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<title>Lady's Tale</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Lady now an angel</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Lady now an angel &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 07:10:46 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>and also</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/338310</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 15:13:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ya pawmail the three doggies or send 'em a Rosette to let them know they 've been tagged!! hehehehhe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ya pawmail the three doggies or send 'em a Rosette to let them know they 've been tagged!! hehehehhe]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My BAD!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/338308</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 15:07:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It took another TAGGED game to make me write again! 

ok this time, ya tag three (3) doggies with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It took another TAGGED game to make me write again! 

ok this time, ya tag three (3) doggies with 7 things about yerself or sometin' like that or errr....

OK
1. I am engaged to DIGGER
2, I love DIGGER
3, I love my pawrents, and Phoebe.
4. I love Dogster
5, I love to hang out with Mom.
6. I love to go for the big walk in the woods.
7. On rare occasion, I will go on an unauthorized adventure ALONE!

I am going to tag...
Maybelle
Jo-Jo
and
Lassie]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TAGGED!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/313535</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 May 2007 06:46:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been remiss in writing my life story but meanwhile-I was tagged a bunch of times!!

Here ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been remiss in writing my life story but meanwhile-I was tagged a bunch of times!!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to post the rules of the game and 7 pawsome facts about themselves in their diary. Then once you are tagged, you choose 7 dogs to tag, listing their names in your diary. Don’t forget to bark your friends pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary for the rules -- or better yet, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been tagged!

seven things about me

I woof -a-lot!
I live for rides!
I live for food!
I live for bellys!
I look extremely intelligent!
Everybody loves me!
I love everyone!

I tagged
Bow-Wow
Pudge Alexander
Empress Mimi
Princess Zoe
Harley Robertson
Lucy
Daisey Mae]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm too Smart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/277554</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 17:08:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>May 2004
Mom and Dad discovered that when they said the word RIDE,  I would woof, and run to the do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ May 2004
Mom and Dad discovered that when they said the word RIDE,  I would woof, and run to the door expecting to go for a ride. When the door opened, I would run to the vehicle.  I love rides so much. First, my parents have to help me get up. Both the truck and the SUV are too high for me. Then I woooof. Then, they open the window for me. I stick my head out and let my ears float in the breeze.  I woof when there is a red light, and all the drivers look at me and smile. I woof when we stop. I really woof if they leave me to guard the vehicle (I get in the front seat).  I woof at everybody who walks by. I woof when my parents come back. Well, you get the picture. Sometomes, they would go for a ride, and not take me. To throw me off,they started spelling the word. R I D E. Then just the letter R. Then they spelled it backwards, Then, just the E. Then they stopped trying. They began to used use looks and their hands. I still knew what that meant. I’m such a smart cookie…cookie?..sounds good. I want one now. I sit, paw, other paw, woooof! Squeak pink ball. Put head against Mom’s knee. That gets her almost every time. Finally, a treat. Yum!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I save my new family</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/270259</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 05:50:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>March 2004

One night, this noise bothered me. It was a high pitched, beeping sound. Then it would ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ March 2004

One night, this noise bothered me. It was a high pitched, beeping sound. Then it would stop. Then it would beep again. And stop. The noise was in the basement. I ran up to the second floor to see if the noise woke Mom and Dad. They were sleeping. I shook my collar to jingle my tags and wake them up. Once, twice, then, three times I shake.  No response. So I whimpered just a little, then a little more. Then, a full woof. I hear What’s wrong Lady.  Maybe she needs to go out Dad said. But when he went downstairs, he could hear that horrible beeping. He ran down to the basement which was full of smoke! He shut the furnace off, and opened all the doors. He told Mom, and she started to cry and hugged and hugged and hugged me. Hey I thought. What’s the big deal. They saved me: I just saved them back.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Belly Rub Song   (somewhat to the tune of the Oscar Meyer song)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/266777</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Feb 2007 17:17:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Feb. 2004
 
The Belly Rib Song written by my Mommy

My Lady has a belly.
She likes to get a rub ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Feb. 2004
 
The Belly Rib Song written by my Mommy

My Lady has a belly.
She likes to get a rub.
I do it cuz she’s sweet and soft.
I do it out of love.
My Lady has a belly. 
It’s as big as it can be.
I love my Lady,
And my Lady loves me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My New Name</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/263424</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 05:27:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Jan.. 2004

This is how I got to be the Princess Lady Woof-a-Lot Putzie-Wutzie Fatsy-Whatzie Bratz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jan.. 2004

This is how I got to be the Princess Lady Woof-a-Lot Putzie-Wutzie Fatsy-Whatzie Bratzie Johnson. First of all, I really fell hard for my new parents. They loved me instantly, and bought me all kinds of stuff like collars and leashes, doggie beds, and even a Bark-o-Meter which is supposed interpret my woofing. Oddly enough, that Bark-o thing wasn’t always wrong.  Mom and Dad immediately started calling me Princess Lady. Of course, I had to respond by  being as best a Princess as I could. I became more confident and expressed my joy by being very vocal. They added Woof-a-Lot to my name. Princess Lady Woof-a-lot. Unfortunately, they also started calling me Putzie. Even Auntie Roxie called me that. Then, Mom and Dad sweetly called me Putzie-Wutzie.  Princess Lady Woof-lot Putzie-Wutzie. They developed this wonderful habit of giving me treats, trying to spark my appetite (ha ha) because I refused to eat when I first came. I gained 20 pounds, and had Fatzie-Whatzie added to my name, and have struggling to lose the extra weight. I mean, seriously now, I was in the habit of getting lots of treats, and it was very hard to nibble those delectable treats less. Impending knee surgery forced me to really diet, so I now am down to a svelte 76 pounds, but have 6 more to go to get back to my adoption weight. I admit I am spoiled, hence the Bratzie. My people tell me I deserve to be spoiled, and I agree! When strangers ask my name, Mom responds with the entire Princess name. Their eyes roll and then they laugh. I am Princess Lady Woof-a-lot Putzie-Wutzie Fatsy-Whatzie Bratzie Johnson. And proud of it. Woof woooof woooooof!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I worry my Parents and go on an Adventure</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/262122</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Jan 2007 05:17:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Jan. 2004

Dad takes me in the backyard where there are woods. It is very hilly. I run like the wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Jan. 2004

Dad takes me in the backyard where there are woods. It is very hilly. I run like the wind going down, but I like to leisurely stroll back up. At first, I stayed right by my new Dad. I respond to his every word perfectly. Secretly, I make plans to explore on my own. I get my chance when Dad starts talking to our neighbor, who already loves me. I slowly meander around, looking back every so often. When Dad and Uncle Rob are busy talking, I silently walk off, and run into the woods. OOOOO What fun! Smells of foxes, raccoons, deer, squirrels and other dogs and humans permeate my nose. This is the best!  Woof woof WOOOF I say.  I forget myself and follow an interesting scent. Oi. Where am I?  I hear Lady… Lady... in the background. I follow the sound, and get back to familiar territory. I make a detour, and I am in the backyard of Uncle Rob. Their back door is open so I go in their house. I smell cat. I quickly find the cat’s food dish and take a taste. Not bad. Suddenly. I hear LADY! It’s Auntie Roxie laughing. She picks up the telephone, and I hear, looking for Lady? I get hugs and kisses and a tasty treat. Mom comes over, hugs me, and gently scolds me. I look as innocent and cute as I can, and we go home. I want another treat, but Mom doesn’t give me one. So, I take my pink ball, and make it squeak... No reaction, so I take the ball to Mom, and then squeak it again. Oh Lady, she says, hugs me, and gives me a treat. Ah Ha!  I can’t wait to go on another adventure.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I learn a trick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/259281</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 13:32:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Nov. 2003

My Mom wanted me to do tricks to show off.  I already knew some stuff, but I assumed th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nov. 2003

My Mom wanted me to do tricks to show off.  I already knew some stuff, but I assumed the “Colonel Klink” (from an old TV show called Hogan’s Heroes) attitude. I KNOW NOTHING!  This way I got extra treats. I am quite clever when it getting treats you know. Anyway, she wanted me to sit, high five, and then high five the other paw. I pretended I didn’t know how to do that, and willingly let her “teach” me. She would say Lady, Sit. I knew that meant treats, so I sat. I was anxious for the treat, so I gave a high five, and then the other high five without the command. Treat! Then, I got my pink ball, and made it squeak. My Mom laughed and kissed me, and another treat! Next time I wanted a treat, I sat down and gave high fives without the command. I guess I went over the top when I squeaked my pink ball. Unfortunately, Mom caught on to my scam. Not even my sad and lonely face could get a treat. OOOO what’s that. Dad’s home! I kissed and kissed and kissed him, and sure enuf, he sneaks me a treat. I am serious about my treats, and as I said before, I am quite clever about them.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Forever Home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/257196</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 17:25:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Nov. 2003
I have never gotten so many hugs, kisses, treats and belly rubs as in my new home.  Every ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Nov. 2003
I have never gotten so many hugs, kisses, treats and belly rubs as in my new home.  Every time my new Mom goes by me, she talks to me or gives me a kiss.  I'm SO loving it here.  Mom doesn't leave me alone very much as she only works two days a week.  When that happens, Dad comes home lunch time to take me out, and give me kisses and treats.  Sometimes I go in another room when Mom is home, but I know she is there, and that comforts me. Every time I find a spot to sleep, the next time I find a nice cushion. Now I have seven dog beds.   I prefer the loveseat, and the bottom of the stairs at night so I could guard my parents.  When Dad leaves, I go upstairs and protect Mom. What a difference from sleeping on that garage floor.  My belly, which was black from the cement, has now turned a lovely soft pink.  My ears are clean, and my toe nails are clipped.  Mom brushes me as much as she can, but I shed all over the place anyway.  She is constantly running the vacuum in disbelief at all my hair.  I do not like that vacuum.  I run away from it. Mom tells me she won't hurt me, but I find safe places to be in when she cleans.  I especially like getting behind a pink chair in the corner.  When she finishes, Mom hugs me, and I come out to be by her side wherever she happens to be, hopefully in the kitchen.  I sure am a lucky dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I get Spayed</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/255235</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Jan 2007 12:07:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>October 15, 2003
So, here I was 9 years old, had some litters, and my adoption stated I needed to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ October 15, 2003
So, here I was 9 years old, had some litters, and my adoption stated I needed to be spayed. Oh boy I thought. What’s that? Well, I tell ya. I knew something was off when not even a week later; Dad didn’t feed me when he got up. I was confused, but went back to sleep by Mom anyway. She got up early as well, and cheerily sang around the house, I heard the word RIDE, and Dr. Happy and started to get excited. Yep. Woof woof wooof. We start driving, but the air started to smell less fresh, and soon we are back in the big city, and oh no, I started to whimper. I recognized That Place. Oh Boy.  Didn’t know what this meant. They were returning me? After all my new beds, treats, hugs and kisses? There was a human from That Place who used to kiss me a lot. I went to see her, and before I knew it, she swiftly herded me behind some closed doors that didn’t smell like a good time, and oh no, oh nooooo. They put me in one of those rooms, and they did something to me. Suddenly, a nap sure seemed like a good idea. I vaguely smelt a cloth that smelled of Dad, and it comforted me. When I woke up, I was sore. And upset. And confused. Why was I here? How come I could still smell Dad on the cloth?  I tucked the cloth under my paws. I refused to eat. I didn’t feel so good. I slept. Then, my nose detected something good. My head shot up. I started woofing. They came, put me on a leash, and walked me to a door There was MOM and DAD! I woofed and woofed. I was so happy. They came back for me. We drive slowly on the way home. Dad took me on a tiny walk, and then we went inside and they kissed and hugged me, and tucked me in a delicious cushion and let me sleep. That night, I was feeling better, but Dad picked me up, and carried me upstairs so I could sleep by them. I was in heaven. My belly now hangs down, but Mom tells me it is a badge of honor.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The First Days at my New Home</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/252294</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Jan 2007 06:52:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>October 2003
My new Mom stayed home with me for the first three days. I woofed like crazy every tim ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ October 2003
My new Mom stayed home with me for the first three days. I woofed like crazy every time she went outside without me. I soon learned she would be back, but that didn’t stop me from woofing. I so love to woof. She tried to put me in my “bed”, and then go out in the CAR without me. I really protested. I whimpered. I cried. I, of course, woofed. This was before I crate trained them.  Then, on the 4th day, Dad got up, fed me, took me out, kissed me, and most importantly, gave me treats when he left for work, just like always.  Mom got up, talked to me, put on the radio, kissed me, gave me treats, and she left for work. I knew that word, work. It means  Home Alone!  Time to explore, run around, and decide which furniture I would make mine. Ooo what’s this in the hall, a treat! Fortified, I go upstairs, and try the beds. I really want their bed, but it is too high for me. I can get up on the other beds, but what fun is sleeping alone? Well, I could try them. Hmmm, a little snooze wouldn’t hurt. Not bad.  I’ll check out those two chairs. A tad small for true comfort. And they twirl and rock which I don’t like. Think I’ll go downstairs. More chairs, couches, and a love seat to try out. What’s this? Another treat left in a corner. YUM. Maybe I should floor surf for treats. Hmmmm. This is hard work. Better take a nap. The chairs don’t do it for me. Too small.  I like the loveseat. It is a perfect size and it smells so good. Mom must sit here. Another nap wouldn’t hurt. Ooooo noise. I hear the garage door opens. I get off the loveseat, and demurely wait in a perfect down position. I put my head on my paws and raised my eyes, and look sad and lonely. This ought to get me lots of love, belly rubs, and treats!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Crate train my New Parents</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/250150</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 04:50:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>October 2003
The lady took me out of that place and then put me in her car. I was thrilled because  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ October 2003
The lady took me out of that place and then put me in her car. I was thrilled because I love rides. I woof woof woofed out the window the whole time.  I was nervous, scared, excited and happy all at the same time. The Lady kept talking to me so sweetly. We drove further and further from the city, and the air began to smell really good. Then, the car stopped and I checked out my new place. Lots of grass, trees, and there were woods in the back! I went into my new house. Bow WOW I thought. This is your forever home she said. Here is your new toy.  I didn’t want to tell her I was too old for toys, so I put it in the pink ball in my mouth and made it squeak. It made her happy. Here is your bed, and she showed me a crate. The man came home. He hugged me. He kissed me. And the two humans began hugging me together.  I liked it lots! I was too excited to eat, but accepted treats as that is one thing I can always eat. That night, they showed me to my bed. I looked at the crate, looked at them, but went in as I was on my best behavior. The next night, they threw in treats to get me in the crate. The third night, Daddy picked me up and put me in the crate. I furrowed my brow, looked sad as I could, and for a final touch I whimpered very softly. On the fourth night, they let me sleep in their room. I haven’t been back in the crate. It took me a while to train them, but they finally put that thing away. I have the run of the house. I’m gonna like it here.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In the Beginning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/437998/diary/Ladys_tale/245939</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 15:29:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Lady now an angel ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Circa 2003
I lived happily with my person for 8 years, when she fell ill and moved in with her daug ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Circa 2003
I lived happily with my person for 8 years, when she fell ill and moved in with her daughter and family.  I didn't mind as there was another dog and a cat for company.  Even though they had us sleeping in the garage, I wasn't upset, guess that's why the cat slept on my back. Then, my person got really ill, and nobody took care of me. I got fleas, a yeast infection in my ears, and my toenails were so long, they curled under. I still wasn't worried, even when the family took my cousin and me to that place. They told us it was temporary and would be back. I was devastated when they came back for Buddy, and left me.  I became worried, and very sad.

My name is Lady and I was 9 years old when this happened. I didn't like that place.  All kinds of barking, crying, confused dogs were there.  The people were nice, and I got as much love as they could give me, but I was still locked in a cage with other unhappy dogs. I would  just hide in the blankets until I heard my name called.  Sometimes there were walks, and there was always the hope of a forever home.  Family after family looked at me and took me on an acquaintance walk. They liked me. Well, why not!  I am a sweet, pretty dog, and very well trained, but I guess my age scared them away.  Then, two female people came in.  I heard Lady...Lady, and I quietly came up to the door. Ooooo, what a pretty dog. What a good dog I heard. One of the women pet me, but the other one stood back. Boy was I surprised when the shy one came back with a man, and they took me for a walk. I was even more surprised when she came back the next day to take me to my forever home.]]></content:encoded>
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