it is supposed to start raining again on Sunday... poor thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My list of grievances for Mother</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571359</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 13:47:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/571359</guid>
		<description>1. Do not wake me up to tell me how pretty I am. Everyone knows I am a very pretty pup, you do not h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. Do not wake me up to tell me how pretty I am. Everyone knows I am a very pretty pup, you do not have to interupt my sleeps to tell me this. Jot it down on a post-it and leave it next to me. 

2. I bark because I care. If I didn't bark, you'd never know we had interlopers (aka neighbors, delivery people, squirrels). You'd question your safety... trust me. 

3. You mock me for killing rats and rabbits (ONCE!). I'd think a "thank you" would be more appropriate. 

4.  I'm cute when I sleep, you are not. Therefore, I deserve the "good" pillow. 

5. One scoop of kibble is merely a slap in the face. 

6. If you ask for a kiss and I oblige, don't get all pis$y if your mouth is still open. 

7. Sometimes a girl needs to lick herself <i>youknowwhere</i>, stop yelling at me to "knock it off!". My body, my business.

Thank you for your attention to these matters.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Intruders!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/570750</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 13:18:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/570750</guid>
		<description>Mother has readily admited her inability to grow/plant/sustain anything that grows (dogs not include ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has readily admited her inability to grow/plant/sustain anything that grows (dogs not included... thank Dog!).

In the past, she tried to "spruce up" the front yard by removing a few small shrubs (which she never trimmed, by the way), and planting a few flowery things.

The flowery things inevitably died. Mother never pulled them from the front garden. The other, much larger, shrub remained - also never trimmed.

So, we had dead flowery things and an overgrown shrub in our front yard. Ugly.

A few weeks ago, Mother decided to call in the pros. She knew landscaping the front yard was way beyond her capacity. A landscaper dude showed up, provided Mother with a few ideas, and said his crew would be back later in the week to start the project.

Unfortunately, "later in the week" was the start of our monsoon. For 4 days straight we had down pours. Landscaping peeps don't care to work during down pours.

So, we waited. 

Yesterday, the crew showed up and got to work! Mother was pleased. I was not.
Bark!
Bark!
Bark!
There were people (lots of them!) in my yard!

As Sammy once said, "If I had any balls, I would have barked them off!"

I ended up running myself ragged barking, barking, barking All. Day. Long. 

Fortunately, for all involved, the landscaper peeps finished the job in record time!

Mother is pleased with the way the yard looks. I am pleased that the intruders have left. The landscaper peeps are pleased that I am not barking at them anymore.

Yeah.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Teaching important lessons</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/570400</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:15:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/570400</guid>
		<description>Have you all seen the newest picture of baby Elisabeth wearing my sunglasses?

Mother felt the nee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you all seen the newest picture of baby Elisabeth wearing <i>my</i> sunglasses?

Mother felt the need to post her picture on my page. I said "fine, whatever, Lady!"  As <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a> pointed out, "Doesn't she know the baby will just feel bad because even at her tender age she KNOWS they look way better on you???? "

I figure you're never too young to be taught that I am always going to be the best looking creature (furry or not) in the room.

It's a harsh reality for the  kiddo, but best that she learns it now, huh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, she hasn't killed us... yet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/569496</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 15:29:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/569496</guid>
		<description>The war rages on dear pups. 

Almost one week now with no sugar or alcohol.  The Man tried to foil ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The war rages on dear pups. 

Almost one week now with no sugar or alcohol.  The Man tried to foil her attempts by offering her a glass of Ouzu.. she took a small (small!) sip and then put the glass aside. 

Chocolate was provided to Mother as well. What else does one give to his favorite dietitian 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.eatright.org/cps/rde/xchg/ada/hs.xsl/NNM_2007_landing_14997_ENU_HTML.htm">Registered Dietitian Day</a>? Pretty sweet, huh?

The chocolate sits, unopened, in our pantry... The temptation is almost palpable.

Fortunately, the copious amounts of mud EVERYWHERE have provided Mother with enough distraction to allow her to forget what she's missing out on in terms of chocolate and alcohol.

Once the rain stops and the mud dries up... that is when I will fear for my safety. That is when she will have time to listen to the chocolate calling her name.

That will be a scary time pups.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The missing link</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/569244</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 16:37:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/569244</guid>
		<description>A few pup pals have been inquiring as of late, how to insert a link.

Allow me to link to my pal L ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A few pup pals have been inquiring as of late, how to insert a link.

Allow me to link to my pal Loki's diary entry where she explains it beautifully!

Read <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/373607/diary/Lokis_life/250647">here</a> to learn how to insert a link.

Enjoy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dangers of war</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/568158</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Mar 2009 09:43:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/568158</guid>
		<description>Mother has informed all of us that she has &quot;declared war on my cellulite&quot;.

Whatever lady.

Norm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has informed all of us that she has "declared war on my cellulite".

Whatever lady.

Normally I would think this would affect me not at all. So she spends even more time pinching, grabbing and cursing her thighs... big deal. As long as my kibble is provided at regular intervals, and she tells me how pretty I am from time to time, she can pinch, grab and curse herself all she wants.

This new battle plan, however, has me a bit frightened. The exercise has been stepped up. But also, she has banned sugar and alcohol from her diet for the next 2 weeks.

Gulp.

The alcohol ban shouldn't cause too much of a personality change. It's the embargo on sugar that has me scared for my life.

No chocolate, no (gluten-free) pretzels, no ice cream, etc.  

This, dear friends, will NOT be pretty.

Wish me luck!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You have GOT to be kidding me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/567144</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Mar 2009 19:01:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/567144</guid>
		<description>A duck. 

A stupid, insignificant duck is winning the photo contest!!

I don't know about this d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A duck. 

A stupid, insignificant duck is winning the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140078/diary/566470">photo contest</a>!!

I don't know about this duck-picture-taking-person, but I highly doubt this person is as cool as The Boss Man. 

Is there a Duck Rescue where duck-picture-taking-person volunteers his/her time?

Doubt it.

Boss Man (aka Michale Kloth) needs, like, 200 votes to safely over take the <i>duck</i>. At last check, I have close to 1000 pup pals... you do the math.

Get to it puppers!

A DUCK!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I learned an important lesson today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566722</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Mar 2009 12:32:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566722</guid>
		<description>Sammy and I accompanied Mother as she ran about the greater Dallas area. First to the post office to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sammy and I accompanied Mother as she ran about the greater Dallas area. First to the post office to mail a care package to Uncle Eric. Then off to a quick appointment on the other end of town. After that, it was off to Bed Bath and Beyond to return a runner that just didn't "go" with our decor. The last trip was to the gluten free restaurant to pick up dessert for tonight.

As we were driving home, wouldn't you know it was 2:00 in the afternoon. Those of you pups "in the know" realize that 2:00 -4:00 = Happy Hour at Sonic!!!  Mother cannot resist their diet cherry limeade, so I knew we were headed to Sonic for some yummies!

Sure enough, Mother ordered a beverage for herself and tater tots for ME (well, and Sam too, but whatev).

The Tot Lady walked over to our car with the tots. I was hanging my head out the window. Tot Lady started ohh-ing and ahh-ing over my beauty. 
Tot Lady: Ohhh, you're so cute! 
Me: Yeah. I know. Where's the tots?
Tot Lady: Can I pet you? You're sooo pretty.
Me: Yeah. Go ahead. Gimme my tots.
Tot Lady then proceeded to scritch me behind the ears. She also may have scritched Sammys ears too, but again, whatev.

Eventually I became tired of being nice. Tot Lady had my tots and would not hand them over!!

I growled. GIMME MY TOTS YOU BEAST!!!

So, the lesson learned was: Don't growl at Tot Lady, it will only delay your receiving the tots.

Mother made me wait until we got home before she would give me even ONE tot.

Totally unfair, if you ask me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All kinds of Awesome!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566651</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Mar 2009 08:08:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566651</guid>
		<description>Well, would you look at that... I am a diary pick of the day!

Wow-za!

This dubious honor will  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, would you look at that... I am a diary pick of the day!

Wow-za!

This dubious honor will certainly help my plans of World Domination (I'm working on it, you just don't always see the results) and also my plans to have pups and their peeps VOTE FOR THE BOSS MAN!
See my previous entry for more details on that - I'm too tired to link.

Today is going to be a super-duper pawesome day! Mother has the day off - I see walkies and treatsies in my future!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must check on the progress of The Boss Man's photo contest (GO VOTE NOW!!) and then practice my beautious smile for the photogs!

Laters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>See voo play</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566477</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Mar 2009 17:31:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566477</guid>
		<description>Hop on over to Lyle's latest entry and make sure you vote for the Boss Man's photo in the contest!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hop on over to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/140078/diary/566470">Lyle's latest entry</a> and make sure you vote for the Boss Man's photo in the contest!

Even if we didn't think the Boss Man was super cool, we would still have voted for his picture, cuz it is clearly the bestest one. 

A cute pup! Always a winner!

Also, in case you need more incentive to vote for the Boss Man... did you know that the Boss Man <i>volunteers</i> his time and energy to his local humane society??? Yuppers!

He uses his faboooooo photography skills to capture the true essence of the unfortunate pups and cats in the shelter in order to improve their chances of being adopted.

Yup. He does that. He does that very well. 

So go and vote for the Michael Kloth photo!

Go!
Now!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vernacular</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566356</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Mar 2009 11:32:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/566356</guid>
		<description>Sunny Lee refers to her bobo here

here 

and 

here.

Atley (**swoon**) refers to his bobo  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunny Lee refers to her bobo <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/564629">here</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/563533">here</a> 

and 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/561285">here</a>.

Atley (**swoon**) refers to <i>his</i> bobo 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663/diary/Atleys_adventures/560847">here</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663/diary/Atleys_adventures/560063">here</a> 

and

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663/diary/Atleys_adventures/558630">here</a>.


When Sunny speaks of her bobo, she is referring to her pink stuffie.

When Atley speaks of his bobo, he is referring to his tush **blush**. 

Interesting.

I just thought I'd point that out, lest you pups confuse the two. I wouldn't want you to think that Sunny carries her tushie around in her mouth all day when she is happy.

Or that Atley's Mom puts ointment on his favorite stuffie.

That would be weird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My public has spoken!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/565938</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Mar 2009 11:14:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/565938</guid>
		<description>It has been awhile since I have updated all of you, my faithful minions, as to my doings.

Let's s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been awhile since I have updated all of you, my faithful minions, as to my doings.

Let's see...

Maxwell left last night, after spending about 5 days with us. It's bittersweet, really. While he is here, I have more snugglies with Mother, 'cause Sammy is busy playing with Maxwell instead of honing in on my quality time. When he leaves, however, I am forced to play with Sammy. I really don't care for that. I growl, which only serves to rile him up even more. 

On the other paw, when Maxwell is here, there is almost no room for me on the bed - the human bed - so I am forced to sleep on the (gasp) dog bed!

I hurt my paw the other day. Don't worry, I powered through and healed myself!! I limped around for about a day, and really managed to milk it for all it was worth.  I would jump on the couch... hold my injured paw out to Mother, and wait for the sympathy to pour out. 

Every time. 

I was thrown in the shower the other day... didn't care for that one bit.  I have a magical gift of finding mud, even though it hasn't rained in forever... My paws and belly were covered in the good stuff. Mother could NOT leave for work knowing that I would be leaving mud all over the house ALL DAY LONG (her nervous tic started as soon as I came inside with my muddy paws).

So, into the shower I went.  Bah.

Also, I had dill pickles for the first time yesterday. Ella really knows what she's talking about - them's good eatin's!! Mother had a small container of baby dills. With three dogs staring at her, willing her to share, she didn't stand a chance. Maxwell and I scarfed ours down lickety split! Sammy toyed with his for a bit before finally swallowing.

Yum-o!  Gimme more!

That's all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My personal weapon of mass destruction</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/564518</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 17:38:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/564518</guid>
		<description>Both Sammy and Maxwell are blessed with anal glands. They are fortunate enough to be able to expel n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Both Sammy and Maxwell are blessed with anal glands. They are fortunate enough to be able to expel noxious smells at the first sign of danger.

Until, that is, the humans decide to de-weaponize them.

Echo has the ability to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747/diary/Echo_can_you_hear_me_now/564471">plow over her Mom</a>. Awesome! Alas, as I told Echo, I am too slight to be of any true danger when I run full-force towards an object.

My weapon of choice?

My cold, wet nose.

It's perfect really. Unlike the anal glands, the humans cannot very well "express" my nose and thus cause it to lose it's destruction powers.

Unlike Echo's WMD, mine is not subject to me bulking up on steroids.

Nope.

I always gots me nose! I use it to nudge Mother when I feel she is ignoring me.

I engage it's powers when Mother needs to wake up and feed me.

It's a useful weapon when an afternoon siesta has lasted far too long for my taste  - poke!

Bruhahahah!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Interesting...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/564445</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:45:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/564445</guid>
		<description>Look at this...

Now, look at this.


This

and

this.

Looky here 

and 

looky here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Look at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/4164415">this</a>...

Now, look at <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/photo/4010209">this</a>.


<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3922780">This</a>

and

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/photo/3853749">this</a>.

Looky <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/2241263">here</a> 

and 

looky <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/photo/4355571">here</a>. 

Weird, huh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Plans on hold</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/563697</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 09:20:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/563697</guid>
		<description>Today was going to be a planning day. I was going to sit down with my blue prints and other info and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was going to be a planning day. I was going to sit down with my blue prints and other info and begin the planning stage of World Domination.

Sadly, today has now turned into a, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/709344/diary/Memoirs_of_a_handsome_boy/563638">Day of Mourning</a>.

Sweet Kenny has passed to the Rainbow Bridge.

The plans can wait.

Let the lovins begin.

Rest in peace sweet Kenny.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Them's fightin' words!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/562870</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 14:14:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/562870</guid>
		<description>Ella is trying to hone in on My Valentine!!!


She sez she loves him!


I can certainly unders ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533/diary/One_elluva_dog/562859">Ella</a> is trying to hone in on <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">My Valentine</a>!!!


She sez she loves him!


I can certainly understand that, I mean, Atley is quite loveable...
I just don't care for the <i>tone</i> of her latest diary entry.

No. Don't care for it one bit.

Anyone know which direction North Carolina is??

Sleep with one eye open Pretty Grrrrl.


:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not fair!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/562554</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 12:35:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/562554</guid>
		<description>Don't I look smashing in my new shades?

I really pull off the &quot;incognito&quot; look, don't I?

Well, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't I look smashing in my new shades?

I really pull off the "incognito" look, don't I?

Well, don't get too attached to the idea of me always sporting my new sunglasses.
Apparently the plaid shades are NOT FOR ME!  Mother bought them at Gymbore yesterday. They are <i>actually</i> for her new niece - Elisabeth.

Phooey!

Finders keepers, I say!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Focus!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/561922</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:53:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/561922</guid>
		<description>Mother took advantage of the holiday yesterday and used the free time to do her taxes.

Sensing an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother took advantage of the holiday yesterday and used the free time to do her taxes.

Sensing an inept numbers person when she sees one, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Sunny's</a> Mom offered to help Mother with any questions she may have. 
Sweet huh?

Fortunately, The Man also knows that Mother is not so good with numbers and such, and bought her Turbo Tax.

Mother gathered up all her paperwork and went to town.  I sat by her, carefully inspecting her every move.  This was a critical time pups! One little error on her part, and I would be Milk Bone-less for the rest of 2009! I agreed with Mother that it is totally unfair she cannot claim us pups as dependents. She was even willing to let The Man claim Maxwell (even though it is Mother's name on the adoption papers...). 

Stoopid government regulations!

Anywhoodle... you will all be pleased to know that not only will I be able to enjoy my daily treatsies, but Mother is also able to attend her brother's nuptuals in Belize this summer - she <i>may</i> also take The Man with her...  :)

Yeah for refunds!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm so happy!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/560233</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 10:53:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/560233</guid>
		<description>I told you pups I would take care of it!!! 
Atley is (hopefully) coming home today!

I'm hopping  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I told you pups I would <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">take care of it</a>!!! 
Atley is (hopefully) coming home today!

I'm hopping in the Coop and heading over so I can give him lots and lots of Izzy Kissys!  Hopefully Mother will leave the keys unattended...

This is gonna be the bestest Valentines Day evah!

I was so happy to hear about Atley's progress that I even allowed Sammy to wrestle with me this morning. I was too happy to protest.

Yeah Atley!!!

SMOOCH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No worries!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/559058</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 10:17:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/559058</guid>
		<description>I'm on it!

I sent Atley a note telling him that he was to be my Valentine (Izzy don't ask, Izzy t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm on it!

I sent <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> a note telling him that he was to be my Valentine (Izzy don't ask, Izzy tells) so he needed to get better soon!


He paw-mailed back that he would try to get better real soon so he could give me "smoochy woochies"! I believe this is the first time I have blushed  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fresh kill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/557242</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Feb 2009 09:57:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/557242</guid>
		<description>You all know how I feel about being provided with less kibble than the boys.

It ain't fair!

So ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You all know how I feel about being provided with less kibble than the boys.

It ain't fair!

So, I decided to take matters into my own paws... Tuesday, whilst Mother was "slaving" away at work, I took it upon myself to hunt and kill my own dinner. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. 

I found a rat. A really, really big one! Once I had killed 'em I decided I would rather save him for later. I left him in the living room.

I now realize this was a rookie mistake. Mother came home from work, saw my handiwork and immediately started screaming like a girl.

I thought I would help her out and move my after-dinner snack outdoors. Mother then started screaming, "DROP IT DROP IT DROP IT DROP IT!!!" Again, like a girl.

So I did.

Mother grabbed a shovel and scooped up my prey. It was promptly thrown in the outside garbage.

Rude.

It's alright though. I managed to find another varmint this morning. I left this one in the family room.

You can only imagine the amount of time Mother has spent steam-cleaning and sanitizing the ENTIRE house these last few days. 

What a buzz kill.

Bruhahahaha!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Enough with the -ism's!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556719</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Feb 2009 18:48:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556719</guid>
		<description>Dinner was served last night. Normally,  Sammy gets the larger bowl with 3 scoops of kibble. I am pr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dinner was served last night. Normally,  Sammy gets the larger bowl with 3 scoops of kibble. I am provided the regular bowl with 1 scoop of kibble.
Once we both sit, our bowls are set in front of us so we can commence with the chow.

Last night was a bit different. Mother ("accidentally") set the BIG bowl in front of me! Sammy was given the smaller bowl.

For those astute readers out there, that means I was provided with 3 scoops of kibble! Woo-hoo! I dove into that bowl with great gusto!

Unfortunately, Sam finished his dinner faster than usual, thus clueing Mother into the fact that a mistake was made. She looked down and quickly noticed her error. She scootched the BIG bowl away from me and let Sam finish off MY dinner!

Mother tried to explain to me that since Sammy is bigger, he needs more food.

Bah.

That, dear readers, is size-ism! What? Just because I am smaller, I am provided with less sustinance?

That is girl-ism! Because I am a girl, and more petite, I automatically am denied 3 scoops of food?

It is food-ism at its most horrendous!

This must stop and it must stop now!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Getting to know me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556548</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Feb 2009 11:39:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556548</guid>
		<description>My CGC pal Kiara tagged me in the most recent game o' tag.

Welcome to the new edition of 2009 get ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My CGC pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/912547/diary/Life_liberty_and_the_pursuit_of_my_husky_happiness_by_kiara/556482">Kiara</a> tagged me in the most recent game o' tag.

Welcome to the new edition of 2009 get to know your pals.... Copy this diary entry and paste into your diary and delete my answers - then you can fill in your own.. We can get to know our pals better!! Have fun!! Then send a rosette to 4 pals and ask them to post in their diary!!!!

1. What color is your collar? 
Blue and brown for everyday use, pink polka dots (thanks Ella!) for fancy occasions. 

2. What kind of food do you eat? 
Science Diet, and any schnibble that falls on the floor - except spinach!

3. What are your favorite treats? 
I'm not too picky about my treats. Pretty much anything that is tossed to me is deemed a "good treat" - except spinach!

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other?? 
No. The boys are intimidated by me - apparently.

5. Do you get Table Scraps? 
No. The humans tend to clean their plates. I am provided with the occasional "counter scrap".


6. What is your favorite toy? 
The fetch squeaky!

7. When is your Birthday?
February 1st - 2003

8. How many times a day do you get to eat? 
2 meals of kibble, 1 treat before Mother leaves for work, one treat in the evening. I suppose I should also cop to the "extras" that Sammy is kind enough to pull off the counter for me during the day. 

9. Do you have a favorite color? 
Yellow - 'cause that's the color of my squeaky du jour.

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? 
I sure do! I won't tag anyone though... to much pressure  :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Totally random thought</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556506</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Feb 2009 09:27:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556506</guid>
		<description>I love me some Tiberius!!

He is my dobie boy and I think he is just the Bee's Knees!


That's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love me some <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/800845">Tiberius</a>!!

He is my dobie boy and I think he is just the Bee's Knees!


That's all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am IT baby!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556318</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 18:37:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556318</guid>
		<description>My handsome pal Atley tagged me! Have you seen him?

Homina, homina, homina! Me likey! AND, he liv ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My handsome pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/768663">Atley</a> tagged me! Have you seen him?

Homina, homina, homina! Me likey! AND, he lives only, like a hop skip and a jump away from me! 

FATE!

Anyway - I must now share 7 things about me (some good, some naughty):

1. I am the only dog in the house who can drink from the water bowl and not slurp water all over the floor.

2. I sometimes use my powers as a female and convince the boys to do my bidding (i.e. counter surf).

3. I have found that sleeping next to Mother is actually quite nice and as such, have given up my "I'm-a-tough-girl-I-sleep-alone" persona at night - pick your battles, really.

4. There is nothing more satisfying than hoisting up my leg and peeing higher than the boys!!! 

5. Very few things scare me - really! Not balloons, not vacuums, nuthin'!

6. I have been known to hump a few boy dogs if I feel they don't r-e-s-p-e-c-t me properly. Solves that problem pretty quick!

7. The Buster Cube is not my cup of tea. Whenever Mother sets it out for Sammy, she always gives me my own treat to make up for the food I won't be eating from The Cube.

Cheers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>At &lt;a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  class=bodyTextRev target=site  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=&quot;http://www.dogster.com</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556097</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 09:43:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556097</guid>
		<description>You may now refer to me as Zippy Dippin Tush.

Or not.

Whatev. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You may now refer to me as <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/555029">Zippy <i>Dippin</i> Tush</a>.

Or not.

Whatev.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aww shucks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556084</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 08:55:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/556084</guid>
		<description>Thanks for all of my birthday wishes dear pups!

Lemme tell ya, I had a fabulous day! It started o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks for all of my birthday wishes dear pups!

Lemme tell ya, I had a fabulous day! It started out with a quiet snuggle, snuggle with Mother whilst the boys played. Then I received a few extra birthday scritches behind the ears (my favorite!).

The day progressed as usual. We did manage to find a small puddle of mud in the backyard and proceeded to bring most of it inside.  Mother was a bit perturbed since she had just finished cleaning the floors. 

Sammy and I each had a bath. Since I was the Birthday Girl, mother used her fancy schmancy conditioner on me. Birthday Girl has to smell pretty, you know.

Eventually The Man came over and brought BONES! I was given mine first and thoroughly enjoyed all the Om-Nom-Nom. 

Mother did manage to take a few pics of all of us in the birthday hats. Sadly, she will be posting them soon.

I thought the highlight was when they set off fireworks during the Super Bowl Halftime show for me! That was a nice touch.

All-in-all, a great day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>F.Y.I.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/554890</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 18:56:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/554890</guid>
		<description>My 6th birthday is this Sunday. I have yet to see any signs of an impending party.

So far there h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My 6th birthday is this Sunday. I have yet to see any signs of an impending party.

So far there have been no delivery trucks delivering decorations, food, cakes, etc.

I have heard no mention of a band being booked.

As of today, I have also not heard Mother discussing how to arrange to have me out of the house as she is decorating for my "surprise" party.

I'm already disapointed in my human.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Inching closer to total domination!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/553547</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 13:42:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/553547</guid>
		<description>Mother has never been one to complain too loudly about us pups sleeping with her. She's always been  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has never been one to complain too loudly about us pups sleeping with her. She's always been pretty cool about arranging herself into strange positions in order to accomodate us.  She has always, however drawn the line at sharing her pillow.  This rule became especially apparent after she received the specially made pillow case from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/689003">Bodhi's</a> Mum.  Bodhi's mum made Mother a pillowcase with dogs and bones all over it! It is simply faboo! Mother immediately put her faboo new pillow case over her faboo new memory foam pillow.  Both were then off-limits to the pups. 
I knew she'd crack eventually. Slowly I hatched my plan to rest my noggin on that pillow! 
I started out moving myself from my dog bed to the human bed. Slowly, so as not to raise suspicions.

Then, a few days later, I moved from the foot of the bed to more of the "middle" of the bed.  Cute, huh?

Eventually I decided it was time to put my plan into full-action. I knew that Mother would suspect something would be up if I suddenly decided to rest my head next to hers (i.e. "be cute"), so I enlisted the help of Sam. 
Together we ganged up against Mother to gain access to the Promised Land! While it <i>may</i> be possible for Mother to resist ONE dog gently resting his/her head upon her pillow. It would be darn near impossible for her to resist TWO dogs gently resting his/her respective heads upon the forbidden pillow.

We were just too cute for her to say no to! Imagine <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/1439852">this face</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/877130/photo/4105030">this face</a> resting on your pillow. Sharing! Sleepy! Cute! 
It was all too much for Mother to resist. Like everything else, Mother scootched over so that she had merely 1/8th of the pillow (and mattress), Sam and I had the rest.

No worries, I eventually banished Sammy as well.

Cuteness gets you everywhere!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Exercise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/552117</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 13:51:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/552117</guid>
		<description>Mother was feeling a bit sluggish this morning. She decided to forgo her usual exercise routine, and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was feeling a bit sluggish this morning. She decided to forgo her usual exercise routine, and, instead take Sam and I for a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood.

Bad idea.

What with all our pulling, tugging, jumping and barking, she realized it would have been easier to spend 30 minutes on the stair climber.

Oh, also - not to make you pups jealous or anything, but it's sunny and 79 degrees here today.

Woof.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Offended on the highest of levels</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/551032</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 14:39:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>As is reported to me, at Mother's Place of Employment,there has been some brief mentions of the idea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As is reported to me, at Mother's Place of Employment,there has been some brief mentions of the idea of working from home. Theoretically, most of the work Mother and her co-workers perform <i>can</i> be done from home.

Upper management has been doing pilot programs at various locations testing the feasability of this. 

When it was asked when the Dallas location would/could be included in the pilot testing, the answer was "maybe sometime this year".

Mother isn't one of the worker bees who would be excited by this.  Apparently she would find working from home to be more cumbersome than commuting to work. <i>Apparently</i> the cumbersome-osity would be due to Sam, Maxwell and Myself. 

I KNOW!

She tells me that she would not be able to effectively perform her job with us barking in the background. The fact that the barking would be to scare off intruders and protect her is of no consequence to her!

She also said that, while she does enjoy our company... grown-up conversation (or a reasonable facimile) is something she craves after a weekend with us.

I KNOW!

I'm totally offended by this.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Elisabeth Claire!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549584</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 09:58:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549584</guid>
		<description>Mother's sister-in-law had her baby yesterday morning! A picture was sent via cell phone - Elisabeth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother's sister-in-law had her baby yesterday morning! A picture was sent via cell phone - Elisabeth Claire is a beautiful little chunky baby! She's purty (you know, for a furless one)!

Mother decided to swing by Babies R Us and pick up a few goodies for the newest arrival.  The store is right next to our new dog park, so after Sam and I had had our fill of fun, Mother loaded us into the car and trekked over to the store.

I was a little put off, to put it mildly. I thought we had a system, Mother and I. The system being that any and ALL extra moo-lah be spent on me (or the boys, but mostly me)! There she went, spending some money on someone other than ME!

Uncalled for. If I hadn't just lifted my leg about 50 times at the dog park, I would have pee'd out my frustrations in the Coop. Alas, I had not a dribble left.

I suppose though, Karma had its way with Mother. As she was paying for her purchases, the cashier asked Mother, "When are you due?"
Mother looked at her blankly and then said, "Actually, I was due last Saturday", picked up her bag and headed out the door. HA! Revenge is schweet! 

As a completely unrelated side note... Mother laid off the chocolate yummies last night. She also threw in a couple extra minutes on the stair climber this morning.

Nice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My turn!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549047</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:54:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549047</guid>
		<description>Chipper tagged me!
He understands that I am bored, and if my boredom continues, I WILL NOT be respo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498">Chipper</a> tagged me!
He understands that I am bored, and if my boredom continues, I WILL NOT be responsible for my actions. So, in order to keep me outta the pokey, I shall share 7 things that I detest, a la Chipper...

1. Having to paw at Mother repeatedly in order to allow her to pet me. She should just automatically <i>want</i> to pet me. Why must I remind her so?

2. Sam insisting on butting in on my quality snuggle time with Mother. Sometimes I want it to be just us girls!

3. The fact that my stuffies quickly become unstuffies. Yes, it is true that Mother has provided us with a stuffie that is (so far) indestructable. It still sqeaks if you chomp on it hard enough. But, I guess just knowing that I will probably never be able to destroy it is enough to dissuade me from trying.

4. Bath time.

5. When we are playing fetch and Mother takes a time-out 'cause she's so stupid sometimes she throws the squeaky on top of the cabinets. It takes, like, 30 seconds for her to retrieve the squeaky and resume the game. Unacceptable!

6. That I am fed less than the boys. Not fair at all.

7. The fact that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/160707">Izzie</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/168802">Petite Crickeet</a> are being held hostage and not allowed to frolick on dogster. Let the Beezer go!

That's all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bored.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549025</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 17:43:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/549025</guid>
		<description>I'm bored.

Mother forgot to set the t.v. to record American Idol tonight. So, now I am stuck watc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm bored.

Mother forgot to set the t.v. to record American Idol tonight. So, now I am stuck watching the wheels spin in Sammy's head as he tries to add 2+2. 

Does anypup have a funny anecdote to share? Please?

Amuse me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I remain unconvinced.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/548698</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:04:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/548698</guid>
		<description>I received word from Izzie via a football rosette that he is, indeed, &quot;okay&quot;. 

He blamed Squat fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I received word from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/160707">Izzie</a> via a football rosette that he is, indeed, "okay". 

He blamed Squat for his absence.

I smell something fishy!

I suspect he is not actually "fine", but forced to send communications to the outside world indicating such.

Furless ones can be very manipulative, what with their ability to provide us with food, housing, lovins, the whole bit.

I think Izzie (and Cricket!) are still in danger, I will investigate further....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh puh-leeeze!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/547639</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Jan 2009 13:07:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/547639</guid>
		<description>Well that's just great.

Sammy is The Diary Pick of the Day.

Whoop-ti-do.

He's really gettin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well that's just great.

Sammy is The Diary Pick of the Day.

Whoop-ti-do.

He's really getting on my nerves today.

He's all, "Iz, I'm going out to poo. Tell the pupparazzi I will not be answering any questions."

and

"Bella, I don't feel like finding my Kong. Go fetch it for me. I am THE Diary Pick of the Day, you know?"

The incessant flashing of the puparrazzi cameras is giving me a headache. They had the NERVE to ask me to "Get out of the way, we only want Sam in this picture!"

I showed them my bum hole, then lifted my leg to pee on them. 

Maxwell seems rather mundane about the whole situation. He's useless in these situations.

Plus, I need to lick myself <i>youknowwhere</i>, but can't due to the large presence of cameras.

Bah!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Attention Troops!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/547097</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Jan 2009 17:56:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/547097</guid>
		<description>Now is the time to marshal the troops!

We need to implement a full frontal attack!

Gather roun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now is the time to marshal the troops!

We need to implement a full frontal attack!

Gather round troopers!

Our furiends <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/160707">Izzie</a> and his sister <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/168802">Cricket</a>
are being held captive somewhere in the depths of a place called "Pittsburgh".

Their last communication was on September 3rd - proclaiming their "safety".

My highly trained intel tells me they may not, in fact, be safe. It is quite possible that Izzie has been forced to walk across hard wood floors! Cricket has no re-inforcements for dealing with Barkie and Barky due to Izzies paralyzing fear of the hard wood floors.

We must save them!

This requires an attack from all sides!
Rosettes!
Paw-mails!

Their safety MUST be confirmed!

We will not rest until we hear from them again (or until 10:30 CST, girl needs her beauty sleep, afterall).

Go forth and bombard!!

Izzy Out!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One more thing...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/546396</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Jan 2009 17:50:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/546396</guid>
		<description>I do, in fact, have an ear infection.

Why a glass stick had to be stuck up my bum in order to fig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I do, in fact, have an ear infection.

Why a glass stick had to be stuck up my bum in order to figure this out, I'll never know.

Mother was provided medication for my ears. Instructions were given to Cal regarding dosage.

Instructions were NOT given to Cal regarding keeping said medication out of paw reach when left to our own devices.

Said medication is now gone. Exactly how much was squirted in my ears, versus squirted on the floor is unknown.

All that is known is Mother came home to find, not only the furniture in disarray, but my tube of goop empty with teeth marks in it.

Too bad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's in my blood!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/546239</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Jan 2009 10:50:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/546239</guid>
		<description>Well, my great pal Echo has gone above and beyond in terms of spreading my power!

Her recap of th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, my great pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747/diary/Echo_can_you_hear_me_now/544407">Echo</a> has gone above and beyond in terms of spreading my power!

Her recap of the Dog Fancy article on yours truly was really spot on!

A few highlights:
1. I can be used as a mine detector.
     It's true! Not once have I ever stepped on a doggie land mine! I   have a very keen sense when it comes to avoiding poo.

2. I become bored easily. 
     Again, very true! I cannot tell you how many times I have whizzed through the New York Times Crossword Puzzle (Sunday edition, thank you very much) in a single morning. 

3. I do what I want, not necessarily what my owners want. 
     I think my record speaks for itself here.

4. I expect others to behave as I do.
     Mother knows this is VERY true. When she and The Man came home from vacation yesterday, she half expected to find me with a bandana tied around my head, standing on a chair, bossing the boys around. While she did not see this for herself, it DID happen.

So, a huge shout out to Echo for helping to explain the wonders of ME!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy (almost) New Year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/544308</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 09:24:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/544308</guid>
		<description>I have to get my good tiddings in early, you see, the parentals are leaving for a trip to Hill Count ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to get my good tiddings in early, you see, the parentals are leaving for a trip to Hill Country tomorrow, thus eliminating my ability to send good wishes tomorrow. 

So, I shall say it now -
Happy New Year Fellow Dogsters!

Today, after my vet appointment, we will be heading down to The Man's house. The furless ones are leaving today (YIPPIE!), just in time for all of us to celebrate New Year's Eve together.

Tomorrow, all of us pups are being dropped off at our boarding place and the humans are taking off for a long weekend.

I'm a bit jealous that Linus the Beta Fish gets to tag along on their vacation. Mother says it's because she has no one to take care of him (i.e. feed him) while they are gone. I think it's a crock of crap.  I guess I managed to make Mother feel guilty enough about it though, 'cause she told the boarding people to give us an extra play time every day. 

Nice enough, I guess.

Anyway, I'll catch all of you pups in the new year!
Stay safe out there tonight!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Difference of opinion</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/543893</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 09:39:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/543893</guid>
		<description>Mother says it's cute when I am in a deep, deep sleep and I start to snore.

I tend to disagree wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother says it's cute when I am in a deep, deep sleep and I start to snore.

I tend to disagree when she does the same thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aw yeah!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/543496</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 08:51:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/543496</guid>
		<description>A diary pick of the day!
Pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself.

Now, I believe Dexter said it bes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A diary pick of the day!
Pretty snazzy, if I do say so myself.

Now, I believe <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</a> said it best a while ago when he said, "Exactly whose leg do I have to hump in order to be Dog of the Week?"

'Cause I'll do it. I will. 

My first order of business  with this "honor" will be to cancel the vet appointment Mother has scheduled for me on Wednesday. Apparently my snuggling went to far. It also could be related to the head shaking and ear itchiness. She suspects I have germies in my ears. Crap.  If I could find her phone and hit re-dial, I'm sure I could do it.

Also, I need to reflect on shedding. To shed or not to shed is my motto of late. The weather here in my neck of the woods have been sporadic to say the least. Last Friday we hit a record high of 85 degrees. The next day it was in the 30's. Today it is in the 50's, but it should drop into the 30's again.
Shed.
Don't shed.
Shed
Don't shed.

As one of the Diary Picks of the Day - I vow to get to the bottom of this!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go practice my puparazzi smile in the mirror. My public can't wait!

Thanks to all of my faboo pup pals for all of the well wishes!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aww shucks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/542976</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 17:01:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/542976</guid>
		<description>I (we, I suppose) have received lots and lots of rosettes and nice messages over the holiday season. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I (we, I suppose) have received lots and lots of rosettes and nice messages over the holiday season. While I haven't responded in kind to each one (you know how it is with the hired help...),  I would like to give a great big virtual smooch to ALL of my pup pals who thought enough of me  (us) to send me  (us) a special message.

Heck, I'll even include those  pup pals who didn't send a special holiday message in my virtual smooch.


***************S-M-O-O-C-H!!!**********************

Love you pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snuggling continues...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/542556</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 13:05:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/542556</guid>
		<description>I continue with my snuggalicious behavior. Sammy is trying his hardest to get between me and Mother  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I continue with my snuggalicious behavior. Sammy is trying his hardest to get between me and Mother when I feel like snuggling. Usually when he does this, I jump off the couch/bed in a huff, returning only once Sam has vacated the area.

Mother is concerned about me. She was talking to Grammy the other day about my "strange" behavior. Grammy asked if she was going to take me to the vet. Mother replied, "Yeah. I'll take her to the vet and say, 'Izzy has been acting nice. I think there is something wrong with her.'"

I don't care if she does think it's weird. I am enjoying all this snuggling stuff.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pups! Pups! Pups!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/541153</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 19:20:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/541153</guid>
		<description>First of all, it appears as if many of you missed a few important details:

1. Priscilla, sister o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, it appears as if many of you missed a few important details:

1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/912404">Priscilla</a>, sister of the late, great <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/572610">Raffles</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574791">Callie</a> has been in her new home for awhile now, and yet is still lacking the pup pals she deserves!! AND, she now has a new brother, Quigley (I like to call him Quigles)! Quigley doesn't have his own dogster page yet, but if you pup pal Priscilla, you'll be alerted to the update.  
DO IT!

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930451">Sandy</a> is now an official part of the awesome <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/689003">PA Pack</a> (no time to link to all of 'em, you get the idea). Please give her a warm Dogster welcome. 
If I have to ask again,  I won't say "Please" next time...

Make me proud pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Maccabees are the reason for the season.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/541010</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 12:25:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/541010</guid>
		<description>It doesn't quite have the same ring as &quot;Jesus is the reason for the season&quot;, does it?

Hmmm.

St ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It doesn't quite have the same ring as "Jesus is the reason for the season", does it?

Hmmm.

Still... thank goodness for 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.answers.com/maccabees">Maccabees</a> or else I wouldn't be receiving goodies for the next 8 nights!

Oh, and also they brought about restoration of Jewish politics and religion. 

That's cool too. 

Happy Hanukkah dear friends!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What is wrong with me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/540042</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 17:55:40 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>As of late I have become VERY snuggly!

Many-a-time over the past week, Mother will wake up and fi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As of late I have become VERY snuggly!

Many-a-time over the past week, Mother will wake up and find me snuggled up next to her. If she is sitting on the couch, I will jump up and lean into her, thus prompting  her to hug me. It makes me smile when she does this.

I am concerned.

This is not the behavior of one who plans on taking over the world someday.

My thoughts and actions are not my own! I have been brainwashed, I suspect. Perhaps when I had my temperature taken at the last vet appointment, it was actually an alien anal probe.

Great.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to sit by the door and wait for my mommy to come home...

Errr, I mean, review my battle plans!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Embarrased!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/538931</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 11:52:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>We have been receiving a lot of Holiday Cards from our pup pals!!! It's pretty gosh darn awesome!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have been receiving a lot of Holiday Cards from our pup pals!!! It's pretty gosh darn awesome!

Many of the cards have pictures of our friends as well.

Mother has been looking at the fabulous pictures and is starting to feel embarrased.

You see, all of our pup pals' pics show pups that are very well-behaved, posing nicely for the camera.

Ours... does not.

Mother has decided that next year, in addition to chicken, she <i>may</i> also use some sort of sedative in order to drug us and make us more willing to pose politely.

Whatever lady, as long as the mickey is covered in peanut butter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Disclaimer...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/537924</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 16:00:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/537924</guid>
		<description>I put Mother in charge of sending out all of my holiday wishes. 

I was too busy, you know, taking ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I put Mother in charge of sending out all of my holiday wishes. 

I was too busy, you know, taking over the world, to proofread every single card she sent out with my name on it.

It's important that I point out that simply because she has the <i>handwriting</i> of a serial killer, does not (necessarily) mean she <i>is</i> a serial killer. 

My apologies for the scary scribbling - for those of you who are receiving a card from us.

Cheers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sadness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/536739</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Dec 2008 18:03:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/536739</guid>
		<description>This morning my pup pal Bobby passed away due to an infection.

Bobby had a great smile and a wond ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning my pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/412819">Bobby</a> passed away due to an infection.

Bobby had a great smile and a wonderful disposition.

He will be missed.

Shalom, my friend.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No way, no how!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/536615</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Dec 2008 10:45:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/536615</guid>
		<description>Our computer at home is still sick. I'm not sure exactly what Mother is waiting for - I have yet to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Our computer at home is still sick. I'm not sure exactly what Mother is waiting for - I have yet to hear of a computer that has miraculously healed thy self. She needs to take it to the professional computer doctors, but she keeps dragging her heels.

I suspect she is stalling on this because she <i>assumes</i> I will let her use my dogster page to update the world (or at least her facebook buddies) on her activities.

Uh. No.

This is my space sweetheart!

I don't care if she brings home the kibble.
I don't care if she keeps a roof over my head. 
I don't care if she is the one who pays for my dogster subscription.

Nope.

Move along Mother!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fortune-telling</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/535438</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Dec 2008 05:54:15 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/535438</guid>
		<description>Mother has decided that today is the day she will (finally!) try to take our Holiday Picture to be i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has decided that today is the day she will (finally!) try to take our Holiday Picture to be included in the Holiday Cards.

She has my Hanukkah collar out - complete with bells! - and the mantle set up so the boys can look festive sitting in front of it.

The Man saved some fajita chicken in order to bribe us to sit still.

The way I see it, I picture this ending with all of us pups walking away with a belly full of chicken, and Mother with not ONE usable picture.

Nice.

So, if any of you pups out there would like a holiday card from YOURS TRULY (and the rest of the family), send us your address. The picture included could be pretty funny!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Until next year!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/533410</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 06:30:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/533410</guid>
		<description>I had the humans all worked up. Cousins Angel and Lucy were staying with us for a few days.. Mother  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had the humans all worked up. Cousins Angel and Lucy were staying with us for a few days.. Mother was worried that my Alpha-dog, Only Bitch attitude would make an appearance.
Nope.
I was a perfect hostest! I growled once (ONCE!) at Angel when she first arrived, and that's it!

As you can see from the new pics... we did the Dallas Turkey Trot again this year! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486602">Roxy</a>,  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/484799">Maxwell</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486616">Kodi's</a> Mom did the Turkey Trot in their town. That Turkey Trot does not allow dogs!!! Can you imagine?!? So, their poor momma had to run an entire race with out her pups pulling her in everywhichway imaginable. She probably ran in a straight line at a constant pace, what with no one to pull on her arm and all. Sad, really.  Unlike their mom, we do not run. We walk, stroll and waddle (if you're a geriatric bassett hound - Lucy).  It really was super fun! PLUS, it gave us even more room for TURKEY!!!
I hafta say the bestest part of my Turkey Day is when all the humans were sitting at the (fancy) table and The Man started slicing the turkey. As he tried to scoop some of the stuffing out for Auntie Jenna, he noticed that he had left the turkey neck inside the turkey!! As he pulled it out, all the ladies at the table completely lost it! Apparently, an only-slightly-cooked turkey neck resembles something of the anatomic genre. It was really long, so the laughter continued. 
The Man (being the only man attending this dinner), ironically did not understand the laughter. 

So, now all the guests have left. I am now trying to regain some routine back in  my life.

That's all I's got.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home sweet home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/530992</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 09:52:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/530992</guid>
		<description>Mother is home. I am home. It seems that all is back to normal for the time being.
Based on the fac ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is home. I am home. It seems that all is back to normal for the time being.
Based on the fact that my tail is currently stick straight, Mother knows that I am still  more than a little bit peeved at my accomodations this past week.  Theonly other time my tail was this straight was after The Man threw me into the swimming pool for the first time. Not cool!!
Anywhoodle. I think both Mother and I would agree that this past week was one in which neither of us would like to repeat.  
<i>Apparently</i> The Man blames me for showing Maxwell how easy it is to jump the fence at the "low-part" and then run around the neighborhood. On Monday The Man had not one, not two, but THREE phone calls in his office telling him that his dogs were runnin' free. By the time he made it home that afternoon, both Max and I were sitting in the front yard, waiting to be let inside. Sam was playing the roll of kiss a$$ and stayed inside all day (although he did manage to poop quite a bit - inside). The Man tried to rig up a few contraptions in order to keep us in the yard - none worked. Finally after about the 5th phone call about us, he decided to crate some of us and tie others of us up outside.  It was decided that I would be tied up outside due to a one time incident of having a loose stool in the crate (hey, stress can do crazy things to your system, don't judge me!!!).  Yes, we all know that it is NOT A GOOD THING to tie up your dog outside! But, there were only so many crates, and so much patience left. 
Mother suspects that it was being tied up outside that has left me emotionally scarred. That and being forced to sleep in the living room, not the bedroom. 
So, for now I am sulking. I have a pathetic look on my face and continue to keep my tail straight, as opposed to the usual attractive curl. 
I may require counseling. I will let you know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This can't be good</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/528608</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:29:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/528608</guid>
		<description>We all stayed at The Man's house last night. He was &quot;on call&quot; - which, as far as I can tell, is a fa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We all stayed at The Man's house last night. He was "on call" - which, as far as I can tell, is a fancy way of saying we get pancakes Sunday morning. I don't really get the true meaning...

Anywhoodle. I snuggled with Mother as she clipped coupons from the Sunday paper. After awhile she packed up her stuff and was ready to leave. I ran to the front door, ready for a car ride myself. 

She left Sam and me in Crappy Town!!!

Apparently Mother is going to a dietitian conference thing this week. It can't be that great a place if they don't allow doggies too! She flys out tomorrow and will be gone for the entire week!! She <i>says</i> it's for her job. I guess once a year, 1 dietitian from each center flys to Scottsdale, AZ and they all put their heads together for 4 days straight and decide how they can whip the nurses into shape. I'm guessing that since they have had this tradition for the past 5 years, and as far as Mother can tell, the agenda is still the same, it's not that productive of a week. It sounds like a pretty ingenious way to write off her Starbucks addiction, if you ask me.  Mother, from what I can tell, isn't all that thrilled about going. The same agenda for 5 years?!? What a great way to waste time!!! Oh well, she looks like a champ for going.

So, for the next week, I'll be living with all the boys in my life. Following The Man's rules. Humph.  Wish me luck!

I'll catch ya on the flipside pupsters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wait a minute?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/527535</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 19:05:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/527535</guid>
		<description>Some pup pals have brought up a very good point...

If Sam can use his hips or head to open the Fr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Some pup pals have brought up a very good point...

If Sam can use his hips or head to open the French doors to let himself IN to the bathroom. Why couldn't he have done the same in order to let me OUT?!?

He's on my list.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Now, how did THAT happen?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/527343</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 08:57:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/527343</guid>
		<description>Sam was restless last night. He found a bone to chew on (Mother tries to put all of them away before ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sam was restless last night. He found a bone to chew on (Mother tries to put all of them away before bed to prevent the loud chomping noise). He jumped on the bed, anxious to play. He grunted.

Mother was mad!

As soon as she is woken up, the lady has to tinkle - regardless of the time. 

So, at about 1:00 this morning, Mother stomped into the bathroom, cursing Sammy the entire time. 
Now, the master bedroom/bathroom has French doors separating them. Mother has taken to closing them at night, due to Sam's insistence on rustling through everything he can find in the bathroom and closets located in the bathroom. The French doors don't have latches, they just close "firmly". 

Sam has found that if he rams into the French doors with either his hips or his head, he can usually bust into the bathroom and search for trouble. He tends to do this in the middle of the night when everyone else is sleeping, and he is bored. 

The sound of him throwing his body weight into the doors is enough to make Mother shout at him to "STOP IT!!!!!" Usually he does - she uses "The Tone".

Anywhoodle. Last night, after the tinkle episode, Mother tried to fall back asleep. At various points throughout the night, she kept hearing the tell-tale sound of somepup ramming into the doors, whimpering, and pawing at the doors to open. 

Yelling, cursing, and overall crankiness ensued.

As the sun came up this morning, Mother fell out of bed and noticed something strange... Sam was staring at her, anxious to play, yet there was still scratching at the French doors.

Yes.

Apparently, when Mother did her tinkling, I decided to follow her. Seeing as though Mother did not turn on any lights, she did not know that I was joining her.

The noises, scratching, whimpering, etc were from ME!

I was trapped in the Master Bathroom ALL NIGHT LONG!

It was fine though, 'cause Sam was the one getting into trouble. Kinda sweet, huh?

So, I was sprung. No injuries. Doubt I'll accompany Mother to the bathroom in the middle of the night anymore.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Did ya see? Did ya?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/526991</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 09:59:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/526991</guid>
		<description>My furbulous pup pals Ella and her Angel Sis Daisy sent me a pair of virtual pink Doggles!!! If you  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My furbulous pup pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> and her Angel Sis <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> sent me a pair of virtual pink Doggles!!! If you click on my pink ribbon rosette you'll see the fabulous picture :)

They are right, pink really is a good color on me :)

Thanks Ella and Daisy!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aww yeah!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/524369</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Nov 2008 10:05:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/524369</guid>
		<description>I'm thinking Izzy the Intimidator!! has a nice ring to it!!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm thinking <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533/diary/One_elluva_dog/524332">Izzy the Intimidator!!</a> has a nice ring to it!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Consequences</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/523600</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Nov 2008 17:59:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/523600</guid>
		<description>Yes, indeedy. There are consequences for not paying enough attention to me.
OR
Paying too much att ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes, indeedy. There are consequences for not paying enough attention to me.
OR
Paying too much attention to Sam.

This morning, Mother suffered those consequences.

As I'm sure you all know, Mother is in a fit about the possibility of Sammy <i>possibly</i>, <i>maybe</i>, <i>perhaps</i> having an obstruction. 

You eat a squeaky, you get an obstruction, that's just the way it is people!

Anyway, her attention to him this morning after his barfing incident, caused her to fall behind in her schedule. Once she realized the time, she quickly finished getting ready for work. In her haste to leave, she applied her make-up quickly. A little too quickly.

Mother recently started using <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.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P174211&shouldPaginate=true&categoryId=3990">O-Glow Intuitive Cheek Color</a>. You rub it into your skin and it develops into a nice shade of subtle pink - supposedly suitable for all skin tones. The catch is you have to rub it in completely or else you end up with a whore-ish like pink on your cheeks.

Well, add too-little-rubbed-in cheek color, with her faboo new red lip stain and you have a Mother that looks like a hooker.

**Disclaimer** Not that there is anything wrong with being a hooker! That statement was not meant to offend any hookers out there. Hookers of the world, please don't take that statement out of context - I love hookers!!! 

Ahem - sorry.

Anyway. Mother didn't have a chance to look in the mirror too closely as she was heading out the door to work. It was only after she had been at work for an hour or so and took a time-out to pee pee, that she noticed her make-up faux pas.

HA!

Try as she might, the cheek color had set. The red lip stain was stained. She looked ridiculous!

Serves her right, if you ask me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am IT baby!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/523057</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Nov 2008 12:48:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/523057</guid>
		<description>Louie tagged me.

I must now share 7 facts about me... I'm a bit stumped as my life is essentially ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a> tagged me.

I must now share 7 facts about me... I'm a bit stumped as my life is essentially an open book.

Thinking, thinking, thinking...

1. I am a natural blonde. The highlights and lowlights are natural too. Eat your heart out!!

2. When it comes down to it, I'd really rather snuggle with Mother than take over the world. However, what with all the other dogs in the house, it'll be easier to take over the world than try to snag some alone time with Mother.

3. I snore - occasionally.

4. Mother has tried to teach me "shake". Seems stupid. When am I EVER going to have to shake someone's hand? It's not like I'm going on the political trail and will have to shake hands and kiss babies!! Teach me something useful woman!

5. I like to sing along to the fire engines and police cars. I'm pretty good too, if I do say so myself... which I do.

6. Somedays I wish Mother would leave the television set tuned to NBC so I can catch up on Days of Our Lives.

7. My favorite color is blue...?

I'll get back to you with who I plan to tag. 

Wait for it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fall is in the air!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/521235</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 12:26:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/521235</guid>
		<description>This morning on my AM walk, I pooped.

It was a steaming poop. Yes. That can only mean one thing.. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning on my AM walk, I pooped.

It was a steaming poop. Yes. That can only mean one thing... FALL IS HERE!

The temps have dropped enough that the outside temp and my internal temp are different enough to cause my poop to steam.

I think my method is better than that stupid groudhog thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aww shucks!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/521172</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 09:00:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/521172</guid>
		<description>You pups are just the bestest!

Thanks for the paw mails and rosettes letting me know that I am lo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups are just the bestest!

Thanks for the paw mails and rosettes letting me know that I am loved (or at least tolerated...).  :)

Fattys, skinnys, honkeys, GLBTs - I love ya all, you eff-ers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On being politcally correct</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/520833</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 07:55:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Apparently a few (one in particular) people (NOT a dog - dogs are waaaaaay more sensible) were offen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <i>Apparently</i> a few (one in particular) people (NOT a dog - dogs are waaaaaay more sensible) were offended by my use of the word <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/459397">fatty</a>. 

Yeah.

Apparently by using the word "fatty" (waaaay back in May) I have offended people (person) on the highest of levels.
Fatty - one who is fat. Is it a secret if one is fat? Doubt it. What pup amongst us has not, as some point in our doggie lives carried a bit too much junk in our trunk? 

Anywhoodle. This got me to thinking about other words I may have used at some point that might get the humans all riled up (over nothing, if I say so myself).
The following are other words that may not be as politically correct as some pups would like:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/483295">Bitch</a>.  Also known as "bee-yotch". I obviously use this word in only the truest of meanings - female dog. Any assumption that I use this word to mean something else... well, that's just wrong  ;)

and

"Eff-ing". I may not have used this term in my diary, but I'm fairly certain I may have used this word in paw-mails at some point. <i>Clearly</i> this word is short for "flipping", as in pancakes. Again, those of you who would be offended, thinking I would use this word to mean something much more sinister and vulgar -well, shame on you! 

So, to any and all pup pals who may have been offended by my use of the word "fatty", "bitch", or "eff-ing" - sincere apologies.  :)

Now, to those of you who are not pup pals and merely take random sentences from my blog and post them completely out of context in order to show that I, Izzy, am indeed a bad pup...
Well
"Eff" you "be-yotch".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Change is in the air.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/520506</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 10:13:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You pups KNOW how I feel about change!

Mother has finally made it through all of her training/ori ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups KNOW how I feel about change!

Mother has finally made it through all of her training/orientation for her new job. During all of the training her schedule was 9-5:30. I can dig it. Worked out well for the Izmeister. My breakfast was served at a more decent hour of 7:00 (as opposed to 5:30 with her old job), and Mother made it home by 6:00, plenty of time to take me for my evening stroll before dinner was served.

Well. That is all about to change.  Her new schedule is 11-9:30 4 days per week (her day off rotates week to week). This sounded good enough. A little more sleeps for Izzy. Plenty more time in the AM for walkies and fetch. That, I can wrap my brain around. Apparently, though, the evenings are about to go to h-e-l-l in a handbasket. When she said she wouldn't be home until almost 10:00, I thought she was joking. She was not, apparently, joking.

Sigh.

So now my evenings are going to be all kinds of messed up. Dinner will be late. Depending on the temperature outside, I may or MAY NOT receive my evening walkie. 
And who knows when we'll play our evening game of fetch!!!

If it was up to me, I would have Mother's schedule be 11:00 - 5:30. That way I can still have plenty of attention in the morning, enough "alone time" during the day, and Mother would still be home at a respectable hour.

Alas, no one asked me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>She did it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/518554</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 07:08:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Nubby Puppy (Nubella, if you want to be formal) made it to 2500 views!! 

Yippie!

She gave me a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a> (Nubella, if you want to be formal) made it to 2500 views!! 

Yippie!

She gave me a diamond in celebration!

She gave a rainbow star to Pongo (she lurves him).

Maxwell and Sam each received a star as well.

She even wrote a separate note for all of us!

Nubby is so cool! I especially like how she is a trendsetter in terms of wearing her bee antenna - slight to the side. 

Very chic!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Abuse!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/518171</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 07:11:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have said this many-a-time before... I like routine. Fortunately, Mother does as well. 
So, imagi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have said this many-a-time before... I like routine. Fortunately, Mother does as well. 
So, imagine my surprise when last night (a SCHOOL NIGHT, no less) Mother gets all fancied up and leaves us after dinner. 
Yes! Left us dogs at home, on a Sunday night!
I was not happy.

Apaprently Mother went to a concert. I won't even tell you the name of the band she saw in concert...it's way too embarrasing. She cajoled a few of her girlfriends to go along with her (The Man was <i>conveniently</i> out of town).

She came home about 11:30, voice rasping from screaming like a 12-year-old girl. Yes, she looked happy. But it's not about Mother, it's about me.

She left us alone pups! Without Mother, there was no one available to change the television station so we could watch horribly trashy t.v. shows (Snapped and Cops are 2 of our Sunday night standbys).  Who would rub my ears and scritch my neck whenever the mood struck me?!? No one, that's who!

The Man came over to pick up Maxwell. Yet another blow to Izzy's routine.

My sleep schedule was disrupted as well.

I hope this does not turn into a regular event!

I shall have a word with her about her job performance.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Nickname!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/516831</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 08:13:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Sunny Lee said she may start calling me &quot;Glass A$$&quot;.

I like it.

Even if I hadn't eaten some gl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunny Lee said she may start calling me "Glass A$$".

I like it.

Even if I hadn't eaten some glass, I think it's appropriate.

Rock on!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The poop scoop.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/516771</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 07:10:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/516771</guid>
		<description>It's all good furiends!

No strange poo.

No bloody poo.

Just your average run-of-the-mill po ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's all good furiends!

No strange poo.

No bloody poo.

Just your average run-of-the-mill poo.

We seem to be all okay - in terms of poo, that is.

Thanks for all of your prayers for our poo!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Danger Schmanger</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/516511</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 14:31:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is all kinds of freaking out today.

She left us to our own devices yesterday, with nary a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is all kinds of freaking out today.

She left us to our own devices yesterday, with nary a Kong to chew on.  What's a dog to do?!?

She already put the couch cushions away after she saw Sam eyeing them fondly. So Sam was bored as well.

Then, I remembered... Mother had not put away the jar of peanut butter she had used the night before.

I called in my trusty (and long-legged) side-kick to help. Suddenly... CRASH!!!

The jar is (was) glass! Ohhh, shards of glass everywhere. But, more importantly, peanut butter for all!!!

When Mother came home from work and set out to take us for our walk, she noticed that there were pieces of strange materials in the entryroom (that would be the label and parts of the jar).

After the walk, she cleaned up the glass and tried to estimate how much was still missing. She figured about 95% of it was still on the floor when she came home, but freaked out nonetheless.

We were carefully watched all night. All poopies were closely inspected for blood (or glass).  So far, no problems. 

By the way, for those of you interested, Sam and I managed to slurp up every last ounce of peanut butter before Mother came home. Had it not been for the remnants of the jar, she never would have known.

The watching continues...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Efficiency is not all it's cracked up to be</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/515648</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 06:59:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Max stayed with us this weekend. Apparently Mother made a grooming appointment for both Sam and Max  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max stayed with us this weekend. Apparently Mother made a grooming appointment for both Sam and Max on Saturday morning. She loaded all of us into the car and after a few moments of wrestling with me to stay in the car, was able to get Sam and Max out of the car and into the groomers.

Mother and I then had the morning free! We ran a few errands. One of us stuck our head out the window and let the wind whip through our ears. The other of us purchased a chai tea latte and then idiodically left it in the car while she dropped something off. The <i>other</i> of us helped ourselves to the latte. By "helping ourselves" I mean picked up the cup and spilled it on the seat.

Once we arrived home, we settled in for some quality time. There were no boys! Woo-hoo! I ran, played and jumped. No one was interferring with my fun!  Eventually Mother and I settled on the couch for some TiVo and snuggling. Heaven! Just as I was getting used to having Mother all to myself, the groomer called informing us that the boys were ready to be picked up.

Phooey!

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shalom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/514287</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Oct 2008 13:14:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is my day of rest.

I am making Sam type this for me.

He's rather unreliable in terms of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is my day of rest.

I am making Sam type this for me.

He's rather unreliable in terms of spell check and whatnot.

I cannot believe he actually typed that.

Or that.

What a doof.

Wow.

Anyway...

Shalom, dear friends, Shalom.

Izzy - your Jewish Princess]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Taking one for the team</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/513132</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Oct 2008 13:17:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Well, as Echo mentioned in her diary (WHY are you not pup pals with her yet?!?), the Wrath of Izzy s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, as <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747/diary/Echo_can_you_hear_me_now/513089">Echo</a> mentioned in her diary (WHY are you not pup pals with her yet?!?), the Wrath of Izzy shall befall those who do not join in support of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/182853/in/stroll/">Jarvis</a> having to endure not only wearing a lampshade, but having his mom take photos as well. 

Let's all make Jarvis feel better and post embarrasing photos of ourselves. This way he isn't alone in his suffering.

I, myself, would post pictures of me, but there just 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3531951">aren't</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/1771389">any</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/2294810">embarrassing</a>

pictures of me out there.

Not a one.

Love you Jarvis!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My day is coming...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/513081</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Oct 2008 10:51:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>One day last month (Spetember 2nd, to be precise), Mother approached me and asked me to help her wit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One day last month (Spetember 2nd, to be precise), Mother approached me and asked me to help her with some trival task she was trying to complete. I looked at her and stated very clearly, "Look at the calendar lady. It's Ramadan, my day of rest. Can't help ya out. Gotta rest. It's required."

Mother looked at me with a quizical/irritated look and replied with, "First of all, I saw you eat your breakfast after the sun came up, secondly, I saw you eat the treat this morning that I left out for you last night, and most importantly, you're Jewish, not Muslim. So let's go. Get up. Chop. Chop."

Curses! 

Well, as luck would have it (not that the Jewish people, as a whole, have been the luckiest people in the history of mankind), Yom Kippur approacheth this week.

Leviticus 23:27 decrees that Yom Kippur is a strict day of rest (and of fasting).

Five additional prohibitions are traditionally observed, as detailed in the Jewish oral tradition:

Eating and drinking  (this could be tricky)
Wearing leather shoes (not a problem, even my swanky new collar is leather free)
Bathing/washing (AMEN sistah!) 
Anointing oneself with perfumes or lotions (mm'kay)
Sexual relations (fine, whatever)

I plan on strictly observing the whole "day of rest" thing, escpecially 'cause I was jipped out of the Rosh Hashana day of rest last month. 

I'm thinking if I am vigilant enough with the day of rest, maybe I could tip toe my way around the "fasting during the day" thing...?

Yes?

Perhaps I should do a little more reflection on my faith while I rest.
Perhaps. 

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Focus!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/512032</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Oct 2008 06:49:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Something very disturbing/irritating happened on our walk last evening.

All was well, I was trott ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Something very disturbing/irritating happened on our walk last evening.

All was well, I was trotting along, peeing on everything. Sam was trotting along, peeing on nothing.

Up ahead we see a wee person and her owner. The wee person appeared to be about 3 or 4 years old. She and her male owner were outside collecting acorns.

As we approached we heard the typical wee person cry, "Doggie!" 

Normally we all just smile and nod and continue on. Well, apparently both Mother and Sam were feeling very friendly. We stopped to play with the wee person.

Sam suddenly was all cutsie and polite. He laid down so she could pet him, was very gentle, and gave her a few kisses. The humans loved it. 

I, on the other hand, had better things to do. You cannot expect to take over the world if you spend your time outdoors playing with wee people. I have a mission to accomplish! I will not be sidetracked! 
The overall impression I gave off was one of impatience and slight irritation. Sam continued with his love fest for a few more minutes (show off!). Eventually, after, like, 10 hours!, Mother decided we had best continue on our walk.  Sam gave a few farewell kisses, I gave 'em the best shot of my booty as I walked away.

Maybe Sam will not be the best comrade after all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Win-win</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/510831</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:01:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother started her new job today. Overall, it's a good situation for the Izmeister.
Before she star ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother started her new job today. Overall, it's a good situation for the Izmeister.
Before she started her new job, Mother had to wake up prior to the butt-crack of dawn. This meant I was forced to eat my breakfast at a very inconvenient time. No sooner had I finished my morning nosh than I would return to my bed and continue with my beauty rest (you may <i>think</i> it's easy maintaining this level of beauty, but really, it is quite difficult).
So, I would have to wake up before I was ready, eat before I really wanted to, and THEN Mother would come home after work with her face all scrunched up, spewing vile language.  This made it  not very pleasant for me.

I need peace. I need serenity. I need attention.
I was not receiving any of the above with the old job situation.

Now, apparently with the new job situation, I can and will receive all of my demands.

This morning, Mother woke up at a more civilized hour. She took us for a walkie prior to breakfast and then allowed us to eat our morning meal at a much more reasonable hour.

When she came home this evening, her face was not scrunchy, and she spewed forth very few vile words.

Overall, an improvement on my care.

I could get used to this.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The insanity must stop!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508826</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:42:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>The cleaning ladies are coming over today. You know what that means?

Yup.

Mother spent last ni ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The cleaning ladies are coming over today. You know what that means?

Yup.

Mother spent last night cleaning the house.

Heaven forbid the cleaning ladies have to pick up stuffing from our toys!

Oh, goodness, they certainly cannot be expected to fold the towels left on the kitchen table!

The dirty dishes left in the sink...? Rinsed and put in the dishwasher, lest the cleaning ladies develop dishpan hands.

The carpet cleaning dudes are coming over tomorrow.

Does this mean she will spend tonight steam cleaning the carpets???]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't I look Faboo?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508435</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 05:57:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508435</guid>
		<description>I received a package yesterday!

It was addressed to MOI!

Mother helped me open it on account o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I received a package yesterday!

It was addressed to MOI!

Mother helped me open it on account of the whole "thumbs issue".

What rested inside MY envelope... a fantastical new collar from everypups favorite grrrl <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> and her peeps!!

I have posted a few pics of me modeling the new collar for your viewing pleasure. 

In  most of the pictures I was focusing on my chew bone, so my look is more of a "I'm too sexy for this picture" thing.

Enjoy!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508143</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 09:02:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is clear that in her old age, Mother is losing her ability to prioritize.

On Saturday she came ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is clear that in her old age, Mother is losing her ability to prioritize.

On Saturday she came home from a morning of running errands (without me!!) with bags of stuff.

Groceries. Boring, yet not unexpected.

A new day planner. Again, boring.

AND - a bag of "stuff", from some place called Gymboree.

Curious. My highly evolved brain quickly deduced that this Gymboree store sells stuff for babies and toddlers. HUMAN babies and toddlers!

We have none of those in our immediate family. And, let me point out, there is no possibility of there being any of <i>those</i> in our immediate family.

What was going on?!?

Mother was all giddy. She opened the bag and showed The Man what she had purchased...
A pair of pink jammies with monkeys sewn on.
A cream-colored onesie with "Bonjour" sewn on the collar
A pair of pink suede booties
and
A pair of pink and brown socks with MORE MONKEYS!!

Apparently Mother's step-brother and wifey just found out the baby they are having is a girl.

Add that to the fact that Gymboree was having a sale, and viola! You have craziness.

All that money spent on something other than me...
It's a cryin' shame.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Immitation is the sincerest form of flattery</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508091</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:36:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/508091</guid>
		<description>Did you see?

Did you see what Young Grasshopper (aka - Echo)posted over the weekend?

Aww!

T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Did you see?

Did you see what <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747/diary/Echo_can_you_hear_me_now/507223">Young Grasshopper</a> (aka - Echo)posted over the weekend?

Aww!

They grow up so fast!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doing my dirty work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/507070</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 06:30:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sam is fitting in rather nicely. Most of the time I simply ignore him, but some of the time I find h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sam is fitting in rather nicely. Most of the time I simply ignore him, but some of the time I find him entertaining. 

Also, he's good for doing my bidding...

Mom left for work in a rush yesterday.  She did not give us our yogurt/kibble frozen treat prior to her departure. 

Mistake.

Soon after she left, the young lad and I ran out of things to do. It was then that I remembered his knack for counter surfing.  I prompted Sam to do a recon mission and report back as to what he saw on the counters.

A few minutes later, he returned ready to give a full report:
1. Aluminum foil covering something.
2. A drinking glass
3. 2 knives
4. A LOOFA DOG!!
5. A toy sent by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Sunny</a>!!
6. The Furminator
7. An update from Fidelity regarding what is left of Mom's IRA.

Wow.

I sent young Sam back to the kitchen to retrieve those items.

I was rather resentful that Mother was holding out in terms of the toys. I mean, they are toys! Who does she think she is?  Rationing out the toys like she is the boss or something, that's just wrong! <i>I</i> will be the one who decides when I am ready for more toys, NOT Mother!

So, the remainder of the day was spent destroying/shredding/playing with the items previously stored on the counter.

Loofa Dog survived the day with only minor damage. The toy fox from Sunny is now missing a few pieces. The knife and drinking glass were deemed to be booooring, and left on the floor (!!). The aluminum foil was shredded and will soon make a repeat performance in one way or another. Shockingly, the foil was covering up chocolate cupcakes, but it was decided that the foil would be more interesting than gluten-free cupcakes.

The Fidelity update was also shredded. We did that as a favor to Mother, really.

This whole ordeal should teach her a lesson about leaving us alone without our Kongs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad fur day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/506121</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Sep 2008 13:19:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Something strange is happening to my fur. I've developed a rather large and long cowlick by my neck. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Something strange is happening to my fur. I've developed a rather large and long cowlick by my neck.

It's rather unnerving. All of the sudden... POOF! Swirly and wiry fur. 

We've tried Furminating me. No luck.

Conditioning. Nope.

Donning a faboo fall coat. Not really my style.

Sigh.

I really shouldn't complain. I mean, it's not like it detracts from my obvious beauty. It just adds another layer to the mysteries of Izzy.

I shall tell people it's all a part of my Devil May Care Attitude! Yes! That's right - I'm too cool to care what my fur looks like. You? You obviously are bound by society's rules about what constitutes proper fur fashion.

I am cool beyond my years, I have decided.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh blah de, oh blah dah</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/504615</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 05:51:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Life goes on.. or something to that effect.

My beautiful pup pal Priscilla was concerned about Me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life goes on.. or something to that effect.

My beautiful pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/573774">Priscilla</a> was concerned about Me vs. Hurricane Ike.

We live in North Texas - closer to Oklahoma actually - so we are far out of the way of Ike and his destruction. The worst we will receive would be some slightly heavy wind and rain. I can take it! Show us what you got big guy!!!

We'll be fine pup pals! 

I did read in the newspaper this morning (whilst I was drinking my latte with CNN on in the background), that the American Red Cross is desperate for donations. Apparently the slew of disasters (natural and otherwise) has pretty much wiped out their funds.
So, for those of you pup pals with access to your peeps credit cards... 
<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://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main">click here to help</a>.

Later pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Careful what you wish for</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/503868</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Sep 2008 07:43:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I knew my evening routine would be messed up as soon as Mother walked in the door last night.
The f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I knew my evening routine would be messed up as soon as Mother walked in the door last night.
The first words out of her mouth were, "Why does it smell like dookie in here?"

Sam.
Sam is the reason it smelled like dookie.

The majority of the evening was spent with Mother jammin' to her iPod whilst she steam cleaned all the carpets.

When she <i>finally</i> finished I tried repeatedly to give her my best <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/2528078">Please Can We Play Fetch Nooooow - face</a>.
It worked.

Unfortunately, the carpets and the kitchen floor were still damp (yeah, the kitchen floor had to be scrubbed too...).

Oh well. I wasn't going to let that get in the way of some serious fun!

We were off! For the next 10 minutes Sam and I ran, jumped, pounced and skidded all over the house. Poor kid doesn't have much experience with using his brakes, so he skid more than I.

Eventually the game was called on account of Mother wanting to avoid any injuries. It was slippery!

I do enjoy fetch, I just enjoy it more when the playing surfaces are dry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dum dum dah dah!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/503459</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Sep 2008 05:51:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Ladies and gentlepups - 

May I present to you...

The Surprise!!!

Feel free to clap wildly. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ladies and gentlepups - 

May I present to you...

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/877130">The Surprise!!!</a>

Feel free to clap wildly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gee Whiz!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/503184</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Sep 2008 11:23:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Puppers, puppers, puppers!

A secret is a secret. I cannot tell! But, I do appreciate any and all  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Puppers, puppers, puppers!

A secret is a secret. I cannot tell! But, I do appreciate any and all attempts to bribe me into sharing the secret (thanks <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a>!!).

While the actual secret will not be revealed until tomorrow... I shall dispense with some of the rumors regarding said secret:

1. Sadly, the secret has nothing to do with Mother and the prospect of a new job -  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472">Addison</a>.

2. I am not having puppies <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/182853">Jarvis</a>!! My girlie bits are long gone, and besides, I like my personal space to remain just that, personal.

3. The secret also has nothing to do with whether The Man is or is not actually a woman, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Sunny</a>.  Hee hee.

4. While it's true that Max's golf game isn't always up to par (har, har, I kill me!), my super cool secret is in no way related to Max's golf game, as <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/664351">Nali</a> suggested. 

5.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a> suggested that my secret may have something to do with my attempt at  world domination - not really. No. 

Finally,
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472">Addison</a> also suggested that the secret may have something to do with any current or future plans Mother and The Man have regarding The Future - no, thankyouverymuch!

So, you'll just have to keep your Squirty Shorts on and wait until tomorrow dear friends.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shhh.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/503089</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Sep 2008 05:39:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I have a secret!

It's a pretty good one too.

Yup.

A secret. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a secret!

It's a pretty good one too.

Yup.

A secret.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Am I alone here?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/502031</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Sep 2008 07:03:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/502031</guid>
		<description>This creeps me out.

It ain't right! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <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.dog.com/item/harem-dog-costume/">This</a> creeps me out.

It ain't right!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wonder of wonders</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/501641</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Sep 2008 05:34:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Loofa Dog managed to survive my day alone with him.

I stared at him.
Contemplated ripping his in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Loofa Dog managed to survive my day alone with him.

I stared at him.
Contemplated ripping his innards out.
Decided against it.

I like him. He's good at listening. So, instead of ripping him apart, I bared my soul. I told Loofa Dog all about the trials and tribulations associated with being me. 
He listened carefully. Never judging. Just listening.

It was nice to share.

Then Maxwell came over and ripped his head off.

Half of Loofa Dog remains. The half that honks.
I suppose it's better than nothing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rules Schmules</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/501287</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Sep 2008 06:48:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother picked us up yesterday after work. She saw us and immediately did that high-pitched squealing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother picked us up yesterday after work. She saw us and immediately did that high-pitched squealing thing. It was embarrassing.
The car ride home was rather uneventful. Maxwell dozed in the backseat whilst I took over as The Navigator. I squeezed my head in between Mother's seat and the car door and stared at the road ahead the entire time. I would occasionally lick her ear to let her know she was doing an okay job of driving. 
Once we arrived safely at home (you're welcome), Mother provided us with a small bit of water. Small bit. I guess she didn't want us to up-chuck the water from drinking it too fast. Whatever woman! I AM THIRSTY!
I was hoping to be provided with some sustenance in the way of some steak or salmon (grilled, with a bit of seasoning, thank you). Instead Mother again decided to wait a bit in order to allow us time to "calm down".
So, we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
<i>Finally</i> she uttered those magic words: Are you ready for dinner?
I ran to the kitchen, anxiously awaiting my gourmet meal.
I was given a bowl of kibble.
What was even more shocking was the fact that I was expected to <i>sit</i> before I was allowed to eat.
Excuse me lady?
For the past 4 days I have been allowed to eat my food without having to sit. I am no one's pansy! Gimme my food!

Max was the first to crumble.
He sat like a sucker.

My battle of wills continued with Mother. The next 4 seconds we stared at each other. Yes. 4 seconds. It felt like an eternity.
Finally, I acquiesced and sat. 

The rest of the night, the rules were few and far between. Max and I gladly jumped on the bed and took our positions before Mother had a chance to claim any of the bed as hers. 

You win some, you lose some.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ohhhh!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/499376</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 07:03:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Someone left Loofa Dog on the floor this morning!

Normally this certain someone puts Loofa Dog up ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <i>Someone</i> left Loofa Dog on the floor this morning!

Normally this certain <i>someone</i> puts Loofa Dog up out of  my reach during the day so I cannot methodically yanks his innards out.

<i>Someone</i> is probably wondering what my plans for Loofa Dog are today.

Yup. Just me and Loofa Dog. Staring at eachother. All. Day. Long.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My weekend!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/499357</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 05:57:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Apparently I am going to my favorite doggie hotel this weekend. You know, the one where I am Legend! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Apparently I am going to my favorite doggie hotel this weekend. You know, the one where <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/493912">I am Legend</a>!!

Max and I will be dropped off tomorrow morning. The parentals are going to some <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.lakeaustin.com/#">Fancy Schmancy Spa Resort</a> for the long weekend.

Mother is celebrating some sort of birthday (shhhh - she'll be 30 on Monday.... shhhh!), so The Man is whisking her away for some Zen.

Whatever.

As long as I am treated like a princess, I don't care what the parentals do or where they go....
As long as they remember to come pick me up on Monday!!!

Catch ya on the flip side!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mine! Mine! Mine!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/498265</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 05:30:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/498265</guid>
		<description>I got mail on Saturday! The key word is &quot;I&quot; - meaning it was addressed to ME! 

Ella sent me my ve ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got mail on Saturday! The key word is "I" - meaning it was addressed to ME! 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> sent me my very own <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3922780">Yellow Loofa Dog</a>!!!!!

Ohhh, I loves it so! Since it was <i>clearly</i> addressed to me, I did not feel the need to share it with Max, no matter how <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3922785">pathetic he looked</a>. 

This is the bestest toy ever! One end squeaks, the other honks like a duck. It's schweet!

Mother had to rain on my parade and "put it up" after awhile. She said it would be nice if the toy lasted longer than a few minutes. So, now Loofa Dog is only allowed to come out and play when Mother is home and can supervise his disemboweling. 
So. Not. Cool. 

Thanks Ella and Peeps! You Rock!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sad day for Mother</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/497261</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 09:20:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>In order to spare my dear friends all of the details, I shall just cut to the chase - Mother just fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In order to spare my dear friends all of the details, I shall just cut to the chase - Mother just found out that all of her favorite sugar free syrups from Starbucks contain gluten.

Her skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte was the only thing that motivated her to get her sad little butt out of bed in the morning.

Now, it looks like that responsibility falls on my shoulders. 

Gah. 

This news does not bode well for a nice weekend.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shake it off! Shake it off!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/496778</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 06:18:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/496778</guid>
		<description>Last night's fetch competition was quite fierce! Maxwell showed up with his A Game. I had to step it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night's fetch competition was quite fierce! Maxwell showed up with his A Game. I had to step it up in order to be a formidable opponent. 

He ran. I ran. He jumped. I (tried to) jumped. It was a close match.
The Man decided to throw a "curve ball" and toss the squeaky into the kitchen. We were off! Maxwell ended up finding it first. He took his victory lap - he <i>always</i> does this - and made his way back to the starting blocks (i.e. the living room). 
I, on the other hand, did not return as quickly. I heard Mother wonder out loud what was taking me so long. Soon enough she had her answer. I limped back to the starting blocks, ready to go again.
Mother was worried. I had apparently pulled a muscle in my rear, passenger side leg. I limped and limped. Eventually I assumed my "starting position", with a slight lean so as to avoid putting pressure on the injured leg. I was not going to let a muscle pull keep me from whoopin' Maxwell!

Mother and The Man decided the game was over on account of my injury. I was pretty peeved. 
"Put me back in coach!" I kept yelling. I walked around trying to walk off the pain. No dice. The game was over.

I did manage to snag some lovin' from Mother, though. She hoisted me up on the couch and massaged my leg.
Soon enough I was back in tip top shape. Unfortunately, Max and The Man had already left.

I'm being more careful about stretching now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Visitors!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/496441</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:36:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/496441</guid>
		<description>We had company last night!!!

We never have company (with the exception of the esteemed Chairman a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had company last night!!!

We <i>never</i> have company (with the exception of the esteemed Chairman and his biped) - so this was really exciting.

Mother was in the process of drying her hair. The doorbell rang, she ignored it. Living alone, she's careful not to open the door when she isn't expecting someone.

The doorbell rang again. She ignored it. I barked. The hair drying continued.

About 5 minutes later, she heard a knock. Admiting defeat, and armed with her quick wit and bony elbows, she opened the door to see two of her neighbors standing there.

Apparently they had decided to make the rounds and meet and greet the neighbors.

Ohhh! I could smell right away that they are "dog people", so I laid on the charm.

The humans sat on the couch and chatted for awhile. All the time I wandered from one person to the next, begging for some scritches.
I provided my best "please pet me, I am sooo neglected" face.

It worked. I was scritched non-stop for at least 30 minutes.  Sweet. I liked the attention so much that I decided to shed an incredible amount onto neighbor lady 1's blue shirt.  I'm sure she appreciated it. 

I love company!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Power of the Paw, please</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/495610</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:42:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/495610</guid>
		<description>My very sweet pup pal Callie is very, very sick.
Her momma is worried. Callie's brother Raffles jus ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My very sweet pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574791">Callie</a> is very, very sick.
Her momma is worried. Callie's brother Raffles just joined everyone at the Rainbow Bridge not 3 months ago. To have another furbaby get sick so soon after losing one is just really unfair.

Please send all pawsitive thoughts, vibes, prayers, etc you can spare to Callie and her momma.  

Power of the Paw!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>R.I.P.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/494593</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 06:14:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/494593</guid>
		<description>My favorite Big Yellow Squeaky has passed on.

The tragic events unfolded last night. The tug-of-w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My favorite <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/video/345061/you_think_this_is_funny">Big Yellow Squeaky</a> has passed on.

The tragic events unfolded last night. The tug-of-war match that Max and I had during a rousing game of fetch with the beloved Big Yellow Squeaky <i>may</i> have contributed to its untimely demise. 

This squeaky holds a special place in my heart. It has lasted longer than any previous squeaky - due, in part I'm sure, to it's larger size. 

How the Big Yellow Squeaky came into my life was a fluke really. The pet store was out of our standard regular sized squeakys, so a larger one was substituted. Oh! It was love at first squeak!

The last month I have had the honor of fetching the Big Yellow Squeaky has been one of the best months of my life.

I will miss you Big Yellow Squeaky!

God Speed!

God Speed...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh no he dinnit!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/494231</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 08:59:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Max has been staying with us this past week. The Man is with his furless children for a few days on  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max has been staying with us this past week. The Man is with his furless children for a few days on the East Coast and then to Michigan for his family reunion. He should be back on Sunday. 
Without The Man here to take Maxwell running, he (Max, that is) is becoming quite <i>randy</i>.
Oh, is that a pillow?!? 
Oh, is that a leg?!? 
Oh, is that a stuffie?!?

All night last night Mother kept yelling at Max to "knock it off you perv!"
"Maxwell, stop it! Ick! Go away!"
Etc, etc.

He <i>thought</i> he had found the perfect target... me.

I could sense him approaching.

He tried it once.

Just once.

I don't think he'll try it again.

Pervert.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Infamous</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/493912</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 14:12:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/493912</guid>
		<description>Mother called and made reservations for Max and myself at the doggie boarding facility (the same one ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother called and made reservations for Max and myself at the doggie boarding facility (the same one we stayed at last time - the one that does NOT charge extra for playtime!!!).

She and The Man will be out of town for a long weekend at the end of the month. <i>Someone</i> has to look after me and make sure I am treated with respect...

Anywhoodle - when she called and gave them our names, the reservation lady said, "Oh! I remember Izzy...!"

I took that to mean that the reservation lady clearly remembers my obvious beauty; appreciated my knack for entertaining others; and loved me!!!

Mother isn't so sure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I never said I was a gracious host</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/493038</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 06:49:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/493038</guid>
		<description>I have very little to say about this past weekend, except the following:

I don't like other femal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have very little to say about this past weekend, except the following:

I don't like other female dogs in my house. I do have fond memories of Cousin Angel and I playing and romping back when she lived with us for a few months, years ago. She has since grown into a grumpy old dog, I have since refined my snarl.  I had very little use for her and her incessant barking this weekend.

Baer can go back home to Louisiana as far as I care. She has waaaaay too much energy. And, to add insult to injury, she bitch-slapped me!
Yes! Me! She tried to play with me, I snarled, she bopped my on my nose. The humans found it very funny.  I.Did.Not.

I guess at one point my snarling and general poopy attitude bought me some time <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3879390">in the slammer</a>. Fine. Anything to get me away from the madness.

I spent the rest of the weekend chewing on my new toy (Thanks Auntie [to be!!] Jenna) with my back turned to everyone.

Bah.

Mother tried to make it up to me (and Max) by letting us run free in the park by The Man's house, and then allowing me to stalk the Blue Monster for awhile.

Everyone is gone.

Good.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Can it be true???</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/491379</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Aug 2008 13:07:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/491379</guid>
		<description>The weather has cooled down to a rather brisk 98 degrees here in good ol' Texas - at least in my par ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The weather has cooled down to a rather brisk 98 degrees here in good ol' Texas - at least in <i>my part</i> of Texas. 

This is the first day in almost 2 weeks that the temperature was not in the 100's.

You know what this means???

A walkie for Izzy!!

Yes! Mother has promised me a walk once she returns home from work.

The only downside is she insists on trying a personal Pilates class before she comes home, so she will probably be in less than perfect shape (again) once she finally arrives home.

My walk may be shortened because of her decrepit musculoskeletal system.

I will hold on to hope, that all will be well!

Oh, also...
I figured out the <i>meaning</i> of Dexter's (Nova Bright Star, that is) latest diary entry. But I remain stumped as to the purpose of that particular title... Any help?
As far as I can gather, maybe it has something to do with the Bipedess' well-timed and "very good" retort...? Maybe?
Help.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One down, a million to go.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/490949</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Aug 2008 13:12:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/490949</guid>
		<description>Mother sent off her first letter today. The recipient was PetsMart.  

Read this and tell me this  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother sent off her first <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/482606">letter</a> today. The recipient was PetsMart.  

Read <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://petshotel.petsmart.com/doggie-day-camp/requirements.shtml">this</a> and tell me this doesn't reek of doggie profiling to you!!

So basically, if you are honored to have any characteristic of a "bully" breed, it is assumed you are unsuitable for any type of interaction with other dogs?!?

Really?

Buh-bye PetsMart.

If I had a middle finger, I'd flip ya the bird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Appeasing the sleeping goddess</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/489791</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Aug 2008 08:55:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/489791</guid>
		<description>Max and I were ready to roll this morning. 
We waited.
The Sleeping Goddess continued her slumber. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max and I were ready to roll this morning. 
We waited.
The Sleeping Goddess continued her slumber.
It was 7:00!!
Why she insisted on sleeping any more was a mystery.
Max and I thought, perhaps if we offered sacrifices to the Sleeping Goddess she would awaken, and thus, feed us.

So.
We initially offered up our Purple Stuffed Teradactyl.
It was dropped on the Sleeping Goddess' head.

She refused our sacrifice.

The Sleeping Goddess was now angry.

We offered up our Red Squishy Ball of Fire.

Again, she refused.
Again, she was angry.

The head of Blue Bear Jr. was presented to her.
Steam spewed from her ears. Out plan was not working.

Finally we offered up the torso of Blue Bear Jr. I shook it violently over her head in order to please her.

Little did I know, Blue Bear Jr.'s torso was filled with those teeny, tiny bucky balls. 
Bucky balls were flying all over the room.

Oops.

Apparently <i>this</i> was enough to awaken the Sleeping Goddess. The sounds of thousands of bucky balls flying into every space in the bedroom was all the Sleeping Goddess needed in order to arise and feed us breakfast.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>'Cause I said so.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/489564</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Aug 2008 18:50:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/489564</guid>
		<description>This is Echo.

Ask her to be pup pals.

She is adorable - yes?

She should have more pup pals  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/823747">This</a> is Echo.

Ask her to be pup pals.

She is adorable - yes?

She should have more pup pals - no?

Do it.

Do it now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Subtitles</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/488799</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Aug 2008 08:40:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/488799</guid>
		<description>Yesterday Mother decided to be all &quot;intellectual&quot; and watch The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. It ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mother decided to be all "intellectual" and watch The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. It has been in her Netflix queue for awhile, she finally moved it to the top when she realized she could do with some culture in her life.
So, last night we settled in for an evening of "culture" - in the form of a foreign film.
Seeing as though the movie is French, there were English subtitles. I'm not a fan of movies with subtitles, personally. I read books, not movies.  Blah.
At the end of the movie, I looked at Mother and noticed no difference. She still seemed rather un-cultured to me. Based on her blank expression, I gathered she felt the same. 
It was time for some un-cultured entertainment. This was had in the form of everyone's favorite Transvestite comedian, Eddie Izzard.

Eddie's 1994 performance titled Unrepeatable was fired up in the DVD player. 
Finally, I thought to myself! A movie I can watch and not have to read!!!
Alas, this was not to be the case.
Apparently during his younger years as a comedian, his Cockney accent was much stronger than it is now. 
This made it difficult for Mother to understand what the bloke was saying.
So, the DVD was re-started, this time with the English subtitles on.

I kid you not.

She needed subtitles for a movie that was already (relatively speaking) IN ENGLISH!

I shook my head and walked away.
Mother is <i>such</i> a loser sometimes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Intellectual stimulation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/488407</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 06:37:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/488407</guid>
		<description>I'm left to my own devices during the majority of my day. Normally I spend my time catching a few ra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm left to my own devices during the majority of my day. Normally I spend my time catching a few rays in the backyard, monitoring the neighborhood for interlopers, working on the NY Times Crossword puzzle, and watching the news.
It's a pretty busy day for yours truly. But, I find that the busier I am, the smarter I stay.
It is my smartness (keen intellect, if you will), that has me frustrated. You see, when Mother comes home from work, I am usually greeted with the same questions, day in and day out:
Did you have a good day?
Are you hungry?
Do you wanna play fetch?

The answer to all of the above is "yes". 
These questions require very little thought and do nothing to stimulate a conversation.
Just once I'd like Mother to ask me about my thoughts on brokering peace in the Middle East. Or, perhaps what my feelings are regarding off-shore drilling.
Pros and cons of Woe v. Wade. 
The impact global warming will have on the commodities market.
Any of the above questions would be a welcome change from Mother's boring, uninspiring questions.
Alas, perhaps she thinks I am just too darn pretty to actually be an intellect as well. 
It's the curse of the Beauteous. 
As my good friend (if not entirely fictional) Joey Tribbiani said, "When the packaging is this pretty, no one cares what's on the inside."
Sigh. 
It's tough being me sometimes.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Last one for today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487610</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 07:46:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487610</guid>
		<description>There was a package waiting outside our door yesterday. While it was addressed to Mother and The Man ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There was a package waiting outside our door yesterday. While it was addressed to Mother and The Man, I <i>know</i> that really, it was meant for me, I'm sure of it.

The box contained 2 official DexCorp PupPal tour t-shirts!!!! Again, while I'm not sure exactly how I would manage to wear a t-shirt, I'm sure Mother was mistaken when she proclaimed them to be "hers" and "The Man's".

These (faboo!!) t-shirts got me to a'thinkin':

I have the official tour t-shirt.
I hung with Dexter himself  "backstage" (i.e the backyard) when his tour brought him to my city.
I <i>slept with Dexter</i>, of course in only the most literal of ways, dear, gentle readers. But still. We napped together!!!

So, does this make me Dexter's groupie?
Am I now a DexHead?

I could live with that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Close call</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487574</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:35:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487574</guid>
		<description>I almost had another dog sharing my humble abode yesterday.
As the story was told to me, Mother was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I almost had another dog sharing my humble abode yesterday.
As the story was told to me, Mother was meandering in the parking garage at her place of employment. As she past a car, she noticed one of the windows was lowered about an inch. Upon closer inspection she noticed that there was a dog's nose trying desperately to suck as much air as he could from what little space he was provided. 

Now, first of all, yes, the dog was in a car that was parked in a parking garage (why the owner thought she needed to bring her dog with her to a parking garage I'll never know). Yes, the parking garage is out of the direct sunlight.

But... this is Texas puppers! Yesterday the high temperature was 105 degrees. 

Parking garage or not, that car was gonna get hot - especially since the window was only open ONE INCH!!!

Mom thought about breaking the window and rescuing the dog from such an idiotic/insensitive/mean owner. But, then she realized there were video cameras in various locations around the garage and she would probably be caught and hauled off to jail. 

So, she called the police/security people. 
They waited around for the owner to show up and aksed her exactly what she thought she was doing, leaving her dog in a car for over an hour!!!
Eventually they let her go, with a strong reminder to never do that again.
I don't have much faith in her taking better care of her dog, but at least if she comes back to the same garage, Mother will step in and open a can of whoop a$$ on her. 
Unless the cameras are on...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To my fans:</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487552</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 05:29:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487552</guid>
		<description>I have decided to take matters into my own paws and kindly ask the powers that be at HQ why it is ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have decided to take matters into my own paws and kindly ask the powers that be at HQ why it is taking so dog-darned loooong for the videos to be uploaded?

I will let you know of their response.

I apologize for any delay in your merriment due to the inadequacies of HQ (or Mother).

Rest assured, I will take care of the problem!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poopered pups</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487274</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 11:17:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487274</guid>
		<description>My handsome pup pal Dexter (the one from Johannesburg, NOT Beautiful Downtown Spreckles...) and his  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My handsome pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/709344">Dexter</a> (the one from Johannesburg, NOT Beautiful Downtown Spreckles...) and his family participated in some sort of athletic, endurance, running thing this past weekend. 
Blue Steel is tuckered out.
But he's still so gosh darn <i>cute</i>!!!

Well done Dexter and family!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kill! Kill! Kill!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487189</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 06:43:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/487189</guid>
		<description>I have a new nemesis!
I have dubbed it the Blue Monster!!
We had our first run-in on Saturday.
Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a new nemesis!
I have dubbed it the Blue Monster!!
We had our first run-in on Saturday.
The parentals were swimming (eh.) - all of the sudden, I saw It.
It has a tail that will randomly fly out of the pool and spray water everywhere.  The rest of the evil-dooer stays underwater, moving around in random patterns - forever taunting me.
It took me awhile, but eventually I figured out how to track the Blue Monster. 
It brought out the killer instinct in me.
I had to catch it!
I ran over, around, under (but never <i>in</i> the water). 
Eventually I caught the monster!
Yes! I was victorious! I had the tail in my mouth. 
Unfortunately, I scared the begeebers outta me and I spit it out, back into the depths of the pool.
The memories continue to haunt me. 
I will catch you again, Blue Monster.
Yes, I will.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trying hard to be like me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/486056</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:00:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/486056</guid>
		<description>I'm pretty much perfect. Really, there is no room for argument on this point. If you want me to snug ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm pretty much perfect. Really, there is no room for argument on this point. If you want me to snuggle - I'm perfect at that.
Fetch - I'm on it.
Looking pretty all.the.time. - done!
If you'd like me to shed all over your car and forever imbed my fur into the upholstery to the point where it can never be removed (never!) - I can excel at that as well. 
The point I'm getting at dear friends is that I, like many of you out there, am perfect at everything.
I think Mother looked at my perfection earlier this week and decided that she too, should aim for perfection.  So, Mother is pretty fit. Cardio 3 times per week, weight training 2 times per week. Not overly fat, not overly skinny. In order to make a scootch towards perfection, she decided to give <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.unitedstatespilatesassociation.com/pilates-method.asp">Pilates</a> a try. A strong core and leaner muscles is a great step towards perfection, she reasoned.
She signed up for a personal session using the scary looking machines for tonight. Last night she attended her first mat pilates class. After feeding Max and me, she left the house looking rather confident. She explained to me that it certainly couldn't be <i>that</i> hard for someone who works out regularly.
....
She returned an hour later looking less than perfect.
By the time the alarm clock sounded this morning Mother let out some less than perfect words and fell out of bed in a less than perfect manner.
Apparently she is quite sore, especially around her less than perfect abs, and less than perfect inner thighs.
She will return to the studio tonight for her personal session with the scary-looking machines.
She really needs to give up on the dream of being as perfect as I. It ain't gonna happen.

Oh, gosh, I hope her soreness doesn't infringe on her ability to play fetch with me...
Mothers. Crazy, aren't they?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's out of my paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/485734</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 09:58:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/485734</guid>
		<description>I recently assigned myself to head of Louie's security. His mom is President of Something Important, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I recently assigned myself to head of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie's</a> security. His mom is President of Something Important, therefore he is the First Dog. He needs secret service - I was happy to offer my services.
Well, Madame President has, apparently, been asked for a d-i-v-o-r-c-e, by the man who has "allergies" to cats. 
We have yet to deduce whether Madame President is as happy about this situation as Louie seems to be.

Either way, the "man with the <i>allergies</i>" is off my list, effective immediately.
What list, you ask?
The list of pups/people that I have sworn an oath to protect. 
Yup.
He's unprotected. 
No one's got his back, so to speak.
He's vulnerable to any and all attacks because I have washed my paws of him.
Not that I'm condoning violence of any sort pups. I'm just <i>sayin'</i>... no one is  currently protecting this guy from any sort of rogue band of dogs with projectile diarrhea and really good aim...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Conflicted</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/484805</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 05:38:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>My City Registration Renewal Notice came in the mail this week. This is the same CRRN that has liste ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My City Registration Renewal Notice came in the mail this week. This is the same CRRN that has listed me as a <i>labradoodle</i>... 
I was carefully reading it this year to make sure there were no other errors that Mother refuses to correct when I came upon the most interesting of info.
Primary color: Yellow (true)
Age: Adult (M'kay)
Size: Large (not really, but why open that can of worms)
<i>Dangerous</i>: NO.

It's the last one that has me thinkin'. Dangerous... 

While I certainly don't want to be thought of as, you know, really dangerous, I wouldn't mind being thought of as at least <i>a little</i> dangerous. Kind of a "don't mess with Izzy, she'll getcha!" dangerous.
"Danger is my middle name" - dangerous. 

Actually my middle name is Wizzy - but that's another story entirely.

Hmmm. Do you get what I'm barking about friends?

I think it would really help my cause of taking over the world if people and dogs feared me, just a little bit.

I'll have to think on this.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/484505</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 10:56:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Pups have been adopted! They get to stay together!!!
Woo-a-hoo!
I have since removed their pic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/478915">The Pups</a> have been adopted! They get to stay together!!!
Woo-a-hoo!
I have since removed their picture from my profile page. No sense taking up valuable "Izzy space", huh?

Now, more room for my beautiousness!

It's a win-win situation :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Best laid plans...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/484428</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 07:44:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, change was in the air this weekend pupsters! Yes indeed!
The a/c guys were coming to install ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, change was in the air this weekend pupsters! Yes indeed!
The a/c guys were coming to install our brand new air conditioning unit (thus allowing me to move back to the Casa de Izzy), AND Mother finally decided to pony up the moo-lah and upgrade to high-speed internet at home. Along with the high-speed internet came some other new changes: 
Since we don't really use our land-line phone much (the phone was placed out of my reach after I ordered some stuff from The Home Shopping Network one time - ONCE! You order <i>one set</i> of commemorative Doobie Brother plates without permission and suddenly you're banned from using the phone ever again!), Mother decided to do away with it. Without a land-line, dial-up internet had to go, thus the idea for high speed fiberoptic internet was placed into her noggin. 
So, the land-line was cancelled as of last Monday, as was the internet. No worries, as we were both living it up at The Man's house and by the time we moved back home, the New And Improved internet connection would be available.
HA!
Saturday morning Mother leaves me in the care of The Man whilst she sits in the steam box known as our abode waiting for various men to show up and start fixing/installing stuff. 
9:30 - the air conditioning guys show up.  They immediately get to work. Mother starts cleaning up her TiVo shows that had accumulated over the past week.
11:30 - Mother is starting to smell a little "ripe" from all the sweating and asks the a/c people how much longer they will be. She is hoping to take a quick shower before the AT&T guy shows up, lest she scare him away with her stank.  She is told it will only be about 10 more minutes. 
Nice.
12:15 - A/C guys inform her the tool needed to empty the freon from the old unit is broken, thus preventing them from finishing the job. They will be back "later".
Quick shower.
AT&T guy shows up at 12:45. Nice enough guy. Tells Mother he needs to go check a something or other in order to make sure the doohickey will run with the abernather. Mother nods. 
AT&T guy returns 30 minutes later with the news that all the wooberjabs are malfunctioning. He also adds that he's, "never seen that happen before". He called his supervisor. His supervisor has also never known that to happen. 
Of course. 
So, while Mother and AT&T guy wait for the supervisor to call back with further instructions, they chit-chat.
A/C guys have yet to return. The temp inside the house is now 90 degrees. For all of you glass-half-full pups out there, it was 99 degrees <i>outside</i> so technically it was still cooler inside than out. 

Yadda yadda yadda.

A/C guy comes back. 2 hours later, the new a/c is working.

AT&T guy has to break the news to Mother that a technician will have to fix the doohickey. The installation will have to be rescheduled for 2 weeks later.

So, we are without internet at home for at least 2 weeks, assuming nothing goes wrong with the updated installation...
No worries from my end. My secretary IS able to access dogster from her work computer. The Baylor Big Brother has, however blocked Facebook. No fun times for Mother for awhile.
That's what she gets for taking away my access to Home Shopping Network.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Moving the cheese back where it belongs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/483295</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:53:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, Mother and I have been camping out at The Man's house this week due to our A/C being dead. Compl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, Mother and I have been camping out at The Man's house this week due to our A/C being dead. Completely and utterly dead. It's been in the high 90's this week with no rain in sight, so living with no air conditioning is not a good idea, especially for those of us with fur!
I don't mind living at The Man's house. I'm really diggin' having a huge park right across the street where I can run like the crazy bitch I am. 
Mother is really diggin' having high speed internet at her disposal (although, I am told that she is FINALLY having her archaic dial-up connection at home upgraded tomorrow so she too can join the new millennium with high speed internet).
Overall, not too bad. 
Except there is NO doggie door!!!
I am left to merely <i>watch</i> the neighborhood activity, as opposed to participating in it. You have NO IDEA the kind of chaos the squirrels start up when they know I cannot get to them. That will all be remedied after we move back home tomorrow (hopefully). 
The air conditioning guy - Chester - is arriving between 8 and 10 tomorrow morning. He sent Mother an estimate  for a new system earlier in the week. Mother laughed and said, "Oh hell. Why not?!?"
It's the laughter that makes me think she's gone off the deep end.  
This past week she also received <i> more</i> bills for her recent GI procedures.  So, after she stops foaming at the mouth, Mother plans on giving Chester the phone number to her GI doctor and telling him that if he wants to be paid, he should contact the doctor, because as of this moment, that is where all of her money is.
I think it sounds like a rock solid plan myself.

Have a great weekend pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good, bad, good, bad...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/482891</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 05:31:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First, the good:
The results of Nelly's biopsy are back - it's benign!! Harmless! More of a nuissan ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First, the good:
The results of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/672000">Nelly's</a> biopsy are back - it's benign!! Harmless! More of a nuissance than anything else. Phew! Power of the Paw!!!!! Awwwww-yeah!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">The Chairman</a> had his professional pics taken by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434">Maebe</a> et al's Boss Man. We've had the honor of seeing some of the shots courtesy of the Boss Man's Facebook page (yes, we're <i>that cool</i>), the pics are awesome! They really bring out the regal side of Dexter.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/573774">Priscilla</a> had an awesome first birthday! She ended up befriending the wabbits and rooster as opposed to <i>beheading</i> them. Cool. 

Now, the bad:
My <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Mini-Me</a> Sunny Lee informed us that her Momma has a broken leg! Oh-no!!!  I suggested that the mommy procure one of those motorized scooters with a basket. That way Sunny can ride around in style! We'll see if that idea comes to fruition.  :)

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/107949">Dudley</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/35486">Oliver Louis</a> are STILL IN THE POKEY! The mom is settling into the new house with the faboo back yard, so until the house is perfect for the pups, they remain in lock-down :(

The First Dog, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a> managed to fend off some hooligans who broke into his house yesterday and pooped on the speaker cords! Yeah Louie! Except, his mom (Madame Presidente) thought that it was Louie who pooed on the speaker cords and spanked him! Eek! No appreciation for a job well done! If Louie hadn't stopped the hooligans, there is no telling what else they would have pooped on!!! Poor Louie. No respect. 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/580969">Ben</a> is now forced to work for his affection and treatsies. Apparently he has (rightfully, if you ask me) assumed the position of pack leader. I guess his people don't like having him growl and lunge at other people - humans can be so picky about that! Mother thinks it is a good idea and is anxious to see how his training is going. I fear she may try some of those brain-washing techniques out on me... Gah! Don't drink the Kool-Aid Ben!!!

That's all for now. I'm off to watch the Golden Girls!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My course of action</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/482606</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 09:40:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My great pup pal Maxwell recently posted an entry regarding his feeling on Breed Specific Legislatio ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My great pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/484799/diary/Meditations_with_maxwell/482273">Maxwell</a> recently posted an entry regarding his feeling on Breed Specific Legislation. This is my attempt at helping to stop BSL. With the help of Mother (I can't address envelopes or stick them in the mail box - no thumbs, you know...), I plan on sending the following letter to any pet-oriented business who has established  specific breed restrictions. 

Dear ***,
In researching pet-friendly businesses in the area I noticed that your store has bans on specific breeds of dogs, in particular pit bulls, rottweilers, and dobermans. 
The media and the inexperienced would have you believe that these breeds are vicious and should be prohibited. However, these very breeds as a whole have proven their stability and good canine citizenry by becoming Search & Rescue dogs, Therapy dogs working inside hospitals, professional Herding dogs and family companions for years. 

All dogs are dangerous under certain circumstances. Only when the owner or custodian of the animal does not properly train and confine his/her animal, does that animal pose a potential risk to human safety. A common ingredient to the dog personality is to guard and protect it's owner and property. ANY dog with that personality can become a problem for the public, if that dog is allowed to run loose and is not responsibly supervised. The key word here is responsibility. To say certain breeds of dogs are dangerous is not a complete statement. All dogs can be dangerous if in the hands of an irresponsible owner. 

Owners can and should take responsibility for their pets. 

I am dismayed to find that your business believes in breed specific profiling. I encourage you to learn more about these supposed "bad" breeds and learn what loving and gentle animals they really are.

I hope that once you have educated yourself on the true behavior of all dogs, you will change your breed profile restrictions. Until that time, not only will I take my business elsewhere, but I will also to encourage all of my friends and neighbors to do so as well.

Sincerely,
Izzy, World Dominator (<i>I may have Mother sign the letter, it could be more effective coming from the one who controls the purse strings</i>)

Pup pals:
Please note that much of the verbage above came directly from anti-BSL websites. 
Also, since I majored in World Domination in college, not English, please feel free to edit it as necessary. Any helpful suggestions would be appreciated!!!
Come on puppers! Who's with me?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's all a matter of interpretation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/482132</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 07:30:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night Mother took me to the park across the street from The Man's house. It's not exactly a dog ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Mother took me to the park across the street from The Man's house. It's not exactly a dog park (kids practice soccer there), but it is dog friendly. If there isn't too much going on, Mother usually lets me off leash so I can run off some of my crazies.
The park is surrounded by lots and lots of trees, some might call it a "Forest". Unlike Maxwell, I tend to stay by Mother, running off only far enough to feel independent, but not so far that I cannot see her. Also, Mother is rather uptight about letting me run around in the deep Forest. It's almost time for another dose of my flea and tick stuff, so Mother doesn't want to push the limits, in terms of inviting the little buggers to play with me. So, for the most part, I kept to the sidewalk. For the most part.
Towards the end of our walk I decided to push my luck a little and venture ever closer to the elusive Forest. I heard Mother telling me to "come". I ignored her. She approacheth quicker. Again, telling me to "come". I looked at her, but remained steadfast in my determination not to "come". Eventually she caught up with me and hooked my leash on - thus preventing any journeys to the center of the Forest.
"Honestly Bella, why don't you ever listen to me?" Mother asked as we walked back home.
I think the better question, dear Mother is, "Why don't <i>you</i> ever listen to <i>me</i>?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yeah Baby! I'm It!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/481709</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 07:38:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Chippy tagged me!!!!
Woo-hoo!

I shall now commence with listing 4 things I like and 4 things I d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498">Chippy</a> tagged me!!!!
Woo-hoo!

I shall now commence with listing 4 things I like and 4 things I don't like:

My likes (in random order):
1. Laying in the sun. I don't care how hot it is. If Mother cannot find me, she knows to check the back yard. Usually I am baking away on the cement slab, panting like an idiot. Doing this helps me to keep my blonde highlights looking fresh. 

2. Playing fetch. After I eat my dinner, I always sit by the mantle (the squeaky is kept there) and stare at it, then look at Mother. Stare at the mantle, then stare at Mother. I repeat this process until I have completely ruined any chance Mother has of enjoying her dinner and is racked by guilt for not playing with me. I love playing fetch. 

3. The New York Times crossword puzzle. It keeps my brain young.

4. Playing with Max. 

My dislikes:
1. <i>Certain</i> people (*cough*TheMan*cough*) complaining that I shed too much. Hey! It's not like I enjoy having my fur fall out either buddy! And besides, you don't see me always kvetching about <i>your hair</i> falling out - yes, I notice these things too!!!

2. How Mother is still sad about Pongo being at the Bridge.  Yeah. She's still sad. 

3. Not being kept informed of all things, at all times! It's hard to make plans for World Domination when I don't know where I will be sleeping. Work with me people!

4. BSL.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Com-myoo-ni-ka-shun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/481669</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 06:01:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's what we seem to be lacking here in my world. Apparently Mother and The Man decided MONTHS AGO ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what we seem to be lacking here in my world. <i>Apparently</i> Mother and The Man decided MONTHS AGO to take a road trip to Galveston for a cousins wedding this past weekend. Was I told about this? 
NO.
Was I invited to go along - perhaps serve as the guest book attendant?
NO.
Max and I were dropped off at a new boarding facility for the weekend. Now, in all fairness, the new boarding facility has a few perks that I enjoy. It's unlimited playtime! That's right puppers! No longer does Mother have to hem and haw about whether it's worth it to pay an extra $10 a day for me (and Max) to play - ohhh, it's worth it, by the way.
Also, no crates. Me likey.
But, back to the point at hand - we were unceremoniously abandoned while the 2 of them left for a weekend of frolicking on the beach.
Grrrr. 
Also, I was not informed of the fact that Mother and I will be living in The Man's "weekend" house this week. I've surmised that the A/C unit at my house is broken. I've had to use my incredible deductive reasoning skills to figure this out, because, again, no one told me anything!
From what I have gathered, the A/C unit at my house is original to the house construction - meaning it is upwards of 15 years old. The repair man came out on Friday to fix it again and informed The Man (Mother was at work, I guess) that he could keep fixing it, but it would be better just to install a new one, considering the age of it. 
Sigh.
So, since the average daily temperature in my neck of the woods is about 100 degrees, the indoor temperature without the modern convenience of air conditioning is about 95 degrees Fahrenheit (35 degrees for all my metric friends). 
Gah!
The Man and Maxwell spend their weekdays in Crappy Town, thus leaving a perfectly hospitable (and air conditioned) house available for my personal use in beautiful Plano, Texas.  So, we are staying there until we can find a reasonable bid on a new A/C unit. 
Fine.
A little heads up on the previous issues would have been nice.
Had I been given notice that I would be out of town for the weekend, I could have sent my sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/573774">Priscilla</a> an early Happy Woofday shout out. Now, I look like a dolt. 
Sorry Sweetie! Happy Belated Birthday pretty girl!!

I must talk to Mother about her communication skills.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Public Service Announcement</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/480381</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 06:09:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/480381</guid>
		<description>My pack (and a bunch of other lucky doggies) received a heart rosette from an anonymous pup yesterda ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pack (and a bunch of other lucky doggies) received a heart rosette from an anonymous pup yesterday. We were told to "spread the love".

Very sweet! I shall commence with that right away.

I would be remiss, dear friends, if I didn't remind all of you to "spread the love" <i>responsibly</i>.

Be safe out there pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Satisfaction</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/479723</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jul 2008 11:08:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Max and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. We've become quite close and have starte ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. We've become quite close and have started playing together even more than usual. Mom says that I am the "Bonnie" to his "Clyde",  whatever that means.
Last night we decided to play a little tug-of-war with Blue Bear Jr.
We tugged and tugged. I was pulling with all my might. Just to spite me, Max laid down - as if to say, "Yawn. This is too easy."
That prompted me to tug even harder.
Eventually we heard a massive RIIIIIIIP.
Blue Bear Jr. had his head torn off, by me.
Max was left with the torso, arms, legs and tail. 
I had the head.
I ran off with my bounty. Proud to have ripped off the head.  Max can keep the rest. It's the head that is the real prize.
Mother says I may be psychotic.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Operators are standing by!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/478915</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Jul 2008 08:54:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You all remember Kayla, don't you? The Kayla-isms...?
Well, Kayla is now in training to become a po ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You all remember Kayla, don't you? The Kayla-isms...?
Well, Kayla is now in training to become a police officer. 
........
Yes. She is.
Anyway. She called Mother on Saturday with quite the dilemma. Her husband works in construction. On Friday he found two pups wandering around the construction site. Apparently homeless.
Hubby brought them home so Kayla could fall in love. 
Unfortunately they live in an apartment that does not allow dogs. 
Mother was called in for help.

She considered her options:
Keep the dogs and lose The Man

OR

Keep The Man and turn down the dogs.

She thought.

And thought.

In the end, keeping The Man won out. The Man doesn't drool as much as dogs do, he's pretty much housebroken, and (for the most part) can clean up after himself.

She told Kayla she would help her find a home for the pups.
So, if you know of anyone in the Dallas area who is looking for 2 completely adorable puppies, send us a paw-mail. The pups MUST be adopted together. They are bestest buds!

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bang, Bang</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/477678</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 3 Jul 2008 15:46:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yup. Mom got bangs.  Not big chunky ones, not wispy ones. Average, face-framing bangs.
The Man arri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yup. Mom got bangs.  Not big chunky ones, not wispy ones. Average, face-framing bangs.
The Man arrived.
Mother had her hair in a pony tail so her bangs were especially obvious.
Wine was poured. Conversation was commenced. 
Mother stared at The Man.
She waited.
She figeted with the bangs, making it rather obvious. 
The Man continued talking about his day. 
Her throat was cleared (although in his defense, she is recovering from a nasty cold, so that wasn't really much of a hint that she was perturbed).
Finally, when it was obvious that he didn't notice anything, Mother said, "Notice anything?"
"Ah yes." He said, taking his cue. "Your hair...it looks nice."
"What about my hair?" She's not stupid. She knows he's frantically wracking his brain.
"It's....blonde. I like it."
"Yeah. What else?"
Big sigh from The Man. He knows he's in trouble.
"Yeah, I like it. What you did. Good idea." He waves his hand in a general motion around her head.
Mother blows out a sigh of frustration, thus causing the bangs to flutter.
"OH! I KNOW! You have bangs!!" Relief all around.
We'll give him a point for that, but only 'cause he's cute.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cross your paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/477229</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Jul 2008 14:10:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother had her hair &quot;touched-up&quot; on Monday. She is not as fortunate as I, in terms of her ability to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had her hair "touched-up" on Monday. She is not as fortunate as I, in terms of her ability to naturally maintain a beautiful coat of blonde fur. She also had a little trim-trim of the ends. She <i>also</i> had a little something else done to her hair.
She's hoping The Man notices.
I hope he notices.
He could be a frigid night here in Texas if he doesn't...
I'll keep you posted pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>La vida Izzy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/476771</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Jul 2008 10:18:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been feeling rather blue lately. I miss my Sammy. 
Life, as I know it, must go on, I suppose.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been feeling rather blue lately. I miss my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sammy</a>. 
Life, as I know it, must go on, I suppose. So, a pupdate on yours truly:

1. Had to go to the vet on Saturday for my yearly visit.  Mom had not put the back seats down, thus enabling the car to be a suitable  coach for me. I was forced to ride in the front seat! Nuh-uh. You work for <i>me</i> sistah! Mother is to drive me around, I am not the navigator, I am the rider. True, I could hop into the backseats and ride there, but THE SEATS WEREN'T DOWN!  I don't ride in bucket seats. Nuf said. So, at the vet everyone appropriately ohh'd and ahh'd over me and my endless beauty. My physical exam reavealed that I am still a magnificent speciment of canine perfection. The great news is that our vet's office now uses <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.canine-epilepsy-guardian-angels.com/titer_test.htm">titers</a> to determine if I need any vaccine boosters. I was excited about this 'cause it meant less poking for Izzy. Mother was excited 'cause it meant less indescriminant vaccinations. As it turns out I was "all-good" and required no additional vaccinations. I did however, need my Bordatella. Also, due to Max's insistence on diving into water hazards at the golf course <i>I</i> had to have a Lepto vaccine. Sure, Max will get his when he stops by on Wednesday, I just resent the fact that I have to be punished because of his extracurricular activities. Humph.
2. Max was shaved on Saturday. He looks funny. Trust me.
3.  Mother has been feeling poopy lately. Illness, stress, over all blahness has taken its toll. We still play fetch, but she isn't throwing the squeaky with the same gusto. I may have to fire her. 
4. I was given an ice cube made out of vegetable broth last night. Normally the 'cubes are made from beef or chicken broth, so it was a crapshoot whether I would like it or not. I did, in fact, like it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/475500</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 19:25:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My heart is breaking.

My Sam.
My Love. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">My heart is breaking</a>.

My Sam.
My Love.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mars vs. Venus</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/475344</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 10:30:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother had quite the exciting day at work yesterday. Good exciting. Not the usual &quot;I want to drive m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother had quite the exciting day at work yesterday. Good exciting. Not the usual "I want to drive my stapler through my head" exciting. As she tells the story, one of her fellow employees who has (<i>allegedly</i>):
1. Sold drugs in the parking garage
2. Slept overnight in the patient suites
3. Come into work late 
4. Come into work with a hangover
5. Been flat out beligerant to the staff and the boss-lady
and
6. Stolen random items from his co-workers offices and enema kits from the storage room (um, eww!)
(note: 3, 4, and 5 are not <i>allegedly</i>, they are, in fact, factual)

was F-I-R-E-D!
Yup. Escorted out of the building. Don't come back. Fired. 
For TWO years (!!) they have been trying to have him fired. But, for a variety of reasons, it never happened. Then, finally, what did him in was his propensity for looking at AND sending porn from his work computer.
The IT people didn't care too much for that, especially since he had to install special software in order to bypass the company firewall prohibiting such computer usage.
So yesterday, for the first time in quite some time, Mother smiled at work. 
The Mars vs. Venus comes into play when you listen to the different conversations Mother had when relaying this delightful information. 
When she told her female friends about this most exciting of changes they wanted to know ALL the details - what did he say (denial), what did he do when confronted with the evidence (nothing), what did he look like as he was being escorted out (blank drug-induced[??] stare), etc.
Now, when she told The Man the fantabulous news, his reaction was, 
"That's great. Finally some good news, huh?"
That's it.
Mom was bursting at the seams wanting to tell him ALL THE JUICY DETAILS. But, he knew all he needed to know. 
It reminded me of the episode of Friends after <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.friends-tv.org/zz208.html">Ross and Rachel kiss for the first time</a>. The girls get all talky-talky. The guys are all matter of fact.
Humans.
Strange.
I think they would find co-existing much easier if they could just smell each others urine markings in order to get the latest gossip. Works for us, huh?
Funny]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jealous?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/474890</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:39:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, have you all seen the HUGE diamond ring that my true love Sam gave me? 
You can't miss it reall ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, have you all seen the HUGE diamond ring that my true love <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sam</a> gave me? 
You can't miss it really. It's the big honkin' ring in my gift box. 
Yup. It's mine. All mine. At least for the next few weeks.

I love my Samster!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thinking cap...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/474861</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 06:34:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For Addison:

How's about Hip Huggers? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472/diary/Adventures_of_addison/474268">Addison</a>:

How's about Hip Huggers?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Preemptive strike</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/473728</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 08:39:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dexter is here! He brought his Biped along too! They arrived yesterday around noonish. While I alway ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dexter is here! He brought his Biped along too! They arrived yesterday around noonish. While I always <i>try</i> to be a gracious host (ahem), I felt the need to go a little preemptive on his (Dexter's) arse.  You gotta let these Setters know who is in charge, ya know?!?
I barked, perhaps longer than was necessary. I then put on my Fun Police hat. If Dexter and Max tried to have a little fun, I barked. Although, in my defense, the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/413363/diary/Maxs_musings/473676">fun they were trying to have</a> seemed a tad bit strange from time to time.
Mom was suffering from a cold, and as such, was buzzing' on some DayQuil most of the day. By the time it wore off, she was dog tired. So I couldn't very well leave the "who's in charge" monitoring up to her. All-in-all, (with the exception of a small lifting of the leg incident) I think I made it very clear that I am Izzy In Charge!
The real fun will be today. Mother - due to her complete and utter lack of vacation time - had to go to work today. And Dexter's biped is taking DexCorp1 in for a service appointment. That leaves 3 dogs at home alone. All day. Unsupervised.
From what I overheard last night, Dexter (for the most part) either enjoys the company of one biped or another, or is left to his own devices in his backyard.  Rarely, if ever, has be been left unattended inside a home.... I could have lots of fun with this (insert maniacal laugh here).]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pittie Love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/473675</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 05:46:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom came home from running errands on Saturday and smelled of dog. Eau de Pittie, if my nose is righ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom came home from running errands on Saturday and smelled of dog. Eau de Pittie, if my nose is right.
She explained herself sufficiently, thus eliminating my need to release the Rath of Izzy on her.
As she tells it, she was enjoying a beverage of some sort at our local coffee house when she noticed 2 real live Pit Bulls setting up camp at the outside tables. 
Well, grocery lists can be devised any time, but how often can you get some Pittie Lovin' from real pitties?!?
The grocery list was abandoned, the beverage was taken "to-go", and Mom politely asked if she could pet the pits.
Ohhhh.
She scratched and petted and scritched.
All involved seemed to love it. 
Mom was happy to see 2 pitties in public, behaving well - as 99% of them do.
A good morning for all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Life is in the details</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/472350</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 07:56:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is what Mother tells people about our upcoming visitors :
&quot;Yeah. I met this guy on the interne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is what Mother tells people about our upcoming <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">visitors</a> :
"Yeah. I met this guy on the internet. He's coming to stay with me on Monday night."

Now, it's true. All of it.  What she chooses to leave out are the important details that separate her from a front page news story and obituary.

It's highly unlikely that Dexter and his Biped are making a cross-(half-of-the) country tour that consists of murder and mayhem (well maybe there will be a little mayhem). They're driving a Russian motorcycle for Dog's sake, it would be difficult to take off with the t.v. or other valuables in that bad boy. If they were making the trip in a souped-up RV, maybe we'd be a little more worried about the safety of our belongings... but, a Russian motorcycle, while <i>way cool</i>, is not spacious enough to hold a dog, his human, and a flat screen t.v. 

Also, would a man and his dog, bent on murder and mayhem, provide their address AND cell phone number to all those involved in The 2008 Pup Pal Tour? Doubt it. 

So, we will check on <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574535">Kirby</a> (the first host of The Chairman) over the weekend to make sure all is well. If Kirby and his people are still alive and well on Monday, we'll anxiously and happily "leave a light on" for our visitors. If all is not well in the land of Kirbalito... well, we'll bolt down the t.v. and hope for the best.

Not included on the 2008 Pup Pal tour?  Pity.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another commrade</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/471657</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 08:34:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, my Mom is Facebook Friends with Finlay's Mom.  Last night as Mother was perusing her Facebook pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, my Mom is Facebook Friends with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/404546#diary">Finlay's</a> Mom.  Last night as Mother was perusing her Facebook page (slooowly, we STILL have only dial-up at home) she saw the picture of Finlay's new sister Arya. 
Perfect.
She will be a perfect addition to my army.
She's got that puppy cuteness that all the humans fall for.
She is absolutely beautiful - trust me <i>I know</i> beautiful, and, you can tell just by looking at her she's already scheming, plotting, devising sinister plans...
I'm anxious to get to know this little Arya better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No more Missus Nice Izzy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/470267</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 09:32:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have tried to drop hints. I have tried to lure you with funny antics. I attempted to make you thin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have tried to drop hints. I have tried to lure you with funny antics. I attempted to make you think it was <i>your</i> idea. All of this was to no avail! 
You, my faithful subjects WILL be pup pals with the following pups:

1.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a>. I can't be responsible for his security by myself pups! I need reinforcements in order to properly guard the First Dog.

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a>!!! It's Nubby! How can you NOT already be friends with the Nubster? Crazy.

3.  New graduate <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/740724">Gracie</a>. 

4. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/484799">Maxwell</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486602">Roxy</a>, and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486616">Kodi</a>. Everything they write is gold, pure comedy gold.

and finally,

5. Bodhi's new family: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472">Addison</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/532130">Levi</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/532146">Bo Cephus (Adonis?)</a>, and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/532778">Tanner</a>.

Come on pupsters. Don't make me angry - you won't like me when I'm angry...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Perfect Storm</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/469861</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 06:45:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night The Man came over.  He's not adjusting well to the 8 hour time difference/jet lag and as  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night The Man came over.  He's not adjusting well to the 8 hour time difference/jet lag and as such has had trouble sleeping. He was also a bit cranky about his poor golf swing. He's been reading about a 1-plane versus 2-plane swing and tried 'em out yesterday. Based on his overall demeanor, things clearly didn't go well on the golf course. 
Mother is still kvetching about how unbelievably hot it is in our house. She called a few air conditioning repair people. After talking to 5 different companies, she finally found one that is a member of the Better Business Bureau AND doesn't charge overtime for working on a Saturday. Her overall attitude was she would rather die of heat stroke than pay $100 every <i>30 minutes</i> for some guy to fix the AC unit. The mud on the floors had also increased exponentially since she left earlier that day. Sure, she says she's not mad at us, she's mad at the dirt, but I think if you dig a little deeper, you'll find she may just be a tad bit mad at Max and me too. I choose not to open that can of worms, personally. 
So, both parentals are cranky, both parentals are HOT (temperature wise), both parentals are tired. 
Da - da - DAH!!!!
Not a good situation.
Mother tried to make dinner, but since there is no ceiling fan in the kitchen, cut the cooking time down on the (gluten-free) pasta in order to reduce the heat eminating from the stove top. This resulted in seriously <i>al dente</i> pasta - which The Man was quick to point out.   
Oh. He DID NOT go there!!!
Yes. He did, in fact, go there.
I have to side with The Man on this one. The pasta didn't even bend. Hardly appetizing. He makes a good point. 
Mother, refusing to acknowledge that she may have made an error in judgement, becomes snippy(er). 
The Man, sensing her snippiness, returns in kind. 
During all of this, no one is paying attention to either me or Max. We have yet to play fetch. The priorities of the humans was clearly screwed up.
Eventually we played a few rounds of fetch. This, too, was cut short due to the heat and Maxwell's insistence on running to the nearest mud puddle. 
Overall, ehh.
The only saving grace was the chicken AND beef broth cubes we were given to help us cool off. 

Damn heat. It's ruining my fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cranky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/469480</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 05:37:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Strike 1:
The AC is broken. Mother came home yesterday to find the house was a sweltering 87 degree ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Strike 1:
The AC is broken. Mother came home yesterday to find the house was a sweltering 87 degrees. The AC was running, just not pumpin' out any chilly breezes - definitely (and literally) NOT COOL! 

Strike 2:
We tried to play some fetch, but due to the high temps inside, Max would run outside with the squeaky and lay in the mud.  He would then come running inside once he had cooled off a bit and track mud all over the floors, couch and rugs. Mom hates dirt. The phrase "I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the dirt", is muttered frequently around here.

Strike 3:
Mom had her 4th (!!) interview for the new job on Monday (jet-lag be damned!). The 5th - and final- interview is supposed to be scheduled for tomorrow. It will be a phone interview, so she doesn't have to look purty or nuthin' - good news! - but she still hasn't heard back from the scheduling people. She's getting antsy. Call them? Wait? Call them? Wait? Oh the agony!!!

Strike 4 (In Izzy's world, there are 4 strikes in baseball, don't judge me):
THE BILL arrived in the mail yesterday for the colonoscopy and EGD. I volunteered to open it for her, but Mother said, she'd look at it "later". 

So, Mother is cranky. She left for work this morning - after all, <i>someone</i> has to empty the dishwasher in the break room... - Max and I breathed a sigh of relief. A cranky Mother is no fun!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vindicated and it feels so good</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/469218</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 10:50:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Instead of barking on and on about the recent injustices I was forced to suffer (locked up AND no so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Instead of barking on and on about the recent injustices I was forced to suffer (locked up AND no souvenir t-shirt!!!), I will instead focus my attention on the recent vindication felt by Mother - who by the way, I am NOT talking to yet. She received the cold shoulder when she picked up Max and me and I refuse to cuddle with her (although I did sneak her a kiss when she was sleeping) - anywhoodle...
Loyal readers are familiar with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/441543">Kayla</a> and her ability to get away with almost anything. Well, her super-powers were used for evil a few months back when she complained/whined to the boss-lady that she felt "overwhelmed" by the sheer amount of work that she had to accomplish each day.  Boss-lady listened with a sympathetic ear and vowed to help Kayla. Now, Mother is certainly not the boss, nor anything resembling the boss -at work that is, but the way the real boss-lady handled the situation and the way Mother would have handled the situation are completely different. Mother thinks it would have been advantageous to all involved - especially Kayla - if boss-lady helped Kayla improve her self-confidence and also worked with her on time management skills. Perhaps suggesting that YouTube be watched <i>after</i> the work for the day was completed. Maybe recommending talking to the husband only <i>once</i> during the day, for a specified period of time. But, whatever. Like I said, Mother is not the boss, so she wasn't consulted. 
The way boss-lady chose to help Kayla was to assign about 50% of Kayla's duties to Mother. 
Yes.
That meant that Mother (dietitian and exercise physiologist) would now be doing not only her jobs, but also the filing, chart reviews, report assembly, dishwasher loading AND unloading and client greetings (including giving them the urine cup for their specimen...).  Being a team player, Mother did so - foolishly thinking that somewhere along the line boss-lady would start to help Kayla with her time management skills. 
Ha!
Never happened.
When Mother pointed out - after 2 months - that is was difficult for her to be setting up her equipment in the back and ALSO greet the clients in the front - boss lady became perturbed that Mother wasn't being a "team player". Sigh.
So, all this is to say, that while Mother was gone last week and other "team members" had to pick up the slack - well, finally it was realized just how much Mother is asked to do on a daily basis. Not that anything is going to change in terms of reassigning job responsibilities, it was just nice to hear from other co-workers (not boss-lady though!) that Mother really does do a lot!
It will all be super awesome when Mother springs her 2 weeks notice on these suckers - hopefully next week - shhhhh.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Freedom is close at hand!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/468780</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jun 2008 09:09:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I shall be freed from the confines of my cell this evening. Mother and The Man returned home late la ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I shall be freed from the confines of my cell this evening. Mother and The Man returned home late last night (12:00 - EEK!) and both had to report for duty this morning, thus leaving no time to spring Max and myself. I enjoyed the few days of freedom I spent with Cindy and her two precious pups. I savored my time in the sunlight. I breathed deeply the fresh air. Alas, my time on the outside was too short. Cindy returned us to the depths of despair last Thursday. I made my displeasure of the accomodations quite clear when I peed on the floor of the "lobby". 
I shall never take my freedom for granted again!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Keeping you entertained</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/465014</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 May 2008 14:00:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I know that my upcoming absence will cause many of you to twiddle your paws out of boredom. I realiz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I know that my upcoming <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/413363/diary/Maxs_musings/464493">absence</a> will cause many of you to twiddle your paws out of boredom. I realize that I am an important part of your everyday lives. Yes, I know that when I am out of the loop, chaos can ensue. I apologize for this. It's out of my paws, really. So, in the interest of keeping the peace, I would like to provide you with a few dogster blogs to keep you entertained (and out of trouble!):

Read along as <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/484799">Maxwell</a> tries to maintain his rightful position in the bed and laughs as his Mom tries to take them all for a walk (<i>what</i> was she thinking?).

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486616">Kodi</a> is still trying to get over his recent trauma with the whole camping ordeal. Share in his triumph as he once again, is reunited with his couch. 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472">Addison</a> is all about work, work, work. If it's not jumping on her Momma or protecting her Dad from a snake, it gonna be something else. 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/740724">Gracie</a> graduated from doggie obedience!!! Soon, pictures will be posted. Keep up to date with her latest pics!

There is just no telling what <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574535">Kirby</a> (Kirbalito if you're feeling formal) is up to. Hopefully he can get the Super Sonic Doghouse up and running again...

Finally, you can always pop by my beloved <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sam's</a> page for a quick "how ya doin'?" But don't get too friendly, or else I'll have to kick your a$$ upon my return. 

<i>Hasta</i> on June 9th dear friends!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Muppets?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/464488</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 May 2008 05:33:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Monday evening Mother and I were enjoying a nice car ride. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Monday evening Mother and I were enjoying a nice car ride. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing in my face - all in all, superb.
Mother decided it was a good time to take a quick spin through the car wash. 
"Don't worry Bella," I was told, "The mops and scrubbers are just like <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.evtv1.com/player.aspx?itemnum=2360">The Muppets</a>. It'll be like our own personal Muppet Show."
She couldn't have been more wrong.
I don't know what kind of sick Muppet Show Mother grew up watching, but if it was anything like the horror I experienced during the car wash, it's no wonder her inner puppy needs therapy.
The "Muppets" attacked the car at all angles. On top, on the sides. They covered our car! Soap was spraying everywhere, we were completely engulfed. Horrifying. There was sashaying and whirling and squeaking - some from the mop heads, some from me. 
Eventually we made it out alive.
I was not impressed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ins and outs of Mother</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/463081</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 May 2008 06:14:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother arrived home yesterday earlier than usual. I assumed she came home early in order to make up  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother arrived home yesterday earlier than usual. I <i>assumed</i> she came home early in order to make up for practically ignoring me the night before. I was wrong. I begged and pleaded to go out for a walk - which is our usual ritual when she comes home. She kept telling me it was too hot outside to go for a walk.  Apparently at the time of my inquiry it was hovering around 95 degrees. Whatever. I have no concept of temperature, Farenheit or Celsius. I continued my attempts at being allowed outside for a walk for a few more minutes. Eventually Mother collapsed on the couch for a bit of a snooze. It was then that I remembered that Mother had been scoped through and through that morning, so she was probably in need of a little siesta.  I allowed her to rest for about an hour, at which point I decided it was Izzy Time. I licked her face until she couldn't take it any more. After a few licks she gave up and said we could go for a walk. She reminded me that it was still hot outside, so we'd have to walk slowly. Again, whatever.
As soon as we stepped outside I felt it.  Dog! It was HOT outside! Why was I not warned about this?
We slowly strolled around the neighborhood. My tongue stayed in my mouth for only the first block, at which point my panting overtook my sense of poise and I let it hang out of my mouth in a most unflattering way. I enjoyed the walk, I just wish it could have been just a tad bit cooler. 
Once I was appropriately re-hydrated, I curled up next to Mother so I could see the pictures of all her innards. 
The scopes found 1 polyp (!!!) which was subsequently removed and biopsied. What 29 year-old has colon polyps?!? Great. There was also a little sum'in that could indicate ulcerative colitis. Nice.
The doc is about 95% sure that she does indeed have Celiac Disase - based on the blood test. But, biopsies of the <i>duodenum</i> (upper part of the intestines for those of you not "in the know") are needed to be 100% sure. Eight biopsies of the duodenum were taken as well. Results of all the biopsies should be back later in the week.
All of this affects me not at all. I'll wait and see what all the biopsies show before I start laying on the sympathy.
The good news is now that she has pictures of her intestines, stomach and esophagus we're all set in terms of pictures for the annual Holiday Card for friends and family! Merry Christmas from my duodenum to yours! It has a nice ring to it... no?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poopy head</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/462781</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 May 2008 06:45:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was a total waste in terms of spending quality time with me.  Apparently today is the day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was a total waste in terms of spending quality time with me.  Apparently today is the day Mother gets shish-kebobed, so to speak. She is having a colonoscopy AND 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.gicare.com/pated/epdgs18.htm">EGD</a>. Essentially she will be scoped from one end to the other.  The extent of any and all damage to her GI system will be known after her poking and prodding today. Because of the tests, Mother was forced to refrain from eating anything yesterday - surviving only on liquids. She was CRANKY!! Plus, to add insult to injury, after she fed me my dinner (I think she actually drooled when dishing out my food) she had to start drinking some sort of concoction in order to help the whole "cleansing" process along. To hear her describe it, you'd think she was drinking the urine of Satan, I can't imagine it was really <i>that</i> bad (editor's note: it was, indeed, that bad).  
So, while her evenings are normally spent relaxing with me on the sofa and repeatedly telling me how pretty I am, last night was different. Instead of curling up on the couch with Mother, I was forced to watch her choke down the mixed drink and at various moments shuffle to the bathroom. 
I was, essentially, ignored last night.
I will not be <i>ignored</i> Dan (cut to scene of me boiling a bunny...)!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleeping with one eye open</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/462134</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 May 2008 06:13:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My great pal Kirby made a good point yesterday in a paw mail to me:
&quot;I don't know about the fruit,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My great pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574535">Kirby</a> made a good point yesterday in a paw mail to me:
"I don't know about the fruit, berry and nut thingy your ma has to eat. I just can't see it filling her up. What if it turns her into a squirrel or sumthin (hey I'm not trying to be funny here, I'm just saying). 

And for Dog's Sake what if she wakes up in the middle of the night starving, and there YOU are, all nice and plump, sleeping like an angel and she goes for your throat or your pleasantly, teasingly white thigh.

GLUP I shudder to think of the horrors...
k 
I also think I better go take a cold shower ;o) "

First of all, Kirby makes a good point about my good looks - angelic, etc. Hopefully this doesn't upset my sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sam</a> - although it <i>would </i> be nice to have a chivalrous duel for my affection  :)

Anywhoodle - I am now very suspicious of any and all advances Mother makes. She came home last night and tried to give me my "I'm home" head scritches. I balked. Ohhh, hands coming at my neck! Run away! She fed me my dinner - did she poison it? We played fetch, was she trying to run me to death so she could feast on me later?
Suspicious!
All night long, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Bedtime approacheth. I was sleepy, but I fought to keep my eyes open. Eventually Mother fell asleep, so I felt remotely safe closing both eyes for a moment of rest. 
I woke up at various points throughout the night and checked on her. She was sleeping, I was safe for the time being. 
Mother is at work now. I will sleep now so I can be on full alert when she comes home.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bacon Freeze?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/461920</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 May 2008 13:25:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Max was reading me the paw mail he received from Mulligan. Seeing as though I am very busy, what wit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max was reading me the paw mail he received from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/262047">Mulligan</a>. Seeing as though I am very busy, what with overtaking the world and all, I was only half listening. Blah, blah, blah. Then he said something about how Mother would now have to do something along the lines of "Bacon Freeze". I was intrigued.
Bacon Freeze.
Would that mean she would prepare bacon for us, then freeze it?!?
OR
Did that mean there was a worldwide shortage on bacon and Americans were now limited in the amount of bacon they could eat. I was unaware of bacon's ability to be used as an alternative fuel source, but I haven't been as studious as I had been regarding world events. I had visions of Bush invading hog farms all over America in order to "liberate" them. 
Hmmm. 
The first option made my tail wag. We NEVER get any bacon. I have only heard of its gloriousness from other pups. The prospect of receiving bacon - even frozen bacon- seemed too much to handle!
It was as I was dreaming of all the frozen bacon I would now be eating when Maxwell interupted my day dreaming.
"Bake and freeze! Not bacon freeze you idiot! Mulligan pointed out that now that Mom's food choices are limited, she will start baking and then freezing foods that she can tolerate. Sheesh!" He shook his head and walked away.

I liked my idea of freezing bacon better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Volunteering my services</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/460471</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 May 2008 08:41:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My good pal Louie is going to be in need of a Secret Service detail. His mom was just elected Presid ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My good pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a> is going to be in need of a Secret Service detail. His mom was just elected President of something-or-other - thus stepped up security is needed for all involved.
I'm thinking of volunteering for a post in the Secret Service for Louie. His mom can fend for herself.  I can be pretty sneaky when I want to be, plus, I can <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/photo/3490290">blend in</a> to almost any situation. 

I also think I could help him score a kitteh of his very own. 
I love a challenge.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Delightful discovery!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/460426</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 May 2008 06:10:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother was lounging on the couch last night - laying on her tummy watching Law and Order (apparently ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was lounging on the couch last night - laying on her tummy watching Law and Order (apparently The TiVo'd episodes of The Golden Girls was not as interesting... thank DOG!). I moseyed on over to her, hoping for a few well-deserved head scritches. All of the sudden, I felt IT. There was heat eminating from around Mother. I knew it wasn't merely her aura. There was something real producing that awesome heat. 
I jumped up on the couch under the guise of wanting to cuddle with Mother (as <i>if</i>!). She scootched over to make room for me on the chaise end of the sectional. 
There it was.
A heating pad.
A delightful little section of heaven - Just. For. Me.
Throughout the show I managed to oh-so-gently push Mother off the heating pad so I could savor the warmth all by myself. 
I don't care if Mother suffered. I was quite happy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is this some kind of sick joke?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/459397</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 May 2008 06:42:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sunday Mother returned from the grocery store with a gift for me. She presented me with a stuffed bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunday Mother returned from the grocery store with a gift for me. She presented me with a stuffed bunny. It was given to me with great fan-fare and excitement! Clearly the stuffie was a remnant from the Easter clearance bin, but I couldn't have cared less - a brand new stuffie just for me! Woo-hoo! I tore into that bad boy like a fatty into a cake. I tore, I ripped, I flipped, I shook. But then, I stopped. 
Something was wrong.
I nudged it.  Nothing.
I chomped on it.
Nothing.
There was no squeaky in my stuffie! It was born squeaky-less.
What's the point of that?!?
I did manage to tear its innards out, but really it was just for show. My heart wasn't in it.
Imagine, a stuffie without a squeaky.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Creepy or sweet?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/459053</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 May 2008 08:57:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First off, I big wet slobbery kiss goes out to My Beloved Sam for sending me a cake with a little su ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First off, I big wet slobbery kiss goes out to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">My Beloved Sam</a> for sending me a cake with a little <i>sum'in, sum'in</i>  hidden in it to help bust me outta my prison. I have now been allowed to view my vast kingdom with the blinds up - windows remain closed.  Also a big shout out to my dear friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/292006">Demon Flash Bandit</a> for sharing his stories of freedom. That pup can HAUL tookus! Apparently as a pup he pulled an entire Rubbermaid Storage shed behind him.... Wowza! He too, is no longer trusted to be next to an open window. 

Anywhoodle - Sunday morning I wanted to wake up Mother so she could have the honor of feeding me breakfast. After jumping on her a few times and dropping my green squeaky on her head twice, I suddenly realized it was Mother's Day - I should be nicer to her. So, I settled down on the bed. I decided to simply take in "the moment" - peaceful quietness, early morning zen, the whole bit.  I rested my head on Mother's shoulder, inches from her face. I decided not to blink (at all), lest I miss any of  "the moment". I was breathing deeply - very zen-like. <i>I thought</i> it was a special moment between Mother and dog. <i>Mother thought</i> it was creepy, what with me staring at her incesantly and breathing heavily on her face.  Staring and deep breathing inches from her face. Happy Mother's Day, or not, depending on your view.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So much for my room with a view</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/458241</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 May 2008 06:42:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The temperatures are rising here in Texas dear pups. It's not quite hot enough for Mother to turn th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The temperatures are rising here in Texas dear pups. It's not quite hot enough for Mother to turn the AC on, but she did crack open a few windows yesterday. We have a set of three windows in the front room that pretty much go from the floor to somwhere above my head. The blinds were lifted, the windows opened. Nice. 
Mother and The Man left for dinner a while later.
They came home to see one of the screens of above mentioned windows had been bent outwardly. Max and I were on the lam. You see, rabbits like to sit in my front yard and taunt me and Max. I'm usually okay with it, but Maxwell turns into a raving lunatic when he sees a rabbit mocking him. So, with there being no glass partition to stop us from chasing off the interloper, Maxwell simply used his (magnificent) noggin to <i>gently</i> nudge the screen out of our way.
I guess the parentals were not pleased when they came home to see the screen bent (it was fixable, calm down people!) and no dogs. 
The Man drove around for a bit looking for us, but eventually he had to give up and go home. He's got a bit of the snuffles and needed his rest (beauty and otherwise). Mother was restless and knew she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she made a few spins around the 'hood looking for us. 
After about 15 minutes she saw me running through a nearby field. Being a (natural) blonde I'm easier to see in the dark. I ran to the car and hopped in. I had had a glorious romp and managed to roll in something that I thought smelled divine! Based on the fact that I was quickly thrown in the shower and scrubbed down for 5 minutes, I think Mother disagreed.
As soon as I was bathed, Mother opened the front door to see if she could call Max.  Sure enough, there was Max, trotting up the front sidewalk. Happy as can be.
The windows have been closed. The blinds have been lowered. I am in prison.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fool me once...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/458058</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 May 2008 13:48:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is looking for a new job (on the sly). Her current job is fine enough, she just bores easily  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is looking for a new job (on the sly). Her current job is fine enough, she just bores easily and apparently her current job lends itself to a lot of boredom (excessive diary entries, anypup?). I don't care really what she does all day - as long as my bowl always has kibble in it. 
I guess she has a few interesting prospects lined up. An interview here, another one there - it's enough to make a pup almost care (hey! that rhymes... doesn't it?).
The job that she really wants requires a lot of travel during the week. She was explaining this job to <i>grandma</i> the other night.
The next day <i>grandma</i> was telling Mother how much Angel missed Bodhi - well no sh*t Sherlock! Apparently <i>grandma</i> didn't really think the whole "disposing of Bodhi" thing through completely. When the exciting job prospect and the requisite travel was brought up again <i>grandma</i> anxiously asked, "Does this mean Izzy would come live with me?!?"
I cannot lie to you dear friends, there was a bit of urine leakage that occured from laughing so hard. 
Uhhh, no <i>grandma</i>, you will not be getting me as a roommate/playmate for Angel.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's with all the yelling?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/457674</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 May 2008 11:51:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Max and I were playing in the backyard last night. By &quot;playing&quot; I, of course, mean &quot;pooping&quot;.  Mom a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Max and I were playing in the backyard last night. By "playing" I, of course, mean "pooping".  Mom and The Man happened to be sitting on the couch, facing the doggie door.  As I approacheth the doggie door, The Man noticed that I had acquired a strange gait - sort of a walk-squat-saunter. Mother immediately recognized this as the "Dingleberry Shuffle" and tried to prevent my entering of the house. 
She was too slow.
As soon as I ran inside, I immediately noticed the shag rug and knew it would be the perfect solution to my dingleberry problem. 
I scootched.
She screamed.
The d-berry was disposed of <i>properly</i>.
The Spot Bot was turned on. 
I still don't know what the big deal was.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snipe hunt, anypup?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/456574</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 May 2008 12:37:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes it's just too easy.
We spent Saturday night and part of Sunday with Max and The Man in Cr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes it's just too easy.
We spent Saturday night and part of Sunday with Max and The Man in Crappy Town. Maxwell was ever vigilant at his squirrel-patrol post (i.e. the ottoman and/or chair overlooking the backyard). He's very intense about this whole "job". 
I decided to have a little bit of fun with him.
Maxwell will run from his post and  quickly charge outside if there is even the slightest chance a squirrel may be within catching distance, (this is no easy task considering the hard wood floors throughout the house).  I used this bit of information to my advantage. 
I pretended to be assisting Maxwell in his patrol duties. Suddenly, I would jump up, yell "SQUIRREL!" and run outside. Maxwell, being nothing if not an avid squirrel catcher (in his mind), would follow me outside. 
I'd run outside and then firmly plant my butt right next to one of the tall trees. Meanwhile Maxwell would wear himself out frantically running all around the yard (it's quite a large yard, really) trying to find the squirrel. There was no squirrel.  
Occasionally I would look up, as if to indicate that the squirrel was <i>just here</i> but that Maxwell just missed him run up the tree. 
I did this whole game at least 5 times this weekend. It never got old. Maxwell never caught on.
I am awesome.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/456465</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 May 2008 07:31:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I would like to start off by saying that I DID NOT eat the baby. She came in, I licked her foot then ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I would like to start off by saying that I DID NOT eat the baby. She came in, I licked her foot then promptly deduced that she did <i>did not</i> taste like chicken (or veal) and quickly lost interest in the drooling little creature. Now, just because I lost interest in her does not mean that she lost interest in me. Quite the contrary dear friends. She was infatuated with me! I could not keep her from staring at me, pointing at me, laughing at all my wonderful antics, etc. Everything I did was wonderful, in the eyes of the drooling creature. I mean, I knew that I was wonderful, but it's rare that my usual audience finds me sooooo enthralling. All in all, we managed to behave ourselves, she and I.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I hope they taste like chicken</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/455532</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 May 2008 13:18:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother steam cleaned the carpets last night. She assures me that I am next on her list of things to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother steam cleaned the carpets last night. She assures me that I am next on her list of things to be deep-cleaned. Her insistence that all things be clean is due to the fact that she is having a few lady friends over for a pot-luck luncheon thingy tomorrow. She invited her closest female friends with instructions to bring some sort of food to share (store-bought would NOT be looked down upon) and any other female friends who would enjoy catty conversation and wine. Mother specifically said "husbands and other children should stay home".  She said this for a few reasons:
1. Husbands (and long-term boyfriends) tend to bring a certain level of "huh?" to any type of catty conversation. Yes, it may be true that yapping all day about the sheer audacity of a particular woman and particular woman's taste in men will probably not change particular woman's mating habits (especially since particular woman was not invited... catty), but the men always feel the need to be so <i>logical</i> in these types of situations. Ugh. Logic has NO PLACE at a women's luncheon. 
2. Mother doesn't like children all that much. Also, when children are around the mother is either too worried about the little one causing trouble that she cannot possibly interact effectively with the grown-ups, OR the little one is causing a spit load of chaos, but the mother chooses to ignore it.  Either way, no kids!
Yesterday Mother receives an e-mail from M saying M is excited about the lunch and also M has invited B. Yeah! More women to be catty with!! Then she continued reading. B will be bringing her 5 month old baby, S.
What. The. Hell.
Were the instructions not clear enough?
Apparently B is one of <i>those women</i> who assume that when someone says "no kids" she thinks, "Well surely she didn't mean I couldn't bring my child. I mean MY child is perfect. The rules clearly don't apply to me and my perfect offspring. I'm sure of it."
Before she could stop herself, Mother sent an e-mail to M saying "Great! I'm assuming S is the dish B is bringing to share? Do I need to set out an extra pair of tongs?"
Mother patted me on the head after she read the e-mail and told me not to worry, she hears babies tend to taste like chicken.
It should be a great afternoon for everyone.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A tale of 2 Dexters</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/455407</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 May 2008 07:01:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dexter 1.  Comical, intellectual, verbose, dashingly good looks.

Dexter 2 Sweet, adorable, charmi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter 1</a>.  Comical, intellectual, verbose, dashingly good looks.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/709344">Dexter 2</a> Sweet, adorable, charming.

That's all.

Just thought I'd point out my favoritest Dexters.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I like that in a man</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/454689</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:01:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love me some Samster!! What I love best about mi amore is the way he has decided to grab life by t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love me some <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Samster</a>!! What I love best about <i>mi amore</i> is the way he has decided to grab life by the balls (or Neuticles, for our altered compadres) and enjoy his remaining time here on planet Earth. 
My Pongo decided to live that way too after his unfortunate diagnosis. No mopey "woe is me" - at least not in public.  I loved My Pongo for that, and I love  my Sammy  for the same thing - although I love my Samster in a different way than I love My Pongo, otherwise that would just be creepy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Un-freakin' believable!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/454300</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 06:16:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, I'm alive and well after spending a few days frolicking with my pals Bandit and Chloe. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, I'm alive and well after spending a few days frolicking with my pals Bandit and Chloe. We all got along surprisingly well. I was poopered when I got home.

Now, onto the latest astonishing story of strange human behavior... 
I'm not one to turn down food (with very few exceptions). I think it's rude to turn one's nose up when offered a tasty morsel of not-kibble. I am always polite when offered food of the human variety and scarf it down almost immediately. That's just how I roll.  I find it odd (rude, even) when I notice Mom deliberately NOT eating food she is served. This happens more often than I'd like to think about.
Case in point: Last Wednesday, Mom was running around trying to get everything ready for her weekend getaway. I helped out as much as I could with the last minute packing and scrubbing of the toilets (...not...). It was almost 8:00 before she realized she hadn't eaten dinner.  Max and I had, of course, been fed promptly at 6:00, lest we release our angry inner puppies.  So, as she was driving us to her friend's house for our extended sleep over, she pulled into a local drive-thru for a nosh and diet beverage. She took the unusual step of ordering (small) french frys with her veggie-whatever. Ohhhh, I was suddenly on Full Alert!! I put my Cute Face on. I know what you're thinking... "Cute face? Isn't your everyday face cute enough?" Let me just tell you, if I focus really hard, I can actually become <i> even cuter</i>. It's true! (Mom actually took a picture of me with my Cute Face on, but she used her cell-phone camera and the resulting pic is "too large" to upload onto my page. Trust me... I was way cute!). 
French fry. French fry. French fry.
Here's the disturbing part: Mom deliberately threw out the majority of her frys!! Apparently she has this <i>thing</i> about soggy frys. She won't eat 'em. She says  she they "aren't worth the calories if they aren't crispy." Well that pretty much eliminates a good half of the batch!
She just casually threw them out. Poof! Like it was no big deal.
It hurt me to see her do that.
I would have gladly eaten the soggy frys.
Humans.
Weird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You have GOT to be kidding me!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/452143</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 05:46:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My sweet, handsome Sam just found out he has cancer.
He just recently started a diary that showcase ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My sweet, handsome <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sam</a> just found out he has cancer.
He just recently started a diary that showcases his humor and style wonderfully. He was sweet enough to send me messages and rosettes before the start of his diary - the messages he sent were always brilliant and humorous - I knew I had to sink my claws into that boy. 
I can say it over and over again, but it appears the cancer gods aren't listening
IT'S NOT FAIR!!!

Don't you think enough is enough?

I'm tired of all the crying - it makes my mascara smudge.

Please send Sam and his family any love and support you can muster.

Damn that cancer!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Um, hello?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/451932</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 12:00:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dogsters... how come only 3 pups have signed Roxy's guest book?
Hmmm?
She's trying to help spread  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dogsters... how come only 3 pups have signed <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/486602">Roxy's</a> guest book?
Hmmm?
She's trying to help spread the message of REVOLUTION (or at least trying to get her human's butt off the couch - same thing, really). Sign her guest book and show your support!
COME ON!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oldies but goodies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/451521</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:24:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've got some free time on my paws, so I thought I'd make a list of some of my all-time favorite dog ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've got some free time on my paws, so I thought I'd make a list of some of my all-time favorite dogster posts. Keep in mind that this is not an all-inclusive list - just a brief snippet.
It goes without saying that pretty much everything <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</a> writes is pure gold... <i>pretty much</i>.  But, if I was forced to choose one of my favorite entries it would be <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108/diary/Big_brass_ones/420774">this one</a>.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/414188">Fred</a>, ahhh Fred. A dog of few words has never been so profound.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/414188/diary/The_journal_of_fred/261598">Classic Fred</a>.

Izzie and his <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/160707/diary/The_chronicles_of_izz/296392">liquid menace</a> problem. I've been there buddy, I've been there.

I just find <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/272883/diary/Moose_droppings/370590">Colyn</a> funny...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aptitude</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/449641</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:26:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have always excelled at every job I have had the pleasure of performing. I am just that awesome.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have always excelled at every job I have had the pleasure of performing. I am just that awesome.  If I were to take an aptitude test the results would clearly show I would be awesome at any job.  It's true.
Mother, on the other hand, would not fare so well, I suspect.  Her people skills are not always up to par. Her interaction with mankind last night is a perfect example.
Wanting to get rid of some landscaping rocks she has absolutely no use for, Mother posted an add on craigslist.  Being a young woman who lives alone, she was a bit leery of this entire process, but I reassured her that between using a bit of common sense  and my menacing glare and <i>ferocious</i> bark, we would be just fine. 
The guy who was interested in the rocks e-mailed Mother, directions to our house were provided. Mother gave the guys name and phone number to her friend telling her that if she (Mother) wasn't at work the next day it would be because this guy killed her. The friend was to then give the number to the police. 
As the rock guy was pulling into the driveway in the back (he would not be coming into the house - she's not <i>that</i> stupid) Mother debated whether she should greet him nonchalantly holding a butcher knife - trying to give off the impression that she was in the middle of hacking up something in the kitchen and forgot to put the knife down. Too creepy she decided.
She met him (and his basset hound Deliah) outside the gate. He seemed nice enough, but then again they all seem nice at first... 
She decided to just lay it all out for him before he came any closer.
"Look, before you come into the backyard I just want you to know that I'm a brown belt in Israeli hand-to-hand combat (not <i>entirely</i> true, but when said with enough conviction, somewhat believable), and my neighbor is a police officer. So, if you try to kill me I will kick you in the crotch and then scream bloody murder. M'kay?"
He seemed amused by this. He promised he would not try to kill her.
So, they loaded up the rocks without any incident.
This is all to say, I don't think Mother should apply for any job requiring tact or overt people skills.

On a totally different note: I managed to be quite the good host to Deliah. Surprising considering she is a female. Normally I DO NOT tolerate other female dogs in my presence - especially my yard. I probably felt the need to be extra nice  to her in order to overcompensate for Mother's attitude towards the owner.
Sigh.
It's hard being the sane one all the time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pre-emptive strike</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/449392</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 14:03:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm tagging myself, so back off!! Don't even think about tagging me.... don't do it! 
Ahem.

4 jo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm tagging myself, so back off!! Don't even think about tagging me.... don't do it! 
Ahem.

4 jobs I have had:
1. Morale booster at my foster home
2. Carpet stainer (recently spayed, had some bladder control problems)
3. Alarm clock on the weekends
4. World dominator!!!

4 places I have lived:
1. Houston, Texas - apparently
2. Denton, TX
3. On the edge. I live on the edge, baby.
4. Allen, TX

4 places I have been:
1. Sherman, TX (aka "Crappy Town" - I don't recommend it)
2. Dog park in Plano, TX
3. Turkey Trot in Dallas
4. Mom's office - only once, but I enjoyed my stay

4 places I'd rather be:
1. Sitting atop my throne looking down on everyone
2. Playing with my Pongo
3. Prancing around the neighborhood, showing off my beauty
4. The factory where Frost Paws are made.

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another reason I like my mom...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/449259</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:16:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>With only minimal disgust, and the assistance of a poop bag, she removes my dingle berries. 
You go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ With only minimal disgust, and the assistance of a poop bag, she removes my dingle berries. 
You gotsta appreciate <i>that</i>.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfathomable!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/448935</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 11:41:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/448935</guid>
		<description>Despite my magnificent brain (and singing voice! - though that really has nothing to do with my curr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Despite my magnificent brain (and singing voice! - though that really has nothing to do with my current entry, just wanted to mention it again...) I cannot for the life of me understand how such a girl as pretty as <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/740724">Gracie</a> only has 21 pup pals!!! 
It's down right mind boggling, is what it is.
Come on pupsters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Perfect pitch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/448848</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:33:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's just another thing that makes me perfect. Yup. Mother finally realized this weekend that I ca ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's just another thing that makes me perfect. Yup. Mother <i>finally</i> realized this weekend that I can sing perfect harmony with the local fire trucks and/or police car sirens. We were both hanging' out in the back yard when the sirens started. I cleared my throat and started my perfect singing. It started out low - very "Old Man River". Soon enough my voice and the siren were in perfect harmony. 
Arrrrrrooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
It was beautiful.
Mother wants to record my singing, but unfortunately the only way to ensure the proper timing of a siren is to deliberately commit a crime then call it in to the proper authorities. I doubt that will happen.

<i>Edited to add: It's not the "commiting a crime" part that Mother would have difficulty with, it's the "turning herself in" she would struggle with...</i>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My M.O.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/447703</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 06:28:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has gotten it in her head that ever since the Tulip Miracle she should be more diligent in he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has gotten it in her head that ever since the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/438005">Tulip Miracle</a> she should be more diligent in her gardening. She has since decided to try and grow some vegetables. A few packets of seeds, some peat moss trays and a bunch of photosynthesis later, she had managed to sprout some seedlings. All the while, said seedlings were kept inside on a shelf - close enough to a window to receive needed sunlight, but far enough from me to prevent eating... grrrr. Earlier this week, she decided to move the seedlings outside and plant them in their forever home. The new "garden" will soon be protected by a brick retaining wall in order to keep out <i>hooligans</i>. Unwilling to wait until she was able to construct the retaining wall, Mother propped up some slats of wood around the seedlings in order to keep <i>interlopers</i> out. Wanting to be helpful, The Man provided Mother with a tomato plant that had already managed to grow beyond the seedling stage. While not close to sprouting any tomatoes, it was larger than her made-from-scratch tomato plants Mother was cultivating.  So, the larger tomato plant was planted next to the seedlings and the wood slats were propped up around the little guys. 
A few days later, The Man came back and went to check on the progress of the garden. He was a bit peeved that the tomato plant he had so graciously provided Mother had recently been somewhat decapitated.... A few of the stems had been snapped off.  Mother hadn't noticed this before, so she deduced it must have happened earlier that day. Well, The Man was NOT HAPPY. "That was an expensive plant." He repeated over and over throughout the night. Gimmie a break! The Man easily blows through $200-$300 every few weeks when he plays poker with his buddies. One handicapped tomato plant should not cause nearly the emotional and/or financial loss as a night of poker - am I right?!? Anywho - Mother grabbed a few chopsticks and some (mint-flavored) dental floss and constructed a splint of sorts for the injured plant. We're crossing our paws that it pulls through. 

The whole point of this saga is to mention the conversation I overheard last night.

The Man is convinced that <i>I was responsible</i> for the slight decapitation of the ("expensive") tomato plant. Fortunately Mother stood up for me and explained that my <i>modus operandi</i> is not to chomp off the heads of things, but rather to dig them up, then eat them. Since there had been no signs of digging (whatsoever), Mother concluded that I had nothing to do with the trauma experienced by the tomato plant - and, apparently, The Man as well. Mother insisted that The Man apologize. He did. I forgave him.
All is well.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Most likely to...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/447281</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 05:12:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/447281</guid>
		<description>I never attended school, obedience or otherwise. I'm sure if I did, I would be waaaay popular and ha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I never attended school, obedience or otherwise. I'm sure if I did, I would be waaaay popular and have a whole bunch of other pups waiting in line to sign my yearbook. I'm sure of it. 
Well, my friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/484799">Maxwell</a>,  (not <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/413363/photo/2311527">him</a>, another one) has a sign-in book on his dogster page. Pop on over there and show him some love. He's a cutie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I miss my Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/446161</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Apr 2008 13:57:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It seems as if once a month, every month,  my Mother goes missing. In her place is a human who looks ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems as if once a month, every month,  my Mother goes missing. In her place is a human who looks like her, sounds, like her, and smells like her, but is <i>not her</i>. How do I know this? Because this imposter is a total bitch - and not in a good way like me.
The Imposter is very emotional - the emotion she clings to the most is cranky. One minute she is the normal, sweet, belly-rubbing mother that I love. The very next minute she is a raving lunatic! 
Yes! It's true! 
Just yesterday, for example, The Imposter was taking Maxwell and myself to the dog park. We were all singing along to the radio when all of the sudden she became all <i>vaklempt</i> and teary-eyed. I gave her a few Izzy Kissys to make her happy - it worked, she thanked me. I gave her a few more Izzy Kissys and she goes all bonkers on me, telling me to knock it off! Sheesh!
Later that day the same thing happens: happy mood --->teary-eyed--->Izzy Kissys--->happy mood--->more Izzy Kissys--->pissy mood.

She rolled her eyes at The Man more times than I can count - although, in all fairness, that may be more The Man's fault than The Imposter's...

She pooped out waaay before we were finished playing fetch, AND she barely gave me my goodnight ear scritches before she huffed off to bed, mumbling something  that was quite frankly unsuitable to type...

This morning she was all sunshine for about 2 minutes, then WHAM-O - Cranky City - population 1.

I hope Mom comes back soon or else me and The Imposter are gonna have some words!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>For her own protection</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/444997</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Apr 2008 13:22:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pongo used to be VERY afraid of thunderstorms! The little guy would pace in front of Mother until sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pongo used to be VERY afraid of thunderstorms! The little guy would pace in front of Mother until she picked him up or invited him on the bed. It was kinda embarrassing, really, just what a sissy he could be, but it was part of him charm, I suppose.
I myself am quite brave. Nothing fazes me. I laugh in the face of danger! Last night we had a rather strong thunderstorm, with hail and wind to boot. Mother still hasn't gotten over not having Pongo with us, so out of habit she said, "Come here Pongo, it's okay." While still half asleep... I let it pass. Well, eventually after the thunder, lightning, hail and wind continued to persist, I thought it would be best for Mother if I curled up next to her. Not because I was scared, mind you, but because I thought Mother might be a little terrified of the apocalyptic-like weather we were having. I was cool as a cucumber. It was Mother's well-being I was looking after as I curled up into a tight little ball right next to her. 
Yes.
I was <i>worried about Mother</i>, not the scary weather.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The best kind of fairy tale</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/443383</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 09:33:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Once upon a time (well, Saturday night actually) Mother and The Man decided to have friends over for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Once upon a time (well, Saturday night actually) Mother and The Man decided to have friends over for dinner. Being the only one who refuses to eat anything that at one point had a face, Mother agreed that the dinner guests would probably appreciate being served some sort of meat carcass. The Man was placed in charge of this task whilst Mother prepared side dishes, thus ensuring she would have something to eat while everyone else was eating Bessie The Cow.  The Man fretted about what exactly to serve the guests. He finally decided on T-bone steak (I think you know where this story is headed...). Princess Izzy and her servant Handsome Maxwell waited patiently by the oven whilst Bessie's flesh was roasting away. They also practiced their "We're so lovable and innocent" looks in hopes of charming their way into a piece of cow. The smells wafting from the kitchen were unlike anything they had smelled for awhile. It was heaven! During dinner Princess Izzy and Handsome Maxwell sat obediently by the table. Their eyes were wide, smiles were bright. Each was on their best behavior. Eventually the dishes were cleared from the table. Neither pup had received so much as a sliver of Bessie's flesh. Dejected, they walked away to the living room.
Suddenly, as the clock struck 8:00 a miracle happened! Mother approached each dog with what could only be described as the most heavenly sight - a t-bone with some meat still attached! The clouds parted, angels sang! It was a glorious moment indeed!
Princess Izzy and Handsome Maxwell each settled down on the floor and eagerly chomped away at their own bone. They both lived happily ever after...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggy Survey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/441958</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 12:46:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Taken from Beau's diary...
What is your name?   Izzy

What breed are you?  Great American Mutt
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Taken from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/697660">Beau's</a> diary...
What is your name?   Izzy

What breed are you?  Great American Mutt

How much did you cost?   $75 plus the cost of gas

What is your favorite toy?   My green squeaky (aka - Good Cuz with no feet)
Do you wear clothes?   Only on Halloween

Long or short hair?   Short

Indoor or outdoor? Ummmm, hafta say outdoors if the sun is shining

Do you sleep with your pawrents or in your own bed?   Both, depending on  my need to snuggle or feel independent.

What's your favorite color?   Color? I'm relatively color blind I think, but if I had to choose I'd say green.

Do you chase cats or get along with them? Chase 'em!

How old are you?   5 years 

Do you like to go swimming?  NO!

Are you fixed?  I was never broken. Always been perfect :)  I have been spayed though.

What color is your fur? Light blonde with dark blonde low-lights

Do you get groomed? Occasionally. Usually I'm just thrown in the shower at home.

Are you potty trained? Yuppers!

How much do you bark?  Depends on what I have to say.  I like to speak my mind, so at times I do bark a lot.

Have you ever bit anyone? No, but some of the kids in my 'hood are just beggin' for it...

Are you friendly with other dogs or just attack?  I will not tolerate another female dog in my house. Other male dogs, for the most part, I tolerate just fine as long as they know I am in charge.

Does your Mom/owner have a carrying bag for you? Uhhh, no.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Izzy Everlasting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/441543</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 09:49:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I try to listen in on the human conversations. Sometimes they are interesting, sometimes they are no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I try to listen in on the human conversations. Sometimes they are interesting, sometimes they are not. Either way, I feel as if I walk away from the conversation with a little more knowledge regarding how humans think (or, in some cases <i>if</i> they think).
The other night, Mother was talking to The Man about the latest "Kayla-ism".
Kayla is one of Mother's co-workers. She is the office secretary/assistant. She is very young and naive. Kayla is one of those humans who seems to be missing the filter that stops most people from saying dumb things. Her inner monologue function is in need of rebooting. Many a time Mother has told stories of random things Kayla has said that are either very perplexing, somewhat racist, flat-out stupid, or a combination of all the above. All the while, she is oblivious to her verbal faux pas. Hence, the term "Kayla-ism".
The latest story goes something like this:
Mother and the 3 other women she works with (Kayla included) were at lunch last Friday. Out of nowhere Kayla says, "I wish I was black" (...there's more, wait for it....) "that way I could dance." Mother's boss-lady (who happens to be black) nearly fell off of her seat laughing. Mother then said, "Yeah. I wish I was a lesbian. That way I would be good with power tools..." Kayla was oblivious to the sarcasm.
So all of this is to bring home the story of what The Man's reaction to that story was. He pointed out that Kayla can get away with saying stupid things like that now, because she's cute (in a perky, young, irritating kinda way). I sighed a huge sigh of relief at this. 
PHEW! I'm cute too, meaning I can say anything I want and not be held accountable for it.
Then The Man continued... "Unfortunately some day her cuteness is going to wear off and she's going to say something stupid like she usually does and end up getting bi*ch slapped."
I have no worries, for I am Izzy Everlasting! I will always be cute. I never have to worry about losing my cuteness and thus my ability to bark my mind. Nice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Joy of joys</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/440674</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:45:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spring is here, Easter is over (buh-bye bunny ears!), it's time to be happy again!
Some of the joys ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spring is here, Easter is over (buh-bye bunny ears!), it's time to be happy again!
Some of the joys in my life:
1. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a> (hey birthday girl!) has finally earned a 4 paw rating for her page! She was stuck at a depressing 2 paws for quite some time, but fortunately the latest voter recognized the quality of her page and bumped up her page rating... dare we hope for a 5 paw rating.... 

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/226209">Ziero's</a> tail is on the mend! He has a check-up with the vet to see what, if anything, needs to be removed, but it's definitely getting better! Pop on over and give him some love. Is it just me, or are pit bulls oh so dreamy?

3. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/580969">Ben</a> is recovering nicely after some *%$& in an SUV hit him. He's enjoying his bed rest and having his people wait on him hand a paw. 

4. Now that Easter is over, I no longer have to suffer the indignity of having my bunny ear picture as my lead photo... sadly I now have to suffer the indignity of having my flower picture as my lead photo.. It's a slight improvement, I suppose.

5. Even though I don't celebrate Easter personally, Mother was kind enough to give me an Easter treat yesterday - asparagus! Yes, I realize asparagus isn't necessarily saved for Easter (in fact I just had some last week), but I took advantage of the funky colored pee pee it produced and colored the back yard as if it were my own giant Easter egg. Good times!

6. It looks like Bodhi <i>may</i> have found his furever home. Mother e-mailed <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/532130">Levi</a> and his family this morning to see of they are still interested in taking on the Bodmeister. We're waiting with great anticipation... This could be great!

That's all I got.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guess where I am...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/439689</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 12:12:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Go ahead. Guess.....
I'm at work with Mother!!!  Yup. Apparently she decided to be a bit mischievou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Go ahead. Guess.....
I'm at work with Mother!!!  Yup. Apparently she decided to be a bit mischievous and bring me with her to her office. I thought she was really living on the edge until we got here and I realized that not only are there no clients scheduled for today, but half of the staff is off today as well - including her boss lady! So much for being a rebel. It's still pretty exciting. I like to pretend that I am the boss. This morning I supervised Mother as she did her resistance exercises. Her form wasn't bad, but I had to make a few corrections regarding her technique. It's a good thing I was here.
I've ridden in the elevator a few times. Going up is like 10 seconds of hell. Going down isn't so bad. There is a loooong hallway that is simply perfect for playing fetch, so, that's what we did for awhile. Being the boss (ahem) I told Mother it was okay if we played fetch all day, interspersed with a few naps. She wasn't buying my argument and insisted that she had to accomplish <i>something</i> work related today. She provided me with a blanket on which to rest upon. I prefer the naked floor by her door. It's easier to monitor for interlopers if I maintain my position by the door. 
So far, this whole "work" thing isn't so bad. I don't know why Mother complains so much about it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, it's nap time.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/439273</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 10:54:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was all settled in for a nice evening of fetch and snuggling on the couch last night when Mother r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was all settled in for a nice evening of fetch and snuggling on the couch last night when Mother received a (apparently) disturbing phone call. I'm not sure exactly who called, only that this phone call made her the worst kind of emotional: furious AND sad (with a dash of PMS thrown in for fun!).  She spent the next hour or so venting her frustrations out loud. I <i>assumed</i> she was talking to me when I kept hearing her say "BITCH, BITCH, BITCH", seeing as though I am the only female dog in the house. She'd call for me ("bitch!"), I'd come running. She'd gently push me aside saying she'd play with me later. 
Well, why did she call me then?
This running back and forth continued for about 20 minutes. She'd call out "BITCH!!!" and I'd run to her. I'm not sure why she felt the need to yell, my hearing is fine (I gots me some fabo ears).
I finally realized that perhaps she was not actually talking to me, but maybe referring to someone else when she said, "<i>eff-ing</i> bipolar bitch". I'll admit that I do enjoy the company of myself from time to time, but overall to label me as a "effer" would be quite the stretch of the imagination. Also, I'm not bipolar - my mood swings are subtle and always appropriate based on the situation. Hmmm. She surely was talking about someone else indeed...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Against all odds</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/438005</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 08:05:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Everypup is good at something. If you're like me, you excel in everything. I hear that humans are th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Everypup is good at something. If you're like me, you excel in everything. I hear that humans are the same - everyone is good at <i>something</i>. Mother is no different. I'm sure there are tasks at which she excels. Then again, there are quite a few tasks that continue to stump her:
Driving a stick shift (you didn't want to keep that transmission, did you?)
Painting walls (apparently she finds "staying inside the lines" too conformist)
Tweezing her eyebrows so they are symmetrical
and
Gardening
Don't get me wrong, it's not like she doesn't always give it the old College Try - her intentions are always good, it's just the execution (appropriate word) that always falls through. In order to be fair, I should point out that some of the gardening catastrophes <i>may</i> have been helped along by us pups. Last year Grandma came to visit and helped Mother plant some pretty things in the back yard. Ohhh, new toys in the sandbox!! All but one plant were quickly dug up by myself and Pongo. In our defense, it was not made entirely clear that we were not to dig up the plants. It was hinted at strongly, but there was never any confirmation. 
Mother also procured some tulip bulbs from a local mega-hardware store last fall.  Rising to the challenge, she planted them in various spots in the backyard "gardens". She foolishly used organic soil/fertilizer (i.e. cow excrement) to feed said tulip bulbs. Well, she might as well have posted a sign for us that said "DIG HERE!!" We dug, we played in cow poop, we tossed the bulbs back and forth, we frolicked in the mess.  Realizing it is impossible to have any sort of a garden without a retaining wall to keep us out, Mother admitted defeat and assumed her hopes of having tulips this Spring were dashed. 
This past weekend Mother, Max and I were in the backyard cleaning up dog excrement (again, I supervised the work) when Mother saw something out of the corner of her eye... a lone tulip had bloomed. Yes, out of the 20 or so she planted, 1 has made it. It was a momentous occasion. So much so that Mother commented that maybe she wasn't actually bad at gardening so much as bad at keeping her dogs out of the gardens.
I hear she has plans for building retaining walls around the gardens soon... drat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's life in the 'burbs sistah!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/436917</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 06:46:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I like to win. I make no apologies for that. Winning makes me happy. Winning at the game of fetch ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I like to win. I make no apologies for that. Winning makes me happy. Winning at the game of fetch makes me exceptionally happy. Normally I play against just myself. Mother throws the special "fetch squeaky" (I won't play with anything else) and I chase after it, pouncing on top and wagging my tail. This ritual is repeated ~ 50 more times until either the fetch squeaky is torn to bits (fortunately they are cheap so we have a huge supply) or Mother grows tired of the monotony. The true fun comes when Max is here and I have an actual challenger.  I strategize, I plot, I perform quick geometry calculations in my head in order to determine the exact angle at which the squeaky will bounce. The other night Maxwell was unusually "on" in terms of his fetching ability. He was using moves normally reserved for the Ultimate Fighting Championship. I go in for the fetch and all of the sudden WHAM! Maxwell has thrown a shoulder into me. Next time BOOM! Body slammed into the wall.  This was new, he had upped his game.  He had now become a formidable opponent. 
Fine. Bring it.
Yesterday Mother was vacuuming. She noticed a few tufts of Maxwell's fur. She looked at me with an accusatory glance. 
"Izzy... did you do this?"
I maintain that I <i>may</i> or <i>may not</i> have pulled out some of Maxwell's fur during the recent fetch competition. I will neither confirm nor deny the accusations. All I will say is I did win the game...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I think I've spoiled her...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/436266</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 07:55:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother talks. She talks a lot (especially if she has been tapping into some vino). I play the role o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother talks. She talks a lot (especially if she has been tapping into some <i>vino</i>). I play the role of dutiful dog and pretend I am listening - most of the time. Is what she says always interesting? No. Am I enthralled by her insights? Usually, no. Regardless, I listen (or give the appearance of listening). I fear it is this behavior on my part that has convinced Mother everyone should listen to her, all the time. I <i>guess</i> she has it in her head that if a client is paying a pretty penny to improve his/her nutrition and exercise habits perhaps closing the mouth and opening the ears when she talks would benefit said clients. 
I duuno. What if what she is trying to say just isn't as important as listening to the client ramble on and on about how he is soooo busy, soooo important, soooo smart. I mean, when it comes down to it, what is more important: listening to a client talk about how he is "too busy to drink water" (actual statement from actual client), or listening to Mother explain how diet and exercise can help to lower his cholesterol. 
I think the story about being too busy to drink water has more potential to be amusing. But, that's just me.
Last night Mother was telling me (and I was "listening") that in the past few weeks she has actually had to use the phrase, "Okay, it's time to put on your listening ears. Close your mouth and open your ears." She says this in a teacher-like voice. She says this to ADULTS!! Yes! This is the only way she can get these very important executives to shut their pie holes long enough to actually LISTEN TO HER!!! 
Yes indeed. I have spoiled her. All of this attention I give her at home has led her to believe she should receive a modicum of attention from her clients.
Spoiled little girl. What will I do with her?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>General Housecleaning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/435847</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:15:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, we must thank everypup (and their respective humans) who helped to make the &quot;1st Annua ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, we must thank everypup (and their respective humans) who helped to make the "1st Annual Registered Dietitian's Day" special for Mom. Again, I'm still surprised that I keep mentioning this in my diary considering it affects me not at all, but, I suppose I should be nice from time to time...
1. A great big smoochie goes out to everyone's favorite doggie DJ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a> for giving us a VERY generous gift of Zealies in honor of the special day.  WOW!!!  She rocks! She was also one of the Diary Picks of the Day yesterday! Now, if only we could get more than a 2 paw rating for her page...

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/262047">Mulligan</a> was kind enough to offer up Middle Lad as a gift for RDD, but had to change plans at the last minute due to shipping difficulties. We should be receiving <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/605326">Pennie</a> anyday now - a reasonable alternative, I'd say.

3.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/672000">Nelly</a> sent us a piece of sushi (yum-o!).

4. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/733479">Harvey Wallbanger</a> (I LOVE that name!!!) and his wonderful siblings <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/105166">Millie</a>,  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/105170">Oliver</a>, and The Resident Assistant Nap Taker at the Rainbow Bridge, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/628599">Bonnie Blue</a> sent us a rosette of candy, err I mean, non-fat, sugar free fruits and veggies. Harvey had a date with his momma this weekend and surprised everyone with his ability to still be alive... he's super, duper, really, really cool!

5. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339">Rajah Q.</a>, and his sister <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/664351">Nali</a> (also a diary pick of the day yesterday!!) not only sent us a rosette, but also managed to have their human eat a healthy breakfast!!! Yippie!!!

6. And, of course, everyone's favorite dogster siblings  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> sent us a party hat. Awesome!

Mother was laughing at the fact that she got more love from the dogster pups than she did from the heartless, incompetent, bafoons she works with. Her offfice mate did give her a large muffin and a little Happy Dietitian's Day song, but really... a muffin? We all know that a muffin is just cake with a piece of paper stuck to the bottom. Cake with no frosting I might add! And,  as we all know, what's the point of eating cake if it doesn't have any frosting?!? Sigh. 

Fortunately I was especially cute last night and allowed Mother to pet me non-stop as she tried to watch the telly. I also let her tell me how pretty I am. I do what I can to make the humans happy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Liar, liar, pants on fi-ahhh</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/435498</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 07:47:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's a liar.  I suspected that she may, from time to time, stretch the truth a bit, but I had no id ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's a liar.  I suspected that she may, from time to time, stretch the truth a bit, but I had no idea just how pervasive her lies are until this past Saturday.  I had the opportunity to tag along with Mother as she ran errands that morning. Her first stop was to the local coffee shop:
1. She ordered her usual non-fat, sugar free latte. When the <i>barista</i> asked if there was anything else she could get for her, Mother said "no". Lie number 1. In actuality Mom would have like the barista to "get" someone to turn off the Dog forsaken music that was playing in the background. The music was too  loud to simply add to the quiet ambience of the place and too obnoxious to hum along to.  So, she suffered in non-silence as she tried to compose her grocery list all the while Paul McCartney sang above her.
2. She then ran to a local Mega-hardware store with the intention of perusing the outdoor plants and such. As she was leaving she was accosted by a local Girl Scout troop asking if she would like to buy some Girl Scout cookies. Mother politely said, "No thank you." Again, a lie. The truth would have sounded something like, "Oh, I'd love some cookies! Unfortunately I have a weakness when it comes to Samoas and Thin Mints. It's very similar to my weakness for anything artificially cheese flavored. When I start eating them I simply cannot stop until most, if not all, of the package is gone. This behavior throws me into a pit of despair and self-loathing. I tend to spiral out of control for a few days afterwards. It's really quite a sight to see actually. So, I think it's best if I just avoid them all together. You'll understand what I'm saying in a few years girls." 
3. Next stop was the grocery store. She was having a difficult time finding the polenta. When an overly eager employee asked if she was finding everything she needed (the store just opened a week ago, so the employees were still in the "extremely helpful mode") she said "yes".  In actuality, if she was not a LIAR she would have said, "Well, no, not really. I am trying to find some polenta, but I don't want you to know that because then you will go into overdrive trying to hunt it down for me. I will then feel as if I have to follow you in your search, all the while making small talk - which I loathe - when you do find it, you will no doubt hand me the more expensive choice, thus making me feel guilty if I decide to go with the lesser expensive option.  So, instead I will simply wander the aisles hopelessly, thankful that I don't have to make small talk with you."
There were other examples of Mother's lies that occurred this past weekend, but I grew tired of witnessing all of it.
I'm still in shock at her behavior... who knew I was being reared by such a person. It's a wonder I turned out so honest, isn't it?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Apparently she is not making this up...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/433985</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Mar 2008 06:39:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The first annual Registered Dietitian's Day is Monday, March 10th. 
So says Mother.
So, if you kno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The first annual <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.eatright.org/cps/rde/xchg/ada/hs.xsl/NNM_2007_landing_14997_ENU_HTML.htm">Registered Dietitian's Day</a> is Monday, March 10th. 
So says Mother.
So, if you know a Registered Dietitian (ahem), give her (or him!) some love on Monday.

That's all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boredom can be a scary thing...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/433644</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Mar 2008 08:50:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Nice moves boys! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <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.jibjab.com/sendables/view/623I4hUP6kX3wcRE7FQGIJws">Nice moves boys!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I think you missed the point...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/432782</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Mar 2008 10:33:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was a lazy kind of weekend (with the exception to the jaunt to the afore-mentioned dog park). It  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was a lazy kind of weekend (with the exception to the jaunt to the afore-mentioned dog park). It was the kind of weekend one spends mindlessly flipping through the t.v. channels whilst folding laundry - for those who are lucky enough to have thumbs -, or trying to catch an afternoon siesta sleeping with ones paws straight up in the air - ears folded backwards.
Mother decided to clear up the TiVo box, erasing shows that she no longer wanted or zipping through the commercials like she was the luckiest gal in the world.  There was one particular show that managed to amuse all of us.
Have you ever seen Cheaters? It's based in the Dallas area, so we enjoy watching it from time to time (TiVo apparently knows this) trying to see if we recognize any of the locals. The whole premise of the show is to "catch" people who are cheating on his/her loved one. It's very similar to Jerry Springer in terms of the type of people it attracts for the participants. Good ol' white trash t.v.
On this particular episode a rather robust older looking woman, with a tendency to run all her words together, suspected her husband of cheating on her (again). The Cheaters Private Dicks followed the husband and, sure enough, caught him in the arms of another woman. While showing the undercover video footage to the wife, she immediately recognized the "other woman".
"Well, that's his niece!"  That right there is shocking/disturbing enough. However, what she mumbled next in the same breath was perplexing...
"She's half his age!"
There you have if folks. 
If you're gonna have an affair with <i>your niece</i> make sure, for the sake of common decency, she is at least close to your own age. Otherwise, it's just <i>wrong</i>.

An aside to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</a> - these are the type of people found in Grand Prairie...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Speak only when spoken to!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/432714</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Mar 2008 07:01:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to the dog park yesterday. Mom finds is amusing that I prefer to spend most of my dog park t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to the dog park yesterday. Mom finds is amusing that I prefer to spend most of my dog park time sniffing the trash cans and roaming the perimeter.  I will <i>occasionally</i> play with another dog, but only if the dog is worthy of my attention. Yesterday a rather rude-type dog tried to introduce himself to me by mounting me! Really?!? Is that how it's done here? I quickly turned around and told him in no uncertain terms to back off! I am, afterall, a lady. After awhile, I decided to grace some of the dogs with my presence and introduced myself with a butt sniffin'.  I played a few quick games of chase and then returned to perimeter duty. Apparently the other dogs assumed that since I was willing to play with them once, I must be willing to play with them again... I was approached repeatedly by dogs trying to get all up in my Kool Aid!!  I <i>thought</i> I had made my position clear... you may play with me if I initiate the play. Do NOT approach me and try to entice me to play with you. You will be denied with a quick bark! I choose with whom I will play! If I do not sniff your butt, do not come sniff mine - that's just way outside the bounds of decency as far as I'm concerned. 

Her Royal Highness,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Official letter of complaint</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/431210</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 07:45:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Mother:

While I realize that you feel as if you try to give me as much attention as you can, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Mother:

While I realize that you feel as if you try to give me as much attention as you can, I feel as if these past few days you have been woefully neglectful regarding yours truly. 

Take Tuesday night for example. Not only did you come home almost 2 hours late, but you blatantly ignored  my requests to play fetch (seriously, how many times do I have to stare at the squeaky perched on the mantle?), and completely disregarded my need for my evening walk. Yes, you fed me and scratched my ears, but that is no substitute for a walk and fetch. I thought I had  made my feelings clear by sleeping in the living room that night. 

Ha! Last night was much of the same. You, again, arrived home late. While you did take me for a walk, don't think I didn't notice that it was cut short by an entire block! Again, my attempts to play fetch were denied.  Did you not notice me <i>risking my life</i> by standing on the arm of the couch trying desperately to obtain the squeaky off the mantle?!?

It is a sad, sad day when I have only The Man's visit with Maxwell to look forward to. Yes, I know that, if nothing else, The Man will play fetch with me. He will not ignore me.

I suggest, dear Mother, that you have a quick attitude adjustment regarding your abhorrent treatment of me as of late. I will not be held responsible for my actions if you continue to neglect my needs.

Sincerely,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In my humble opinion...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/430902</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 11:10:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a fan of music. I enjoy listening to most genres. I draw the line at heavy metal-punk- screechin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a fan of music. I enjoy listening to most genres. I draw the line at heavy metal-punk- screeching guitar- yelling "music", but other than that, I'm a fan.

I really enjoy the playlists that my dogster friends have. My personal ability to compose a playlist or download music for my dogster page is rather, uhhh <i>limited</i>. Therefore,  I enjoy seeing that I do have friends who are able to somehow post their playlists on their page.... it's a nice touch (except if you are my mother and still refuse to pay for anything beyond dial-up internet service at home... makes for a long page download - we've discussed this ad nauseum, trust me).

So, I must say, that out of all of my friends, the playlist I enjoy and appreciate the most has to be my dear, sweet <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a>. She puts a considerable amount of thought into her song selection each week. It's not your typical hodge podge of songs. Nuh-uh. There is a <i>theme</i> to this pups list. I like that. 

Click on over and see what I'm talkin' 'bout.

Also, who is the a-hole who only gave her page 2 paws?!?  Look at the captions, the details, the thought that went into this page!!! 
2 paws... come on.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You have Got to be kidding me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/430809</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 07:05:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yet another of my dear pup pals has passed away due to the dreaded cancer...
Lucky, perhpas the pur ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yet <i>another</i> of my dear pup pals has passed away due to the dreaded cancer...
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/137046">Lucky</a>, perhpas the purtiest Greyhound I know was delivered to the Rainbow Bridge on Monday. 

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

If you would be so kind, please click over to her page and give her people some lovin'.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Picture perfect</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/430384</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 07:05:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My favorite picture of Elvis.

What a handsome hound! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My favorite picture of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/338423/photo/2743498">Elvis</a>.

What a handsome hound!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My feelings as of late</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/429956</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 05:29:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>DAMN IT!!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/338423/diary/Sleepy_tails/429262">DAMN IT!!!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Secret's out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/428859</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Feb 2008 12:41:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/428859</guid>
		<description>Yup - I'm one of the Diary Picks of the Day. Not the diary pick of the day.. but a close facsimile. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yup - I'm one of the Diary Picks of the Day. Not <i>the</i> diary pick of the day.. but a close facsimile.
It's nice that Dogster notices my awesome-osity from time to time. I 'preciate that. 
My favoritest pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/632167">Pippin</a> was the first to commend me on my latest accomplishment. His secretary must rise and shine as early as my secretary in order to notice this so early.
I also received a trophy rosette from my super duper pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/733479">Harvey Wallbanger</a> (he's blind - get it... wallbanger...kinda funny in a not-supposed-to-be-funny way), <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/105166">Millie</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/105170">Oliver</a> (he has the CUTEST feetsies!!!), and, of course, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/628599">Bonnie Blue</a>.
Considering how late in the Zealie Month we are, it was really sweet of them to send me one. I mean, who has any Zealies left at this point?!?
Anyone else who would like to tell me how awesome I am, feel free. 
On the other paw... instead of telling me how awesome I am (it's kinda obvious at this point, isn't it?),  how's about popping over to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/338423">Elvis'</a> page and wishing him a speedier recovery. 
Yeah. I think that would be a better use of good vibes. Definetely.

:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crazy is as crazy does</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/428398</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Feb 2008 07:42:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The weather in Texas is quite unpredictable. There is a saying about our weather... &quot;If you don't li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The weather in Texas is quite unpredictable. There is a saying about our weather... "If you don't like the weather, just wait 5 minutes." It's true. The weather is more fickle than a 2-year-olds eating habits.  Due to the unpredictable weather, many of Mother's clients say (in an exceptionally whiney voice), "I simply <i>can't </i> exercise when it's rainy/cold/hot, etc. outside."  Neither of us have yet to figure out the logic of that particular complaint. It gives us both a headache when we try to logic with certain humans. 
Anywhoodle. Because of the persnickety attitude of many of her clients, Mother often times finds herself convincing said weirdos that it is actually possible to exercise <i> in your own home</i> - never having to set foot outside! Yes! It's true! The Resistance band exercises seem to fit the bill for most individuals. It's "manly" due to it not being any kind of Jane Fonda-Esq aerobic workout (although leg warmers would add a whole new dimension to the workout...); if done with the correct resistance, it could be considered aerobic AND resistance training; and it can be done in the safety of your own home.  In order to make sure the resistance band program she provides to her (whiney) clients is effective, Mother tried it out herself a few nights ago. 

She looked funny.

She twisted. I thought she was going somewhere so I started off in the direction she was facing.  I ended up in the kitchen, alone.
She lunged. I thought she was going to pet me. She stood up quickly without petting me. 
She squatted. I thought she was going to sit on the couch, so I hopped up there too. She stood back up again.  I hopped down. 
She crunched. Again, I thought this was just a sign that she was going to pet me. I ran over to her to make it more convenient to scratch my ears. Nothing.

Overall I received quite the good workout, what with my running to the kitchen, jumping on the couch, bending down so she could pet me.
I'm definitely counting this as my 30 minutes of aerobic exercise.

What did you and your human do today for exercise???]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Countdown!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/427967</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 05:56:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's only, like, 4 days until the new zealies are delivered!!! I already have a list of recipients.. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's only, like, 4 days until the new zealies are delivered!!! I already have a list of recipients...
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/541058">Jasper</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/541278">Moonlight Over Malibu</a> have a brand new (to them, at least) nephew!!! He's quite the cutie pie! The new grandma is very, very happy, to say the least.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/641404">Sheba</a> is contemplating a trip to The Rainbow Bridge. Her momma is struggling with some tough choices right now. I would send her a hug too, if I could.

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/338423">Elvis</a> is giving his momma a nervous breakdown. First an infection in his mouth, now pneumonia and weight loss. Even the sacrifice of a duck in his honor didn't make him eat at first. He's slowly recovering (as is his mom).  He could probably use a snowman zealie to occupy his time.

There are other pups who deserve an extra special "hello" from yours truly, but I will need to be much more judicious this month with my allotment. Mother has made it VERY clear that she will NOT be buying any extra zealies no matter how sad I look....

'Nother topic completely:
Are you making sure your humans get their needed exercise? If it's too cold outside for a walk, grab something you know you shouldn't have and make them chase you around the house for at least 30 minutes...

Also, remind the humans that frozen fruits and veggies are just as healthy as fresh (canned fruits and veggies... eh, not so much). Frozen veggies can be easily and quickly steamed. Frozen fruit can be added to smoothies or mixed with yogurt and low-fat cereal for a yum-o snack or breakfast. Watch the humans closely and make sure they are getting at least 5 servings a day!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Be still...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/427025</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 05:39:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Those were the instructions from Mother yesterday afternoon. You see, yesterday was &quot;cleaning day&quot; - ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Those were the instructions from Mother yesterday afternoon. You see, yesterday was "cleaning day" - we spent all day cleaning the house from top to bottom. Now, when I say "we", I of course mean "Mother". I serve better in more of a supervisory role than actual labor-type position.  We (she) scrubbed, we (she) mopped, we (she) vacuumed, we (she) dusted, we (she) straightened, etc. By the afternoon, the house was spotless, thanks, in part, to my excellent supervision. 
Mother asked me to sit with her on the (now fur-free) couch. 
"Look Bella, everything is clean, for the moment. Let's just sit here and appreciate the cleanliness before the boys arrive."  For reasons we have yet to understand, the boys (The Man and Max) seem to exhibit a tornado-like activity when they visit. No matter how vigilant Mother is during their visit, the house is always much, much dirtier after they leave. How that is possible, we'll never know. 
Sure enough, after the boys left last night Mother and I surveyed the house.
The kitchen counters were littered with food bits; the floors were covered in paw prints; the couch had fur; the TOILET SEAT WAS UP (that is why The Man is relegated to the guest bathroom all the time).
We both sighed. Mother picked up the spray bottle and I began supervising again. 
It's a good thing they are both cute...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anniversary</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/424596</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 06:26:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is Mother and The Man's 4th anniversary. It really affects me not at all, so it's pretty surpr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is Mother and The Man's 4th anniversary. It really affects me not at all, so it's pretty surprising even to me that I feel the need to acknowledge it. Yup. Four years ago today The Man took Mother out for a nice dinner, wooed her with his knowledge, and at the end of the date patted her on the head and said, "Goodnight Kiddo."
Two weeks later Mother ran into him at work and asked if he would take her for a spin in his "mid-life crisis mobile" (aka Dodge Viper). The rest, as they say, is history.  
Strange that they wouldn't have just waited 2 more days and had the first date on Valentine's Day - but I guess they both had other plans that day (ohhhh, devious little love birds!).  So now they celebrate the In Between Day - February 13th - kinda a two birds, one stone thing.  So I guess <i>tomorrow</i> they will celebrate In Between Day with a nice dinner and more stupendous knowledge on The Man's part. <i>Tonight</i> the actual anniversary will be celebrated by The Man hitting a few golf balls with Max, and Mother trying to heal her inner child in therapy or some other new-age mumbo jumbo. 
4 years of unwedded bliss! Hooray to my two favorite people!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My plan...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/423012</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Feb 2008 11:38:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Bree has agreed to join forces with me/us! A doggie jihad will not be necessary!!!
I have decided t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Bree has agreed to join forces with me/us! A doggie jihad will not be necessary!!!
I have decided that one of the best resources to help me in the quest for world domination is the shelter dogs. Those dogs with the sweet, innocent (ha!) eyes. Yes. Those dogs who lure you in with their false advertising (oh, sure, he's housebroken... uh-huh.). They can be quite useful I think. Once they all are placed in their fur-ever homes, the revolution can begin!
Now, our job is to place all the shelter dogs in loving homes. The mission cannot continue until this is accomplished!
In order to do this, I have signed up myself and Mother for the SPCA Strutt Your Mutt fundraising walk later this month. I suckered in a few other dogs to join me. Our team name is Team Chloditzywell - a combination of some of the other team members:
Chloe - a Boston Terrierist
Bandit - my kinda sorta boyfriend
Izzy - me
Maxwell - you know him, you love him
Mom thinks it's funny that the middle of our team name contains the word "ditzy". It's a coincidence is all, pure coincidence. 
So, all of you dog lovers out there - if you would like to support the revolution, grab your human's credit card and support our team by <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.spca.org/site/TR/Runwalk/StrutYourMutt?pg=personal&fr_id=1120&fr_id=1120&px=1540571 ">clicking here</a>.
Viva la revolucion!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Must investigate</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/422485</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Feb 2008 06:46:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, have you all seen the Diary of the Day pick for today? Have you noticed the title of this dog's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, have you all seen the Diary of the Day pick for today? Have you noticed the title of this dog's diary??? Mmmmhmmm. Apparently this <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/510500">Bree</a> thinks she is going to take over the world.  We shall see. I am contemplating asking her to join forces with me - as a subordinate, of course. She's cute. She's charming. I like her style. I think she may do well in my Army. I need to investigate further to make sure she can be trusted.  I will report back.

Oh, by the way...
Did you know that you (well, your humans really) can reduce the risk of having a heart attack by <b>90%</b> simply by exercising for 30-45 minutes most days of the week? Yup. It's true.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mother's Soap Box</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/421633</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Feb 2008 08:22:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>February is American Heart Month. Mom has gone crazy promoting this. Apparently heart disease, strok ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ February is American Heart Month. Mom has gone crazy promoting this. <i>Apparently</i> heart disease, stroke and other cardiovascular diseases are the number one killer of women (they are, of course, no friend to men either). NUMBER ONE KILLER OF WOMEN! Wow. That stopped me in my tracks. Many -but not all- of the risk factors for heart disease can be prevented. Risk factors that can be changed:
* Tobacco use (come on people.... still smoking? Seriously?)
* High cholesterol
* High blood pressure
* Physical inactivity
* Obesity or overweight

Exercise is so important in order for your human to reduce the risk of developing heart disease. Fortunately us dogster pups have a paw up on everyone else. You see, people who own dogs walk almost twice as much as those who don't have dogs. Yup. So, do what the wise, wise <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/573774">Priscilla</a> did and hand your leash to your human and demand to be taken for a walk. Ideally the walk should be 30-45 minutes. Make sure you are walking your human at a pace that is fast enough to keep them slightly out of breath, but no so fast that they can't talk.  Repeat this activity <i>every day</i>.  Your human says he/she doesn't have time for this??? Oh really? Ask them this, "What do you have more time for; exercising for 30 minutes a day, or being dead for 24 hours a day?" Seriously. Ask them. Do it. Now.
Diet. The fun stuff. It really isn't that difficult. Sure, us pups have it easy. Kibble, kibble, kibble with the occasional Frosty Paw or Greenie thrown in for good measure. Humans, from what I am told, are presented with many more options - not all of them designed to keep their coats shiny. I guess, (again from what I have gleaned from Mother) the essence of a healthy diet is first and foremost fresh (or frozen!) fruits and vegetables, lean protein (please don't batter or fry it), whole grains, and healthy fats (olive, canola, nut butters, avocados, almonds, flax) in moderation. 
The majority of your humans plate should be filled with vegetables!!! Only 1/4 of the plate should have carbohydrates (whole grain), and 1/4 should be lean protein. Fruit is on the side. Don't choose foods that you don't like just because they are supposed to be "healthy". Fill up on veggies for snacks. 
<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.deliciousdecisions.org/">Here</a> is a link to a few healthy recipes to keep your heart ticking away. 
Remember it's perfectly reasonable to eat foods that are usually considered "junk" from time to time. As long as you eat healthfully 80% of the time and are consistent with your exercise, eat that chocolate cake and enjoy it!
Just some tips from Mother's rantings I have picked up. 

:0)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awww yeah, baby!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/421219</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 4 Feb 2008 10:11:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom arrived home last night from her trip up north with Bodhi. Since she is the only one in this hou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom arrived home last night from her trip up north with Bodhi. Since she is the only one in this household who knows how to turn on the computer, I was unable to provide a timely thank you to all my pup pals who sent me birthday wishes.  So, without further ado... (oh, BTW, 'cause I am so popular and received a HUGE amount of birthday wishes it would take an eternity for me to provide the link to all of the pup pals, no offense dear, dear pals, I'm just under a time constraint at this time):
Elvis and Priscilla gave me a yummy cupcake
Jasper and Moonlight Over Malibu gave me a heart
Rajah, Nali and Gordon (what has Gordon been up to...? No one knows) also sent me a heart
Oliver gave me a cupcake - ohhhh,  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/105170">check out his festive head gear!!</a>  He's ready for lovin'!
Millie; Abigail, Wiley, Taz and Tank; Nelly; Izzie; and Maya all sent me fabulous birthday hats!!!
Nubby Puppy also sent me a hat and was kind enough to (rightfully) declare it the "Year of Izzy!" 
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> and I share the same birthday. She and Pongo are partyin' like maniacs at The Bridge, I'm sure. Daisy was kind enough to tear herself away from the Dogarita machine and send me a hat as well.

Murphy and Winston sent me paw mail wishing me a happy birthday - I loooove paw mail!
And finally, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">Sam</a>, oh Sam, my sweet, sweet, Romeo sent me a cupcake... he's so fine!

The Man gave me a birthday bone, took me on a long walk with Max, and gave me a new retractable leash. Momma gave me birthday kiss before she left and, of course, the new poo-free collar.
Thanks again to all my pup pals for making me feel so special!!!

The Izmeister]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The poop scoop.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/419560</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 10:43:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom called in sick today. Or, I should say &quot;sick&quot;. She is calling it a Mental Health Day. Really she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom called in sick today. Or, I should say "sick". She is calling it a Mental Health Day. Really she just wanted to spend the day with Bodhi and I before she and Bodhi headed north (and also we're having new flooring installed today). In order to keep us out of the way of the floor installers we headed off to the dog park! Woo-hoo! I figured that there probably wouldn't be too many pups there, considering it was 10:00 on a Thursday, but there were NO CARS in the parking lot when we arrived. Mom figured we could at least run off some energy within the park, so we ventured on. Imagine my surprise and horror when we got to the gate and saw it was pad locked!!! WTF?!? There was a sign posted saying that the dog park was closed due to health reasons. People are not picking up after their dogs.  Bummer. Understandable, but still a bummer. Mom was pretty peeved though. She considers herself a bit of a dog park Nazi - rules are meant to be followed people! So the fact that our fun time was ruined because of some irresponsible dog owners did not sit well with the parental unit.
Oh well, since we were already there and it appeared as if very few people were at the human park, Mom decided to let Bodhi and I run amok (still on our leashes, just in case she needed to grab us). For about 10 minutes we frolicked and played and jumped. Then, I smelled it. The scent of heaven. There, right in front of me was the most awesome pile of dog poo. I could NOT resist. I rolled in it making sure to cover my whole neck. 
Suddenly Mom was yelling. Bodhi was licking (AHHHHH!!!).  After wrapping a bunch of poo bags around my neck Mom threw me in the car and quickly drove to the nearest do-it-yourself dog wash place. Fortunately it was only 1 block away. That one block, however, was enough to make Mom turn green.
The dog wash dude helped Mom hoist me up into the tub and I had to spend the next 15 minutes (!!!) being sprayed, lathered and scrubbed. Not cool! Then, after all of that injustice, Mom proceeded to use some sort of air blowing monstrosity to blow the water right off of me. Again, not cool!
I did manage to score a new collar and leash out of the whole ordeal. I guess Mom was planning on getting me a new collar for my birthday anyway, so it was just a day early. 
Who knew humans were so anti-dog poo?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You say it's your birthday...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/419112</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 09:59:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Na na na na na, it's Nelly's birthday too!!!! Nelly is 6 years old today! Doesn't she look faboo?!?  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Na na na na na, it's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/672000">Nelly's</a> birthday too!!!! Nelly is 6 years old today! Doesn't she look faboo?!? Make sure you click over to her page and wish her a happy, happy birthday. Oh, and also help her with the captions for the bottom 3 pictures. She and her secretary are trying to stick with the "song title" theme for all of her pictures but are at a loss for the newest pics. 

My 5th birthday is on Friday by the way....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nekkid!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/417425</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 06:48:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm *trying* really hard to get along with the little pipsqueak known as Bodhi. I only occasionally  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm *trying* really hard to get along with the little pipsqueak known as Bodhi. I only occasionally lunge at him barring my teeth. For the most part I tolerate him when he insists on licking my ear, nibbling my fur and jumping all around me trying to entice me to play. I try really hard, I do. 
This morning he went Too Far!
I was sitting. He was nibbling (on me). Next thing I knew - FLASH, BOOM, BANG! I was nekkid. Yup. The little twerp had somehow managed to remove my collar. My pretty collar with the daisys. I ran into the study where Mother was and tried to point out the obvious - I was naked and it was cold.  Mother absentmindedly scrittched my neck. Suddenly she noticed what should have been obvious from the start...
She walked into the living room to see Bodhi playing with My Collar!! She took it from him and gave it back to me - just in time, I was starting to get a little self conscious about be au naturel. 
The little twerp.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yippie!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/416720</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:43:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I shall sing the praises of Nubby Puppy. Well, not sing exactly, more like howl.
Nubbbbbbeeee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I shall sing the praises of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a>. Well, not sing exactly, more like howl.
Nubbbbbbeeeeeeee  Puppppeeeeeeeeee!!!! You are soooo awesooommmeeeey!!!!
Yeah, Nubby sent me some extra Zealies, 'cause, you know, I had my diary listed in the dogster newsletter.  So now I have even MORE zealies to spread some Izzy lovin'  (Penicillin not required...).]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One more day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/416676</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 06:24:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Only one more day until my Zealie balance is restored!!! I'm so excited I almost tinkled!! I already ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Only one more day until my Zealie balance is restored!!! I'm so excited I almost tinkled!! I already have a list of recipients. Mother keeps reminding me that I need to share the Zealies with Pongo, Max and Bodhi... we'll see how that works out. Yes, we'll see indeed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's all about me!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/415958</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 09:34:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, have you seen the latest Dogster newsletter....? Have you?!? It's got some pretty interesting ti ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, have you seen the latest Dogster newsletter....? Have you?!? It's got some pretty interesting tid-bits, not to mention a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/newsletter/index.php?i=71">link to me!!!</a>. Yup. I'm a STAR!! My covert minions have managed to help me spread my message of world domination by listing me as the numero uno diary in the newsletter. I'm not sure exactly what that means (if anything, really), but I will interpret it to mean that I am a supreme specimen of fabulousity.  Not that I didn't know that before, it's just nice to have it reinforced. My dashing pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/338423">Elvis</a> has agreed to be my humble servant in my quest... I like that. Plus he said that I need a crown - anydog who realizes that I am important enough to need a crown is certainly going to be appointed to a position of authority in my doggie army. Nice. 
All this notoriety has also allowed me to find <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href=http://www.dogster.com/dogs/676854">quite the stud</a> to add some romance to my life.  I now dream of a rendezvous with my Sam. 
I should stop before all of this popularity goes to my head and I become completely arrogant...
Your Highness,
Isabella]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jamaican me queasy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/415491</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 05:49:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I thought I had scored the ultimate in table scraps yesterday... turns out I was wrong, oh so wrong. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I thought I had scored the ultimate in table scraps yesterday... turns out I was wrong, oh so wrong. Mother ventured to the specialty (read "Expensive as spit") food store yesterday and brought home a Jamaican veggie-filled bread-pocket thingy. Apparently it was very reminiscent of her 2 weeks spent in Jamaica during her undergrad years. She excitedly nuked the sucker and patiently waited for it to cool before diving in. The look on her face informed me that it was probably not as tasty as she was hoping. She managed to finish most of it, leaving behind some of the veggies that had squished out the bottom. Realizing that I have been quite good at my most recent weight loss/maintenance routine, she decided to let me finish the squished out veggies on her plate.  Ohhhhh, slurp, slurp, slurp.
Fast forward 3 hours later.... 
URP....URP...URP... BLECH, all over the newly steam cleaned carpet. Yup. Still undigested Jamaican-flavored veggies. Next time I'll pass, thank you. 
The good news is it gave Mother another opportunity to steam clean the carpet - she's obsessed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentines Tag</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/414391</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 07:18:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My sweet pal Yuji (and fellow conspirator to take over the world) has Valentines Tagged me! I now ne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My sweet pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a> (and fellow conspirator to take over the world) has Valentines Tagged me! I now need to share 5 Valentines Day wishes and then tag 5 other friends so they can do the same...

1. I wish I could spend Valentines Day with Pongo... (sigh)
2. I wish, just once, Mom would allow me to have some of her V-day dinner leftovers.
3. I wish I could learn to tolerate Bodhi better. That little pipsqueak gets on my nerves more than he doesn't.
4. I wish Mom would feed me more.
5. I wish chocolate wasn't toxic to dogs. I would love to tear into one of those heart shaped boxes of chocolate and search for the coconut ones.

I may or may not tag others... I will have to think about it. However, even if I do not tag other doggies, feel free to play along. I love learning about my friends :)

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another one bites the dust</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/414060</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:58:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/414060</guid>
		<description>As I was reading the newspaper this morning over my morning cup of tea, I was shocked (SHOCKED I tel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As I was reading the newspaper this morning over my morning cup of tea, I was shocked (SHOCKED I tell you!!) to hear of the sudden split of Tracey and Eddie (Edmonds and Murphy, respectively). I mean, they are such a good-looking couple. Good looking couples should never be allowed to split. Ugly ones however should never be allowed to hook-up lest they produce <i>more</i> ugly people.  And then, if the "Uglies" do find each other, well, let them go their separate ways I say, isn't the world sad enough without the threat of more ugly people invading my (beautiful) space?  
Anywho - Their issued statement got me to a-thinking' - they state that they have a deep love, friendship and respect for one another, and as such decided to remain friends.
Hmmm.... yes. I'm sure having <i>too much</i> love, friendship and respect is what causes an untold number of divorces in this country. That makes sense. Perhaps that is why Mother and The Man will never marry - they just love and respect each other far too much and realize that is the catalyst for divorce. 
Me senses something far more sinister than "deep love, friendship and respect"  is at the root of this most recent Hollywood split.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The good old days</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/413342</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 07:10:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been pestering Mother for a few days now regarding our Zealie balance. We're at zero. Nada. Z ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been pestering Mother for a few days now regarding our Zealie balance. We're at zero. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I am worried about this, Mother is not. 
"Bella," she says to me with, what I can only assume is, a look of mild irritation (don't care for that at all) "You are given your fair share of Zealies every month. How you choose to hand them out is your business. But once they are gone, they're gone. Pongo, Max and Bodhi all follow the same rules. I really don't see why I should have to spend my real money on this, when we get free Zealies every month."

"But... Come ON!"  I whined. I realize now this argument probably wasn't the most profound.

"Izzy, remember when we first joined Dogster and it was really really exciting to have somepup give you a bone or 2? Before dogster came out with all of the new rosettes and special gifts, getting a bone was just as fun. And, I might add, it's free. I guarantee you that all of your dogster friends appreciate a nice paw-mail and a bone or 2 as much as a rosette. " She kissed me on my forehead as she stood up to walk away. <i>Apparently</i> she thought this discussion was over.  Nuh-uh.

"But," I yelled after her, "<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417572">Risa</a> had a birthday! And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/664351">Nali</a> was Diary of the Day! And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/672000">Nelly</a> is having some GI issues and needs some cheering up! And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/641106">Maya</a> and her people are trying to open a dog park in their town! And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/595559">Winston</a> has been woefully absent as of late - I worry. And <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/535263">Nubby Puppy</a> created a playlist on her page and was thinking of dedicating a song to Pongo. Pongo would have <i>wanted</i> to send her a rosette."
I realize it was a low blow - playing the Pongo Card, but it worked. Mother pulled out her credit card and purchased enough Zealies to get us through until the next allotment is delivered. 
I am shameless.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I tried to warn her</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/411983</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:16:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has a habit of choosing her clothes for work the night before, then carefully setting them out.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has a habit of choosing her clothes for work the night before, then carefully setting them out. This system has prevented an untold number of fashion faux paws seeing as though she prepares for work at a most un-dogly hour. Who knows what she'd wear to work if she was left to pick out her attire in the morning... *shudder*.  She has also previously set the coordinating pair of shoes/boots by the back door making it easy for her to slip 'em on as she is heading out the door. However, since Bodhi came to live with us, she has become rather paranoid as to his chewing habits and decided that leaving a nice pair of shoes/boots out in the open may just be asking for trouble. It will be quite some time before Mom gets over the loss of her brand new pair of brown boots that Maxwell unceremoniously chewed up during his first few weeks with us.  So, the clothes are set out the night before, the footwear is plucked from the closet prior to leaving for work.  Normally this system works just fine. Normally. This morning, however, something went terribly awry. I noticed, I'm sure Bodhi noticed. Mother did not notice. I tried to warn her, convince her to take a second look, but my attempts at saving her were futile at best. As Mother was leaning down to give us our morning treat I begged her to take notice. Being the ditz that she is, Mother simply thought that I was being "clingy". Uhhhh, no, just trying to save her from ridicule. She left without realizing her error. You see, Mother decided to be fancy today and therefore had chosen a very flattering brown sweater dress, accesorizing with a gold beaded necklace and matching earings. Her camel-colored Pashmina finished the look. As for footwear... she thought she had chosen a <i>pair</i> of square toed, knee high brown leather boots. What she had actually done was put on <i>one</i> knee high, square toed, brown leather boot and <i>one</i> knee high, pointy toed, black leather boot. AND WALKED OUT THE DOOR. 
One can only hope that she realized her mistake before she hopped on the commuter train, rode the employee shuttle, and sauntered through her office all the while wearing 2 completely different boots.

Editors note: she did not, in fact, notice her error]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eclectic, to say the least</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/410422</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Jan 2008 09:51:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, as you can tell by reading Bodhi or Maxwell's diaries, we went to the dog park this weekend. W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, as you can tell by reading Bodhi or Maxwell's diaries, we went to the dog park this weekend. We had exceptionally nice weather all weekend, so Mom decided to roll the windows down (Does anyone still <i>roll</i> the windows down? I suppose it would sound stupid to say  "press the button to lower the windows"... I digress) and bring along some of her favorite tunes. The iPod was synched to the radio and we were off! About 4 minutes into the ride I realized Mom really is quite, uhhh, shall we say eclectic. At least in her taste in music. On the 15 minute drive to the park we managed to hear snippets of songs from:
Rob Zombie
Kermit the Frog
Good Charlotte
Bernie Higgins
Dan Fogelberg (moment of silence for the late, great Dan Fogelberg)...............
and
Tiffany (seriously)

Seriously. The girl has <i>issues</i>. 
She was at least smart enough to skip over the Rob Zombie song as we were cruisin' past the Baptist church.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A diary pick of the day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/409346</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Jan 2008 08:57:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's great. Really great. The whole world is looking at me for inspiration (well, maybe not the en ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's great. Really great. The whole world is looking at me for inspiration (well, maybe not the <i>entire</i> world...) and I've got writers block. Is it my fault that my life is kinda borning? I could tell a witty tale or two of how Bodhi and I played fetch last night, but really, how much can you elaborate on a game that is essentially throw, catch, grab, throw, catch, grab, lather, rinse, repeat...? I could talk about how I managed to lift my leg not once, but twice on the walk last night in order to spread my message of world domination just a little bit higher. But, really, is that such a huge accomplishment? No. 
I am without inspiration. Mentally constipated, so to speak. Maybe some pumpkin and yogurt will help?

Izzy - over and out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>High Maintenance</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/407564</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 06:39:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was sad, Mother was sad. Mom was crying 'cause she missed Pongo so much. Enter Bodhi. Bodhi's job  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was sad, Mother was sad. Mom was crying 'cause she missed Pongo so much. Enter Bodhi. Bodhi's job is to cheer me up and keep me busy during the day. Well now Mother is <i>still</i> crying, but now it's because Bodhi has some habits that remind her of Pongo AND he is doing a great job of cheering us all up. So, tears of joy now outnumber tears of sadness. But still... there is just no pleasing that woman!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chunky Monkey?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/406919</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Dec 2007 05:56:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love  my Mom, really I do. But, sometimes having a dietitian as your mom really sucks the big one. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love  my Mom, really I do. But, sometimes having a dietitian as your mom really sucks the big one. 
I *may* have put on a few extra holiday pounds. Now that Max is here for a few days it's impossible for Mom to walk all 3 of us dogs. So, in order to help me lose some of my extra "fluff" Mother has just cut back on my food rations. 
Oy vey! 
I would much rather go for an extended walk or 2 every day. Please don't deprive me of my kibble!
She promises that after Max goes back home with The Man we can resume our walks - I'm hoping that with the extra exercise she will then increase my kibble allotment...
I have tried snatching a few wayward pieces of food that fly out of Bodhi's bowl, with very little success I might add. Have you ever tried taking some food from a (formerly) starving pound puppy??? It ain't easy!
I also don't appreciate the new nicknames I have acquired due to my slightly larger girth:
Chunky  Monkey
Big Bella
Fluffer Nutter
... you get the idea. I think I carry the extra weight quite well, thank you very much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm dreeeeaaming of a white 2-days-after-Christmas</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/406626</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 06:54:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Down here in Texas we don't see much snow. Every winter we get the occasional ice storm and maybe a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Down here in Texas we don't see much snow. Every winter we get the occasional ice storm and maybe a few snowflakes (which totally <i>freaks out</i> the natives, by the way) but rarely do we have a truly White Christmas. Well, yesterday Bodhi and I decided to take matters into our own paws and surprise Mom with a white belated-Christmas. Maxwell would've helped out, but he is confined to his crate during the day, lest he decide to herd and then eat anymore furniture.  During the course of the day we managed to completely destroy <i>something</i> containing an insane amount of feathers. What exactly we destroyed... we're not telling. Mom came home to see the house completely covered in feathers. Completely.  It looked like Big Bird exploded - except that the feathers were white, not yellow. Once Mom realized that we had not actually killed anything she laughed at the ridiculous scene before her.  She managed to rake together a few large piles - yes, she used a rake- and throw them in the trash before we started running through the piles. Eventually she gave up on cleaning the mess for awhile and helped us make it "snow".  The feathers were a-flyin'! Once we all grew tired of our fake snow, the clean-up process started again.  an hour later, most of the feathers had been properly disposed of. Apparently it is not easy, cleaning up millions of feathers. Mom tried to use our vacuum that supposedly "doesn't lose suction". Ha! If I wasn't such a lady *ahem* I'd make some kind of snide comment about exactly the force of suction you can expect from said vacuum. Use your imagination pups... 
All-in-all not a bad night.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Introducing....!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/405861</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 05:30:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been quite sad as of late. She really misses the Pongster. I really miss him too - Mom notic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been quite sad as of late. She really misses the Pongster. I really miss him too - Mom noticed this, which only made her more sad. After thinking about it and talking it over with some other "dog people" she decided maybe it would be okay to bring home another dog. Ohhh, what a decision that was! What would Pongo think?!? But, a few days of seeing me hang my head convinced her that I needed a playmate during the day. Soooo, allow me to introduce you all to...

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/689003">Bodhi</a>!!!

I wasn't too crazy about the little whipper snapper when Mom first brought him home, but after a few romps at the dog park I'm starting to warm up to the little bugger.  Today is the first day the Bodhi and I will  be left home alone whilst Mom is off earning some moo-lah.  I'll keep you posted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The weekend approacheth</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/403972</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 06:18:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As Mother was leaving for work this morning she told me that she was planning on coming home early t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As Mother was leaving for work this morning she told me that she was planning on coming home early today and that once she got home we would be going on a "little adventure"! Ohhhh. I'm somewhat excited. Pups who have been around the block as many times as I (both literally and figuratively) know that a humans idea of an adventure and a pups idea of an adventure can vary drastically. So, I will remain cautiously optimistic as to our plans for the adventure. I'm <i>hoping</i> that the adventure will, at some point, at least involve someone with thumbs *ahem* cleaning up the backyard. It has been quite some time since Mother has ventured into the backyard and disposed of the deposits left by myself and Max. She <i>says</i> that by the time she gets home from work it is too dark to see anything in the backyard. She also <i>says</i> that the weekend weather has been rainy the past month, thus disallowing any chance of scoopin' the poop on weekends. All of what she says is the truth... but STILL. It's getting pretty disgusting.  Mother is in charge of the holiday festivities at work today. So as soon as she can remove all of the lampshades from fellow employees heads and clean up the mess from the reindeer games she will head home and we can start our 4 day weekend. This extended weekend could go either way, really.
I'll keep you posted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Homeward Bound</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/402657</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:06:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well last night was more adventurous that I am accustomed to.  Lemme 'splain...
Mother and I were e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well last night was more adventurous that I am accustomed to.  Lemme 'splain...
Mother and I were enjoying our evening stroll around the neighborhood. I had already made my obligatory poo poo, so I was feeling rather footloose and carefree. We were almost home when suddenly <i>out of nowhere</i> a small furball of a dog approached. I could immediately tell he was a male (I'm good at that) and so I started to playfully tussle with him. Friendly pup he was. Neither Mother nor I had seen him before and we wondered where he had wandered off from. He seemed pretty sure of himself, so we figured he was probably just a block or two from home. We continued on our walk, making the final turn towards home. We were being followed. Yup. The playful little furball apparently has no fear of strangers and decided he'd like to play some more. I can understand him wanting to play more, I mean, it's <i>me</i>.  He ended up following us all the way home, pausing only slightly before entering our home. I was enjoying the company of another dog, and he was rather playful, so Mother wasn't overly worried. She reached down and peeked at his tags. Well, I'll be darned, his name was Max also. His tag also had his address and phone number on it. Since Mother did not recognize the address, she called the phone number, left a message telling them she had their little boy and then let us commence with the playing. Eventually Max's Mom called, explaining that they were fixing their fence and that is how Max had managed to escape. Ohhhh, Mother is quite familiar with that whole scenario... 
So, after joking about pesky little escape artists for awhile, Mother gave the Mom our address. Hmmmm. The Mom wasn't familiar as to where that was.  AS IT TURNS OUT - Max was about 2 miles from home!!! Wowie! For such a little guy he sure ventured a long way from home. 
I admire that quality in a dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Self flagellation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/401871</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Dec 2007 06:04:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday Mother pulled out the big horrendous blue sucky thing. This is not to be confused with the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mother pulled out the big horrendous blue sucky thing. This is not to be confused with the moderate sized purple sucky thing. The purple sucky thing merely makes a terrible high pitched (to me, at least) humming noise and leaves the carpet a bit cleaner. The larger and more obtrusive blue sucky thing also makes a humming noise, but it is much more irritating. It too leaves the carpet cleaner, but leaves the carpet slightly damp as well. I don't like it one bit. I huffed and I puffed and I pouted all the  while Mother cleaned away - oblivious to my irritation.  Finally I could take it no longer and said some truly horrible things. I am a bit embarrased by the language I used (but, in my defense, I learned such language from my Mommy dearest...). Suddenly I realized "tis the season". There is no reason to be so angry. It is a time of peace and joy and all that stuff. I felt remorse for my actions. Deep, deep remorse.  I knew I should be punished. But how? I wandered into the master bathroom and noticed  the door to the shower had been left open. Hmmmm. I peeked inside and saw my answer. There, on the floor of the shower, was a small piece of soap. "That's it! I shall wash my mouth out with soap for my punishment." I picked up the soap and ran into the living room to show Mother how serious I was about my penance. As I gobbled away, I realized this may not have been the best idea. Soap doesn't taste so good pups. Mother saw what I was doing and quickly tried to remove said soap from my mouth. I was determined to continue with my punishment. "Let me do this! I must!!!" I hollered. 
"Stop being so dramatic Bella and spit out the soap." Mother apparently does not understand the importance of penance.  I sighed and reluctantly spit out what was left. 
My next drink of water was fun, lemme tell ya!
Maybe next time I should just say a few Hail Mary's or something...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boredom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/400833</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 07:17:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am so frickin' bored!!! Mother has, once again, left me to my own devices. She  says that in order ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am so frickin' bored!!! Mother has, once again, left me to my own devices. She <i> says</i> that in order to provide me the lifestyle to which I have become accustomed she must work Monday-Friday. I dunno about that. I mean how much can kibble cost? And this house? Come on! Surely she can just show some leg or something and get out of this whole "work" thing, right?

Anyhoodle - I am all alone for the majority of the day. The house is "dog-proof" - meaning there is very little trouble I can find myself in all in the name of being entertained. I suppose that's fine. I'm more of an enabler anyway. I was never the one who actually performed the nefarious deed, but merely put the <i>idea</i> into the head of, say, Maxwell or Pongo.  Now who is there to instigate? No one.  At this rate I may be forced to actually read a book in the hopes of being entertained *shudder*. 

Woe is me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I see some tissue wrapping paper that has yet to be shredded!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thanks for telling me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/400184</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:49:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No one told me that Pongo isn't coming back... I just assumed that this &quot;Rainbow Bridge&quot; place that  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No one told me that Pongo isn't coming back... I just <i>assumed</i> that this "Rainbow Bridge" place that he went to was like the kennel or a spa. I didn't know it was forever.
The past week I kept waiting for the little guy to come home. Eventually Mom explained to me that he wasn't coming home. Ohhhh. Now, I'm sad. When Mom leaves for work in the morning I look at her with my pathetic face. When she comes home, I cling to her like glue. I miss Pongo, I thought he would come home.
Why am I always the last to know these things?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shout outs!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/397898</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Dec 2007 07:33:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you ever think that you are just soooo awesome, and wonder when everyone else will notice the sam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you ever think that you are just soooo awesome, and wonder when everyone else will notice the same? While I think that all of my pup pals are equally awesome (it's true, I'm very selective about who I allow to be my pup pal - only the most awesome of awesome make the cut), there are a few who tend to fly under the radar that I would like to give a "holla" out to:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/293408">Dozer</a> is an adorable Corgi (Pembroke Welsh, to be exact). He is a low-rider, much like Pongo was, so that adds to his adorable-ness. Also he has the most AWESOME dinosaur chew toy evah! My Mom is contemplating purchasing one for me after seeing how much Dozer enjoys his. Cute guy he is!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/595559">Winston</a> is just the sweetest English Pointer. He was inspired by Pongo to write his first diary entry - how sweet is that!!! I'm hoping that we can all convince Winston to continue with the diary entries... (hint, hint). He's a handsome hound, isn't he?

While <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/672000">Nelly's</a> dogster page is a new addition, apparently she has been lurking around dogster for quite some time! I love dogs who lurk! Check out her sly grin... she just looks like a fun pup doesn't she? 

Don't let the sharp teeth scare you!!! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/641106">Maya</a> is a sweetheart. Her doggie companion <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/641404">Sheba</a> has an ocular tumor... sigh. So they could both use some comforting words, I'm sure.   :)

Ohhhh, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/636855">The Brew City Pitties</a> - MEOW! These guys are... <i>handsome</i>. Me love me some pit bull. Their Dad was clever enough to combine all of their separate pages into one combined page - you gotta love the ingenuity of that! Whoa - seriously handsome pitties, me likey. 

And finally,
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/477223">Gordon</a> - he's the strong silent type. You don't hear much from Gordon, he's too busy showing off his manly booties and playing guard dog to write about his day to day activities. But, seeing as though he has those big ears.... (I'm a sucker for big ears), I'm willing to forgive his oh-so infrequent visits to dogster...

A big cyber hug to all of my pup pals!

Shalom,
Izzhmael (thanks <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</a>)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mission Impossible?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/397116</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Dec 2007 08:54:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tis the season to be jolly...? Humph. Hanukkah starts tomorrow night and I still don't have one meas ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tis the season to be jolly...? Humph. Hanukkah starts tomorrow night and I still don't have one measly decoration proclaiming my faith. Our household is a hodgepodge of eclectic religious faiths. I, myself am Jewish (part Cannan dog you see), Maxwell is a practicing <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108/diary/Big_brass_ones/21961">Frisbetarian</a>, Pongo is/was a Unitarian Universalist. Momma was raised Christian (her Dad is a fancy, schmancy Episcopalian priest - insert ominous music here), but has become intrigued by other faiths in recent years. The Man, well, he's just a swell guy. Me thinks he had some sort of Muslim religiosity as a young lad, but nothing really took.  So, we really are an equal opportunity household in terms of religion. Heck, we'd probably even celebrate Festivus if we could find a pole... 
Anywho, the whole point of this meandering blog is to point out how ridiculously impossible it is to find any sort of Hanukkah decorations in <i>Texas</i>. Yeah. We live in the Bible Belt.  Land of the Christians, home of the Republicans. That's all well and good. We LOVE Republicans - they taste like chicken.  I kid! I kid! We are actually fond of Christianity. Many truly, truly delightful pups are Christians ( <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/262047">Exhibit A</a> ). The point is, here, in our neck of the woods, our fellow citizens tend to become a bit <i>fanatical</i> in their devotion. Yeah! Happy to hear to have faith! Love it! Good for you! It's very comforting! Now, can you tell me where you keep your Menorahs in this fine decor store? 

Apparently this weekend, as Mother tried to finish her holiday shopping, she was also on a mission to find some sort of Hanukkah decorations for the home.  She was met with either, "uhhh, I think we have a few things in the back." only to be shown part of a shelf containing about 3 different items, or "Hanna-what?"  She had even more fun when some old bitty of a store clerk would look at her and say, "You're <i>Jewish</i>?" her eyes all squinty.  Mom would reply, "No, but my dog is." 

Anyone know where we can find a Festivus pole?

Shalom,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Call now!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/396031</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 11:46:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been left to my own devices as of late. With Pongo's recent, untimely and sad demise, and Maxwe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been left to my own devices as of late. With Pongo's recent, untimely and sad demise, and Maxwell's departure back to Crappy town, I have no one to entertain me during the day while Mother is at work. Hoping to ease my boredom/insanity Mother has been kind enough to leave the television on for me. During the majority of the day TiVo takes control of the channel selection, thus leaving me watching either The Golden Girls (thank you for being a friend, indeed!), or Law and Order.  That's all well and good, it's the early morning shows I take issue with. You see, Mother leaves for work at 5:40 in the good ol' AM. I'm not sure how many of you have ever attempted to find anything interesting and/or riveting on television at that hour, but let me tell you, it's pretty slim pickins. Uh-huh. Basically, until TiVo takes over I am stuck watching whatever channel is on when Mother hurriedly turns on the boob tube. I've discovered the only things on at that hour are infomercials.  Over the past two days I've become convinced that not only can I too make delicious and low-fat meals for my family using what is essentially an over priced skillet, but also (and more importantly) I'm quite sure I can double - maybe even triple- my current salary using the top secret tips included in a special DVD available to only the first 50 callers. Yes.  For only 3 easy payments of <i>whatever + shipping & handling</i> I am guaranteed (!) to double my current income. Ohhh, with all that money, maybe I'll buy the Set it and Forget it rotisserie. Gotta go! Operators are standing by.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good news, bad news</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/395615</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 10:17:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, the good news is that Mother had finally stopped crying - that is until she brought home Pongo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, the good news is that Mother had <i>finally</i> stopped crying - that is until she brought home Pongo's ashes last night, then it started all over again. Anywho- until last night, she managed to stop crying long enough for the eye puffiness to subside. Well, after taking one look at me with her un-puffy eyes she noticed that I <i>may</i> have put on a few pounds. Maybe. It's possible that over the past few weeks, I <i>may</i> have helped myself to some of Pongo's left over food when he wasn't looking. Also, it's possible that our walks <i>may</i> have been cut a little short due to the little guy slowing down. Also, I <i>may</i> have taken advantage of Mother's sensitive state and convinced her that I too needed treats to make me feel better, not just Pongo. But, right now this is all speculation. None of it can be proved unless I step on a scale. I think we can all agree that ain't gonna happen.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm exhausted!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/392235</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:22:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Entertaining guests is hard work! Grandma and Auntie Joan are in town, staying at our house this wee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Entertaining guests is hard work! Grandma and Auntie Joan are in town, staying at our house this week. Mother has to work, so Pongo and I are left to entertain the ol' kooks. Lemme tell ya, sending subliminal messages regarding the desire to play fetch all day is not as easy as it looks! Neither is balancing on my hind legs trying to get a closer look at the fetch toy - hoping that one of the humans will see and be inspired to play. Yesterday, the two relatives decided to spend the majority of their day outside, sprucing up the backyard and such. I guess 80 degree weather in November is somewhat of an anomaly to them, so they wanted to take advantage of it. That is all well and good, but it is very difficult to play fetch OR take me for a training walk when they are raking leaves. The Turkey Trot is tomorrow. Thus far I feel as if I have been shortchanged on my training, what with Pongo being sick and the guests arriving. I'm sure I will still do well, but it will be more of an effort than I had planned. We are taking the Pongomobile on its maiden voyage tomorrow for the race! Woo-hoo! 
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to stare at the mantle where the fetch toy is kept.
Gobble, gobble friends!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No worries, I am here</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/389266</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 12:16:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes I am so sweet, I even amaze myself. Case in point - last night.
Mother had scooped up Pon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes I am so sweet, I even amaze myself. Case in point - last night.
Mother had scooped up Pongo and put him on the bed so we could all snuggle before bed. While Mother stared at Pongo, scratching his ears, I rested my head on her pillow and licked her tears from her face. I KNOW! How sweet was that?!? All of my sweetness just caused Mother to cry even more. So, more licking from Izzy. 
Mother was all <i>vaklempt</i> over the whole situation. That is until I also decided to lick her deodorant off her arm pits. Apparently, I like the taste of that too. 

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		<title>Despicable!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/388263</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:15:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Turkey Trot is fast approaching. This is critical training time. It's imperative that I get adeq ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Turkey Trot is fast approaching. This is critical training time. It's imperative that I get adequate exercise in order to make sure I finish strong at the race.  Lately we have been receiving 2 evening walks during the week and then a looong walk on Saturday and Sunday. This training schedule has been working fine thus far. So, imagine my surprise when Mother woke up Saturday morning, got dressed for walking, and then <i>left without us!!</i>. It was weird. What was even more weird was the fact that she <i>drove away</i>. Yeah. Come to find out, the little traitor participated in a fund raising walk for... <i>kittehs</i>. Yes, cats, furballs, meowing little pipsqueaks. Apparently Mother was joining some of her co-workers in a "team building" activity. The lady in charge of selecting the activity is fond of not only <i>kittehs</i>, but also <i>running</i>.  So, a 5K for the cats it was. I guess Mother wasn't too worried about the whole running thing because the 2 other "walkers" that she works with promised her they would be there and they could walk together.  I guess they bailed on her, so she was stuck running the ENTIRE DAMN RACE! Ha! Serves her right, I say.  Mother is in pretty good shape (or so she says), she just despises running. It sucks the life out of her and makes her irritable, so she tends to shy away from the whole ordeal.  I was delighted to see her limping around the rest of the weekend, cursing her muscles for being so sore. Cursing her co-workers for making her run.  Cursing anyone who would listen for any reason. I paid her no attention. The fact that she placed 3rd for her age group did nothing to diminish my irritation towards her. Perhaps if she had allowed me to join her in her so-called charity run, I would feel a little more sympathetic, but... no. My training schedule is all messed up now. The likelihood of me crossing the finish line at the Turkey Trot with a victorious wag of my tail is slipping away. Curses!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tinkle tinkle little Bella</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Nov 2007 09:06:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went along for the ride last night when Mother took Pongo to the vet. I love going to the vet! Mos ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went along for the ride last night when Mother took Pongo to the vet. I love going to the vet! Mostly because, for the most part, when we go it's to have Pongo checked out, not me. So, as long as I behave myself and look pretty (done!) I get a treat out of the whole deal. Nice.  I was so focused on looking pretty in my attempt to receive a treat, that I forgot to be good... As we walked up to the counter to check in, I smelled that another dog had been at that same spot, leaving a very unfavorable message. I decided to spread some Izzy cheer and cover up the mean message, so I lifted my leg (I do that sometimes) and peed on the wall.  Mother was not impressed.  After my message was cleaned up we sat and waited. I tried to convince Mother to give me a treat then, but it didn't work. <i>Apparently</i> "dogs who pee inside don't deserve treats." Seems a bit strict to me, but whatev.  I did manage to work the Izzy charm on the vet tech - I gave her a kiss on the nose - so much so that my little urination incident was forgotten and a treat was procured. All in all, not a bad way to spend an evening.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Always kiss me goodnight</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Nov 2007 10:06:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a pretty fortunate pup. I have a doggie door that allows me unfettered access to the back yard.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a pretty fortunate pup. I have a doggie door that allows me unfettered access to the back yard. I am fed on a (fairly) regular schedule. My desire to play fetch with a very specific type of squeaky is acknowledged from time to time.  And for the most part, Mother doesn't complain too much when I stick my head out the window in the car, thus causing her seatbelt to be pressed against her throat. All in all, not to bad for the Izmeister. I had no idea, however, exactly how lucky I am to be able to sleep on the human bed. 
Recently, both of my friends <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/580969">Ben</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/352039">Abby</a> have complained of their people's extreme reluctance to allow them <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/352039/diary/Ramblings_from_the_rowhouse/384707">on the</a> <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/580969/diary/The_ben_dog_chronicles/385478">bed</a>. After reading their trials and tribulations regarding getting into said bed(s), I counted myself one very lucky pup. After thinking about this for some time, however, I realized that, for the most part, it is not I who wants to sleep in the bed, but <i>Mother</i> who wants me to sleep in the bed with her. Many a nights I have been sound asleep on my cozy doggy bed in the living room only to have Mother say, "Where's my Bella?" or something else to that effect.  Usually I begrudgingly run into the bedroom, hop up on the bed and curl up on my side of the bed. But only because Mother insists that I sleep with her on the, also, coil-less mattress with soft sheets and warm blankets. Yes, I am only being an obedient dog when I do make this sacrifice. I hope Mother realizes what I do for her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pondering love</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/385502</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Nov 2007 07:48:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As promised, we went to the dog park on Saturday morning. We met up with Mother's friend Cindy and C ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As promised, we went to the dog park on Saturday morning. We met up with Mother's friend Cindy and Cindy's dog Bandit. Bandit is the "bad boy" that I referred to previously. I think he's quite handsome, but I wonder if I really need more bad boy influence in my life. I'm conflicted really. Bandit is a nice enough dog, eager to please his owner and all of that, but he does have a wild side - as evidenced by the furless spot on my head where he took his chomp a few weeks back.  As I grow older I wonder if I need to find a more suitable mate, someone a little less wild, more stable. Perhaps a nice Corgi or Bassett Hound? Sure, those Shepard mixes can be fun at first, but really, at the end of the day do I need more drama in my life...? I dunno.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Duh</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/382659</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 09:40:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm one of the Daily Diary picks of the day! My pup pal (who also likes to flip her ears back on occ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm one of the Daily Diary picks of the day! My pup pal (who also likes to flip her ears back on occasion)  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/571039">Phoebe</a> was sweet enough to send me a Pumpkin rosette in celebration. Being one of the diary picks of the day is all very exciting, except now I feel the need to be brilliant. Lemme tell you, after taking 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://www.mensa.org/index0.php?page=12">Mensa test</a>, me no feel so smart.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why must things be so difficult?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/381404</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 08:08:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sigh. Mother promised me that she renewed our subscription to Dogster Plus. She renewed early (so sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sigh. Mother promised me that she renewed our subscription to Dogster Plus. She renewed early (so she says) in order to avoid any lapses in service. Well! Lo and behold, looky at my page and you will see that she is indeed a LIAR! Or maybe the dogster people messed up. Either way, I'm not happy. My choices of rosettes are very limited, and my captions from my pictures have disappeared. I do not appreciate advertisements interupting what should be a page ALL ABOUT ME! I called Mother at work and informed her of her lies. She tried to calm me down and told me that she had already placed a call with Dogster HQ and reminded them of her renewal last week. Well see. Justice must be restored!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My latest obsession</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/377484</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Oct 2007 06:09:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't know why she even tried... Mother got it into her head that she wanted to try and start grow ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't know why she even tried... Mother got it into her head that she wanted to try and start growing pretty things in the back yard again. She tried this last year and we (Pongo and myself) all but destroyed everything by eating and/or peeing on it.  You know what they say about the definition of insanity... "doing the same thing over and over again each time expecting a different outcome", that's my mom. She planted a few flower seeds a month ago. They are sprouting now - yummy.  Last weekend she purchased some flower bulbs and some organic soil. Oh. My. Dog. That organic soil is something else. I love it, the flies love it. It smells gooooood! So now, I am obsessed with finding the bulbs that she planted. It's kinda like a pig looking for a truffle, I suppose. Except I am no pig, I am a princess. A princess who likes to dig through what is essentially manure.  I would get away with all of this nefarious behavior if my nails and paws wouldn't become so dirty. Yeah. I return from my adventures with mud caked to my paws and Mother looking none to happy with me.  Apparently it is not cool to track <i>organic soil</i> throughout the house.  I can't help it - I'm addicted to the thrill of it all. Just try and stop me! Go ahead, try.  Bruhahahaha....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Bad Boy Allure</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/377039</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 07:30:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I find myself increasingly distracted by constant thoughts of my new friend Bandit.  I met Bandit fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I find myself increasingly distracted by constant thoughts of my new friend Bandit.  I met Bandit for the first time last week. Bandit's mom is a friend of my mom.  Seeing an opportunity for all of us pups to socialize, Mother brought Max, Pongo and me over to Bandit's house for a little romp. We all had a faboo time - especially Bandit. It was fun to see him happy, his doggie roommate recently moved out with her owner, leaving the big guy all alone during the day. Being a Shepard/Mutt mix, it goes without saying that Bandit is pretty easy on the eyes. I was in love (so was Pongo apparently...). A few days later the parents left us alone in the house as they went to a soccer game. While they were gone Bandit decided to play a little rough with me, playfully tugging on my ear and tenderly chomping on my head. I liked it! Mom was a little concerned when she came back and saw my bloodied ear and scratch on my head, but I was unfazed. This was true love!! The next day we all met up at the dog park. I did everything I could to play <i>hard to get</i> all the while indicating that I really was not all that hard to get. I would run in front of him, pretending to ignore him, but then circle back around and shake my butt in his face. If he was playing, I'd act interested in his play buddy, but ignore him, momentarily. Finally I could take it no longer and ran up to Bandit and professed my love for him. He responded by chasing after the tennis ball someone had thrown. Ahhh, love.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shameless</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/376215</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 13:11:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>For a good time, click here...
Please vote for Izzy in the World's Coolest! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For a good time, click here...
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show07/vote_pet.php?i=345061">Please vote for Izzy in the World's Coolest!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Usefulness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/374082</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 07:57:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I try to make sense of human behavior, but sometimes it is very, very difficult.  My most recent sou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I try to make sense of human behavior, but sometimes it is very, very difficult.  My most recent source of confusion revolves around Mother and her so-called decorating skills.  You see, she recently acquired a rather large piece of furniture she calls a <i>sideboard</i>. I call it a long table, but that's beside the point. Seeing as though she purchased said item from the same Scandinavian store in which <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108/diary/Big_brass_ones/338857">Dexter's Biped procures his friends</a>, some assembly was required.  Well that's all fine and dandy. A few hours and some cursing later, Mother had managed to assemble the darn thing. My grudge isn't against the <i>sideboard</i> , it's against the decorations/knick-knacks on top.  They serve no purpose!! The <i>sideboard</i> serves a purpose - it holds all of the fancy stuff that we never use. I get that. The jack-o-lantern that lights up is festive, I can appreciate that.  But why - in the name of all things Dogly- would you set not one, but two candy bowls on top and NOT FILL THEM WITH CANDY?!? That's just crazy. Mother said it had something to do with the fact that Max and I have become quite adept at counter surfing and she doesn't trust us to not eat the candy... whatever. I think she's just lame.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The dangers of self-defense</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/370753</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Oct 2007 07:46:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>With the exception of Pongo and me, Mother - for the most part- lives alone. The Man and Max come to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ With the exception of Pongo and me, Mother - for the most part- lives alone. The Man and Max come to visit, but overall, the majority of time is spent alone. She is okay with this, or so I gather. However, seeing as though she is a single woman, she had taken it upon herself to learn a bit o' self -defense. She started off taking a hand-to-hand combat class with a few of her friends. I guess it was quite enjoyable for her, but I myself never really saw her in action due to the fact that The Man refused to practice with her. I suppose that had something to do with the fact that when in danger Mother always aims for the, uhh, <i>testicular area</i>. Her Momma didn't raise no fool!  So The Man was, understandably, a little apprehensive about letting her practice on him. Eventually, after about a year or so,  Mother and her friends grew tired of the whole hand-to-hand combat stuff and decided that GUNS WERE THE ANSWER!!! Actually, in all honesty, Mother has no interest whatsoever in ever owning a gun. She has told me on more than one occasion that guns give her the heebie jeebies. But, being crazy women, the friends decided that they wanted to shoot a gun just once in their peculiar little lives. So, they signed up for a class in order to learn the basics of holding a gun and firing the deadly weapon. Good times!!! Last week the women went to class, learned that it was important to NEVER AIM A GUN AT SOMEONE - unless you want to shoot them, of course - and then were let loose on the shooting range.  All in all, Mother was given the opportunity to shoot about 15 different types of guns. When pressed about the names of such guns, she shakes her head and says, "Uhh, one was black, one was silvery-looking, and I think there were a couple that looked like Wild West guns (revolvers, perhaps?)." So, she isn't a stickler for details. After the end of the shooting spree, Mother and her friends agreed that their original instincts were correct: they have no business owning, shooting or even looking at guns. Fortunately when it comes to kicking a bad guy in the crotch, her aim is much better. 
What does all of this have to do with me, you may be asking...? Well it seems that everytime Mother decides to try a new form of self-defense she signs up for an evening class, thus <i>disrupting my dinner time</i>. The madness has to stop. I like to eat at a very specific time.  If necessary I will take on the responsibility of biting the bad guy in the crotch in order to free up Mother's evening to feed me properly. A chomp to the crotch is just as painful (if not more so) than a kick. Stop the madness!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thank you!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/368313</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:55:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I would like to give a huge thank you to my pup pal Sky for reminding us about the tasty goodness th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I would like to give a huge thank you to my pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493173">Sky</a> for reminding us about the tasty goodness that is known as Frosty Paws.  Mother realized it had been awhile since she had purchased those little bites of heaven once she read about Sky enjoying them.  I tell you what dear friends, it is well worth the inevitable brain freeze... Yum-o!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A tale of weekend mornings</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/365644</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 10:34:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's 6:50 AM, both Izzy and Maxwell decide that Mom has slept long enough. Together they decide to d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's 6:50 AM, both Izzy and Maxwell decide that Mom has slept long enough. Together they decide to divide and conquer in order to wake her up. Izzy starts the game off by walking over the mound of blankets, beneath which Mom sleeps. She crosses the blankets repeatedly. Over, turn around, over, turn around, her claws digging into Mom. When that produces no result Maxwell takes his turn by oh-so-irritatingly digging through the pile of magazines by the bed. Dig, dig, scratch, rip. 
Mom: "Grrrrs. Stpp. Shhh" Or something to that effect - she is in fact still partly asleep.
Izzy: "Hmmm, this isn't working Max, we need to be more aggressive."
Max: "Agreed", he nods his head.
Izzy approaches the pile of blankets and sticks her cold, wet nose on Mom's face. There is more grumbling from Mom at this point as she rolls over.
"Oh look! Her foot is sticking out of the blankets!" says Izzy.
"I'm on it!" Maxwell announces as he pounces over to her foot and begins licking it. More grumbling and a few expletives are heard from Mom.
Pongo: "Leave her alone and let her sleep!" he barks <i>loudly</i>.
At this point Maxwell decides to commence the licking of the hand which has also appeared from under the blankets.  Izzy hops up onto the bed and rests her head in the crook of Mom's neck. She breathes deeply, her snout only inches from Mom's face. 
"Dog breath," Izzy explains to Max, "This'll get her going."
Max decides now would be a good time to start a staring contest with Mom. He approaches her carefully, tongue hanging out, panting perfusely. He stares. Inches from her face. Slobber drips off his tongue. He is, of course, oblivious to this. His only thought is he must win the staring contest. Mom's eyes remain closed. 
Pongo jumps on the bed as well. "Shhhh, she's sleeping!!!"
Mom rolls over, wipes the slobber and  Izzy's nose condensation from her face. The clock says 7:02. She sighs and sits up in bed, defeated.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What would Seva do?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/362973</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 07:07:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I like to be naked (nekkid, if you will). It's easier to fully Furminate me.  I can receive a more t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I like to be naked (nekkid, if you will). It's easier to fully Furminate me.  I can receive a more thorough neck scritch with out my collar. And also, to be quite honest, I enjoy the looks I get from the neighborhood boys when I am sans collar.  Mother, however, seems to think that I need to always wear my collar - this may have something to do with my history of escaping from the yard, and the need for me to have my ID tags with me at all times, maybe. That being the case, I have two collars. One is a plain Jane purple nylon one, no frills, very utilitarian. The other is a pink leather (pleather, probably) one decorated with darker pink daisys - very posh.  After my recent bath, Mother held up both collars and asked which one I wanted to wear.  The answer was obvious, in honor of beautiful Seva I chose to wear the fancy one.  I wear my fancy collar proudly, like any diva would.  I hold my head up high and prance now, channeling the divine Miss Seva through my fancy collar. The fanciness is for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/178271">Seva</a>. The pretty daisys are for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a>. Two beautiful pups who we miss dearly.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've got to toughen up!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/360593</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Sep 2007 10:28:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My great new pup pals Roma and Milo are right, I am part lab, I should not be afraid of the water!!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My great new pup pals <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/42840">Roma</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/42832">Milo</a> are right, I am part lab, I should not be afraid of the water!!! What's wrong with me? It's been suggested that I "get some balls" and just jump in. I don't know what having more toys has to do with jumping into the water, but maybe I'll try.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hi ho hi ho it's off to work she goes...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/360511</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Sep 2007 05:44:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother returned to work this morning after enjoying 2 weeks off.  I didn't particularly enjoy waking ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother returned to work this morning after enjoying 2 weeks off.  I didn't particularly enjoy waking up at 5:30 for breakfast this morning, but as Mother pointed out, she didn't exactly enjoy waking up at 7:10 every morning during vacation when I wanted breakfast.  I fail to see her point. 
Something else that was discussed was the fact that Mother now realizes how little I actually do all day (her words, not mine). Apparently while she was home she noticed that for the most part "all" Pongo and I do is lounge around the house and sleep. I beg to differ! It is actually very difficult doing what I do. It's not easy following the rays of sunshine and repositioning myself accordingly.  And trust me, beginners don't try this at home: at completely random times during the day, running out the doggie door at full speed to look at a squirrel. It's hard! Besides, what exactly does Mom think I do all day? It's not as if she has ever left for work in the morning with the dishwasher running and come home to find that I had emptied it for her. I have no thumbs! I have no desire to bore myself with domestic chores. Blah. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go find a ray of sunshine to bathe in.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog park - take 2</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/357156</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 09:24:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The dog park was finally open! I'm not exactly sure what repairs were made last week, since it looke ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The dog park was finally open! I'm not exactly sure what repairs were made last week, since it looked exactly the same, but who am I to criticize? Anywho, I had a mah-velous time running and playing with the others. There was a ginormous Great Dane (redundant, I know) that I sorta fell in love with. He was very handsome. Most of the dogs there were about 2-3 times my size, but as the old saying goes, "size doesn't matter"... for the most part a good time was had by all. There was one small incident when I had to intervene on Pongo's behalf. A male dog would not take "no" for an answer so I had no problem running interference and getting up in the dogs face (or as close as I could get) and telling him to back off. Hey, it's what I do. Mom was touched that I would stick up for Pongo like that. I just like flexing my "bitch" muscles every once in awhile.  
:)
Iz-meister]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am nothing if not vigilant!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/355914</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Aug 2007 12:51:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I take my guard dog duties very seriously pups! If it was left to Pongo to guard the house we would  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I take my guard dog duties very seriously pups! If it was left to Pongo to guard the house we would have nothing left. Pongo will show you the fine china if you rub his belly. So, I take offense at the way I was ridiculed the other night as I tried to guard the house from invaders. Mother was in the bathroom brushing her teeth, Pongo was in the living room doing Dog-knows what, and I was stationed in the bedroom. Suddenly I see something move very slowly. I approach cautiously, the fur on my back raised.  I emit my warning growl - low and slow. The intruder makes no attempt at retreat. I move in closer, my growl becoming more fierce. The intruder appears to be immune to my growl. I let out a pee-inducing bark. Nothing. Mother comes out of the bathroom- toothbrush in hand- to see what all the barking is about. 
"Bella, thank you for protecting me from the feather boa. I've got it from here." She holds it up for me to sniff.  "You're welcome!" I say, as I wait for some sort of treat.
Apparently Mother had borrowed an extremely gaudy pink feather boa to wear when they all go out for her birthday dinner. The breeze from the ceiling fan was causing it to sway. For a minute I though we were all done for. Thank goodness for me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eh...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/355475</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Aug 2007 13:08:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well we FINALLY made it to the dog park yesterday - geesh! Right after breakfast Mother loaded us in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well we FINALLY made it to the dog park yesterday - geesh! Right after breakfast Mother loaded us into the car and off we went. She drove with the windows down so I could enjoy the wind in my ears - delightful! Sadly as we approached the park Mother noticed there were no other cars there. Humph. We got out anyway and figured we could at least run like maniacs around the park, alone if need be. Well, imagine my surprise when we walked up to the Big Dog park and saw that it was "closed for repairs". Excuse me? What exactly needs to be repaired at a dog park? It's grass and more grass. Mom figured we could just hang out in the Little Dog park, since we were the only ones there anyway. Uhhh, guess not. That park was closed also. Come on!!! Both parks are closed until Saturday for this so-called repair. What ev!
In order to console me Mother took us to The Man's house so we could play in his back yard. Pongo likes to pretend he is Pongo of the Jungle and I am slowly working up my nerve to hop into the pool. I still have only made it to the top step, but someday... I will conquer my fears and JUMP IN!!! Hopefully Saturday we can make it to the, newly repaired, dog park and then enjoy a leisurly swim after. We'll see.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Does a promise mean nothing to this woman?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/354542</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Aug 2007 12:33:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well fellow Dogsters, here it is Day 2 of Mother's vacation and still no trip to the dog park - as p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well fellow Dogsters, here it is Day 2 of Mother's vacation and still no trip to the dog park - as promised. 
I am impatiently tapping my paw.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ho hum</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/354002</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Aug 2007 10:14:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is home from work for 2 weeks. I don't even want to know whose butt she had to sniff at work  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is home from work for 2 weeks. I don't even want to know whose butt she had to sniff at work to make that happen, all I know is she has 2 weeks of paid vacation and has promised to spend the majority of that time telling me how pretty I am - or something to that effect, I wasn't really listening. There is talk of a visit to the dog park in the near future... this is shaping up to be a great 2 weeks already!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wuv, tuwo wuv</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/351922</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 12:16:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was love tagged by Rajah and his step-brother Gordon .  They are super awesome. Rajah is so handso ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was love tagged by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339">Rajah</a> and his step-brother <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/477223">Gordon</a> .  They are super awesome. Rajah is so handsome! Gordon is more of the strong silent type. A dog of few words, really. But his ears make me go weak in the knees -woof!  :)
The three pups that I am love tagging are:
1.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/168802">Cricket</a>.  She is just pawsome!!! I absolutely love how she stands up to those icky icky vile poodles next door. It's also cool that she stands up for her big brother when he needs her assistance. She rocks!

2. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/404546">Finlay</a> . Ohhh, his highly kissable forehead is just dreamy! I love the bad boy side of him too. If you ever had the chance to see him in his Park Uniform you'd understand why I find him so alluring. I think he is just a sweetheart.

3. Finally, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/272883">Colyn</a> . Just 'cause his logic is amazing.  :)

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Step by step, ooooh baby!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/351763</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Aug 2007 05:54:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was super thrilling! Mom took all of us over to The Man's house so she could swim. He has ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was super thrilling! Mom took all of us over to The Man's house so she could swim. He has an awesome back yard that we love to play in, so while she was frolicking in the water we were running around like mad dogs. Due to the extremely high temps all the running around made me a bit hot. I kept looking at Mom in the pool - she looked refreshed. Hmmmm. Eventually I began pacing around the perimeter of the pool, glancing ever so carefully at the water.  After about 10 minutes of this I decided to taste the water... eh, not bad, just not something I'd want in my water bowl everyday. Mom was patiently watching the situation unfold. Finally I sucked up all my courage and gently placed one paw on the top step, then another until all four paws were standing on the top step. Okay. Now what? Mom swam over and rubbed my ears for being such a brave girl (it's not easy, lemme tell ya!) and tried to coax me down to the next step. No thank you! I spent the rest of the time pacing back and forth on the top step contemplating my next move. It's going to take a lot more <i>cajones</i> than I have to take the next step down. Maybe by Friday I will be able to do it... maybe.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Be careful what you wish for</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/350828</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 07:11:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother came home on Saturday. I was so excited to see her that I threw up a bit - 4 times. I think s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother came home on Saturday. I was so excited to see her that I threw up a bit - 4 times. I think she appreciated it, really I do. After the customary hellos and belly rubs I helped her to unpack. I have always wanted Mother to bring back a little souvenir from her vacations, but she had yet to deliver - until this time. As we were unpacking Mother pulled out something "just for me". I was excited. My tail was wagging in anticipation. What could it be? A shot glass? A t-shirt? A necklace? No. A navy blue pea coat from Petsmart. Apparently she stopped there with her sister-in-law and saw they had pea coats "waaaay" on sale and thought I would look cute in one. Well of course I would look cute wearing a coat - that's not the point. The point is - well there are a couple of points actually - 
1. It's 105 degrees outside. I don't need no stinkin' coat
2. I prefer the au naturel look (nekkid, if you will)
3. A shot glass would have been more useful to me at this point in my life

Oh well, it's a small step. Sadly, pictures will be forthcoming.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vacation</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/345802</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Aug 2007 07:37:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is leaving for vacation tomorrow. She is going to a family reunion for her step-mom's side of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is leaving for vacation tomorrow. She is going to a family reunion for her step-mom's side of the family. She is excited because ironically her step-family are the only truly normal ones in the whole gosh darn family tree.  Anyway, I was excited to hear of a vacation and started hauling out my luggage. However, apparently I am not going. Pongo and I will be staying with The Man for the next week, whilst Mother goes on without us.  When asked why it was we could not join her on this excursion, Mother gave some flimsy excuses: She is flying to her destination; and most of the family aren't really dog people. Now, let's examine these excuses, shall we?
She is <i>flying</i> to the reunion... Oh really? Last time I checked Mother had nothing even close to resembling wings. Birds fly, Moms don't. Heck, she doesn't even like to run fast, how does she expect to go airborne? 
Secondly: they aren't <i>dog people</i> . I can't even wrap my supremely magnificent brain around how that is even possible. How can a person not like dogs? Impossible.  Someone may not be overly fond of dogs, but that is simply because they have yet to meet me.  The best way to overcome this malady is to allow me to give Izzy Kissy's to all the fam damily. Humph.
Oh well, I enjoy spending time at The Man's house. There is a large back yard, a big window which to look out of, and Maxwell to play with. It won't be so bad, I suppose. 
All this is to say that for the next week or so I will be <i>incommunicado</i> on Dogster. The Man isn't much for taking dictation. You know what they say... "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him type."
Hasta la vista compadres!
Izz-meister]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Emotional roller coaster</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/345269</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Aug 2007 05:35:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm pretty shook up about Daisy . She became sick and passed away so quickly, I barely had time to r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm pretty shook up about <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> . She became sick and passed away so quickly, I barely had time to register that she had cancer before she crossed to the Bridge.  She will be very missed. I can only hope that she keeps her good sense about her and stays away from the dreaded Poodles. I'm sure even at the Rainbow Bridge Poodles are creepy. I wonder if Chihuahuas are nicer at the Bridge...?
 So I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself, feeling sad for Daisy's peeps, just blah in general, and I click over to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter's</a> page.  That dog is some kind of funny! So, regardless of how I feel, I know that Dexter can make me smile - or at least make me scratch my head in deep contemplative thought. 
I love dogster.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm okay with the situation as it stands</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/344797</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 06:54:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has her tail feathers in a rumple again (or something to that effect). You see, for a (very,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has her tail feathers in a rumple again (or something to that effect). You see, for a (very, very early) birthday present, The Man bought her a TiVo box - which she has named Chester - and a subscription to TiVo service.  This all happened two weeks ago. Well, coincidentally two weeks ago we started watching an abnormally large amount of Telemundo. Not by choice.  Apparently Chester has his signals messed up and when he tries to enter, for example, channel 231  he instead enters 23 or 21 - both of which are the Hispanic channels.  If we want to record 252... you guessed it, we get either 25 or 22. Occasionally he will get it right - but only when he's trying to record shows that <i>he thinks</i> we will enjoy.  Based upon his recommended recordings, Chester apparently thinks we are a 5 year old Hispanic child.  Mother has grown increasingly frustrated at this situation. I cannot tell you the number of times she has turned on TiVo central only to find out that Chester has not recorded Law and Order as she requested, but some telenovella (in Spanish). The reason I'm okay with all of this is because everytime Mother calls customer support (ha!!) and they put her on hold, she uses that opportunity to play fetch with us. The first time she called she was on hold for 15 minutes. Let me tell you friends, I was pooped by the time someone actually came on the line to "help". Last night she called again. Her support person put her on hold a record holding 10 times!! Yes, that's right. Just imagine the amount of fetch I played last night. I slept like a bug in a rug I was so tired. Mother went to bed early too, since watching television was out of the question. Luckily the problem still isn't fixed (after 1.5 HOURS on the phone) so I think she may call again tonight. I need to carbo load.
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/342855</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 05:46:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I received my new registration tag in the mail yesterday. I was carefully reviewing all the informat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I received my new registration tag in the mail yesterday. I was carefully reviewing all the information for accuracy (aggressive: no - damn straight I'm not aggressive!!!) when I came across something disturbing... When Mother first registered me she told the registration lady that I was a Lab/Canaan dog mix. For simplicity's  sake she just entered "lab mix". I'm cool with that. Canaan dogs aren't all that popular, no use getting all upset about it, moving on. Well, on my new registration form I was listed as being a LABRADOODLE!! Oh Dear Dog. I was peeved. Do I look like I am part Poodle? I'm not crazy about those "dogs". The miniature/toy ones are just ridiculous and the standard poodles are just creepy. They always have this mysterious look about them - I don't trust them. I am not part Poodle!! Do I walk around all high and mighty? Do I act as if I am the Queen of the Universe? Do I insist that people bow down to me? Am I insistent about being fed at very specific times of the day? Am I moody for no reason whatsoever? Do I walk around as if I control the neighborhood? ..... Oh, wait. <i>Never mind</i> .... But at least I don't talk in a phony French accent!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Force is strong with this one...</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 13:06:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is becoming more adept at ignoring my wake-up calls on the weekends. She has figured out that ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is becoming more adept at ignoring my wake-up calls on the weekends. She has figured out that if she curls herself into a tight little ball, with the covers over her head (just enough of her head sticking out to breathe) that I can't get to her. She learned this Saturday morning after I licked her eyelids... yes, I licked her eyelids in order to wake her up.  I thought it may have worked, but she managed to fall back asleep. Humph. Fortunately I had a plan B for Sunday.  After Max and I jumped up and down on the bed for awhile to no avail, it was time for The Big Guns. What is the one sound that no human can sleep through??? That's right! Urp... urrrp, urrrppp. Complete with stomach contractions and everything! Mother jumped outta bed so fast in order to grab something for me to throw up in that she didn't even notice that Max and I were laughing at her! My plan worked!!! No up-chuck, just the sweet smell of success. My breakfast was served soon after, just the way I planned it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mourning the tushie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/339697</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 05:35:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is sad. Apparently The Man's tushie has gone missing. He is on a crazy (!!!) yeast-free wack- ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is sad. Apparently The Man's tushie has gone missing. He is on a crazy (!!!) yeast-free wack-o diet meant to cure him of his occasional joint stiffness. Over the course of the last 2 weeks the man has limited his food consumption to just a few (yeast-free/carb free/ucky) foods. I suppose now he knows what we feel like being limited to mere dry kibble day in and day out, but that rant is for another day... Anyway, thus far this diet has  NOT eliminated his joint stiffness, but it has eliminated his tushie. I guess he has lost about 12 pounds (of which he didn't need to lose any), most of it from his posterior. It has also caused him to be irritable, sleep poorly, lethergic, <i>irritable</i> and just over all blah. Good times! Overall Mom says she misses the tushie most of all. She says it's nice to know that when she kicks him in the butt for being silly, that there is actually <i>something there</i> to kick.  You'd think the way she is carrying on about the whole thing that the only reason she liked him was for his bum.... Rest in peace tushie.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drama Queen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/338062</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 05:49:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday I was treated with such disdain by Mother, that quite frankly, I'm still a little offended ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday I was treated with such disdain by Mother, that quite frankly, I'm still a little offended. You see, I was hot. The rain in Texas has ended (for now), so now it's just frickin' hot and humid and to make matters worse, Mother is cheap and refuses to turn the air conditioning down to a temperature where a dog can rest in relative comfort. I was suffering. Rolling onto my back, ears pointed up, panting, the whole bit. "Woe is me!!" I gasped. I shall never frolick in the dog park again... No reaction from Mother whatsoever. Finally after about 10 minutes of my torture, Mother opened the sliding glass door and said to me, "Isabella, if you're so damn hot, then stop laying in the sun and come inside where it is cool.. you weirdo." Oh. Yeah. Good idea.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kung-foo Bella</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/337623</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 08:44:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had my annual exam on Saturday. I was pronounced to be in fine physical shape (with the exception  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had my annual exam on Saturday. I was pronounced to be in fine physical shape (with the exception of a small amount of plaque build-up).  My weight is good, my ticker is strong. All in all, I'd say I'm perfect. 
I did get shot up with all the vaccinations. Not too crazy about that, am I.  I displayed my disdain at receiving shots when I was stuck (stabbed, some might say) with a needle in my right hind leg. STAB! Suddenly - HIIII-YAAA! Karate chop! My leg flew back in the most perfect of back kicks. Out - In - Fight Stance. It was so quick, you could have missed it. If someone had been directly behind me, the force known as Kung-Foo Bella would have been felt. Don't mess with me or I'll kick ya!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>First who smelt it...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/335889</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 12 Jul 2007 05:53:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Alright, it was probably me who &quot;delt it&quot;, but don't blame me for the newfound home fragrance! I was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Alright, it was probably me who "delt it", but don't blame me for the newfound home fragrance! I wasn't the one who happily gave me broccoli and cauliflower as an appetizer last night.  I just think, if you are going to give me raw veggies, you should be prepared for the inevitable consequences of eau de stinky. That's all I care to say on the matter.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unappreciated</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/335468</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 07:28:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Every now and then I feel the need to be nice.  It doesn't happen very often, but when the mood stri ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every now and then I feel the need to be nice.  It doesn't happen very often, but when the mood strikes, look out. Yesterday was one of those days. Mom came home from work looking rather haggard. It was difficult to tell if the haggard look was due to being sleepy, or just a side effect of dealing with random bits of sad news all day. Either way, Izzy to the rescue! Mom dutifully took Pongo and I for our afternoon walk, and then crawled into bed for a little siesta before she fixed dinner.  It was at this point that I took it upon myself to do a little cheering up.  Sure she <i>looked</i> tired. Sure she tried to pull the covers over her head.  Sure she kept telling us to go away. But, when someone is sending such mixed signals as those... you can't really blame a bitch (me, not Mom) for misinterpreting the situation.  I snuggled, I stared, I licked, I nudged. I even enlisted the help of Pongo - he performed a few happy wiggles in order to try to cheer her up.  So I think you can all understand why I am so confused at Mom's lack of appreciation to my actions. She "thanked" me by telling me to "get off the bed", and "leave me alone". Humph. Talk about being unappreciated.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good vibes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/334975</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 05:22:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm going to be sending all of my good vibes and happy thoughts to Daisy and her peeps - it's litera ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm going to be sending all of my good vibes and happy thoughts to Daisy and her peeps - it's literally the least I can do for all of the happy smiles she has sent my way.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Home schweet home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/334708</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Jul 2007 13:32:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I'm home again. The vacation was nice. It's always good to have a change of scenery every now and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I'm home again. The vacation was nice. It's always good to have a change of scenery every now and then.  Mother told us all about the trip to Seattle that we were left out of. Apparently they had a good time, despite the fact that I was not there. How is that possible?!?  
Now, allow me to let you in on a little secret about my Mom.. she turns into quite the little kleptomaniac on vacation. I guess the power of the hotel toiletries is too much to ignore. Yeah. If she has the opportunity to stay in a relatively nice hotel, she feels the need to grab all the "free" soap, shampoo, and conditioner she can. It all started awhile back when she and The Man stayed one night at a posh hotel in Beverly Hills (one night only, so the pressure was on to grab and go). The hotel used a very high end brand of bathroom essentials, which shall remain nameless - mainly because I can't remember how to spell the name. Once she saw the cute little bottles of French-posh-smelly stuff, she enlisted The Man as her wingman and the game was on.  The load that she came home with was unbelievable (and embarrasing).  She <i>claimed</i> it was for our guests, but considering we have had only Susan and Grandma stay with us in the past year, I find this very hard to believe.  Anyway, this vacation was no different than others, with the exception of her wingman. The Man refused to play along, thus forcing Mom to go it alone. She returned home with about 8 bottles each of shampoo, conditioner and lotion, as well as 8 bars of facial soap. One would think that as a "I missed you" gift, she would have used some of the ill-begotten shampoo to bathe me last night, but noooo. Instead of smelling like lavender and bergamot (what is that, anyway?), I smell like a wet dog. I have half a mind to turn her in to the proper authorities, if The Man hasn't already done so.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Girls Rock!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/331395</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Jul 2007 08:06:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I must give a shout out to Molly!  Molly stood up to a big bully at the dog park who wouldn't take n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must give a shout out to Molly!  Molly stood up to a big bully at the dog park who <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/363666/diary/Happy_happy_joy_joy_d/328835">wouldn't take no for an answer</a>. When a girl says no, she means it. Molly is awesome!]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/330539</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 19:07:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I must give a shout out to my pup pal  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I must give a shout out to my pup pal <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://wwst give a shout out to my pup pal <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.doive a shout out to my pup pal <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.dogstea shout out to my pup pal <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.dogster.coout out to my pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/doout to my pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/3to my pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/36366y pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/363666">p pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/363666">Molll <a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/363666">Molly/]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My thoughts on theme songs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/329054</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 09:35:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've taken it upon myself to assign theme songs that I feel are appropriate to just a handful of my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've taken it upon myself to assign theme songs that I feel are appropriate to just a handful of my favorite dogster pals. The following is my list (in random order) of my pup pals and their respective theme songs. Feel free to dispute my opinions :)  

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339">Rajah</a> - <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.lyrics007.com/print.php?id=TWpnME9UQTA">Footloose

<a href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/139432">Stormie</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.lyrics007.com/print.php?id=TVRNNE16VTM">Survivor</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/168802">Cricket</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.stlyrics.com/lyrics/ridingincarswithboys/girlsjustwannahavefun.htm">Girls Just Wanna Have Fun</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/160707">Izzie</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.lyrics007.com/print.php?id=TkRjMk9UWTA">Feeling Groovy"</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/178271">Seva</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.lyricsfreak.com/j/joel+billy/uptown+girl_20072915.html">Uptown Girl</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/404546">Finlay</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.steppenwolf.com/lyr/brntbwld.html">Born to be Wild</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</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.80smusiclyrics.com/artists/bobbybrown.htm">My Perogative</a>

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> has already chosen her <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366/diary/Your_daily_dose_of_doggie_wisdom/328400">theme song</a>  - I think it is a fabulous choice!!!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I don't know what the big deal is</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/328689</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Jun 2007 13:30:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Saturday morning I tried to wake Mother up at 6:30. I was hungry and restless. I needed attention, a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Saturday morning I tried to wake Mother up at 6:30. I was hungry and restless. I needed attention, and Pongo just wasn't cutting it. A wet nose here, a squeeky dropped on her head there, and she moved. She mumbled something about wanting to sleep in. Sleep  in? Uhh, did she not notice that it was already 6:30? She did sleep in! Being the agreeable pup that I am, I let her sleep until 7:00. At 7:00 I commenced with the waking up ritual again. She was no match for me and was forced to get her lazy bum out of bed. She snapped on our leashes and took us for a long-ish walk, then fed us our morning kibble. After breakfast she looked at me and said, "Well Izzy, what do you want to do now?"  I thought about it for awhile and then said, "You know what (yawn), I'm pretty tuckered out after all the morning activities (yawn). I think I may just take a little nap."
I'm not sure, but I think she growled at me.
Oh, and I've decided that my theme song is <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.stlyrics.com/lyrics/wicked/popular.htm">Popular</a> from Wicked (the musical). I think it suits me just fine.  :)

Bella]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Theme Song Challenge</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/327558</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 13:28:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I gave Max and Pongo the challenge of choosing a theme song for themselves. They seemed to come up w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I gave Max and Pongo the challenge of choosing a theme song for themselves. They seemed to come up with ideas rather quickly (although I couldn't take Pongo's first suggestion seriously...). I, however, am stumped as to what <i>my</i> theme song should be. I'll have to mull this one over for awhile. Meanwhile, share what you think your theme song would be. What song sums up your personality best. Discuss.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peace at last</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/327141</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 13:04:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well it turns out the little bugger Rajah is okay, he just has nothing to say as of late. I shall ca ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well it turns out the little bugger <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339">Rajah</a> is okay, he just has nothing to say as of late. I shall call off the covert operation to resuce him from the grasps of the dastardly squirrels...
More good news: I am now sooooo convinced that I am indeed part Canaan dog. Yeah baby! My pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/130134">Sprocket</a> is a Canaan dog (and very handsome too) so I carefully studied his tail. Contrary to what Maxwell thinks,  a dogs character isn't always measured by the floppiness of his ears, sometimes it's about the curl of the tail. Well, earlier this week I also became pup pals with two more fantastic Canann dogs,  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/254652">Dax</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/20186">Smeagol</a>. Well, if you look closely at their tail and then look at my tail, you will see we are indeed very similar. I must say, it's very comforting knowing that you are not alone in this great big world. There are other dogs out there who are just as good lookin' as I.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Where fore art thou...?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/325719</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 08:03:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Normally I'm not one to worry. I know that eventually I will be fed; if I am patient I will be walke ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Normally I'm not one to worry. I know that eventually I will be fed; if I am patient I will be walked; Mother will, at some point, come home from work, yadda, yadda, yadda.  Don't get me wrong, I like routine and all, but I'm not the sort of pup to get my panties all in a wad over nothin' (unlike Pongo who feels the need to tear down 8 foot tall fences at the slightest tremor of thunder...). <i>However</i>, something that has me quite worried as of late is the absence of my dear pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339">Rajah Q.</a> (the Q is for cute, by the way). Last we heard from him, his Mom had left him in the care of his own personal pawsistant. I smell danger. My mind is conjuring up a whole mess of stuff that could have happened. I strongly suspect fowl play from the dastardly squirrels. Perhaps the personal pawsistant knows something. I refuse to rule her out as a suspect until more info can be obtained. I have ways of making people talk... standing on the bladder seems to be the most effective I find. 
Phone home Rajah!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bittersweet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/322862</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 07:53:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well we finally got to go to the dog park yesterday. I wasn't sure if we would, considering Pongo's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well we finally got to go to the dog park yesterday. I wasn't sure if we would, considering Pongo's recent attempts at escape. I was sure we would all be punished for his crimes... fortunately the parentals decided not to punish all of us for Pongo's lapses in judgement.  Sadly once we got to the park we soon realized that it was FRICKIN' HOT!! Too hot actually to enjoy the surroundings. We tried romping and playing, but to no avail. We ended up spending most of the time hiding under the tables trying to cool off. All in all, we spent about 10 minutes at the park. Considering it takes 15 minutes to drive there - one way - some might say it was a wasted adventure. It was still fun to hop in the Mini Cooper for a joy ride though. You've gotta look for happiness where you can pups. 
:)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a little she-devil...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/320760</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jun 2007 06:45:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yup. We busted out Monday night. Pongo needed to clear his head and I wanted to pee on everything I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yup. We busted out Monday night. Pongo needed to clear his head and I wanted to pee on everything I could.  So we worked together to make an inconspicuous hole in the fence. Just as I was running out of things to pee on... Bad boys, bad boys, what'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do when they come for you? It was the doggie poe-leece. Oy vey.  Once again we were hauled off to jail. Mother was under the impression that since she had registered us in the previous town we lived in but it was the same county, that our registration would still be good. Uhh, nooo. So we spent the night in the slammer. We were rescued the next day by Mother (who subsequently registered us in the correct city...). She was happy to see us alive and well, so we didn't get into too much trouble. <i>However</i> later that night after Mother ran to the store, we tried another daring escape. We were quickly caught by Mother. So now we have lost our outside privileges. Yup. The door on our doggie door has been closed. I am a prisoner in my own home.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I will not take &quot;no&quot; for an answer!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/318023</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 31 May 2007 08:08:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well fellow Dogsters, I suspect that this supposed drought we are having in Texas is over. I say thi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well fellow Dogsters, I suspect that this supposed drought we are having in Texas is over. I say this because in the past month we have only had 4 days (yes 4) with no rain. Of the 27 days that it did rain, it poured. Our back yard has turned into a varitable swamp (complete with lots of squishy poo for Mother to deal with), and I swear I saw an arc being built with animals lining up in pairs. But, the whole point of this rant is to point out that rain or not, I will not be silenced! You see, while Daisy developed   <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://daisyaday.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-jungle-fever.html">Jungle Fever</a>, Pongo and I developed a severe case of Cabin Fever. Many a time our  walks would be cut short due to a thunder storm. What?!? It's not like I'm the one who will be struck by lightning, Mother is the tallest one, she'll be the first to go. Anyway, after 3 days of no walks, the madness began.  By Sunday morning I could take it no longer. Mother was putting her shoes on in anticipation of going <i>somewhere</i>. I jumped up and immediately began doing my happy dance. Yeah! We're going <i>somewhere</i>! She kept telling us - by this point I had Pongo joining in on the festivities as well- she was just going to the grocery store. I DON'T CARE!!! Take me with you!! "No, no, no" was all I kept hearing, but I chose to ignore that. Eventually I sat my little butt IN FRONT OF THE DOOR, effectively blocking her exit. She had no choice, we were going too. The trip to the store was relatively uneventful. Sitting in the car while she shopped was even more uneventful, but that's not the point. We actually managed to see the great out doors, despite Mother trying to prevent this. 
Moral of the story: Never take no for an answer. There is nothing that a smile, tail wag or even all-out defiance can't prevent!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Izzy?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/316956</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 May 2007 07:18:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you take a gander at my new photos you will notice the Furmination photo (it's sideways, my apolo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you take a gander at my new photos you will notice the Furmination photo (it's sideways, my apologies). Well, the large pile of fur is what Mother extracted from my beautful coat on Sunday. On Monday an equally large pile was furminated as well.  Mother commented that we have enough extra fur to build another Izzy. 
... Excuse me? There is no need for another Izzy. I can not be duplicated. I am an individual. An original.  That's just crazy talk.
All this discussion on making another Izzy has me all vaklempt. Talk amongst yourselves while I collect myself....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I've been tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/312597</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 May 2007 13:18:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Izzie (the coolest Ibizan Hound evah!) tagged me :)

The Rules
(Hint: Copy and paste the rules so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Izzie (the coolest Ibizan Hound evah!) tagged me :)

The Rules
(Hint: Copy and paste the rules so you don't have to type them again):

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their diary the rules and their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

********************************************************************
7 pawsome facts about me:
1. I like to lift my leg to pee sometimes - it makes me feel important
2. I loooove to sing along with the fire engine sirens
3. I like routine - I will bark at you if you deviate from the normal schedule
4. My beautiful smile will get me anything (almost)
5. Sleeping on my back with my legs in the air is truly the most comfortable way to sleep, trust me
6. When I see a shooting star I ALWAYS wish for opposable thumbs
7. Someday I will rid the world of squirrels and bunny rabbits... oh yes, someday.

7 dogs I have tagged:
Moe
Abby
Molly
Stormie
Cooper
Griff
Kip]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I was put in time out... ME!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/310961</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 May 2007 06:19:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, this weekend was going along just fine until Sunday morning when I was punished for crimes in  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, this weekend was going along just fine until Sunday morning when I was punished for crimes in which I feel I did not commit. Okay, so I did commit them, but <I>still</I>. You see, we spent part of the weekend at The Man's house enjoying his large back yard. Sunday morning we decided to see if Little Dog wanted to come over and play.  Okay, no one told me that Little Dog is a bitch, literally.  I thought it was very clear that I am the supremo, numero uno, one and only bitch allowed anywhere near my space. My cousin Angel is the only other female dog that I tolerate, that's it. So, I think you can see that it was quite necessary to inform Little Dog that she needed to leave. I tried to tell her nicely, then not so nicely to vacate the premises. That is when I was put in time out. The Man fetched (hee hee) the tie out he uses when he and Max golf together. It is a long cable (although not long enough to suit me) that can be tethered to a tree. Initially it was used to allow Max to enjoy the scenery when The Man feels the need to golf, but still keep Maxwell within a safe distance. It was used on me to prevent me from defending my honor. So, while Pongo, Max and Little Dog ran and played and pounced, I was forced to watch from a distance, as I was put in time out. Just me and the tree. After a few minutes, I was allowed my freedom, but by then Little Dog paid me no mind and completely ignored  me. Injustice is pervasive lately.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get with the program!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/309983</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 May 2007 05:40:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother has promised (promised!!!) me that she will update my photos soon. I keep telling her that I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother has promised (promised!!!) me that she will update my photos soon. I keep telling her that I am a doggie model and need to express my creativity through the photographs. Apparently her camera needs new batteries and she is just too darn forgetful to purchase any whenever she goes to the store. I am about to take matters into  my own paws. It's almost summertime and my lead photo is all about springtime. It's embarassing, really.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Number 4! I'm Number 4!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/308460</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2007 05:42:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The annual list of most popular (pupular) names was recently published. Isabella was NUMBER 4! That' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The annual list of most popular (pupular) names was recently published. Isabella was NUMBER 4! That's right fellow Dogsters, I'm number 4! Now, normally I'd be just a bit upset that I was not number one, but... if you take a gander at the list you will see that nowhere on the list is "Maxwell" or (of course) "Pongo".  So, I will gladly take 4th place over not even being nominated, if you will.
Yeah Me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>2 dogs, 2 bags</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/307094</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 May 2007 05:34:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night during our after dinner walk, we were halfway through the jaunt before Mother realized he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night during our after dinner walk, we were halfway through the jaunt before Mother realized her tragic error... She had only grabbed 1 poopy bag. Seeing as though she was currently holding onto 2 leashes, she quickly deduced that this could be bad.  I heard her pray to the divine dog poopy deity, asking that only one of us poo on the walk.  No such luck chica!  As fate would have it, both Pongo and I did the dirty deed. It took some maneuvering on her part, but she did manage to use one bag for 2 poopies, with only minimal disgust. From now on I suspect she will be more careful.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Almost famous...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/306689</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 May 2007 05:45:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ohhhh, I was just notified that my diary is one of the diary picks of the day!  Although it's not qu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ohhhh, I was just notified that my diary is one of the diary picks of the day!  Although it's not quite as cool as being Diary of the Day, or even - Dog-forbid- Dog of the Week, it's probably best to start small and work my way up.  Too much notariety all at once could be disasterous. Yeah, I'll just slowly build on my fame until I can rule the world!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>S**t don't stink - part deux</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/306369</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 May 2007 10:19:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother was mowing the lawn on Friday when she came upon a most distressing sight... someone had allo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother was mowing the lawn on Friday when she came upon a most distressing sight... someone had allowed their dog to poo in our front yard (no big deal) , but then not picked it up!! What kind of civilized society do we live in?!? None of us can quite wrap our brains around how someone could actually let their pooches excrement remain in a strangers yard. Seriously, what is the though process behind that? "Ohhh, it's just dog feces with potentially harmful bacteria/parasites/vermin.  And besides, it smells so good when people step in it. They will surely thank me for leaving it here." 
And while we're on the topic: Don't think everyone at the dog park doesn't notice when you suddenly "don't notice" that your dog taking a huge crappola right in the middle of the park. If your doggie poops, you gotta scoop!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's just not the same</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/304997</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 May 2007 14:09:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My favorite toy has gone missing. Yes, it's true. My green squeaky is gone (although refering to it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My favorite toy has gone missing. Yes, it's true. My green squeaky is gone (although refering to it as a "squeaky" is kind of a misnomer seeing as though it no longer squeaks). I am quite fond of Bad Cuz's - I'm sure Good Cuz's are all find and good as well, but quite frankly I prefer the bad ones. I enjoy nibbling on the feet until they are gone, and then chomping down on it until the inner squeaky cries "uncle". My favorite Cuz was the medium green one. It was my most favorite toy in the whole wide world. When I was happy, I would express it by grabbing the squeaky and running like a maniac. When I was bored I would chew on the squeaky until my saliva would squirt out at me. There is no greater fun then playing fetch with the green squeaky. Sigh.  The toy disappeared last week during one of Maxwell's visits. I know that he knows where it is and just isn't telling. Humph. Mother did not think it was such a big deal when the beloved squeaky disappeared seeing as though there is an orange squeaky of the same size and a large squeaky of the same color. Certainly between the two I should be able to find happiness... But, alas, there is a difference. I am reminded of the Friends episode when Emma wants Joey's stuffed penguin. Joey tries to replace the original penguin with a reasonable facsimile - but they all knew it wasn't the same. 
Normally when Mother comes home from work I grab my squeaky and jump up and down 'cause I'm so happy. Now I just run around looking for my squeaky. I have tried to develop the same relationship with the orange squeaky, but deep down in my heart, I know it is not the same.  Hopefully Maxwell will come to his senses and fess up as to where he has hidden the green squeaky.
If not I will have to *#@^$*#%***!!!!! (censored for content)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Complete list of my thoughts this weekend...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/303289</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 05:23:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Friday:
1. Yeah! Mom's home!
2. Yeah! We're going for a walk!
3. Ohhh, nature!
4. Must pee on ev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Friday:
1. Yeah! Mom's home!
2. Yeah! We're going for a walk!
3. Ohhh, nature!
4. Must pee on everything.
5. Where is my squeaky?
6. Yeah! My squeaky!
7. Dinner time!
8.  Ohhhh asparagus. I love asparagus!
9. Where is the asparagus?
10. Can't...quite....reach...asparagus
11. Yeah! Asparagus!
12. No, I do not want to fetch, I want asparagus please.
13. Must sleep now.

Saturday:
1. Must wake up Mom
2. She's still sleeping - perhaps if I drop  my squeaky on her...
3. Hmmm, perhaps if I jump on her...
4. Ohhhh, yes, stand on her bladder. Yeah, she's awake!
5. Feed me please!
6. Ohhh, outside!
7. Nature!
8. Must pee on everything!
9. Asparagus please
10. Yeah! Max is here!
11. Max is taller, surely he can reach the asparagus...
12. Yeah, dinner time!
13. Heck yeah I'll fetch!
14. Sleepy

Sunday:
1. Must wake up Mom
2. She's still sleeping - perhaps if I drop  my squeaky on her...
3. Hmmm, perhaps if I jump on her...
4. Ohhhh, yes, stand on her bladder. Yeah, she's awake!
5. Feed me please!
6. Yeah! Max is here!
7. Did someone say car ride?!?
8. Ahhh, the wind in my face.. heaven.
9. Dog park!!!!
10. No thank you sir, I do not wish to have you as my boyfriend.
11. NO MEANS NO!
12. Look at me, I'm running!
13. Dinner time! Yum, yum, yum
14. FROSTY PAWS BABY!
15. Brain freeze...brain...freeze - ohhhhhh.
16. Sleepy time]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You think your s**t  don't stink?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/302224</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 05:38:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been a lazy couple of days around the homestead, so I decided to read some old diary entries  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been a lazy couple of days around the homestead, so I decided to read some old diary entries of my very witty dog pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/16108">Dexter</a> . One of his diary entries struck me as being very timely. I forget the exact date/title or any other identifying information, but the gist of the entry was a neighbor of his was quite upset that Dexter had the nerve to defecate in his yard, despite the fact that Dexter's biped is very meticulous about picking up said poo poo.  Now, in a recent letter to either Miss Manners, Dear Abby, Miss Upitty, or Miss Something-or-other a concerned reader sent in a letter expressing her frustration at her neighbors for allowing their dogs to pee in her yard. Apparently the dog urine causes her grass to die. She would like the urination to stop and wanted to know a polite way of conveying this message. Okay. A few issues pop into my head:
1. I could be wrong here, as I freely admit I have yet to run dog urine through any type of urinalysis or other scientific test, but MY pee pee (and those of all the dogs in my abode and surrounding area) actually has the opposite effect on grass. MY pee pee causes grass to grow. You can tell where the "hot spots" are for dogs to pee in the neighborhood based upon the height of the grass. The frequent urination spots always have grass that it at least 1-2 inches taller than the rest.  I smell a business venture here! Perhaps I should bottle my (apparently bionic) urine and sell it as a fertilizer of sorts... hmmm.  ANYWAY, Most dogs probably are not pi$$ing out sulfuric acid, thus causing the grass to die.
2. Why pick on just dogs? Lets go further with this preposterous thinking. Birds hafta relieve themselves somewhere. It sure as heck isn't in a discreet manner, am I right? What about the squirrels and chipmunks that run amok in my neighborhood. Surely they have to poo and pee at some point. I don't see anyone writting letters about how Mother Nature *refuses* to address the damn squirrel poo/pee problem  - she should know better.
3. Have you ever tried to stop a dog from peeing? It can't be done. When you gotta go, you gotta go. 'Nuf said. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some lawn work that needs to be done.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am wonderful... thank you.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/301865</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 05:51:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yes, it's true that I would some day like to take over the world. However, I am not stupid. These th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes, it's true that I would some day like to take over the world. However, I am not stupid. These things take time. I must first lull Mother into a false sense of security and *then* launch my plan. Where am I going with all of this? I'll tell you.  My good pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366">Daisy</a> (you all know her, you all love her) recently inquired as to why we were still allowed to lounge onthe faboo new couch, if the original one was destroyed by a canine. This is where my genius comes in to play. You see, the couch was destroyed by Maxwell. The blinds were destroyed by Maxwell.  The phone books were destroyed by Maxwell and Pongo. The trash can was destroyed by Maxwell. The cord to the heater was eaten by Pongo. Shoes (oh, the shoes!) were eaten by Maxwell and Pongo. I could go on and on, but I think you see where I am going with this. Would I have liked to take a little nibble of the old couch? Sure! Is there anything better than enjoying a few pages of a phone book after your morning siesta? No, but I refrained.  Why? Because I am of superior intelligence. I knew that eventually Max would have to pay for his crimes. He is now locked in his crate whenever he is left unattended - alas, no lounging on the new furniture. Pongo, while not really at risk for destroying anything of real value (except the shoes... oh, the shoes!!), is also monitored for signs of danger. Fortunately he tuckers out pretty quickly so unless he has a sidekick, simply formulating an idea is about all the trouble he gets into these days. So, there you have it. With the exception of my excessive shedding... I really am making myself out to be the perfect pet. I have no fear of being locked in a crate all day. Mother trusts me, and why shouldn't she??? Soon, all my hard work will pay off. Patience is a virtue, or so I am told. Bruu-ha ha ha !!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Update with Izzy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/295016</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Apr 2007 07:10:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh what an interesting weekend I had! It all started Friday evening when Mother decided to steam cle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh what an interesting weekend I had! It all started Friday evening when Mother decided to steam clean the carpets. All of the furniture had been moved from the family room into the living room (why?) so she thought it would be a good opportunity to get rid of all the "dog stank" in the carpet. Uhhhh, dog stank? The scents that we leave behind are 100% primo eau de dog. She should be thanking us, not trying to get rid of the smell. Whatever. Saturday was.... hectic to say the least. We had a very special engagement involving plans for The Man's birthday in June. It's all very hush, hush. I can speak of it no more. I've already said too much!!! Well after all the bru-ha-ha. We sat on the floor in the living room waiting. For what, I had no idea, but we were waiting none the less. Finally *IT* happened. Two men showed up with the new couch (Max had eaten the old one)! Oh the joy! Mother put us all in the guest room to keep us out of the way (am I ever really in the way? Really?). Fortunately we had a better reaction to the new monstosity of a couch than our good friend Augusta did with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/354746/diary/Auggies_day/267941">Bessie the Couch</a>. As you can see from the picture of us above, we took to it like a dog to a milkbone. Grandma saw the picture and had the nerve to ask Mother just where she was supposed to sit... uhh on the floor like any other human, Grandma!
All in all, a pretty good weekend. I'm glad Mother is back at work  - I need my beauty rest.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A time for reflection?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/293326</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Apr 2007 05:25:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Passover began a few days ago. I am trying to be a good Jewish doggie, but since this whole Judaism  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Passover began a few days ago. I am trying to be a good Jewish doggie, but since this whole Judaism thing is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/255608">new to me</a> some of the traditions and customs are a challenge.  Fortunately since mother is a vegetarian, keeping a Kosher kitchen is pretty easy. My kibble is kosher (I think), and the veggies I am given as treats are also kosher (again, I think). I did get a little peeved on Tuesday... Mother apparently was inspired by who-knows-what and decided to make homemade pita bread - yum-o. At least I think it would have been yum-o... only unleavened bread for the Iz-meister, thus no bread. Drats.  I should probably use this time to reflect and learn more about my faith, instead I'd rather spend my time kvetching, kvetching, kvetching.  

Shalom my friends!
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Irritating...Moi?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/292457</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Apr 2007 07:30:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have you seen this face? Have you? How can I be irritating? I'm adorable! Mother, apparently, is und ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you seen this face? Have you? How can I be irritating? I'm adorable! Mother, apparently, is under the impression that my "shrill" barking at all hours of the night is irritating to her and the neighbors. I doubt that very much. Is it my fault that the neighbor's dog sends me subliminal messages and I must answer in kind - out loud? No. Is it my fault that the squirrels choose 3:00 AM as their party time? No. Am I to blame for the full moon? I submit that no I am not!
I demand justice!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I should have had a Plan B</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/284336</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Mar 2007 05:26:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday after our early evening walk, Mother surprised us by not going in the house... What?!? App ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday after our early evening walk, Mother surprised us by not going in the house... What?!? Apparently with all the "extra" sunshine in the evening she decided to spend some time in the front yard pulling weeds or something equally mundane. Mother tried to be nice and let us hang outside with her. Well for me there is a difference between being outside tethered to a tree, and being outside allowed to run free. Guess which option Mother chose? Yeah, Pongo and I were prisoners of nature. Forced to watch the world go by while our leashes were wrapped around a tree. But wait! What is this I see in front of me...? It's a leash! Perhaps if I chew through my restraints I will at last be allowed to run free! Yes yes yes.  But I had to be sneaky. A little chew here, a chomp there. I could hear William Wallace chanting in my head,  "FREEDOM!!!"  Finally, just as I had finished my task and was ready to run off, Mother approached and saw my handiwork. "Isabell... some days, despite how cute you are, you really aren't the brightest bulb in the socket." In my haste to achieve freedom, I had chewed through Pongo's leash, not mine. Better luck next time.

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In yet another WTF moment...</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 04:58:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I knew something was up... I could just sense it. I saw Mother's suitcase sitting out for a few days ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I knew something was up... I could just sense it. I saw Mother's suitcase sitting out for a few days, I could tell she was excited about something, but I just didn't know what. My suspicions grew deeper when she left for work on Thursday and instead of giving us our morning Milk Bone, she gave us a small beef stick and lots of kissys. Well, turns out Mother had NO INTENTION of coming home that night. Instead, The Man showed up and loaded us into his car. "Ohhh, an adventure!" You might be thinking to yourself, yeah, what an "adventure". It turns out we were going to a doggie boarding place while the parentals went on a vacation without us!!! Oh, the humanity. Now, to be fair, The Man was nice enough to keep Pongo and I in one kennel and Max in another (Pongo probably appreciated that more than I), and he also signed us up for two days of doggie day care... so it wasn't as if I was in solitary confinement. I did manage to have fun and make lots of new friends at day care.  But STILL! Would it kill the parental units to take us with them on vacation, just once? I knew they had been someplace tropical when I saw Mother and she looked all tan - well, really she looked sunburned, Mother doesn't tan, she burns.  A sunny beach vacation would be nice for us canines too. Hello? Sand, sun, drinks with umbrellas - all quite lovely! Oh well, Mother was nice enough to stay home from work yesterday - I'm deluding myself thinking that she stayed home to spend time with us, but really I think it was so she could get caught up on her laundry...

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Dog-Friendly Car</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/279894</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Mar 2007 13:08:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As I'm sure most pups would agree, riding in the car is one of life's greatest joys.  This is even m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As I'm sure most pups would agree, riding in the car is one of life's greatest joys.  This is even more true when your human is the proud owner of a dog-friendly car. Mother is such an owner. Two paws up for the Mini Cooper! Not to be confused with our good pup pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/431123">Mini Cooper</a> of course.  Mother simply has to put the back seats down and voila, instant dog car. With the seats down I have my choice of looking out the back window, looking out the side window, or (my favorite) mooning people from the back window. Hee hee. When the sun roof is open and my ears are flappin'  wowie! Also, it is very easy to discern who are dog people versus non-dog people based upon the reactions when we drive by, tails waggin. Most people cannot resist smiling at how cute I am (maybe how cute Pongo is too, maybe).   Let's motor!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The best laid plans...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/277006</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Feb 2007 12:09:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There was talk amongst Mother and The Man about taking us to the dog park this weekend. It was all s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There was talk amongst Mother and The Man about taking us to the dog park this weekend. It was all so very exciting to hear. Alas, the weather this weekend did not cooperate,  despite the fact that it was warm and sunny on Friday. On Saturday huge gusts of wind were destroying everything and bringing with it a lot of orange-y dust from West Texas. It was kinda cool, except that mean no dog park (being as svelt as I am [ahem] I probably would have blown away anyway). On Sunday the weather had turned a bit chilly again. Stuck at home again. Of course today it is sunny, warm and beautiful. Mother said she had to go to work... so help me if she is actually at the dog park playing with other pups without us. I'm crossing my paws that it will be dog park weather this coming weekend.

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Car trips</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/273839</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:21:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I loooove going for rides in the car! Yes, the wind in my face is exhilarating, but that's not why I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I loooove going for rides in the car! Yes, the wind in my face is exhilarating, but that's not why I love me a car ride. You see, Mother has taken to allowing me and the Pongster to tag along when she runs errands. She has also figured out the best spots to snag us some treats. The following is a list of places most likely to hand out treats to us pups:
1. Dry cleaners  - 90% chance of acquiring a tasty morsel.
2. Bank drive through - 60% chance. There is one teller in particular who is a true dog person, when she is working, SCORE! Otherwise it's a crap shoot.
3. Starbucks - 75% chance.  Here's where I start to get a little peeved.  They see me when we pull up to the window - I make sure of that by streeetching my head out the window and flashing the cutest smile I got. If it's a good day, I'll snag a piece of zucchini loaf (and a piece for Pongo too). However, if there is an anti-dog person working the window (sheesh), no such luck. The last time we went, the window person actually said, "sorry dog,  I don't have anything for you." Uhhh, excuse me sir, I can see the entire display case in front of you. Pick something and give me a bite!!! 
4. Pharmacy - 10% chance. This is the most frustrating place. I can see the bag a dog treats sitting in the window, right next to the delivery system-tube thing. It's right there!! Unfortunately despite all the stretching and smiling, we NEVER get a dog person at the pharmacy. The treats are there, we will continue on our quest. 
Happy Monday!
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>But... it's mine!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/271648</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 05:55:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This is all so very confusing. Mother got home last night after celebrating Valentines day/their ann ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This is all so very confusing. Mother got home last night after celebrating Valentines day/their anniversary with The Man. She was showing us the gifts she got when I saw it... a stuffie! Yes, a stuffed lamb. My eyes lit up! Mother was headed to bed with the stuffie, I thought I should be the one to have it (any stuffie is mine after all). I jumped into bed with Mother trying to grab it. Mother ended up hiding it under the covers in an effort to throw me off the trail. Ha! I am a killer and a hunter, I can find anything. I spent 20 minutes sniffing, burrowing, walking on top of Mother trying to snuff out the stuffie.  It's mine!!! I deserve to eat it, errr, play with it. Why was Mother being so mean. I was in no mood to continue with this game. Hand over the stuffie and no one gets hurt. I used all the available weapons at hand: my cold, wet nose; my ability to incessantly paw at you; standing on your bladder... None of it worked. Eventually I gave up. I figure after a good nights rest I will continue the hunt for MY stuffie. Gee whiz, some people just will not share!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To be (naked) or not to be (naked)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/269026</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Feb 2007 05:49:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I think we can all agree that it is pretty hard to improve on perfection (aka - me). However, recent ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think we can all agree that it is pretty hard to improve on perfection (aka - me). However, recently I have begun thinking it may be interesting to jazz up my appearance by adding a few key pieces to my wardrobe. Right now my wardrobe consists of, well, nothing but a smile. Clothes and accesories never really appealed to me. Why hide what Dog gave me, right? However, after seeing how beautiful and adorable <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/168802/sniff">Cricket</a> is in her pretty clothes it got me thinking perhaps I too could become a fashionista. I would look quite stunning in a faux-fur lined coat on our walks. An elegant sweater may make dinner more of a formal occasion. A jaunty hat could make the dog park more fun. It certainly is something to think about. I hesitate only because being naked is just so darn comfortable.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Recap</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/267754</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 5 Feb 2007 05:30:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a glorious birthday! So much attention and goodies!!! Mother was going to post pictures of the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a glorious birthday! So much attention and goodies!!! Mother was going to post pictures of the celebration but some SOB stole her camera from her office (trust me, SOB is not the same verbage Mother used when she realized what had happened...). So, alas no pictures of me in my birthday hat :(

Mother bought me a new collar. It's pink "pleather" with flowers on it. She says it makes me look like a lady, almost. I also got a new squeaky carrot. It didn't last too long being a squeaky and all. The Man got me a GIANT Cuz. They weren't sure I would be able to fit it in my mouth... I did. It squeaked for about 3 hours, then I killed it along with munching off its feet. It still is fun to play with though. Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy.  I also got a rawhide bone from my feline friends Kit Kat and Dilinger. Yummy! The best part was dinner and the treats that followed. I was given avocado with my dinner and then Mother gave me a special pumpkin treat that she baked for me.  The Man thought they were human treats and tried a bite of one... "not bad" until he realized they were made for dogs. He is a bit odd.
All in all it was a great day! I was smiling and wagging my tail so much Mother thought I was going to start hovering in mid-air.
A special thanks to my Puplitzer Prize winning friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/296339/sniff">Rajah</a> for my happy birthday wish.
Happy Monday fellow Dogsters!
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Anticipation....anticipaayaaytion</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/265600</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 05:40:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is  my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday! Tomorrow is my birthday!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Talk about an obsession!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/263146</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 12:45:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I do not understand this strong desire humans have to keep everything clean (well, most humans anywa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I do not understand this strong desire humans have to keep everything clean (well, most humans anyway).  Case in point: Mother works all week, but has the weekend off. Now, any self-respecting dog would cherish that time off from work and do nothing (perhaps a little licking, eating and brief walks, but THAT'S IT). I would looooove to have 2 days off in a row - the fact that technically I have all 7 days off is not the point people . What a perfect time to relax, snooze, eat, drink and be merry, right? Humph. Apparently not. More often than not Mother uses this time to clean up the messes we've made over the course of the previous week. Fine, clean up your messes, I say. But leave my stuff alone! It takes a lot of time and effort to make sure my bed is just the right amount of stinky. I do not appreciate it being thrown in the washing machine in order to be "cleaned". It's inhuman/dogan. Once again I tried to voice my displeasure by throwing myself on the pile of laundry to be washed in protest. Mother thought it was cute and took my picture instead. I demand respect!
Izzy
Birthday countdown still in progress... Feb 1st is the magical day :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm not crazy about that guy...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/262617</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 08:38:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night Mom and The Man plopped their behinds on the couch and watched t.v. all night. All was we ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night Mom and The Man plopped their behinds on the couch and watched t.v. all night. All was well and good during American Idol (funny stuff), but then the State of the Union address came on. Normally during this time we would all head outside for a leisurely stroll around the 'hood. I look forward to this time of day. I can stretch my weary muscles and search and destroy (well, not really destroy) rabbits or other varmin I come across. So, I was quite disapointed in the new evening schedule. It is because of this (no walk for Izzy) that I do not care for the strange looking man talking on t.v. last night. Not because he has to overcompensate for his shortcomings by getting American's tangled up in a no-win war. Not because he is bound and determined to set women's rights back about 100 years (by eliminating funding to low-cost women's health centers and trying to repeal Title 9 among other things). Not because he's a doofus and a liar. No, it's because I did not get my walk last night... Just wanted to make that clear.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let the birthday countdown begin!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/262185</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 08:51:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My 4th birthday is in one week (February 1st). I'm soooo excited I almost pee everytime I think abou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My 4th birthday is in one week (February 1st). I'm soooo excited I almost pee everytime I think about it (almost...)! I've heard Mom and The Man talking, I try to look like I'm not listening, but really I am.  I know that we have recently acquired a doggie treat baking set, so I suspect a deee-lish birthday treat is imminent. Unfortunately I also hear talk of making me wear a birthday hat. I suppose if it will get me closer to gifts and goodies I will wear it, but don't expet me to be smiling in the pictures. 
I'm crossing my paws that I get a giant Cuz from the parentals. Well, to be quite honest, anything that squeaks will be great. 
7 days and counting!

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is it possible...?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/260104</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jan 2007 13:26:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother seems to think that I am maturing, growing up, acting more responsibly. Hmmm, could be. Latel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother seems to think that I am maturing, growing up, acting more responsibly. Hmmm, could be. Lately all my plans for world domintation have been put on hold. My desire to run the world has been lessened a bit. I am much more content to snuggle with the parental units than plot my takeover.  Also, ever since Max came to be with us, I feel the need to be more  protective of my family. The other day when Pongo found the dead bird... well a few months ago I would have jumped with delight at his acquisition, but now I know that dangers of eating suspicious items and sternly told him to leave it alone. Also, I am becoming more fond of Maxwell. We had a fantastic time the other night running and playing. I'm actually starting to look forward to his visits with The Man. So, yes, perhaps I am maturing. Or maybe I'm just getting lazy...

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/258620</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 03:51:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, actually we don't get snow days here in Texas, we get &quot;ice days&quot;, but anyways...
This morning ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, actually we don't get snow days here in Texas, we get "ice days", but anyways...
This morning started out like any other Monday morning. Mother's alarm clock went off at any un-dogly hour, Mother said a few "grown-up words" of disapproval and she crawled out of bed. She listens to the news while she gets ready and was particularly intersted in the weather report. Apparently the rain we have been experiencing all weekend turned into freezing rain overnight. It's been really really cold outside too, so that means icy roads.  Mother went outside to check the driveway and sure enough, ice.  Mother told us she's stuck at home with us all day - but she said it with a smile.  Now, you would think that since Mother gets to spend the whole day with us this would mean long romps outside and walks through the neighborhood. Sadly, no. Just because the lady doesn't have fur like us she uses that as an excuse to stay inside when it is cold! I think it's a cop out. She has an entire closet full of coats. Surely she can put on 2 maybe 3 of those coats and she'd be fine. But noooooo.  Oh well, right now I'd settle for extra snuggles on the couch. 

Stay warm,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, apparently I'm Jewish</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/255608</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Jan 2007 07:08:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After some serious research, Mother has decided that I am part Canaan dog. Canaan dogs were native d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After some serious research, Mother has decided that I am part Canaan dog. Canaan dogs were native dogs of Israel, often called pariah dogs.  In 1965, 4 Canaan dogs were sent to the U.S. for breeding - we are somewhat rare.  Canaan dogs are inquisitive (Mother calls it nosy), alert, vigilant, devoted and very vocal. Also - most importantly-  the tail is carried high and curled over the back when excited.  With the exception of vigilant (only after I've had a nice looong nap), I think I meet all those qualities.  :)
Now, for the Jewish part... I want to be true to my heritage so I should probably brush up on my Judaism. Mother has promised me a Menorah next holiday season. Also, instead of whining it's now called kvetching. I already have the guilt thing down pretty well, also, I excel at  the "no work on the Sabbath" thing. I was born to be a Jew! The only difficult part will be the Kosher diet. No dairy and meat together... hmmm. Does that mean no more *milk* bones?
Happy belated Hanukah!
Shalom,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My lineage...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/251231</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 13:17:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What am I? Who am I? Where did I come from? Mother has been trying to help me answer these questions ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What am I? Who am I? Where did I come from? Mother has been trying to help me answer these questions for quite some time. The most perplexing question is "what am I?".  I obviously have labrador in me, but the other part of me is a mystery. Mother stated on my page that I am part dingo - I think she wrote that to be weird, she obviously knows nothing about dingos.  Once we became pup pals with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/pet_page.php?i=363666&j=t">molly</a> we thought we had figured out the other part of me... smooth fox terrier. Both Molly and I are quite beautiful with pretty fur, cute pink noses and a knack for snuggling.  Also, for Christmas, Mother received an enclyclopedia of dog breeds. She quickly looked up smooth fox terrier: Energetic (yes), inquisitive (check), bold (mmm-hmm), feisty (oh yeah!), mischevious (uhhh, yah), and independent (yup).  Unfortunately the book also states that smooth fox terriers have tails that are carried high, but NOT curled. Labs tails are carried straight. Humph. So much for that theory. Darn my curled tail (although it is quite stunning)!!! Perhaps I am part beagle?? Help! Any thoughts on where this curled tail came from???

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A new world record!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/249824</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 10:01:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yes ladies and gentlemen (pups), I have set a new record for tearing apart a squeaky! Thank you, tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yes ladies and gentlemen (pups), I have set a new record for tearing apart a squeaky! Thank you, thank you. The Man gave me a new squeaky toy for Christmas that was supposed to be "long lasting". HA! Nothing is long lasting in this household. The new toy was a canvas stuffed bone with the fantastic squeaky in one corner. Not only did I detect the exact location of the squeaky (upper left corner), but I extracted it in mere seconds.  Come on people, challenge me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oatmeal shampoo???</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/245111</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 09:24:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Man brought over some &quot;Oatmeal Shampoo&quot; last weekend for our biweekly baths (I hate baths BTW).  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Man brought over some "Oatmeal Shampoo" last weekend for our biweekly baths (I hate baths BTW). Here's what I don't understand: why does the shampoo have to smell like oatmeal? As far as I can tell, oatmeal is a food humans eat either for breakfast or in the form of cookies (yum!). So, why is it sooooo important to make your faithful canine companion smell like a breakfast item? If I'm forced to smell like a food I'd like to vote for doggie shampoo that smells like steak or chicken. How cool would that be? Meat is a much yummier smell than oatmeal. Who's with me???

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snuggle Bunny Bella</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/243468</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 13:08:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother wasn't feeling well this weekend, so as much as I hated to stop scheming and plotting, I deci ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother wasn't feeling well this weekend, so as much as I hated to stop scheming and plotting, I decided to snuggle her back to health. Although, I know that Santa Paws is watching my every move, so I was being a little selfish in my attempt to help. I am really good at either stretching out and taking up the majority of the bed/couch or curling up in a nice tight ball, which ever the situation calls for. This weekend I needed to curl up. So, for most of Saturday and Sunday you could find me either curled up next to Mothers tummy or tucked in the crook behind her knees. I'm a champion snuggle bunny, I know just where to lay. Throw in a few Izzy Kissys and Mother was good to go this morning. You're welcome.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Squeak, squeak, squeak....silence</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/241696</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Dec 2006 09:03:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Man bought a new toy for all of us to play with (I actually think he got it just for Max, but &quot;s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Man bought a new toy for all of us to play with (I actually think he got it just for Max, but "sharing is caring" I say, as long as I don't have to be the one to share...). It was a blue mouse with a squeaky in it! Ohhhhh how I love squeakies! He didn't realize it squeaked until Mother was looking at it. As soon as I heard that beloved noise - game on! Essentially Pongo and I tag teamed on this one.  After carefully analyzing the situation, we agreed the best way to proceed would be to tear into the mouse's bum.  So we tossed and flipped and tore the mouse to our hearts content. Mother knew what to expect in terms of the life span of the toy, however the Man is a newbie when it comes to dogs and squeaky toys, so he was surprised at the voracity and speed at which we tore it apart.  In all of about 10 minutes, the target was neutralized. Pongo was happily chewing on the squeaky and I was resting with a satisfied grin on my face. Mother did pry the squeaky out of his mouth, but for a few moments he was as content as I.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My letter to Santa Paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/238758</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 07:43:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Santa,

I have been a very good girl this year! For example: I help to keep the neighborhood  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Santa,

I have been a very good girl this year! For example: I help to keep the neighborhood safe from the dastardly rabbits; I try really really hard to walk well on my leash; When Mother brought home Max, I only tried to eat him once, maybe twice; I have been a champion snuggle bunny; and I have cut way back on eating underwear. 
Therefore, because of my examplary behavior this past year, I would like to respectfully ask for the following items to be placed under our tree (actually we can't have a tree on account of all of us being curious and probably knocking it over...):
1. doggie bed
2. stuffed toy to replace my beloved Snoopy
3. a nice big juicy steak
4. a bone

Also, if you could help other doggies find a home this holiday season that would be cool too. Remind people that dogs from the shelter make the most excellent of gifts. Mutts rule!!!

Yours truly,
Isabella]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/234564</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 05:43:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After destroying two phone books, eating a magazine and nearly tearing apart a pair of pants, Mother ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After destroying two phone books, eating a magazine and nearly tearing apart a pair of pants, Mother decided we all had too much energy and took us to the dog park. OMD! I looooove the dog park! I can be off leash and run like a cheetah. I look pretty nifty when I run at full speed. I was playing so hard I was starting to foam at the mouth. Mother was calling me Cujo. It was good training for the race on Sunday, plus I got lots and lots of lovin' from other dog people. 
I am wondering though, if we get to go to the dog park everytime we act out, where is my motivation to behave???

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Time-out is for suckers!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/231821</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 06:35:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So I got into a bit of trouble this weekend... nothing new there, right? See, Max has this fantastic ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So I got into a bit of trouble this weekend... nothing new there, right? See, Max has this fantastic toy that spits out food if you roll it around enough ( a Buster Cube). I remember Mother tried giving me one a long time ago, but I don't really like to work for my food, I prefer it be placed in front of me. Max, though, looooves his cube and plays with it non-stop - or at least until he runs out of food. Well, I wanted a few morsels of food for myself seeing as though Mother is trying to starve me. Apparently Max does not want to share his toy. He barked at me telling me to back off. I barked back telling him to shut his pie hole. He barked back asking me to please leave him alone. I barked back telling him I was the boss and I can do whatever I want. I lunged at him in order to make my point of being the alpha. Then it was on. We rumbled for a bit until the big sissy whined and Mother came to break it up.  Pongo jumped in for a few tumbles as well. So, off to time out for me. Mother put me in the guest bathroom telling me to calm down and start being nicer to Max. Humph. Pongo went to the guest bed room with the same instructions. Maxwell, meanwhile played up his "injuries" acting as if he were severely maimed or something. I barely touched the kid!!!  Eventually Mother let me out but made me apologize to the little booger. I did - reluctantly. Butts were sniffed and all was forgiven, for now. 

Izzy - the misunderstood]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yeah, and the sky is blue...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/230609</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:57:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother feels bad for me due to the newest addition (Max) requiring so much of her attention, and als ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother feels bad for me due to the newest addition (Max) requiring so much of her attention, and also for putting me on the dreaded diet. So last night we had some quality cuddle time and she told me that I was a pretty girl. Uhh, yeah, I know that. Seriously, tell me something I don't know, like how long you plan on keeping Max (certainly not forever.... right?). I wasn't aware that we were playing the Obvious Game. I am pretty, the sky is blue, W. is an idiot, blah, blah, blah. 
Oh well, it's nice to know that she notices things.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not Cool!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/229762</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Nov 2006 05:31:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am very upset fellow dogsters. Apparently Mother does not like my new fuller physique. She tells m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am very upset fellow dogsters. Apparently Mother does not like my new fuller physique. She tells me I look like I am preparing for hibernation. She put me on a diet. She calls it a lifestyle change, but let's be serious... it's a diet, and it sucks the big one. So while Max is getting all the food he can eat and then some, I'm stuck with a few measly pieces of kibble. After our evening walk I am only allowed half a Milk Bone. Seriously? Who gives half a Milk Bone? I have given considerable thought to calling my local SPCA and turning her butt in for animal cruelty. Humph. 
I'm hungry and I'm cranky.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Crack Myself Up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/226886</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Nov 2006 06:42:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is becoming too easy to win over other canine's affections. Maxwell, the newest addition, is quit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is becoming too easy to win over other canine's affections. Maxwell, the newest addition, is quite gullable. I'm gonna have fun with this one. The other day I convinced him to poo on the carpet, despite the fact that he is housebroken, thank you very much.  Priceless. 

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor Pongo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/223888</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 04:56:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pongo is very very sick! Mother came home from work early yesterday because she was worried about hi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pongo is very very sick! Mother came home from work early yesterday because she was worried about him - she found the little guy laying in the garden, unable to walk...Very scary!! So she scooped him up in a blanket and opened the car doors for me to hop in with her.  Mommy was a mess! It turns out Pongo probably ate something he shouldn't have during our walkabout on Friday (I feel bad, seeing as though I am the one who staged the escape). They ran a whole bunch of tests and x-rays on him and then hooked him up to an IV and catheter. His temperature was really really low! Everyone at the vet's office was really nice to us. They love Pongo (and me too, of course), so they took really good care of him. Pongo had to be transfered to the emergency vet clinic last night since he needed plasma and they don't do that at the regular vet's office. Mother called this morning to check on him - vomiting and other icky stuff happened last night.  :( 
The doctor said he is very slowly improving, but he is still quite sick. So, if you have a minute please send Pongo a few "get well" bones and/or wishes - he sure would appreciate it!!
Thanks!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ok, my bad...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/223022</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Oct 2006 05:43:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I seem to have a knack for getting into trouble. Usually it's not my fault, just dumb luck really.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I seem to have a knack for getting into trouble. Usually it's not my fault, just dumb luck really.  The most recent "oops" happened Friday night. Mother was taking Pongo and me for our evening walk. She gave me more slack on my leash than normal so I could wander and smell stuff (fatal error on her part). Well, I happened to see one of the dastardly rabbits that are overtaking our neighborhood. What's a canine with a killer instinct to do? That's right - I lunged at it. Normally this wouldn't have been such a catastrophe, but I have (had) one of those retractable leashes... apparently it couldn't handle my tremendous strength and it snapped, causing the leash to fly backward and whip Mother in the face and eye. Ohhhh, the language she said almost made ME blush. I guess it hurt. Well, I figured I was in trouble anyway, so I might as well make the most out of my short-lived freedom. The rabbit got away, but I still had fun roaming my neighborhood. Eventually Mother tracked me down and pulled me home by the scruff of my neck (not a good sign). I was in time out for the rest of the evening. She shut the door to the computer room where she was and left me to sit outside the door. I like to be where the action is, so it was killing me not to know what Mother was doing. Eventually it was time for bed. I figured this would be a good opportunity to say I was sorry, so I gave Mother a few Izzy Kissys before she turned out the light. No luck - she was still mad. But, by the morning she had calmed down enough to scratch me behind the ears. I now have a new leash, but alas, it is not retractable, and it is quite strong. Bummer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Inhumanity!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/220271</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 05:50:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am still shocked, shocked (!!) by what happened to me on Saturday... Mother had to get something o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am still shocked, shocked (!!) by what happened to me on Saturday... Mother had to get something out of the garage so she opened the door in the living room that leads to the garage. Sweet! I followed her, anxious to scope out the garage for any new scents and things to play with. Well, apparently, Mother did not know I was behind her and SHUT THE DOOR, with me still in the garage!! Humph. I could hear all the excitement going on inside, without me... Hello? Does anyone care that Izzy is trapped in the garage? I could feel the air starting to disappear. I must conserve the oxygen. Relax. Breathe slowly. I started to feel light headed. I was trapped! Oh the horrors!! Help! I could bark, but that would use up precious oxygen. Oh woe is me! Gasp, gasp. The end is coming. I could hear mother ask if anyone had seen me... I'm in here - I whispered - cough, cough. Mother went out the front door, I could hear her holler my name. Ohhhh. Finally mother said she was going to go drive around looking for me. She opened the door to the garage  just as I was gasping my last breath of air... I was saved.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Secretly I'm Laughing on the Inside</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/217879</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Oct 2006 06:19:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, our carbon monoxide detector went off last night soon after mother came home. She swooshed us ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, our carbon monoxide detector went off last night soon after mother came home. She swooshed us out of the house so quickly that I didn't have a chance to tell her that the Underwear Bandit may have, uhhh, been by to visit while she was gone. Possibly. I dunno. I never really see it. Really. So, after all the hoopla with the firemen coming and checking out the house (turns out the gas stove is a bit defective - we've lived here for 3 months and this is only the 2nd time mother has cooked, what does that tell you about her skills in the kitchen, mmmhmm) we went back inside to get ready for bed. That's when mother saw various pairs of underwear scattered on the living room and bedroom floors. We're talking granny panties and everything! I can't really type the words that mother used, but if this was a cartoon, they would be represented like this: @*#!^!!!  I guess it's embarassing to have strangers see your under garments...? Who  knew? So, all is well now. No harm done, really.

BTW: If you don't have a carbon monoxide detector, please get one.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Underwear Bandit Strikes Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/212346</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 09:54:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother is a little miffed. Apparently she is missing some of her &quot;under things&quot;. She asked me if I k ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother is a little miffed. Apparently she is missing some of her "under things". She asked me if I knew what happened to them. Nope. Got noooo idea what could have possibly happened to the underwear that was left on the floor. No idea whatsoever. (Burp)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I scared the Begebers outta mother!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/211778</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 26 Sep 2006 06:04:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pongo is so easy to fool! I convinced him that it would be okay if we strolled the neighborhood last ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pongo is so easy to fool! I convinced him that it would be okay if we strolled the neighborhood last night on account of mother talking to a neighbor and not paying attention to us. Hey, I never said I was perfect, I will be the first to admit that I need CONSTANT SUPERVISION. Our adventures took us past many fellow canines, but unfortunately they were all with their human counterparts, so I could not use that oportunity to help spread my plan for world domination. Once it appeared as if we were the only canines without human supervision, I decided it was a lost cause and should head for home (and I was hungry too). As I was trying to formulate a plan to sneak back home without mother noticing we were gone, I saw my life flash before my eyes. Scary! I had stepped into the street, completely unaware of on coming traffic. Once I heard mother scream I knew the liklihood of her not noticing we were missing was slim. Once I had collected myself I ran home quickly and gave mother an Izzy Kissy hoping to distract her from my most recent transgression. No such luck. Busted. She collected Pongo, gave us dinner and sent us to bed. Humph. 
A wasted mission.

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have a headache</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/209628</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 05:44:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been on my absolute bestest behavior for the past 4 days, and yet still no Frosty Paw... Moth ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been on my absolute bestest behavior for the past 4 days, and yet still no Frosty Paw... Mother was not feeling well this weekend, so I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to earn "good girl" points and take care of her. I gave her lots of kisses, snuggled with her when she slept and didn't harrass her too much to go for walks.  I thought for sure this would work - especially the kisses. She's a sucker for a kiss on the nose. Nuthin'. Sunday morning I even let her SLEEP IN. During the week Mother wakes up waaaaaay too early to be of any consequence to me, but on the weekends, I prefer to start my day at 7:10, precisely. So, I typically start jumping on the bed and providing Izzy kissys around 7:00 to get mother to wake up. I like to have my breakfast no later than 7:30, she knows that. Knowing that she didn't feel well, Pongo and I let her sleep a little later on Sunday. I knew it was getting late when even Pongo started to get impatient. Finally we decided we needed food, and since Mother is the only one with thumbs (sigh) she has to feed us. We played a quick round of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" to see who would wake her up - turns out I lost, more Izzy kissys for mother. I thought fer shure I would get a Frosty Paw when mother rolled over and saw the clock, but alas, just plain kibble. If she doesn't crack soon and hand over a Paw,things could get ugly. It's not easy being nice all the time, it makes my head hurt.
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'llBeGood, I'llBeGood, I'llBeGood... I swear.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/205907</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Sep 2006 14:15:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can smell them, they are here. 
Mother did her weekly grocery shopping on Sunday and brought back ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can smell them, they are here. 
Mother did her weekly grocery shopping on Sunday and brought back Frosty Paws, I KNOW IT! Usually she will place whatever treats she purchased for us (milk bones, busy bones, etc.) on our special counter in the kitchen. After she had unpacked all of the groceries, I noticed there were no new additions to our counter of goodies. Hmmmm. I had been especially good this past week, and thought it odd not to be rewarded for not eating the mail man (I could if I wanted to, I'm small, but quick). That's when I sensed a change in The Force. You see, The Force is with me, always.  Frosty Paws bring goodness to the world. I could feel the shift in energy when mother entered with the grocery bags. They are here...
So, in order to sink my teeth into the frozen goodness that I have grown to love, I must be obedient. So far I am doing well. Kisses for mother and restraint on my part (don't eat the garbage, don't eat the mailman, don't eat food off the table, blah, blah, blah) are getting me closer and closer to my beloved Paws.
May the Force be with you!!!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need thumbs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/203282</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Sep 2006 05:27:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mother went away for the weekend with the man. Everytime she leaves she tells up we are either going ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mother went away for the weekend with the man. Everytime she leaves she tells up we are either going to Vegas or camp. I have been to Vegas, the place where she takes us is NOT Vegas, trust me. This time it was camp. Not so bad actually, the supervisors in charge of our care were pretty decent humans. Sadly, mother typed up a letter outlining things we were and were not allowed to do. Drat!! Foiled again. 
My plans for domination are moving along slowly. If only I had thumbs things would be progressing at a much greater speed. With thumbs I could open doors (the trash locked away in the bathroom would be ALL MINE!!), open the fridge and help myself to a nice cold brewski, perhaps even grip a steering wheel and get outta Dodge every once in awhile. Hitchhiking would be possible as well. The possibilities are endless if only I had those magical opposable thumbs...

Bella]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day Two</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:31:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well well well. Mother certainly had an interesting Friday - buhaahaahaa! Allow me to tell the tale. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well well well. Mother certainly had an interesting Friday - buhaahaahaa! Allow me to tell the tale... Wednesday evening Mother carelessly left out a BRAND NEW ROLL OF TOILET PAPER! I knew she intended to put it in the guest bathroom, but I convinced Pongo that she put it out as a treat for us (it's not all that hard to convince him of anything).  So, in a matter of minutes the two of us had essentially finished the entire roll, cardboard roll and all. Yummy! We left a few scraps in order to leave our mark - Mother said it looked as if the paper had been through a shredder. Why, thank you.  So, Mother went about cleaning up the mess, muttering about how Day Two was gonna suck. Day Two, for those of you not in the know, is the second day after a canine eats something he/she shouldn't have (paper, plastic, trash, etc.). According to Mother, that is how long it takes for the trash to work its way through my system. She learned this after Pongo ate a doughnut that was wrapped in plastic wrap... 2 days later.. uhhhh, even I felt bad for Mother (and Pongo - uck!). So, Friday night  (Day Two) we had the BEST TIME! It also happened that Day Two coincided with pooper scooping day. Woo-hoo! I could not have planned that better if I had tried.  I also feel a little lighter on my paws now that I am all cleaned out... The battle was won, but the war continues.

Iz]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cleaning Day</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Aug 2006 06:49:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Every once in awhile Mother gets a bug up her bum and decides it's time to do a thorough cleaning of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every once in awhile Mother gets a bug up her bum and decides it's time to do a thorough cleaning of the house. Sadly this includes not only cleaning me, but also MY BED! While I despise bathtime as much as the next canine, it is the cleaning of my bed that irritates me more.  I try to communicate my displeasure with this process with mother as much as possible by raising a ruckus. One would think that a couple of nose dives and exuberant fluffing of the bed would indicate that I am pleased with the bed the way it is. It smells like canine, I am a canine. It's covered in fur, I am covered in fur. What's the big deal? It's just like having a third dog, isn't it?  Sadly all of my effort to keep my bed cover from the dreaded washing machine was for not. Try as I might, Mother eventually won the tug of war with the cover and threw it in the machine.  Sigh. Not only did mother have the nerve (the NERVE) to wash the bed cover, but once it was washed, she fluffed my bed cushion! Humans do NOT know how to properly fluff a bed!!! You can't use your hands to fluff, you must use your snout and paws. To say I was upset is an understatement. It was perfect the way it was, then it was defiled by human hands. Well, I refused to sleep in my bed that night. It was perfectly suitable for Pongo, he is not as delicate a flower as I. He can sleep in a hastily fluffed bed. I cannot. So, in order to exact my revenge, I slept with mother. Gotta get comfy, can't help it if I have to walk in 3 circles to the left, lay down, stand up, walk in 3 circles to the right. Scrunch up the sheets, and then plop down right next to mother. The best part was staring at her until she opened her eyes. I was staring RIGHT AT HER - sending my mind-melding signals straight to her brain, "do not wash Izzy's bed, do not wash Izzy's bed..." I think she got the point. If not, I certainly freaked her out by staring at her, 2 inches from her face.  The war continues...

Izzy
p.s. Greetings to all of my fantastic new pup pals/commrades in arms. I look forward to serving with all of you. FYI - Mother finds Frosty Paws at Tom Thumb/Safeway grocery stores in the frozen food section in the same section as the human ice cream.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I love me some Frosty Paws!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/195186</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Aug 2006 05:04:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh, heaven is close at hand! It is stored in the freezer. The heaven of which I speak is in the form ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh, heaven is close at hand! It is stored in the freezer. The heaven of which I speak is in the form of canine ice cream called Frosty Paws. I salivate just thinking about it. Since it has been unbearably hot lately (106 degrees), mother gave Pongo and me a treat of those little delicious frozen treats. WOW! My first experience with the  "Paws" was at the cookout last weekend. I was already quite satisfied after feasting on various bits of hamburger and even some of mother's soy burger (not bad, I must admit). The man tried to trick Pongo and me into the pool by dangling hamburger over the pool to see if we would jump in. Uhhhh, I love dead cow as much as the next canine, but my desire not to drown far outweighs my desire for a morsel of animal flesh.  Well, time for dessert and my first experience with doggie ice cream. Apparently we are supposed to lick it. Forget that!! After one lick, I was in happiness overdrive and put the whole thing in my mouth. Mother was afraid I would get "brain freeze" from eating it this way. Ha! Little does she know that since I am always thinking, plotting, scheming, my brain runs at a very efficient rate, thus generating enough heat to prevent this supposed brain freeze. 
Apparently I overindulged a bit too much last weekend. Mother has been quite stingy with the sustinence since. I agree, that in order to stay in tip top shape, I must sacrifice. But, I will happily forgo any and all kibble in order to eat another Frosty Paw.
Long live the Paw!!

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You're Sticking that Where?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/190168</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Aug 2006 07:31:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My plans for world domination are temporarily on hold. In order to ensure I am in supreme physical c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My plans for world domination are temporarily on hold. In order to ensure I am in supreme physical condition, I made my annual visit to the medic. I put on a brave face when numerous items were placed in a not so delicate place. Mother tried to calm me by scratching my hind quarters and above my tail (I looooove that, but must remain indifferent so as not to show weakness). I put up a brave front, and eventually the traitors stopped poking and proding me. I have been immunized against a wide variety of ailments (malaria, black plague, typhoid fever, etc) and was expecting a good report. Sadly, the medic informed mother and myself that I have gained weight and should shed a few pounds. I was aghast!!! I am a flawless example of canine perfection! That being said, it would not be in the best interest of the revolution for me to start the uprising until I am in peak physical performance. I will double my efforts to regain my sleek physique. It is best for the revolution. Perhaps I can convince Pongo to let me bench press him...

Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stupid human tricks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/187642</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Aug 2006 09:02:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Izzy ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My plans for total world domination have been considerably slowed down in recent months. Mother had  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My plans for total world domination have been considerably slowed down in recent months. Mother had decided that our previous home base was not suitable for such a pretty canine as myself... and relocated our home base to a much nicer neighborhood. Althought the new digs are quite nice and spacious, I was unaware of the impending move and did not have sufficient time to store my blueprints and other outlines for my take-over. Alas, I will have to essentially start from scratch. Fortunately there is a shed in the back side yard that will serve quite nicely for my bunker/office. I will simply have to burrow a small tunnel in the floor boards in order to make adequate space for my top secret office. 
As suspected, Pongo continues to be the perfect scape goat for all of my mishaps. With a face as cute as mine, mother would never suspect that any wrong doings were my fault. I must continue to keep an eye on that boy Pongo and make sure he doesn't start snooping around and ruin my plans.
I must sign off now and try to recruit more canines. The new neighborhood is full of possbile recruits - hopefully some will be up for the challenge...
Over and Out,
Izzy]]></content:encoded>
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