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<title>That's MR. Momma's Boy to you!</title>
<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you</link>
<description>Dogster diary for the dog Chipper</description>
<language>en</language>
<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Chipper &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 23:52:02 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Guardian Angel</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/809251</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 19 Dec 2012 16:27:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Chipper's mom here.   Chipper made his journey to heaven today.  My guard dog is now my guardian ang ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Chipper's mom here.   Chipper made his journey to heaven today.  My guard dog is now my guardian angel.   I love you, Chipper with all my heart.  Rest in peace, buddy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Far too long!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/800438</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Oct 2012 13:46:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups!  OMD! I haven't given an update since May!  And do you wanna know why?  Well, of course, i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups!  OMD! I haven't given an update since May!  And do you wanna know why?  Well, of course, it's all mom's fault.  Back in early June, she flitted off to a cruise to Bermuda with dad, nana, papa and my aunt and uncles while I got banished to the kennel!   But that's not the kicker.  The kicker is that three days before they left for Drinkfest At Sea 2012, mom found out she was PREGNANT!  

That's right, I'm going to be a big brother to a little BROTHER!  

Things have been OK around here, but things are changing.  This little stinker isn't supposed to arrive until February and he's already rocking my world.   Mom says things like "No more night time sleeps in the bed, Chip." and "You are going to have to learn to share Mommy, Chip" and "Start listening to daddy too, Chip.".  But I don't listen.  I'm just going to keep doing my thing, BOL!    

Mom is getting stricter about certain things.  I can't bark as much as I used to.  I have things to say and I like to say them LOUD!  But mom keeps saying "Shhhh, Chippy.  You will wake the baby!".  Humph.

Mom makes me eat my dinner in one certain spot now and I can only have chews in certain spots too.   BORING!  

Mom keeps hanging out in the office and won't allow me in there.   She makes me wait at the door.  She's been doing an awful lot in there lately.  She says that will be the baby's room and I need to stay OUT.  humph.

There's a lot more gates going up in doorways around here.  Mom says I need to get used to being in one room while she's in the other.   Who is going to protect her if I can't be right by her side?!?  Oh, and FYI, *apparently* barking my fool head off at the gate does NOT make the gate open.  BOOOOOO!

We are doing a whole lot of other stuff to get ready for the baby, but I won't bore you with the details.   

As much as I think this baby is going to be a pain in my furry tush, I try to let mom know that I already love him.   You see, whenever I can get on belly-level with mom, I put my head down and rest my head on her belly.  I just stand there and sometimes I sigh.  I know there's a baby in there and he's my brother.  I'm going to love him and protect him with all I have.  Because that's the kind of dog I am.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OMD!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/779451</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 May 2012 11:46:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, it's been two months since my last update!  I was thinking about Dogster last night and realiz ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, it's been two months since my last update!  I was thinking about Dogster last night and realized that we have been neglecting my page and all my pals!  I think we can all agree that this neglect is the fault of Facebook and the conspiracy of our parents to become friends.

Anyways, the reason I was thinking of Dogster is this....last night, I had the best night!

It all started a lunch time.  Mom was making egg salad.  She only puts half of the yolks in her egg salad.  I poked her in the knee and said "HEY!  If you don't want them, I'll take them!" and she gave me TWO egg yolks!

Then, at dinner time, mom and dad shared their LOBSTER and STEAMERS with me!  THEN! Mom baked some chicken for her work lunches this weekend.  When she was done cutting it up, she gave me the plate with the chicken juice and the a whole lotta chicken pieces!

It was delicious.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/769155</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Mar 2012 10:22:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>1. Mom, it's my Gotcha Day and I'll BARK if I wanna!

2. Mom, it's my Gotcha Day and I'll FART if  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. Mom, it's my Gotcha Day and I'll BARK if I wanna!

2. Mom, it's my Gotcha Day and I'll FART if I wanna!

3. I have officially survived SIX years with these crazy people who *claim* that they are in charge.  It's still a battle of control, six years later, BOL!

4.  I want roasted chicken and sweet taters for dinner tonight.

5. Thanks to all my pals for the well wishes and rosettes!  I love them all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>VD Cards</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/762197</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:42:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello pups!  It's about that time!  Life is getting back to normal after the big wedding and mom is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello pups!  It's about that time!  Life is getting back to normal after the big wedding and mom is starting to sort things out.  We have Valentine's day cards with my furry face on them and they are ready to go!  Who wants one?!?!

So far, I the following pups on my list:

Shayne & Rio
Wesley
Coco Rose & Puff
Flicka & Lucas
Izzy, Bacon & Beanie
Zaidie
Rajah & Nali
Diablo Davis
Rusty, Bella & Pepper
Roxy, Kodi & Max
Brady & Maggie
Jia, Dylan and Tiberius
Riley & Caileigh
Nelly
Bodhi & Pack
Ella
Ebony & Ceeley
Izzy & Maxwell
Echo
Marlo & Becky

If you are not on this list, let me know and send me your address!  I have addresses for everyone on my list above.

p.s. You will have to excuse the RUDENESS of my mom.  She put wedding pictures on my card!!!! I'm not even in them and they are on MY card!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Update (Finally!)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/758103</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Jan 2012 15:08:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi pups!  Well, mom and dad got married.  On New Year's eve they became Mr. &amp; Mrs. Mom and Dad.   I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi pups!  Well, mom and dad got married.  On New Year's eve they became Mr. & Mrs. Mom and Dad.   I did not partake in the festivities. I opted to stay in a doggy hotel.  As it turns out, though, I didn't really like it.  There were a lot of dogs there and they all liked to bark and play and be rowdy.  I just chilled in my little room and told the staff to go away when they offered to take me for walks.  I missed mom and just wanted to wait for her.  So that's what I did.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  

Don't worry pups, there was a special hatch door that led outside for potty breaks.  I just let myself out when I had to go.

Anyways, after what seemed like ten or twelve days, mom finally came to get me.  When they told her that I was having a bit of a tough time, she asked if she could go get me from my room herself. They let her and she knew right away why I was shut down.  Lots and lots of dogs were there and they were barking like mad!  I like peace and quiet and I couldn't go head chomp the noisy pups.  Sads.

I was chilling in my run with my back to the people.  That's when I heard mom's voice.  She said "Chippy...guess who it is..."

I perked up.

I started to whine a little.  

The kennel lady got my leash. I pawed the door.  

She got my collar.  I headbutted the door, whining like crazy.

She opened the door and I JUMPED into mom's legs!  She hugged me and kissed me and leashed me up.  I high-tailed it right to the front door!  We went to the car and I nuzzled and snuggled and kissed mom the whole way home!

I haven't left her side yet and I have been home since Sunday, BOL!  It's good to be home!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not fair.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/753943</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Dec 2011 08:59:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There's a raccoon in my Santa Paws stocking.  He's peeking out the top and he's wearing a Santa Paws ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's a raccoon in my Santa Paws stocking.  He's peeking out the top and he's wearing a Santa Paws hat.  He showed up yesterday when dad got home from Christmas shopping.  My stocking is hanging up on the wall way up high and I can't reach it.  I can see it.  But I can't reach it.

The raccoon is taunting me.

I can't get him.

Not fair.  Not fair at all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/753121</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Dec 2011 06:12:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi pups, 

Tis' the season to be jolly!  I am getting a LOT of Christmas cards in the mail!   Than ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi pups, 

Tis' the season to be jolly!  I am getting a LOT of Christmas cards in the mail!   Thank you Ella, Coco Rose and Puffy, Lucas and Flicka, Dylan, Tiberius and Jia!

Unfortunately, for mom and dad, tis' the season to be wedded!  Mom and dad are planning a wedding for New Year's eve, so they are super busy.  Also, we have like 8 birthdays between now and January 6!  OMD!  It's craziness around here! 

Mom has decided that we are not sending out Christmas cards this year.  At least not *before* Christmas.  We will likely send out something to our pals in January or maybe for Valentine's day.  We haven't decided yet.

Anywho, we just wanted to make sure that all of our pals know that we LOVE all of your cards and we will be sending out a little something soon, but not real soon, BOL! 

I hope you all have a very merry Christmas (or whatever holiday you celebrate) and a happy new year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Training Humans</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/752509</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Dec 2011 06:30:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night mom set up a bed on floor so we could watch WWE Friday Night Smackdown together.  She put ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night mom set up a bed on floor so we could watch WWE Friday Night Smackdown together.  She put a big blankie on the floor and a pillow.  She laid down and I laid next to her.

Apparently, she  did not get the memo.  Isn't it a rule that if the humans are down on the floor, they MUST pat the dog until the dog says they are done?

I nudged.  And I nudged.  And I nudged.  

I stood up.  I put my snout under her arm.

I licked her face.

I pushed my cold nose into her eyeball.

Nothing.  A quick pat and she was done.

I wouldn't give up.  Nudge.  Snout palm.  Face lick. Nose eyeball.

She kept stopping after a quick pat.

Humans are so hard to train.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>LIAR!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/751742</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 28 Nov 2011 15:29:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>NO Mom!  

I did NOT run away from neighbor kitty today!  I was NOT scared!  Stop saying that I wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ NO Mom!  

I did NOT run away from neighbor kitty today!  I was NOT scared!  Stop saying that I was! 

Sure, he hissed at me and charged me.

Yes, I turned and went the other way.

NO!  I did NOT(!) scamper away with my tail tucked between my legs.

Yes, I did pause when we turned the corner, but it was NOT to compose myself.

Yes, I did check to see if neighbor kitty followed me, but it was NOT because he scared me.  I checked because I wanted to make sure he didn't run into the street.

You see, I am NOT afraid of neighbor kitty.  I just didn't want to lay the smack down on him while his brother was watching from a top the cow's barn across the street.

Yeah.  Yeah, that's it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What if....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/749932</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Nov 2011 07:20:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What if Ebony and I had a puppy?

Would the result be Sneaker? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What if <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019522" target=new>Ebony</a> and I had a puppy?

Would the result be <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/665091" target=new>Sneaker</a>?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a day!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/749348</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 05:00:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/749348</guid>
		<description>My buddy Monty is Dog of the day!!!!  If you are not friends with him and his sister Missy, go send  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My buddy <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1089110" target=new>Monty</a> is Dog of the day!!!!  If you are not friends with him and his sister Missy, go send them a PPR NOW!


And!  I am a daily diary pick!  WOOHOO!!!  Thanks Dogster!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Driving</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/748954</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 18:32:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was in the back seat of the truck cruising up 95 today.  Dad was driving.  I learned something.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was in the back seat of the truck cruising up 95 today.  Dad was driving.  I learned something.

If I stand up and look out the window, I can see the other cars.

IF I bark as loud as I can when we are side by side with another car, we ZOOM right past them!

It's a fun game.

You should try it.

Especially if you are on a one hour cruise up 95 with mom and dad after a delicious turkey dinner and all mom wants to do is nap, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Autumn</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/748776</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Nov 2011 17:14:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's hard to be a dog in New England in the fall.

There are so many leaves on the ground and EVER ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's hard to be a dog in New England in the fall.

There are so many leaves on the ground and EVERY SINGLE ONE needs to be peed on.

My work is never done.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SLEEPOVER!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/746249</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 16:55:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, I am WICKED excited!  Mom and dad have been trying to figure out what to do with me tomorrow n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I am WICKED excited!  Mom and dad have been trying to figure out what to do with me tomorrow night.  For those who are not mom's friend on Facebook, mom and dad are getting MARRIED!  On NEW YEAR'S EVE!   WOOHOO!!   So, they have been hustling about and doing stuff every weekend.  Tomorrow night is dad's bachelor party.  After the partay, dad and some of the dudes are coming to my house to "crash".

I do not like dudes in my house.

At all.

Mom and dad have been trying to think about what to do. Me and mom were going to go to Nana's house.  But Nana's going on a cruise and won't be home.  We were going to stay home and hope for the best.  Mom knew that wasn't going to fly.  Tipsy dudes in my house who don't show up until 1:00 AM?  Not OK.

So, mom came up with Plan C.  We are going to a hotel!!!!  One of the hotels right here in my town is brand new.  And, they allow dogs!  Mom called and asked about the AAA rate and it's completely doable!  So, we are packing our bags and me and mom are moving out!!  

We are bringing bon bons and bully sticks and cheesy movies and our blankies and we are having a sleepover at a hotel!  Just me and mom!!!!  

I am so excited.

It's going to be so fun!   I LOVE HOTELS!!!  This will be my fourth time in a hotel.  I'm so excited!  There is NOTHING better than a hotel KING bed!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Puffy Lion Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/744302</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 07:25:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So there I was, lying in bed with mom this morning.  I was humoring her with some cuddling and she w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So there I was, lying in bed with mom this morning.  I was humoring her with some cuddling and she was scratching my head and patting my back.  All of a sudden mom looks over at me and I gazed up at her lovingly.  And then the beeyotch says "Chippy!  You look 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://bartmangold.tripod.com/stripe2.jpg" target=new>Spike</a> from the Gremlins!"

*Allegedly* she had scratched my head into a Mohawk.  I did not find this funny and moved just slightly away so that the cuddling stopped, but she could still reach me for scratching.

I have done some research on the Google machine.  I do NOT look like a gremlin.  I DO however, look like a majestic lion.  The king of the jungle.  During my research, I have discovered proof.  For, Chow Chow, when translated into Chinese, literally means <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/Chow_Chow" target=new>Puffy Lion Dog</a>.  

Take that woman!  Now stop calling me a gremlin and bow to the KING of the jungle (dog)!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Could it be?!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/741370</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 05:25:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, now, maybe I am oversensitive, but I feel as though us Chow Chows are a bit under appreciated  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, now, maybe I am oversensitive, but I feel as though us Chow Chows are a bit under appreciated here on Dogster.  BUT, today, the Dog of the Day is a Chow (mix)!  Two days ago, the Dog of the Day was a Chow Chow (purebred)!  

Both were black.  Both had very few pals.  Neither had very many photos.  Neither had a diary.

Could it be that *I* could *possibly* be the next black Chow in the spotlight?!?!  Oh, how I wish!!!!  I would LOVE to be the poster boy for active Chow Chow Dogsters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Java and Monkey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/738797</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 12:44:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups....are you friends with Java (and Monkey) yet???  Go befriend them.  Now.  


Please. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups....are you friends with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/947116" target=new>Java (and Monkey)</a> yet???  Go befriend them.  Now.  


Please.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Giblets</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/738793</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 12:19:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom went grocery shopping today.  As the resident grocery bag inspector, I went right to work when s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom went grocery shopping today.  As the resident grocery bag inspector, I went right to work when she came home sticking my snout deep into each bag.  Guess what I found????   GUESS!!!!

OK, OK, I'll tell you....I found....

A WHOLE TRAY OF TURKEY GIBLETS!!!!

OMD!  Now, I'm no dummy.  I KNOW that mom and dad don't eat them.  Every time mom makes a turkey, she cooks the giblets just for me.  I KNOW that these are for me!  I just KNOW IT!  I asked mom "What the woof are these?!?"

Mom said was checking out the ground turkey and the turkey breasts and found a big tray of giblets (minus the necks) for 63 cents. That's less than one dollar!   The date on them was good, so mom popped them in her cart.  She's going to cook them up for me for snacks.  Mmmmm....turkey livers and hearts and gizzards!  DEELISH!!!!  

WOOOHOOO!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rude.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/737307</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Sep 2011 12:16:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom made beef stew today.  I was pretty excited, but mom says I can't have any because it has lots o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom made beef stew today.  I was pretty excited, but mom says I can't have any because it has lots of onions and garlic in it.

Mom made cupcakes today.  She made them in a special pan, so they are paw shaped.  Clearly, I can have some of them, right?  

Wrong.  They are chocolate.

Mom is rude.  

And mean.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rain, Rain, Go Away</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/737191</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Sep 2011 18:05:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/737191</guid>
		<description>It's supposed to rain for like 40 days and 40 nights this week.  Booo!!!!  

My paws were wet.  My ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's supposed to rain for like 40 days and 40 nights this week.  Booo!!!!  

My paws were wet.  My coat was muddy.  My mane was a fro.  We were not happy in the rain at camp.

So, we packed up and came home.  We are spending vacation at home this week.  We are gonna crock some beef stew and bake cookies!  WOOHOO!  I'm pretty excited, but I much prefer chilling and grilling at camp.  Especially when mom drops MEAT when she is grilling.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>VACATION!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/735888</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 06:07:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/735888</guid>
		<description>OMD!  Yesterday was mom's last day of work until SEPTEMBER 12!!!   She's on VACATION!   Dad is still ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  Yesterday was mom's last day of work until SEPTEMBER 12!!!   She's on VACATION!   Dad is still working until Friday and then he is OFF too until September 12.  We don't know what we are going to do yet, but we are going to have FUN!  I'm pretty sure that we are going to hunt squirrels, eat MEAT, take naps, go for walks and take lots of poops.  All my favorite things!  

Mom says we might even go to the beach tomorrow to chase sea gulls and go clamming!  OH!  My favorite!!!!

Before we have any fun, Mom is leaving me today to go to the groomer.  She's going to get her hair cut and visit with her Nana.  After that, we are off to have adventures!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Because *I* Am a GOOD Boy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/735158</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 15:58:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/735158</guid>
		<description>Pups, we are expecting a hurricane/tropical storm right here in good old New Hampshire.   Hurricane  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, we are expecting a hurricane/tropical storm right here in good old New Hampshire.   Hurricane Irene is coming up the east coast and is headed right for us!   We went to camp yesterday and brought everything in that could be brought in.  And we tied down what couldn't be brought in.

This morning, me and mom ran a whole bunch of errands.  We went to get gas, groceries, batteries, Dunkin Donuts and all the other essentials.  So, of course, we went to the pet store to stock up on kibbles!

Since I am a good boy, I went in with mom and got to pick out my kibbles.  Of course, I chose Taste of the Wild, as I do every time.  When I was sniffing away, some lady came up to mom to tell her how handsome I am.  And she said that she had a golden Chow and knows that I likely don't want to be patted.  She was right.  She and mom had a good laugh together.

We went up to the front to pay and there was a LONG line!   We waited and waited and waited.  I was the only pup in there but there were all kinds of pupless people stocking up on kibble.  Once we FINALLY paid, we went to go find our truck.  Mom parks WAY in the back since she is not so good at parking dad's huge brand new truck yet.  

As I was walking past all the cars in the lot, I noticed a whole lot of pups sitting in cars.  There was an Eskimo dog, a Heinz 57, two labs, a beagle and two other pups.  All IN their cars! They were barking at me and staring at me.  I just sauntered right by them with my tail held high and said "I get to go IN the store because *I* am a GOOD boy!"

They were SOOO jealous!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Discrimination</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/732240</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Aug 2011 09:09:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/732240</guid>
		<description>Pups! Mom is going to an airshow today to watch the Thunderbirds.  They packed a cooler full of picn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups! Mom is going to an airshow today to watch the Thunderbirds.  They packed a cooler full of picnic and our chairs and our canopy and we are ready to go. Then guess what happened? You will never guess.


Mom said "Chippy, go in your crate. You are not allowed to come with us."

What?!? Not allowed?!?

The airshow is outside, no? 

So, are squirrels invited? Yes. 

Are the wild turkeys invited? Yes. 

Do the deer get to see the show? Yes. 

Are the groundhogs banned? No.

This is discrimination at it's finest. I think I might sneak out and organize a protest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Conspiracy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/731441</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Aug 2011 13:24:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/731441</guid>
		<description>Pups, I went to the groomer today.  I know, I know, the groomer is not a good thing.  But you pups d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I went to the groomer today.  I know, I know, the groomer is not a good thing.  But you pups don't know my groomer.  He's great.  He's liberal with the cookies and not to invasive "down there".   He's the only one in the shop that can touch me because he just gets me.   I love him.

Anyways, it's been a while since I last saw my groomer.  I didn't think I needed to go because everyone at camp was all "Oh, how handsome!" or "What a good looking dog!" or "OH! He's so cute!" and whatnot when we were out on walks.

So, imagine my surprise when I overheard the following conversation:

Groomer:  I'm surprised you didn't want a full cut for him today.
Mom: Yeah, everything is a little out of control, but I think a neaten up would be fine.
Groomer:  With some conditioner and blow drying and a lot of brushing, we should be able to whip him into shape and get him looking good again.
Mom:  Yes, but please leave his mane and ear floofies.  When he's cut with short hair, he looks too cute and people and kids want to pat him.
Groomer:  Oh no!  We don't want that!  We don't want him too cute!  He would hate that!

And they both laughed!!!!

And yes, they were serious.  I did not get a full hair cut.  Just a trim and neaten.

Can you believe it?!?!  They are stifling my handsomosity!(Thanks for the word steal, Maxwell and Ella!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Family Time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/730453</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 14:29:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/730453</guid>
		<description>Pups!  We have been at camp for ELEVEN days!!!!  We left last week and we just got home today.  Ther ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups!  We have been at camp for ELEVEN days!!!!  We left last week and we just got home today.  There is no internet at camp, but mom had her phone.  Since Dogster is so slow these days, we were unable to check in.  If we missed any woofdays, gotcha days or any big news, we apologize.  Mom kept up with some pups on Facebook, but that's about it.

Anywho, back to my vacation.  We didn't do much all week.  We lounged hard core and walked around camp.  We went to Wagon Hill for a nice long walk.   We had camp fires, BBQ's and more!  It was fun and all, but I was with mom and dad for ELEVEN DAYS!  No breaks!   OMD!  I didn't get any 9 hour day naps or ANY alone time.   By Thursday, I was sick of them.  I started to give mom the old Chow 'tude. I admit it.  I flashed mom my teeth when she told me to go in my crate, BOL!  

One would think that would be enough to convince them to leave me alone, but no.  Mom said "This means Chipper needs MORE family time!"  So, we cuddled on the couch and watched movies, BOL!  I FINALLY got some alone time on Saturday when mom's uncle came up to visit. They were out on the boat all day, so I took a nap in my crate.  I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to take on the night!   Me and mom went for a walk and the whole camp was Halloweened up!  Costumes and decorations and CANDY!  Kids everywhere!  It was so exciting that I needed another nap, BOL!  

Now it's Sunday and I am back home.  I am sleeping on the couch and counting down the minutes until mom and dad go to work tomorrow.  I need my beauty sleep, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hammock</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/728787</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 15:44:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/728787</guid>
		<description>This weekend, I discovered the joy of the hammock.  It's been in my camp yard for two years now and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This weekend, I discovered the joy of the hammock.  It's been in my camp yard for two years now and I have resisted.  This weekend, me and mom lounged in the hammock and I LOVED it! Mom put a blanket down and we lounged HARD in the shade with the hot air and the breeze blowing off of our lake.  OMD.  It was perfection.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How do you spell RELIEF?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/727990</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jul 2011 19:02:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/727990</guid>
		<description>M.  O.  M.

Oh my dog, pups!  Mom left me alone for three days!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know dad was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ M.  O.  M.

Oh my dog, pups!  Mom left me alone for three days!  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know dad was here with me, but he's no MOM!  Anywho, mom dropped me off early Wednesday morning and went and picked up her Nana.  Mom and Nana went to our camp for a few days by themselves for some lady time.  BORING!  I stayed home with dad.  We chilled, we grilled, we drank beer and ate all kinds of good stuff.  But you know what I didn't do?   

POOP!  

That's right pups, for THREE DAYS I did not POOP!   Dad tried and tried.  He took me out a whole lot.  He stood in the yard with me.  He moseyed around the yard.  He walked me up and down the road.  He took me to see the neighbor horses for inspiration.  Nothing.  

Late last night, mom finally came home.   I was BEYOND excited!  I jumped, I woofed, I cried a little.  She gave me lots of pats and kisses and hugs, but I just wouldn't stop crying.  

Dad told mom the story of my back up and mom said "Quick!  Take him out now!" and dad said "Oh, yeah, now that you're home he's all relaxed!"  

Out the door we went and there was no stopping the old poop shoot!  Three poops in two minutes!  WOOHOO!!!!

I came back in the house, ran to mom and give her a big kiss.  Now THAT is how you spell RELIEF, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick, Wedding, Graduation and Father's Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/725908</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 05:37:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/725908</guid>
		<description>OMD!  What a weekend!   Friday was a sad day.  Mom woke up at 4:00 AM and checked her e-mail.  She k ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  What a weekend!   Friday was a sad day.  Mom woke up at 4:00 AM and checked her e-mail.  She kissed me on the forehead and said "Congrats Chippy.  You are a daily diary pick today!"   WOOHOO!!! I started to make all kinds of plans; long walks, naps, lots of treats...  but then mom got up and out of bed and started her work morning routine.  Can you believe it?!?  She went to work on my big day!  THEN, to make matters worse, she came home at 4:00PM and went right in the shower.  Mom and Dad put on their fancy clothes and left me home alone all night!  I spent my whole big day ALONE!  I was so sad.

Thank you all for sending me rosies and paw mails to celebrate!  My pals are the BEST!

Saturday, mom made us breakfast in bed.  We all had scrambled eggs and toast.  Deelish!!!! Me and dad hung out for the rest of the day and mom went to her cousin's graduation party.  She was gone for a long time, but then she came home and we watched a movie together.  

Yesterday, was father's day.  I woke dad up at 8:00 AM and gave him my card and his present.  I gave him a wicked cool little cooler for when he plays horseshoes up at camp.  He was looking kinda lame walking up there with his beers and water in his pockets, BOL!   Then, me and mom ran a bunch of errands in the big truck and we went and bought Papa a big HUGE picnic table!  Three guys helped mom load it into the truck.  I barked a one of them, but the other two were cool.  

Once we had the picnic table, we drove down to Nana's house and we had a Father's day cookout for Papa.  We had lots of chicken and steak and potato, pasta and cucumber salad.  It was delicious.

I hope everybody had a great weekend!  What did you do to celebrate Father's day?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dental Exam</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/725246</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jun 2011 15:54:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/725246</guid>
		<description>Pups!  Wish my vet some serious luck!  She's going to check out my chompers tomorrow, BOL!  And, she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups!  Wish my vet some serious luck!  She's going to check out my chompers tomorrow, BOL!  And, she *claims* that since I have been a good boy, she's not going to knock me out for the exam, BOL!  She's going to stick her fingers into the jaws of death! Hahaha!

Why?  Well, let's not focus on that.  Mom is a hypochondriac and thinks that I may have a broken canine tooth or something.  It's not looking very healthy and mom wants to see what's going on with it.  But that's not the point.  The point is that I am going to have some yummy vet fingers for dinner tomorrow night, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Memorial Day Weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/723829</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 May 2011 17:20:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/723829</guid>
		<description>Pups, I had an awesome weekend!  It was FIVE DAYS LONG!  We went up to camp on Friday and just got h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I had an awesome weekend!  It was FIVE DAYS LONG!  We went up to camp on Friday and just got home today, which is TUESDAY! WOOHOO!  Here is what I did this weekend:

-Walked, walked and walked some more.  There's not much I love more than flaunting my furry tushy as I strut past all the pups tied to their picnic tables on their sites.  They all woof hello when I pass by.  They are so jealous.

-Checked up on all my dog pals.  The big Bernese across the street is back.  The little yippety Schnauzer mix is still yipping.  The big Mastiff is (still!) sleeping in the sun.  The Shepherd is still pulling her owners all over the campground on "walks", BOL!  The big white pitty/bull dog is still the best behaved dog in the campground.  And, most importantly, the little brown Chow mix three doors down from me is back and she still gets all kinds of excited when I walk by!  

-I gave Cat Lady a funny look when I saw her take her kitty for a "walk".  No, she doesn't use a leash.  She holds the kitty on her shoulder and walks him around the block.  Weird.

-I visited with Nana, Papa and my aunt and uncles.   Papa gave me lots and lots of people food.

-I let my uncle sleep in MY bed, which he claims is HIS bunk bed.  I was so tired, I didn't really care that he was back in the bunk room.  I just passed out on Mom and Dad's bed and I didn't woof at all!

-I watched the sunset with mom and Nana all 4 nights and made sure to protect them by eating all the mosquitoes that dared come near the jaws of death.

-I CHOKED ON A CHICKEN!  I went on a walk with mom and we were checking out a camper that had a "FOR SALE" sign, because mom is nosey.  Anywho, we were snooping and I found a CHICKEN BREAST in the dirt next to the grill!  AND, it was WHOLE!  OMD!  OM NOM NOM!  I picked it up and tried to swallow, but it was too big!  It got stuck and that's when mom noticed me hacking and saw the chicken sticking out of all sides of my mouth and me trying to swallow, BOL!  Mom said "DROP IT"!  And I said...well, I'll censor what I said and we'll just say that I said "NO!".  Next thing I know, mom has my head back between her knees and her fingers on my top and bottom jaw and she kung fu gripped my jaws and stole my chicken!  She threw my chicken into the fire place so I couldn't get it.  B*&ch. 

-Most importantly, I was a very good boy and was nice to all of our visitors that came to camp this weekend and there were a LOT of them!  I didn't snap, lunge or show my grumpiness at ALL.  I did growl a little bit and I barked once or twice, but mom says that's OK since that's how I communicate.  Mom was very proud of me.

Whew!  After such a fun weekend, I am EXHAUSTED!  It's tough being a good boy.  Now, I must sleep.  I am so happy the peeps go back to work tomorrow.  I need a three day nap!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Soggy spring</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/722833</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 May 2011 17:21:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/722833</guid>
		<description>We went to camp yesterday for our first overnight of the season.  As soon as we got there, I went fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to camp yesterday for our first overnight of the season.  As soon as we got there, I went for a walk and claimed the neighborhood as mine. Yup, that's right...THREE poops in one walk!  Now the other pups know who owns this joint.

Anyways, we raked, we weeded, we swept.  We set up my crate with new fleecey blankets and cleaned the camper.  

OK.  Maybe mom and dad did all of that while I took a nap on the bottom bunk bed.  What can I say, I was tired and it was all wet out!  This weather stinks and makes me exhausted!  It's been raining for 40 days and 40 nights and everything is soggy.  I'm ready for it to stop raining.  Me and Mother Nature had a little talk.  You see, camp is ready now.  Next weekend is Memorial Day weekend.  That is one of my favorite weekends and I am ready for some BBQs!  So, it had better stop raining!  Or else!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ralphed!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/722224</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 May 2011 15:35:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/722224</guid>
		<description>Today I puked on the floor!  No urka gurkas.  No warning.  Just a cough and BLECH! RALPH!  Tossed my ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I puked on the floor!  No urka gurkas.  No warning.  Just a cough and BLECH! RALPH!  Tossed my cookies right there on the rug!

Just when I was about to put them back where they belong (in my belleh!), Mom yelled "LEAVE IT!" and swooped in with paper towels and the trash can.   She stole my snack!  She is so mean.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>POTP for Trusty</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/721731</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 11 May 2011 18:10:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/721731</guid>
		<description>Pups, my pal Trusty needs a whole bunch of POTP.  He is a member of the faboo Oliver Lewis's pack.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, my pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/84719" target=new>Trusty</a> needs a whole bunch of POTP.  He is a member of the faboo Oliver Lewis's pack.   The details are in OL's diary, but the long and short of it is that it could be the big C.  Can you all please send OL, Trusty and their family some warm thoughts and POTP?  Thanks!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Popsicles</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/721515</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 May 2011 18:27:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a new addiction.

Have you pups ever tried popsicles?  NOT Frosty Paws.  No.  These things  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a new addiction.

Have you pups ever tried popsicles?  NOT Frosty Paws.  No.  These things are fruit.  Frozen fruit on a stick.  Mom gets them and as soon as I see her pull one out of the freezer, I am ON IT!  I waddle over to mom and sit.  And stare.  Until she gives me a bite.  When she offers, I go for the kill.  I have been known to chomp a whole popsicle right off the stick.  Deelicious!!!!

You pups have to try them!  Just make sure your mom buys you the real fruit ones.  DEELISH!

Hey.  Wait.  Mom, did you type WADDLE up there?!?!  I do NOT waddle!  I saunter and I sashay but I do NOT WADDLE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ADOPT 2011</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/721284</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 May 2011 14:34:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ok pups, get your coffee or a nice beer or a snack...this one's a long one!   I let mom type it up f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ok pups, get your coffee or a nice beer or a snack...this one's a long one!   I let mom type it up for me since I got tired and needed to take a nap, BOL!  Some of this may seem familiar since we borrowed a lot of it from our ADOPT 2010 entry.  "The Story of Chipper" keeps getting longer and longer.  We're going to write a book someday, BOL!   OK....here goes...

ADOPT 2011; A Tale of a Dog Who Changed My Life

Adoption. What does it mean to me? To me, it means making a promise. Making a promise to a dog who is not just a dog. He is my dog and I promised him that I would never give up on him. 

Chipper came to us in March, 2006.  He was the most adorable little black Chow mix that I had ever seen.  He had a heart melting story.  He was found homeless on the streets of New Orleans shortly after Hurricane Katrina.  He spent four months in the shelter system, eventually ending up at the NHSPCA.   He was heartworm positive and needed some TLC.   I knew he was mine from the second I saw him in his kennel.   We had to wait two weeks to bring him home because he was scheduled for heartworm treatment and they needed to hold him for one week after treatment for observation.  Chipper came home with us on March 7, 2006, still very sore and grumpy from the heartworm treatment.
Chipper was distant, he was aloof, he didn't like to play and he was kinda grumpy. All of which we expected from our little Chow boy. This is the Chow by definition, after all. Chipper chose me as his one and only person, the "chosen one". I expected this. After all, it is what Chows do. So far, my little black dog was falling right in line with what all of my research told me to expect. What I didn't know was how hard I would fall for him. I fell in love with him on day one. I looked down at the little black dog sleeping beside my bed that very first night that he was home and I said to him "Chipper, I love you. You are home now and we are family." I had no idea what we were in for.....

We noticed pretty quickly that Chipper was a momma's boy. He connected with me immediately and we formed a quick, intense bond. I thought it was great and I couldn't get enough of my new furry friend. All was well until one night Chipper decided to chew on a raw hide bone at 11:00 PM. He brought the bone into our bedroom and began to gnaw it on the wooden floor. The bone was thumping on the floor and it was making us a bit crazy. Brad got out of bed, walked up behind Chipper, reached around him and pulled the bone out of his mouth. Chipper jumped up and bit him on the hand with one quick strike, backed away baring teeth and growling. He didn't break the skin, nor did he do any damage at all. But it was scary. 

I had no idea what to do. The next day, I called the SPCA for advice and they told me to bring him to obedience classes. I had already planned on doing that and quickened the pace of the search for good classes. I also threw all of the rawhide in the trash.

Things were going OK with the three of us. Chipper was bonding even deeper with me and he was getting a bit grumpier with Brad. He growled at him a bit here and there, but overall, they were doing OK. Chipper had started to growl at other people. He lunged at my uncle at a family get together. He was grumpy with other dogs, barking, growling and lunging on a regular basis.

One night, a few weeks later, we had ordered a pizza. I was lying on the floor in the living room with Chipper and I heard Brad talking to someone. I didn't think twice about it and all of a sudden, Chipper jumped up, ran through the house, pushed Brad out of the way, out the door and down the front steps and bit the pizza guy in the calf. Again, no damage, no broken skin, didn't even rip the pants. But this was too much. I immediately burst into tears. I didn't know what to do. I was up all night crying, thinking about all of the what ifs. I called in sick to work the next day. 

I called the SPCA for advice again. They again told me to bring him to obedience classes. I didn't see how those would help. I asked if they would take him back and adopt him to someone more capable than me. They said they would take him back, but that they could not adopt him back out. I burst into tears and hung up the phone.

I called my vet and they asked me to come in to talk about it. I told them everything and we did some checks for some medical-related stuff. They pointed out that Chipper was SERIOUSLY attached to me for a dog who had only been with me for ~1 month. They thought a lot of this had to do with guarding and recommended training classes or talking to a trainer. We also talked about "options". Rehoming Chipper was NOT an option. Essentially, I had two choices; I could euthanize Chipper or I could work with him and change his behavior.

I came home and talked to Brad about it. The decision was unanimous. We were NOT going to put Chipper to sleep over this. We had to work with him. We were signed up for training classes the next week.

The only problem was that those classes sucked. The trainer was terrible, her methods were archaic and I was too uncomfortable with the tools she provided to ever use them outside of class. Plus, she was afraid of Chipper and did not speak kindly of him. She dismissed a lot of his behavior on his breed and to tell the truth, I think she flat out did not like Chows in general. 

Additionally, Chipper kept getting sick. He contracted kennel cough and/or upper respiratory infections FOUR times while we were at class. In one of Chipper's many vet visits, we discovered that Chipper had a collapsing trachea. Our vet said to ditch the training tools the trainer recommended. We told the trainer and she told us we were crazy and that Chipper "needed a choke collar". We walked out and never went back.

We did the only thing we knew how to do. We took things one day at a time and we managed the HELL out of Chipper's life. Thank God he was crate trained because that crate saved his life.  Chipper was kept on a strict schedule and his whole life was regimented.  If we couldn’t manage a single minute of Chipper’s time, he was put in his crate.  We had no clue what we were doing, but somehow, it was kind of working.   

In August 2006, the SPCA called for a check up. I was honest and told them everything. The woman I was speaking with told me that the SPCA had a class for aggressive dogs and that the trainer was fantastic. I figured what could it hurt. We signed up and we started classes at the end of September/beginning of October. Our trainer pointed out 8 million things that we were doing wrong. Ouch. But he was right. He was oooohhh so right.
We were also doing some things right.  Our trainer liked our management and liked our schedule.  He asked us to step it up a notch and we fully instituted NILIF (Nothing In Life Is Free).  Chipper worked for every single privilege in his life.  He was hand fed for about eight months.  Every single kibble was earned through a sit, down, stand, touch or some form of training.  Chipper went on walks twice per day and learned how to pass other dogs out in public.   It was a hard lesson for him to learn that he did NOT own the neighborhood, but he got it with some persistence, training and a lot of redirection.

We went to class religiously. We graduated from "Ruff Dog" and moved on to "Clear Communication". Within four months of me crying on the phone to the SPCA, Chipper and Brad took the CGC and got 9 out of 10!!! Of course, they didn't pass, but I was elated! Chipper did so great! We celebrated by purchasing a 6 month supply of heartworm pills. We had been purchasing monthly preventatives one month at a time because we were never sure if Chipper would be here the next month.

We completely changed our lifestyle to fit the things that Chipper needed. He needed leadership. He needed rules. He needed to WORK. He needed consistency, a schedule, physical exercise and mental exercise. We went to training classes every single week for a year and a half. Chipper was improving and our collective hard work was paying off. Of course, it was not all smooth sailing. There were bumps along the way. For a long time it was three steps forward, two steps back. 

In July, 2007 our biggest set back occurred. Chipper bit my sister in the hand. He didn't hurt her or break the skin at all. There wasn't even a bruise. But it was still upsetting. I cried for two days. I remember e-mailing my trainer. I will never forget his response. He asked how bad the bite was and what prompted it. I told him that he didn't break skin, it was a single strike and release followed by growling. My sister was giving him treats and asked for his paw. He didn't know paw, so she grabbed his foot while he was chewing a treat. I told my trainer that this may be the end and that I didn't know what to do. My trainer's response: "Kathy, you are being ridiculous. He gave you 1000 warning signs and you missed them all. Stop thinking about it, give Chipper a big hug when you get home from work, forgive him, come to class this week and we will work through it." He was right. When I told the story, all the other dog owners were sympathetic and understanding. They also reminded me that Chipper did not "bite" my sister. He warned her. And it was completely preventable. There were so many factors, so many triggers and so many warning signs that I still can't believe I didn't see it happening a mile away.

We worked through that issue and we worked even harder to rebuild relationships between Chipper and my sister, her husband and my family. That one set back motivated us to work harder and to be more diligent with Chipper. The big take home message....listen to Chipper. He was giving us hundreds of signs that we were pushing him too hard. We should not have put him in a situation that he couldn't handle. It was our fault, not Chipper's.
We continued training classes for two more years after the incident with my sister.   Chipper was becoming more and more tolerant of strangers and other dogs.   The management of Chipper’s life began to ease as his tolerance increased.   Slowly we were progressing towards being  a normal family.   
We stopped attending formal training classes in the fall of 2009.   Chipper continuously battled with upper respiratory infections and it seemed like every other month we were at the vet for antibiotics.  We finally decided that the risk of Chipper contracting another URI was not worth the training.  We had the skills we needed and felt that we could find socialization time in other venues.   
We also came to the realization that we needed to realign our expectations of Chipper.  Chipper will never be more than a tolerant dog.  He’s not going to love strangers.  He’s not going to seek attention and affection from anyone other than those closest to him.  He’s not going to love other dogs.  He’s not even ever really going to like other dogs.  We needed to accept this.  So, we did.  We ask no more from Chipper than tolerance.  He doesn’t need to like other dogs or strangers.  He needs to tolerate them.  He can NOT lash out at them for just being there.   He CAN use his communication (growling, showing teeth, barking) if the stranger or other dog is making him uncomfortable.   But, he needs to be tolerant.   We are now OK with this and we are careful to ensure that Chipper is not put in situations where he may be pushed past his tolerance level.  

Now I sit here, five years after adopting a sad little black Chow Chow.   I am so happy that I never gave up on my little buddy. He is now a happy, pushy, loving, grumpy, protective, tolerant dog. He goes everywhere with me and functions in a society. We go to the pet store, we go to the park, we go on vacations, road trips and more. We have worked through so much together and we have never given up. We still have a lot of work to do and Chipper will forever be a work in progress. However, one thing is for sure. I no longer consider my "options". Chipper is here to stay. I cannot imagine my life without him.  
I thank God every day that this little black dog came into my life.  I thank Chipper for being my teacher and showing me what being a dog owner is all about.  I had no clue what I was doing when I brought Chipper home.   I needed to learn and I needed to learn quick.  Chipper has prepared me for all future dogs that may come into my life.   He has also taught me critical life skills, such as patience, determination and more.

This is what adoption means to me.  Partnering with a dog through the thick and thin.  Accepting the dog no matter their history or issues that they may bring.  Adoption to me means a new friend, a new teacher for life.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WOOHOO!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/721151</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 May 2011 05:48:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a daily diary pick today!!! WOOHOOO!!!  Thanks Dogster!

I guess that means that I should upda ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a daily diary pick today!!! WOOHOOO!!!  Thanks Dogster!

I guess that means that I should update my diary more.  Mom has to work today in a few minutes and doesn't have much time to update.  So, here's a quick update to tide all my fans over until the BIG update coming this weekend:

Good things:
-Spring has sprung and the flowers are blooming.  More targets to whiz on during walks.
-Mom has vowed to get more exercise so we are going to Wagon Hill for a good hilly walk at least once per week.
-CAMP IS OPEN!  We haven't gone up yet, but we will soon!

Not-so-good things:
-Spring has sprung and my allergies are going CRAZY!  I'm all coughy and my eyes are leaky.  BOOOOOO!
-Mom's getting that second dog tug again.  OMD.  Woman.  It's not going to happen.  Stop talking about it.  I won't allow it.


That's it for now pups!  Me and mom are furiously working on our entry for the ADOPT 2011 contest.  Our diary entry is going to be a doozy and we can't wait for all of our pups to read it.  Aren't you all excited to read "The Story of Chipper"?!?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fatty lump</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/720308</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 14:21:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/720308</guid>
		<description>Pups, mom found a lump on me.  Don't worry, I'm OK.  She found it earlier this week when she INSISTE ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, mom found a lump on me.  Don't worry, I'm OK.  She found it earlier this week when she INSISTED on rubbing my belly, much to my dismay.  Anywho, she found a marble shaped lump right on my sternum.  

Today, I went to the vet for some shots.  While I was up on the table, mom asked the vet to feel my lump.  At first they couldn't find it, BOL!  I was hiding it to make them WORK, BOL!

The vet finally found the lump and was a teensy bit concerned.  She asked mom if she could "take a sample".  Mom said OK and next thing I know, the vet shoved a needle into my lump and sucked out part of my lump.

She put it on a slide and told mom that it looked like a lot of fat.  She was going to test it and see if there was anything but fat on it.  She's going to call if she finds anything.  I'm sure it's nothing and the vet is confident it's nothing.

The important thing to note here is the moral of the story.  You see, I did not grumble, growl or anything when I got my two shots.  When the vet stole my fatty lump. I didn't grumble, growl, or even move.  I stood there and took it like a man.  You see I knew.  I just knew that the vet had EZCheeze for me and that she was going to give me some for being a good boy.  She gave me a Milk Bone with an EZCheese topping and THEN, she put a nice stream of EZCheese right on the exam table for me to lick. YUMMY!!!

The moral:  Good behavior during fatty lump testing = EZCheese to feed said fatty lump, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wake UP!  I'm scared and you should be TOO!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/720008</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 18:09:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night something tragic happened.  I was happily snoozing away after the big Easter dinner.  I w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night something tragic happened.  I was happily snoozing away after the big Easter dinner.  I was all snuggled up in mom and dad's bed when it happened.

beep-boop.

Five minutes later...

beep-boop.

OMD.  What was that noise?!?  Was it aliens?  Was it robbers?  Was it Armageddon?  WHAT WAS IT?!?!  

I couldn't take any chances.  I jumped up and ran and did the only thing I knew how to do.

I sat on Mom and Dad's heads.  Yes.  Both of them.  Somehow, at the same time.  Chow a$$ on dad's face and Chow Mane on mom's face.  I laid there and I panted.  And panted.  And panted.

Finally mom woke up.  She said "Chippy, what's wrong?  I'm tired.  Go to the foot of the bed and go to sleep.  It's 2:00 AM.  I'm sleepy."

Clearly, this was a sign for me to cuddle harder.  So, I got up and climbed onto mom.  Hug me.  Hug ME!!!  HUG ME!!  NOW!!!

Then...it happened again.  beep-boop.

OMD!  I admit it.  I whined a little.  I whimpered.  I was convinced the aliens were coming. I panted more and more. I whined and buried my head in the covers.

Mom tried to settle back in to sleep. I was too wound up.  beep-boop.

OMD!  I ran all around the bed and flopped down on mom again.

Mom didn't know what was wrong.  She was unaware of the alien invasion.

Mom thought I was hot.  She got out of bed and tried to put me on the floor. I scurried over to Dad and burrowed under the covers.  NO!  I'm not going woman!

Mom got back in bed.  The panting continued.   She thought maybe I needed water.  She got me a small cup of water and put it on the bed.  I took my paw and WHACKED it over on the bed!  NO!  Water will NOT kill aliens!  GET BACK IN BED!

beep-boop.

This time mom heard it too.  She rolled her eyes and said "Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Chippy, I'll fix this."  And she walked right out to the alien lair.  She brought her cell phone in and plugged it into the wall.  She kissed my forehead and said "Chippy, that noise is not aliens.  It's my cell phone telling me that the battery is low."

Clearly, she had either a.) been brainwashed by the aliens or b.)is under the trance of a talking cell phone.  I don't know which one it was, but I wasn't accepting it.  I pushed myself up against mom and made her cuddle me for the next hour and a half until the alarm went off for mom and dad to get up.

You know, one can never be too safe.  It was worth the panic.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aw YEAH!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/720001</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 17:36:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am a daily diary pick today!!!  WOOHOO!!!!  Thanks Dogster! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am a daily diary pick today!!!  WOOHOO!!!!  Thanks Dogster!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What.  The.  WOOF?!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/719643</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 18:12:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/719643</guid>
		<description>Pups, we need to organize a protest or a sit in or a walk out or something!  ANYTHING!!!  Get this.. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, we need to organize a protest or a sit in or a walk out or something!  ANYTHING!!!  Get this...this is an actual conversation between my *potentially FORMER* peeps!  I think I'm going to disown them!  Here's the conversation:

Mom:  Babe, look at the Easter baskets I made for everyone.

Dad:  Nice.  We'll all be on a sugar high.  Does Chippy get an Easter basket?

Mom:  No.  I checked his cabinet and it's overflowing with treats.  Besides, he needs to take it easy and only eat his kibbles.  If he gets any treats it should be the plain biscuits until his system settles back down from his allergic reaction.

Dad:  That sounds fair.  Sorry Chip.  No Easter basket for you!

WHAT?!?!?   This is ridiculous!  Can a pup EVER have TOO MANY treats?!?  My "system" is just fine.  It doesn't need time to recover!  Now make me an Easter Basket!  NOW!

If you won't, I will make my own.  I saw that big ol' ham that mom brought in today.  I'll grow some thumbs and figure out how to open the fridge and then it's MINE!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Intruder Alert, Puffiness, Eggs and Bunnies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/719569</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Apr 2011 06:13:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, boy has it been a week!   It all started on Monday when mom told me that WE would be hosting E ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, boy has it been a week!   It all started on Monday when mom told me that WE would be hosting Easter Sunday Dinner at our house!  OMD!  That means people in my house!  I guess it's OK since it will be Nana, Papa and my aunts and uncles.  Mom says to calm down about it, this is a good thing.  *Allegedly* mom will be doing all of the Easter cooking and I will get to sample everything!  OMD!  OK, now it's OK if people come over! I get to taste deviled eggs, Easter Ham, spinach dip, meatballs, stuffed shells and MORE!  WOOHOO!

My excitement was short-lived, however.  Me and mom went to visit Nana and Papa on Tuesday.   When we were at Nana's house, Papa gave mom an Easter Lily plant.  Turns out Nana was allergic to it and it needed to go.  Mom took it and put it in the car.  On the way home, Nana, mom and mom's Nana all went to get their paws done at the salon.  I waited in the car with the Easter Lily.  Then, mom and the fam went out to eat.  I waited in the car with the Easter Lily.   

Wednesday, Mom and Dad had to work.  They left me trapped at home with the Easter Lily.   

As it turns out, I am VERY allergic to Easter Lilies!   OMD!   Mom came home from work and I lost my cool.  I was whining and crying and needed my mom.  I jumped up on her and would not leave her alone.  I kept burying my face in her chest and in her belly and couldn't get close enough to her.   When I finally calmed down a bit, mom grabbed my face and looked at me.  My whole face was swollen!  My lips were puffy, my eyes were almost swollen shut and I was all kinds of itchy.  And, as stated earlier, I was a whining, crying mess.  

Thankfully, mom's facebook friends recommended giving me some Benadryl, so mom did.  Mom also threw the Easter Lily out the window and aired out our house.  It worked a bit, but I was still a hot mess all night long.  I went to the vet yesterday for a poking and the vet concurred that I had an allergic reaction.  The puffiness is gone now but I still have very watery eyes and I am tired, tired, tired.  I'm still on Benadryl, so maybe that's why I'm tired.   It's all good, as long as I am back to 100% by cooking day tomorrow!  I can't be under the weather for Easter dinner!  Not with Papa coming over to give me lots and lots of people food, BOL!

Today, Mom is home with me and we are going to go Easter shopping.  We are going to get lots of groceries and Easter paraphernalia.  I'm hoping to lure that bunny into my house with lots of colorful eggs, candy and baskets.  Then, I'm going to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533/diary/One_elluva_dog/719153" target=new>Ella</a> him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>CRAZY 24 hours!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/718143</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Apr 2011 16:07:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/718143</guid>
		<description>OMD pups!  I am exhausted!  I have had a whirlwind 24 hours and I am BEAT! 

It all started yester ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD pups!  I am exhausted!  I have had a whirlwind 24 hours and I am BEAT! 

It all started yesterday when I found out that mom and dad both had the day off on a FRIDAY!  I was so excited that I INSISTED that mom wake up at 6:45AM.  She was not pleased.  But it all worked out because she did the bills while I napped from 7am-10am.  Around 10:00, mom woke me and dad up and said "Listen, it's gorgeous out.  We are getting out of this house!"

So, we packed up the car and went to run some errands.  We went to BJs, the cell phone store, the grocery store and more.  Then, much to my surprise, we went to Wagon Hill Farm!  That is my favorite place on Earth!  We all went for a nice long walk in the woods and dipped our toes in the ocean.  Awesome!!!!

On the way home, I took a nap in the car while mom and dad went and got some dinner.  Dad said that he was in heaven because he got a nice big bowl of steamers!  YUM!

When we got home, I thought that it was bed time even though it was only 4:30.   Well, mom had another shocker in store for me.  She packed our bags and we kissed dad goodbye and we drove down to Nana and Papa's house for a sleepover!!! We visited and Papa gave me lots of human food.  We spent all day today visiting and having fun with Nana and Papa.   

We are FINALLY home and I am EXHAUSTED!  I'm eating my dinner now and munching on a bully stick.  I can't wait to hit the sack tonight!  Me, mom and dad are all going to pile into bed and watch "The Little Fockers" tonight.  I can't wait!  Mom and dad are going to have to turn the TV way up so they can hear Ben Stiller over my snoring, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wierdo</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/716382</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Mar 2011 05:28:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK pups, so this morning I was out in my back yard doing my thang when neighbor labby came bouncing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK pups, so this morning I was out in my back yard doing my thang when neighbor labby came bouncing on over.   We said our hellos like gentlemen, because I have trained him GOOD!  Then, I told him to go away, because I was busy patrolling the perimeter and that is a one dog job!  But, of course, he didn't listen.   

So, we patrolled together for a bit, but being still a bit of a puppy, he had no attention span.  He was all "Look Chippy!  A stick!"  and then "OH! Look!  ANOTHER stick" and "OMG!!!  It's a STICK!"  all the way around the yard.  I put my patrol on pause and decided to pay some attention to him, hoping he would go away.   He was so excited and started to bow to me.  Hey, I could get used to pups bowing down to me!  On your knees boy!   

Mom says that he was offering to play, but I don't think so.  I'm pretty sure he was bowing down to the royalty that I am.

Anywho, we were sniffing again and he was sniffing my head.  Next thing I know, he shoved his tongue right down into my furry ear!  I gave him a funny sideways look, but he wouldn't give up.  He did it again!  OMD!   

Great.  I'm pretty sure that we are legally married now.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coffee wars</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/716060</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 23 Mar 2011 16:38:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am mad at mom.  We are in a fight.

Let me explain...

Mom likes coffee.  OK, OK, that's an un ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am mad at mom.  We are in a fight.

Let me explain...

Mom likes coffee.  OK, OK, that's an understatement.  Mom LOVES coffee!  Whenever we go for a car ride, mom likes to get an iced coffee.  We used to always go to Dunkin Donuts.  I LOVE Dunkin Donuts!  When mom orders her coffee and we drive up to the window, I sit quietly in the back seat like a good boy and the lovely lady ALWAYS gives me a munchkin.

Well pups, they put in a Starbucks right up the street.  Mom LOVES Starbucks and *claims* the coffee is better.  However, they do NOT have MUNCHKINS!   So, what do I get when we go through the drive through?   NOTHING!  NADA!  ZILCH!  ZERO!  Pups, I am FORCED to bark at the drive through lady.  FORCED! 

I say we go back to Dunks.  Mom says no, we are sticking with Starbucks because the coffee is better.  I say, who cares about the coffee?!?   Let's get muchkins!  

Who's wrong here pups, me or mom?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A kitteh questions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/715760</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 04:14:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>OK pups, back me up here...

If you are preparing to go out for a quick potty break and you open y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK pups, back me up here...

If you are preparing to go out for a quick potty break and you open your front door and there is a KITTEH sitting on your front door step and he tries to get in YOUR house, isn't it OK to head chomp him?  Maybe just a little?

Mom says NO!


I say H#$L YES!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awesomeness!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/714724</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:34:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/714724</guid>
		<description>Pups, I have had the BEST weekend ever!

Mom and dad were home with me Friday, Saturday and Sunday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I have had the BEST weekend ever!

Mom and dad were home with me Friday, Saturday and Sunday!  WOOHOO!!!  Friday, mom and dad went shopping and bought me a new Truck!  A Chevy Silverado with my very own back seat.  My windows go down and I have a whole bench all to myself.  I LOVE IT!

Saturday, I went to the spa and got a bath, brush and haircut.  Then, me, mom and dad cuddled and watched movies all day.

Today, I found out that I am a DIARY PICK OF THE DAY!!!! And, I took my first ride in the new truck and I LOVE my seat!  Me and mom went to Nana and Papa's house and had a lovely brunch.

When we came home, mom finished cleaning the house.  Dad did most of the cleaning while we were gone, so we just had a little to do.  Now, we are napping and getting ready for bed.  It's been a great weekend pups!  Glad I have the week to relax, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Donut confetti</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/714486</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 17:25:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am a neat dog.  I don't like messes and I don't like to get messy.  I am also very serious.  I don ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am a neat dog.  I don't like messes and I don't like to get messy.  I am also very serious.  I don't really like to play.  Mom and dad have come to expect this.  That's why I feel the need to catch them off guard every now and then.

Because boys just wanna have fun.

So, last night, the peeps were getting ready for bed.  While mom was washing up, dad was outside enjoying his pre-bed cigarette.  That's when I struck.

I got a little crazy.  I went over to the recycle bin and rummaged.  I found me a nice bag which formerly held some nice chocolate covered donuts.  I took that bag and RIPPED it to SHREDS!  Paper shreds all over the kitchen!!!!  Under the table, in the recycle bin, under the rug, in my fur...EVERYWHERE!

I was standing in the kitchen watching the donut bag confetti come drifting down and mom walked in.  She looked at me and I was all out of breath with the paper all over the place.  I smiled my big "I'm so proud of me!" smile and mom laughed.  She said "GOOD BOY Chippy!"   and she picked up some shreds and threw them in the air making  MORE confetti!!!   WOOHOO!!!!

Me and mom BOLed and then we kissed the donut bag shreds goodbye and went to bed.  In bed, mom kissed my forehead and told me I was a good boy for having fun.  She said she wishes I would do things like that more often.  We'll see about that.  It was kind of fun....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/713922</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Mar 2011 18:30:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/713922</guid>
		<description>PUPS!  Tomorrow is my Gotcha Day!   FIVE years with these crazy people!  I'm not sure what we are go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ PUPS!  Tomorrow is my Gotcha Day!   FIVE years with these crazy people!  I'm not sure what we are going to do, but mom has the day off tomorrow and we are spending tomorrow TOGETHER! 

What should we do pups?  What should we do?!?

We were gonna go to the beach, but it sounds like it's going to be rainy.  Maybe we will do the beach on Tuesday.  But we need to form a plan for tomorrow.  Hmmm.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title></title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/713464</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Mar 2011 17:03:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went on a walk with mom today.  We went to Stratham Hill Park and trudged through the snow.  Mostl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went on a walk with mom today.  We went to Stratham Hill Park and trudged through the snow.  Mostly, the snow was nice and packed down, but a couple of times I fell in and the snow was up to my belly.  We got a good workout walking in that stuff!  I was definitely ready for a nap when we got home.

When we were first heading out on the trail, I smelled a wonderful smell.   I looked this way and that way.  I sniffed here and I sniffed there.  I could not find it.  That's when mom screamed "EWWWW!!!  YUCK!" And there, up on the snow bank was a big ol dead skunk.  YUMMY!

I tried to climb the bank to have a taste, but I was on leash and mom wouldn't let me get up there.  Isn't that so mean?!?   Someone had already been there because the skunk's tummy was missing and his ribs were all sticking out and there was no meat on them.  But the rest of him was still in tact and would have made a delicious snack.  Oh well.  Maybe we'll go back tomorrow and I can eat him then.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good News</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/711881</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 10:26:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, it looks like Smokey will be heading to stay in a foster home right here in NH! A wonderful Dogs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, it looks like Smokey will be heading to stay in a foster home right here in NH! A wonderful Dogster has offered to foster him in her kennel.  The only problem is that Smokey needs to be transported from Wisconsin to New Hampshire (and hopefully back again in a few months!).  They are still in the planning stages, but if anyone can help transport Smokey from Wisconsin to New England, please post <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/forums/Dogster_Railroad/thread/700742/1" target=new>Here</a>.   Me and mom (well...mostly mom, BOL) will help transport anywhere in New England.

Any pup willing to help?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We are very sad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/711868</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 08:42:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is very sad today.  She hardly ever goes in the forums anymore, but used to quite a bit.  That i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is very sad today.  She hardly ever goes in the forums anymore, but used to quite a bit.  That is where she met <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/579082" target=new>Buddy</a> a long time ago.  Buddy and his mom worked through a lot of the same behavior issues that me and my mom worked through.   We both had our ups and we both had our downs.  Our moms talked a lot on the forums and celebrated our successes and offered support in our times of need.

Mom was perusing the forms today and read this thread: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/forums/Behavior_and_Training/thread/700279" target=new>Had to give them up</a>.  Mom has been bawling her eyes out for the last two hours since she read this.  Buddy's family has come upon some hard times and they are now homeless.  They had to surrender Buddy and his brother Smokey to the shelter.  Buddy, unfortunately, did not pass his temperament test and was sent to heaven.  Smokey is still looking for a home.

Mom is so sad for Buddy's mom.  There really are no words that can explain the relationship between Buddy and his mom.  They were the best of friends and Buddy was his mom's life.  Buddy's mom depended on him for more than the normal human/dog relationship.  While Buddy was not a service dog by title, he was very in tune with his mom and helped her through some very difficult times.  If you look at his page, you will see a picture of them together and you can feel the love between them.

Mom is so very sad for Buddy's mom and has been crying all morning.  If you get a chance, can you please head over to Buddy's page and offer some words or encouragement and compassion?   Some prayers for Smokey would be good too.  I hope he finds a great home and lives a nice long happy life.  Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ribs and Rib Eye</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/710989</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 17:46:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/710989</guid>
		<description>Mom and dad abandoned me tonight.   They both had the day off from work.  Me and mom had a wonderful ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad abandoned me tonight.   They both had the day off from work.  Me and mom had a wonderful morning snuggling on the couch drinking coffee while dad slept in.  When he woke up, we had a bacon, egg and toast breakfast.  Then, naps on the couch.  Sounds perfect, right?

Well, after nap time mom and dad all of a sudden got up, took showers and LEFT ME!  

That's right pups, they left me home alone.  

Four days later (OK, maybe it was only four hours, but it seems like forever!)when they got home, I was sniffsniffsniffing mom to find out where they went.   Mom told me that they went to a magical place called BJs and bought the world's biggest package of toilet paper and a million bottles of water.  And she said that after shopping, they went to Texas Roadhouse.  Mom wasn't super duper hungry, so she ordered the 1/2 rack of ribs/rib eye steak combo.  Sounds like a lot of food, but what mom was planning on doing was eating a little bit of the ribs and bringing the rest home for me and her to share for lunch tomorrow!!!  OMD!  I sniffed the doggy bag and sure enough...RIBS AND RIB EYE!!!! 

Mom said that dad also saved me some of his meal and there is a "Chicken critter" in the box too!  I don't know what that is, but I hope I can chase him and then eat him!

OMD.  Is it lunch time yet?

How 'bout now?  Is it lunch now?

I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

Is it lunch now? 

OK, OK...now is it lunch?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OM NOM NOM!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/710573</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Feb 2011 05:29:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom saw a guy at work eating a deep red orange the other day.  Mom asked what it was and he said it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom saw a guy at work eating a deep red orange the other day.  Mom asked what it was and he said it was a kind of blood orange and gave mom the name.  He said that it tastes like raspberries.  Mom's not a huge fan of oranges, but figured she'd try one.  So, she went to the grocery store and bought two of what she *thought* were the fancy oranges.

Turns out, the ones mom bought were just plain oranges.

So, mom tried one the other day.  As soon as she started peeling, I was interested.  OMD.  It smelled so good.  I sat on the couch and stared at mom as she slobbered all over the orange slices with juice dripping down her arms and dripping out her lips.  I had to have some.   I admit it.  I whined a pitiful little "gimmesome!" whine.  Mom gave me a bite.

Holy smokes!  I bit down on the orange slice and juice filled my mouth.  I smiled and orange drool fell out of my mouth and onto the couch.  I chewed that orange with lip smacking enthusiasm.  OMD.  It was soooo delicious!  I wanted more, but there was none left.  I was so sad.

This morning, me and mom were having breakfast.  Mom finished her granola and yogurt and gave me the yogurt cup to clean.  When I was about half way through cleaning, I smelled it....ORANGE!   Mom had another one!

I left my yogurt on the floor and hippety hopped right up on to the couch. Me and mom shared the orange and each bit was DELICIOUS!!!   So juicy and orangey and scrumptious!

I kept nosing mom's arm for more.  Mom shared a bit, but then she said that we have to take it easy so I don't get a belly ache.   I said "OK, woman, I can accept that.  But do NOT eat the other half of that orange!   Save it for tomorrow and we will share!" 

She put the orange down and promised that we will eat the rest later.  I'd better not see her snacking on it without me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miss Watson</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/710501</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Feb 2011 17:44:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/710501</guid>
		<description>Pups!  Do you remember the dog of the week Miss Watson?   The pup who was in rough shape when her fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups!  Do you remember the dog of the week <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1161822" target=new>Miss Watson</a>?   The pup who was in rough shape when her foster mom found her?  She was pretty much starved and her foster mom saved her and nursed her back to health?  Do you remember???   

Well, GREAT news!!!  She has officially been adopted by her foster mom and now has an official forever home where she is loved and gets a whole lotta food!  No more skin and bones!  WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SNOW DAY!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/709744</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 09:06:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.  Pups, it is snowing to beat the band here!   Tons and tons of snow EVERYWHERE!!! We  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.  Pups, it is snowing to beat the band here!   Tons and tons of snow EVERYWHERE!!! We got a snow storm yesterday and another one today.  Mom and Dad have had enough of driving in this stuff, so they are home with me today!!  WOOHOO!!!

I knew it was snowing, so I woke mom up at 4:00 AM to take me outside for a quick pee.  There was already two fresh inches of snow on the ground!  Even in the spots that we just shoveled last night!

We came back in and went back to bed for a bit.  Then we spent the rest of the morning cuddling on the couch and watching day time TV.  

Me and mom just braved the elements for another pee break.  Mom made me go out even though she didn't shovel.  The snow was up to my whizzer!!!! Mom shoveled a little patch for me and I did my business.   As soon as I was done, right back in and on the couch, BOL! 

We are supposed to get 18 inches of snow today.  I'm not sure where we are going to put it all....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/709145</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 07:25:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/709145</guid>
		<description>YAY!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thanks Dogster!

For my big day today, mom and da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ YAY!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thanks Dogster!

For my big day today, mom and dad are going to go get their taxes done and then go out to dinner, BOL!  I told them that I am OK with this as long as they bring me home a surprise.   Mom said she would, of course.  I asked for a second tug-a-jug.  I hope I get it!

Before they go out, we are all lounging around drinking coffee and/or cocoa and watching that silly Jack Black/Michael Cera movie "Year One".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catching up with mom.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/709005</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Jan 2011 07:06:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!  I thought I was being neglected!   Mom had to work on Wednesday and Thursday this week.  She w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  I thought I was being neglected!   Mom had to work on Wednesday and Thursday this week.  She works 12 hour days now, so when she is gone, she's gone for a LONG TIME!   Wednesday, she worked late, so she wasn't home until 8:30 at night.  She didn't feel well, so she went right to bed when she came home.  Thursday morning, we got walloped by a snow storm, so mom and dad woke up early, shoveled and mom left for work very early.  THEN!  She worked late on Thursday, so she didn't come home until 8:15 last night! 

When mom came home, I was so excited.  I didn't know what to do.  I did zoomies all around the house and did spinney circles at her feet.  I thought she left us!  Once we settled in, mom sat on the love seat to catch up with Dad.  I was dancing at her feet.  Mom said, "Chippy, come on up on the couch with me." and she patted the right side of the love seat with her hand.

The only problem was that I was on her left side.  I danced and danced and didn't know what to do.  I missed her so much and I just wanted to be on the couch with her!   Sooo....I gathered up all my might and...

I launched myself full force up in the air and right on to mom's lap!  BOL!  When I landed, my front paws were on her chest, my back paws where on the edge of the couch and me and mom were nose to nose!   

At first I was scared. I've never done this before.  Mom has tried and tried to make me a lap dog, but I get too nervous when I am ON mom for some reason.   So, when I jumped up there, I was panting and I was very nervous.  I didn't know what to do.

To my surprise, mom grabbed me and gave me a big hug and said "Gooooddd Boy Chippy!!!!" And she smothered my face and head and neck and paws in kisses!   I was soooo happy!  I missed my mom!  After a couple minutes of lovins, I flopped over onto the love seat and let mom pat my head for a few minutes.  Boy, I missed her!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New pal!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/708638</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 07:52:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups!  Check out Alf!  Mom says that he's adorable!  He's new to Dogster and he is a diary pick  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups!  Check out <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1153730" target=new>Alf</a>!  Mom says that he's adorable!  He's new to Dogster and he is a diary pick today!  Go be his pal NOW!  

Please :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gypsies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/708627</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 05:30:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Does anybody know anything about gypsies?  

Mom grabbed my cheeks this morning and put her face r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Does anybody know anything about gypsies?  

Mom grabbed my cheeks this morning and put her face really close to mine.  She looked in my eyes and said "Chipper.  If you bark your little Chow head off at 4:15 AM one more time, I will sell your furry butt to a band of gypsies."

I need to know what gypsies are before I go to bed tonight so I can decide what to do in the morning.

I can tell you one thing....being snout to nose with mom before she brushes her hair (and teeth!) is a scary thing.   That alone may make the barking not worth it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brrrrr!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/708539</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 11:57:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It is COLD here today!  I do not want to go outside at all!   Mom insists that I *must* go outside t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It is COLD here today!  I do not want to go outside at all!   Mom insists that I *must* go outside to do my business.  Dad kindly shoveled a patch for my business out back.  As soon as I am done, I run right back in the house!  In the two seconds that I am outside, my beard has frozen TWICE!  Brrrr!!!

Mom is home with me today.  We are crocking a big fat chicken!  The house smells AWESOME!  I am napping on the couch all wrapped up in two blankets.   Mom is with me and we are cuddling to stay warm.  I can't wait to eat that chicken when it's done!  It smells sooooooo good!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pizza</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/707544</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 13:29:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love pizza.  It's the best.  I love when the peeps share with me.  The crust is my favorite.  I'll ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love pizza.  It's the best.  I love when the peeps share with me.  The crust is my favorite.  I'll do anything for pizza.  Yesterday, my love for pizza was taken for granted.

I went to the groomer to get a hair cut.   I like the groomer himself, but being groomed is a stressful process.  My groomer has been trying to make things a bit easier on me.  So, after my bath and blowdry, but before the dreaded nail clipping and haircut, he....ORDERED ME A PIZZA!   A real pizza!   All the groomers took a break and had lunch and they let me come out to the front break area with them.  My groomer made sure to share his lunch with me and gave me his crust!  Deeeeeelicious!  

When mom came to pick me up, I wouldn't leave my groomer's side.  I told mom to go back home and leave me at the groomer.  Mom was a little surprised and asked what they did to me and they told mom the pizza story.   Mom BOLed and said "Well, the way to his heart is through his stomach.  Nice going!"

Now, today, we are snuggled up on the couch waiting for the Patriots to come on.   Mom is going to order..yes, you guessed it...PIZZA!  Pizza two days in a row!  WOOHOOO!!!!

GOOOOOO PATRIOTS!!!!  WOOHOO!!!! KICK SOME JET BUTT!  WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!   WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Three footer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/707308</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 18:10:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, last time I was at the pet store, mom let me pick out a treat.  I chose one of those GIANT bully ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, last time I was at the pet store, mom let me pick out a treat.  I chose one of those GIANT bully sticks!  It's three feet long!  I love, love, love it!  But I'm not sure what to do with it.

With normal bully sticks, I will lay down on the carpet, place that sucker on it's end between my paws, put the kung fu grip on it and go to town gnawing away. 

But this sucker...this sucker is three feet tall when it is on it's end!  I can't reach it with normal bully stick protocol.

So, I've had to get clever.   

I've asked mom to hold one end while I chew the other.  That worked for a bit, but I needed more freedom.

I stood up and tried to free chew.  That was too much freedom and it kept slipping from the jaws of death.

I tried to stand up and stand on the bully stick to keep it still while I chewed.  But I got a little rug burn on my snout.

I tried to lay that sucker on it's side and wedge it between my paws using the far paw as a leveraging wedge.  But I got a crick in my neck reaching for the free end.

Now, I think I have figured it out.  I took my bully stick and wedged it in between the couch and the blanket chest.  I laid down three feet away and pushed the bully stick in the air approximately six inches, making a little bully triangle.  Now I can lay on the floor and chew my bully stick without any paws at all, BOL!   PERFECTION!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Uh oooohhh....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/707264</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 09:47:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Long old man ear hair 
        +
Clickety clackety claws
        +
Poofy pantaloons
        +
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Long old man ear hair 
        +
Clickety clackety claws
        +
Poofy pantaloons
        +
Grinch feet
        + 
A house full of tumblefurs
        +
That just perfect doggy aroma
        =
A trip to the groomer for Chipper tomorrow!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't tell anyone...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/706768</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Jan 2011 07:48:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>But I think I have a &quot;friend&quot;.   We have lived here in this house for almost two years now.  We live ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ But I think I have a "friend".   We have lived here in this house for almost two years now.  We live upstairs and neighbor labby lives downstairs.  He's a very happy go lucky pup and he's HUGE!  I'm pretty sure he's part lab and part rhino.  He is only about two years old, so in labby years, he is just coming out of puppyhood.

Anywho, he likes me.  He always runs up to me and tries to get me to play.  I don't wanna.  I don't play.  So, we sniff.  For a long time, I would growl at him and show him my teeth.  A couple of times, I admit that I tried to bite him.  I was very put off by his persistence at being nice.  No matter how grumpy I got, he came back for more smiling his stupid labby smile.   Also, he was a rude sniffer.  He would stick his big noggin under "there" and because his head is so big, he would push me over or lift me up off the ground.  RUDE!

Well, neighbor labby is growing up a bit and he's not quite as jumpy and forward.  So, now we meet like gentlemen.   We have seen each other four times in the last week or so.  He comes barreling down his drive way to see me.  BUT!  Instead of plowing into me, he stops BEFORE he gets to me and we sniff.  I sniff him and then he sniffs me.   Then, we go sniffing together in the yard.

I haven't growled, barked or shown teeth in the last four or five visits with neighbor labby.  Mom's excited about this for some reason.   She should be.  I worked HARD to train neighbor labby to sniff like a gentleman!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's only fair</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/706287</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Jan 2011 15:49:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

If you won't let me eat the kitty, it's only right that you let me eat the kitty poop. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

If you won't let me eat the kitty, it's only right that you let me eat the kitty poop.  

They purposely leave their little kitty poops in the garden right next to our front door for ME.  

Let me eat them.  It's only fair.  

Thank you, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Works for me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/706239</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Jan 2011 09:23:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love mom's new schedule.  Mom started a new job back in December.  She now works 12 hour days.  Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love mom's new schedule.  Mom started a new job back in December.  She now works 12 hour days.  This means that when she is gone, she is gone for a LONG time.   BUT!  It also means that she gets a LOT of time off!!! Mom now only works 7 out of 14 days in a two week period!  AND!  Two of those days are on the weekend, so dad is home with me on those days!  WOOHOOO!!!  I am only home alone on 5 out of 14 days!  YEAH!  

Luckily, my peeps know that I like to nap and they are nice and quiet when they are home with me during the week.  Mom says not to get used to this because when spring and summer come, we will be out and about on her days off.  She even said that maybe we will spend a lot more time at camp this summer because we can go up there on her days off.  WOOHOO!

Also, mom's been doing a lot of errands on her days off instead of doing them after work like she used to.  That means that I get to go with her!  I get lots of stuff when we do errands.  The Dunkin Donuts lady always gives me munchkins and the bank lady gives me doggy bones.  The CVS lady also gives me bones when we go through the drive through.  And, we always go to the pet store when we do errands and they give me LOTS of cookies!  I LOVE errands!

I love mom's new schedule.  So far, it works for me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Serves you right!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/705404</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 02:23:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom was taking a nap on the couch.  She woke up and was a little afraid to open her eyes.  She felt  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom was taking a nap on the couch.  She woke up and was a little afraid to open her eyes.  She felt someone looking at her.  When she finally opened her eyes, she saw me.  Nose to nose with her.  I was just standing there.  Staring.

Mom said "Morning Chippy.  What are you looking at?"

I just stared.

Mom scratched my head.  I pushed her hand away.

Mom said "Chippy, what's wrong, buddy?"

I shoved my nose under her head a bit.

She lifted up her head and there on her pillow was MY BULLY STICK!

GIMME MY BULLY STICK!!!

Mom forgot that she took my bully stick away before she laid down on the couch.  Somehow it meandered from her sweatshirt pocket to her pillow.  She slept with it wedged between her cheek and the pillow!   

So she had to walk around for the next hour or so with a big bully stick imprint on her cheek, BOL!  Ahahahaha!  Serves you right woman!  That will teach you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas Part II</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/705150</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 05:40:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sorry I didn't update everyone with the rest of my Christmas adventure yesterday.  Me and mom were s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sorry I didn't update everyone with the rest of my Christmas adventure yesterday.  Me and mom were super tired from all of the Christmas happenings that we slept ALL day yesterday!  OK, so mom *may* have done a whole lot of laundry and cleaned the house a bit while *I* slept, but whatever.

I forgot to tell you a little tidbit about Christmas eve.  When Papa was getting ready for Christmas eve dinner, he defrosted a bag of shrimp for shrimp cocktail.  Turns out they were a bit freezer burned and he determined that they were not cocktail appropriate.   He looked at me.  I looked at him.  He tossed me one.  I ate it.  I determined that they WERE Chipper appropriate!  Papa put them in a bag and told mom to feed them to me over the next couple of days.  WOOOHOOO!!!!!

Anywho, as you may remember, we were out way late on Christmas eve and I was forced to eat my dinner way late and rush to get to bed in time for Santa.   Well, next thing I know, the alarm clock went off at FIVE O'CLOCK AM!   Ugh!  As it turns out, mom had to work on Christmas day.  We got out of bed and checked our Christmas tree. Santa came!  All kinds of gifts under the tree!  But we were too tired to open them.  Mom went to work and I went back to bed with dad.   I was too tired to open gifts.  

Dad woke up a bit later (10:00 AM!) and he got ready to go to his mom's house.  I decided to stay home and rest up. I also thought I should stay behind and guard the gifts.

When mom came home at 7:30 PM, we all opened our presents.  I got LOTS of presents!  I got a tug-a-jug, a new Kong, LOTS of treats and cookies, FOUR new stuffies and a new tug leash.  I also got a whole TON of wrapping paper to tear up.  Boy do I love doing that!  There were paper bits all over this house, BOL! I am a lucky, lucky dog.

On Sunday, mom had to work again, so me and dad stayed home and played with our presents.  It took a LONG time to put them all away, BOL! 

I hope everyone had a very merry Christmas!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And on to a happy new year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/704986</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Dec 2010 18:14:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh boy pups!  I had an AWESOME Christmas!  Let me tell you all about it.

On Thursday, me and mom  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh boy pups!  I had an AWESOME Christmas!  Let me tell you all about it.

On Thursday, me and mom wrapped a TON of presents!  OMD, they were overflowing the house!  The we put them in the car and we went down to Nana's house.  We slept over so we could spend all day Christmas Eve with Nana.  We had pizza and the crust was flying baby!  Papa loves to feed me, so I got all of his pizza crust.  Mom was not happy.  I was ecstatic. 

On Christmas eve, we hung out at Nana's house.  Mom made Italian cookies and since there is very little chocolate in Italian cookies, I got to taste a lot of them.  Have you pups ever had pizzelles?  OMD. They are the BEST!   While mom was cooking them in the little press machine, Papa "accidentally" dropped two of them on the floor while they were still a bit warm!  I scooped them right up!  Deelish!!!!!  I also got to taste maple brown sugar breakfast sausages.  Oh. Wow.  Delicious! 

When we were all taking our after lunch naps, Nana decided to sweep the floor.  She swept near my face when I was sleeping and I got scared and I bit the broom.  Nana screamed, and I got scared again and barked.  Mom calmed me down, but I couldn't settle.  Two minutes later, my uncle came in and I barked my big dog bark at him.  Mom decided it was time for a real nap, so I went in my crate for a bit while the peeps opened presents.

After presents, we packed up the car and went to mom's uncle's house.  I waited in the car while mom and dad went in to wish everyone a happy Christmas.  When we came home, it was super late.  I ate my dinner at 11:00 PM!  Whoa!  I didn't even care though, because I had to go to bed by midnight so Santa could come.  

Whoa, that's enough update for now.  To be continued tomorrow when I have more time to tell you about Christmas day! 

I hope every pup had a wonderful Christmas!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ho Ho Ho!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/704414</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Dec 2010 05:37:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh my dog, pups!  Christmas is in full swing right now!  Me and mom wrapped a whole bunch of present ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my dog, pups!  Christmas is in full swing right now!  Me and mom wrapped a whole bunch of presents last night!  They are loaded in bags to go to Nana's house tonight and some are in a pile ready to under the tree tonight.  Mom says that we will put them under our tree later today after she cleans all the nasty dog fur off the tree skirt.  What's that supposed to mean?  I finally got my spot just right :(

We have a few more gifts to wrap and then we are going to bake magic cookie bars (sounds delish, right?!?) and then we are going to Nana's house for a bit.  I can't wait to open my presents tomorrow!  I've been sniffing my stocking and it smells like COOKIES!!!

I hope all of my pals have a very happy holiday, whichever holiday it is that you celebrate.   I hope that every pup has a very happy and healthy new year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sunday mornings</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/703878</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Dec 2010 07:00:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I love Sunday mornings.  Once the peeps meander out of bed, they don't make it very far, BOL!  We al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love Sunday mornings.  Once the peeps meander out of bed, they don't make it very far, BOL!  We all plop on the couch and cuddle for most of the morning.  Right now I am snuggled on the couch with mom. She's laying on one end and I am on the other end next to her legs.  We are joined by a red fleecey blankie.  My head is poking out of one end of the blankie and mom's is poking out of the other end, BOL!  

The heat is on, the coffee and cocoa are being sipped, the Christmas tree is aglow and life is good.

Happy Sunday morning all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggy Abuse!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/703748</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 07:46:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom made pupcakes for breakfast this morning.  Buttermilk pupcakes.  The griddle was sizzling and th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom made pupcakes for breakfast this morning.  Buttermilk pupcakes.  The griddle was sizzling and the pupcakes were cooking.   They smelled DELICIOUS!

Mom and dad sat down at the table to eat them and I strategically placed myself on the floor in between their chairs.   I watched...

One pupcake down the hatch for mom.

One pupcake down the hatch for dad.

No pupcake for me.

Two pupcakes down the hatch for mom.

Two pupcakes down the hatch for dad.

No pupcake for me.

I got a little restless. I admit, I may have given mom a quick little reminder woof. 

Then I noticed...they moved on to pupcake #3 each!  No pupcakes for me!   

I got mad.  Really mad.  Usually I get at least one pupcake, if not TWO.  This time...NONE!

I admit it. I barked at mom.  "Gimme a pupcake!  Gimme one now!"

Mom looked down at me and made a funny face.  She gave me a big kiss on my furrowed brow and said "Chippy, I'm sorry.  You can't have any pupcakes.  I made them with chocolate chips and you can't have chocolate.  Sorry bud.  You are going to have to sit this one out."

WHAT!?!  What kind of dog abuse is this?  Chocolate in pupcakes?!?

Ella!  Call the SPCA or the Humane Society!  I'm being abused!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My new pal</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/703744</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Dec 2010 07:30:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/703744</guid>
		<description>Check out my new pal Ethan!  Isn't he the cutest?  He's new to dogster, so let's give him a big welc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Check out my new pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1157400" target=new>Ethan</a>!  Isn't he the cutest?  He's new to dogster, so let's give him a big welcome.  Please go send him a pup pal request!  He's a diary pick of the day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spoiled.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/703144</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 15:53:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom went to the pet store today.  I got two cans of food, a new Kong, holiday cookies and a H ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom went to the pet store today.  I got two cans of food, a new Kong, holiday cookies and a HUGE bag of bully sticks!  Mom stuffed some other stuff into the bag when I wasn't looking. I don't know what it was.  Mom says that I will find out on Christmas day. Hmmmm...seems that I have some sniffing to do around this house....

When mom was paying, something caught my eye. There, in the front window was a DOG!  A black fluffy dog, likely a Chow mix!  I stared.  He stared.  I stared harder.  He stared harder.  I moved closer.  He moved closer!   I growled.  He did not growl, but made a mean face.  That's IT!  Nobody makes mean faces at me!  I woofed my fool head off.  He woofed his fool head off, but I couldn't hear him.  I could only see him.

That's when mom stepped in and shushed me.  She said "Chippy, sshh!  That's not another dog.  That's your reflection!"

Oops.  My bad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>This is why people need dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702944</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Dec 2010 02:41:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Massachusetts has lost a lot of soldiers recently.  Three soldiers from Massachusetts have been kill ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Massachusetts has lost a lot of soldiers recently.  Three soldiers from Massachusetts have been killed in battle in the last two weeks.   Yesterday was one of their funerals.  Mom was watching some of the footage this morning and became all leaky eyed.  All the people who attended the funeral were walking to the grave site. There were hundreds. They were led by the solider's father and the soldier's puppy.  They showed footage of the dad burying his son and giving a speech and he said "It's funny how a dog, who I who I thought would be such a pain in the butt, has become such a source of comfort during the hardest time of my life."

That's what we are for.  I hope that puppy holds that man tight during this very difficult holiday season.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mr. Popular</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702796</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Dec 2010 18:17:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Christmas Card Tally:

Chipper: 5
Mom &amp; Dad: 2

BOL!  

I got cards from Ebby &amp; Ceeley, Maxwe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Christmas Card Tally:

Chipper: 5
Mom & Dad: 2

BOL!  

I got cards from Ebby & Ceeley, Maxwell & Izzy, Flicka & Lucas, Dylan Ty & Jia and Rusty & Pepper!  WOOHOO!!! 

Mom & Dad's cards came from Dad's parents and Dad's grandparents.  I say those don't count because they HAVE to send cards to Mom and Dad. I think it's the law.  

REAL Christmas Card Tally:

Chipper: 5
Mom & Dad: GOOSE EGG!

Thanks pups for your awesome cards!  We love them all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doctor</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702625</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Dec 2010 06:39:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702625</guid>
		<description>I'm going to the vet today.   Ugh.  I have to get my cough rechecked.  It's pretty much gone, but I' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm going to the vet today.   Ugh.  I have to get my cough rechecked.  It's pretty much gone, but I'm still on Prednisone.  The doctor is going to listen to my lungs and see if we can reduce the dosage of Prenisone even more.   If my lungs are OK (which I am sure they are!), mom said that I'm going to get THREE shots!  EEK!  They have been holding off on my vaccinations until the cough was under control and now they have all aligned so I have to get them all at once!  

Mom did something weird today.  When we went out for my first potty break, she brought a cup and a zip loc bag.  When I lifted my leg for my first pee, she shoved the cup under me and caught my pee in it.   Then, when I executed a class 2 download, she picked up a piece in the zip loc.  She brought them inside and put them in the fridge.  What the woof is that all about?!?  She's so weird.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Holiday Spirit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702188</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Dec 2010 17:33:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702188</guid>
		<description>That's right pups, I am getting into the holiday spirit!  I posed in front of O Tannenbaum with my r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right pups, I am getting into the holiday spirit!  I posed in front of O Tannenbaum with my reindeer antlers, my Santa Paws outfit AND my Santa Paws Red Sox hat!  I was a good boy, but that's because mom was feeding me cheese, BOL!

We were HO HO HOing and jingle belling and having a grand old time!  I hope everyone is ready for Chipper's Christmas card 2010!  It's going to be a doozy!  Let me know if you want one!  I'm making my list and checking it twice!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spreading Christmas Cheer</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702043</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Dec 2010 13:27:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/702043</guid>
		<description>Me and mom just went to Kohl's.  While mom shopped, I sat in the car and barked at all the old ladie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom just went to Kohl's.  While mom shopped, I sat in the car and barked at all the old ladies and scared the bejeesus out of them.  Merry Christmas! BOL!  

Anyways, mom bought all the stuff to turn our house into a winter wonderland!  You know, because the FIVE Rubbermaid bins that me and dad dragged out of the attic are not enough.

Mom bought new table cloths, a Christmas shower curtain and some other stuff.  The two most exciting purchases...

New Christmas Stockings with all of our initials on them!  I got one with a big C on it.  C is for Chipper, Claus and COOKIES! I hope I get lots of cookies in my stocking!

AND

A hot air popcorn popper!  We are gonna have movie night tonight after we decorate and mom's gonna pop us lots of popcorn!  WOOHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tis the Season!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/701888</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Dec 2010 09:46:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/701888</guid>
		<description>Hey pups!  It's time for Christmas cards!  If you would like one from me with my big old furry mug o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups!  It's time for Christmas cards!  If you would like one from me with my big old furry mug on it, send me your info via p-mail.   If you got one from me this year, we still have your info and you are on our list for this year!

That reminds me....I'm going to have to send out Dexter and Lucy's card now.  Last year it took FOREVER for it to get to South Africa!  Maybe I'll just send them a Valentine's day card, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Early riser</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/701455</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Nov 2010 18:22:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Mom, 

Just because I like to get up at 5:00 AM now to go out and pee doesn't mean I am becom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Mom, 

Just because I like to get up at 5:00 AM now to go out and pee doesn't mean I am becoming an old man.  No, it's no big deal that I like to eat breakfast promptly at 5:30 AM every morning.  And, no, just because I go back to sleep at 6:00 AM does NOT mean that I am an old man!   So stop calling me an old geezer!

I am a dog of habit.  I am NOT old!  So get your lazy butt up at 5:00 AM every morning.  And LIKE it!

Love, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Santa Paws Bait</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/701246</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 17:59:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/701246</guid>
		<description>I got a Christmas tree today!!!!  Dad brought it home with him and put it in our living room!

Rig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a Christmas tree today!!!!  Dad brought it home with him and put it in our living room!

Right now, it is a naked tree.  Mom's going to put the lights on it later and then we are going to dress it in it's ornaments.  I'm so excited!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TOOT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700549</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 17:49:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700549</guid>
		<description>OMD.

I have the toots pretty bad today.  

They are SBDs. 

That's &quot;Silent, but Deadly&quot; for t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD.

I have the toots pretty bad today.  

They are SBDs. 

That's "Silent, but Deadly" for those who didn't know.

OMD.

I think they just curdled mom's ice water.

Serious green misters.  

They.

Smell.

AWESOME!!!!!!

I wish  mom liked them as much as I do.

They are award winners.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WAKE UP!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700237</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Nov 2010 05:46:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700237</guid>
		<description>Dad went to work today.  He went in early, so he set the alarm for 4:00 AM.  The alarm went off, he  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad went to work today.  He went in early, so he set the alarm for 4:00 AM.  The alarm went off, he didn't get up.  Mom woke up and I woke up.   I started pacing.  Mom knew what that meant.  I had to pee.

Mom got up and got dressed and reminded dad for the third time that he had to get up.  Me and mom went outside.  Well, that cold, brisk air just woke me right up!  I was invigorated!

We came back in and mom climbed in bed.  I laid next to the bed.  Growling.  Soft reminder growls of "I'm awake mom.  I'm hungry.  Get up.  Grrrr...."

Mom didn't listen so the growls got a little louder.  They quickly escalated to gggggrrrrrYAP!

Mom said some not so nice words to me, so I skipped the growling and went to full on barking.  I wasn't barking at anyone or anything in particular.  I just wanted mom to wake up.

Mom couldn't take it anymore, so she got out of bed and scooped me up and plopped me in bed with her.  I ran to the end of the bed and laid there growling.

That's when it happened.

DAD CAME BACK!!!   OMD!!!  WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!!  How long have you been gone, where were you, what are you doing?!?  WOOFWOOFWOOOOOOOFFFF!!!!

Mom pulled a WWE move and sneak attacked me and scooped me up.  She pulled me under the blankies and started doing my calming massages.  I was kinda liking it until DAD TURNED ON THE LIGHT!!! OMD!!!!  WOOOFFWOOOFWOOOOOOOOFFFFF!!!!!

I busted loose from mom's death grip and started running all over the bed whining, barking and full on freaking out.  "GET UP MOM, GET UP GETUPGETUP!!!!"

I watched Dad for a minute.  He put on a T-shirt. OMD! WOOOF!!!

He put on pants.  OMD!!!!  WOOFWOOFWOOOOOOFFF!!!

He took socks out of his drawer and put them on the bed near me.  WWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!

Mom couldn't take it anymore.  She got up.  She took me off the bed and put me on the ground.  I nudged her into the kitchen and plopped down in my down spot for my breakfast.  "FEED ME, FEED ME, FEED ME!!"

Mom was not entertained.  She said "Chippy, it's 4:30 AM.  You don't need to eat yet, but if it will make you be quiet, you can have your breakfast.  Now SSSHHHH!"

And she fed me those sweet blessed kibbles. Deelish!  

I gobbled them up and by the time I was done, mom was back in bed. 

I ran to the bed and whined because she forgot to bring me up there with her for morning cuddles.  

Mom peered over the edge of the bed and glared down at me.  I'm pretty sure that her eyeballs were glowing red and a demon had over taken her body.  I know it wasn't mom because she would never speak to me like this.  Mom said "Chipper.  Go. Lay. Down. and LEAVE ME ALONE!  I'M TIRED!"

I flashed her a big smile and perked my ears up, because apparently demons entertain me and I said "OK, Mom.  I'm going to digest and take a quick nap over here on my Red Sox bed.  Love you!"

Clearly, she was upset with Dad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Reunited</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700185</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 16:56:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700185</guid>
		<description>Pups, it's been a while since I gnawed on a bully stick.  I've been turning my nose up at them for a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, it's been a while since I gnawed on a bully stick.  I've been turning my nose up at them for a while.  Until tonight.  I've been chewing for close to an hour and I am loving it!   It's kinda like this all over again: <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/508302" target=new>Reunited</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>YEAH!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700134</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 08:18:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/700134</guid>
		<description>Mom started her new job this week, so she is home with me all day today.   YAY!   Dad is working tod ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom started her new job this week, so she is home with me all day today.   YAY!   Dad is working today and tomorrow, but then he is off ALL next week.  WOOHOO!!!!  Mom has to work next week, but she has Wednesday and Turkey day off.  Yeah!   I will not be home alone all week!  And, I'm going to Nana and Papa's house for Turkey day!  I know, I just KNOW that Papa is going to save me the turkey giblets.  That's my favorite part.

After Turkey day, me and Dad are going to go pick out a Christmas tree for mom.  Mom has to work the whole weekend after Turkey day, so me and Dad promised to go buy a tree and dig the Christmas decorations out of the attic while mom is at work.  Maybe when she comes home on Saturday we will all have some hot chocolate, put on the Christmas tunes and decorate the tree.

It's going to be a great week.  I'm so excited!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What the Woof?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699530</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 17:23:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699530</guid>
		<description>OK, so those who know me know that I am not a tolerant pup.  When I don't like something, I let ever ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so those who know me know that I am not a tolerant pup.  When I don't like something, I let everyone know.  BUT, Mom and Dad have been teaching me that I need to be tolerant and I need to control my emotions.   Dogster is aware of this.  I have written it many times.  

So why then, WHY is Dogster messing with the Bark Board?!?

I don't like the So-and-so commented on So-and-so's diary.   But I tolerated it.  I even tried to embrace it (once they fixed it so it goes to the right diary).

Now WHY is my Bark Board messing with me?!?  I don't know what's going on, but for some reason, it's all out of order.  Right now Prof. Chester is #1 on my Bark Board and it says he typed a new entry.  So, I clickety clicked on it and the diary entry is from November NINTH!   

Well, fool me once, shame on you.  Fool me twice and I'll bite your a$$!

So, I clicked on the next one. Zaidie, the LWD.  His diary is from YESTERDAY.  And I read it yesterday.

But after that one is Daxi, who has a new entry from right now.

I don't get it.  What the woof is going on?  Why is everything out of order?  Dogster is pushing my tolerance.  I only have so much, you know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Good Hunter Never Sleeps</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699494</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 12:35:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699494</guid>
		<description>Pups, we are having a lazy Sunday.  We are sleeping and resting and baking and watching TV.  I am re ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, we are having a lazy Sunday.  We are sleeping and resting and baking and watching TV.  I am resting in front of the TV right now and I was snoring a bit.  Mom thought that meant I was sleeping.

AH HA!

I fooled her, just like I fooled that fly that buzzed me!

That's right pups!  I was snoring one second and then BAM! I snagged a fly right out of thin air!  I barely even lifted my head.  

After I caught him, I ate him and plopped my head right back down and went back to snoring, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Communication</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699462</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 07:22:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699462</guid>
		<description>Pups, how do you tell your family that you need to go outside?

Me and my family are struggling wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, how do you tell your family that you need to go outside?

Me and my family are struggling with this right now.  I don't like to be a bother, so I don't ever ask to go out.  Mom caught on to this early in our relationship and put me on a schedule.  It has worked for 4.5 years and accidents were rare.  When I did need to go in an emergency, I would stare at mom and pant or get very restless and do a little dance.  I admit that these are not very clear signals, but they worked in emergencies.

Well pups, now I am on Prednisone, likely long term.  UGH!  That stuff makes me pee A LOT!  And sometimes, I have to go off my schedule.  I don't know what to do sometimes, so I have been running into the laundry room and taking care of business in there.   Mom has been very understanding. She knows that it's not me, it's the meds.  But she has decided that it's time to learn to communicate better.  

She's going to buy some jingle bells and hang them on my stairs.   She's going to teach me that if I need to go out, I should ring the bells.  We'll see how this goes.  We all hope it works.  Mom's getting sick of cleaning doggy pee off the linoleum and I am super embarrassed when it happens.  We all agree that we need to fix this.

So, if you would be so kind as to help, please offer advice.  How do you tell the peeps it's time to go out?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grrrrrr!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699405</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 15:56:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/699405</guid>
		<description>Now I'm mad!

I just dictated a whole diary entry called &quot;Chipper's weekend update&quot; and Dad said &quot; ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Now I'm mad!

I just dictated a whole diary entry called "Chipper's weekend update" and Dad said "Hey, can you look up blahblahblah?".  So Mom clickety clicked away and when she was done, she closed ALL tabs and lost my entry!!!!!   Ugh.  It's so hard to hire good, reliable help these days.

After that travesty, I decided to skip the entry and catch up with my pals.   That's when I noticed that the Soandso commented on Soandso's diary is back!  I hope they worked out the fleas.  I was too scared to click on the comments....

That's it. I'm going for a nap.  Mom and Dad are going to watch "Grown Ups" now.  Maybe that will put me in a better mood.  I do love me some Adam Sandler...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Great Black Hunter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698835</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Nov 2010 18:43:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698835</guid>
		<description>There's a mouse in my house.

I've heard him in the walls.

Mom found his &quot;evidence&quot; on our coun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There's a mouse in my house.

I've heard him in the walls.

Mom found his "evidence" on our counter.

We live in the country.  Across from a cow barn.  In front of a pasture full of horses.  Next to a hay field.  Down the road from the goats, sheep and chickens.  Farm country.  A mouse in the house is expected around this time of year.

Our landlord bought us mouse traps.  They are have-a-heart traps.  They don't kill the little buggers.

Mom thought "Oh great.  Now what am I going to do if I catch one?!?"  At least with the snap traps of yesteryear, we knew what to do.  In the trash they go.

Last night, mom set the trap.   She put peanut butter in the corner and positioned the trap just so.   Then, it hit her.  If we catch one, what do we do?

That's when I hit her.  Feed 'em to me!  Feed 'em to meeeeee!!!!

Mom said no.  That *may* constitute cruel and unusual punishment.  I gave her the puppy dog eyes.  She still insists no.

We'll see what happens when she catches one.  I bet it's a moo point (you know, a cow's opinion.  moo.) and when mom sees the little mouse in there, she screams and drops the trap and THEN I can eat 'em!

This is my style of hunting!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Toys</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698680</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Nov 2010 16:16:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so tonight me and mom were doing our nightly training session.  Mom decided to teach me a new tr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so tonight me and mom were doing our nightly training session.  Mom decided to teach me a new trick.  It's called "Fetch!".  Here's how it worked.   Mom took my favorite toys (my squirrels in the tree trunk and my little ducky) and spread them out on the ground.  You see, we have been working on me using my mouth for constructive things, not just growling, barking and snapping.  I learned that it is OK to pick up things with my mouth a couple of months ago.  You know, things like my tug toy, stuffies and other doggy toys.  

So, mom sat there with her clicker.  And I sat there with my stuffies.   I got bored so I started doing all my tricks.  Sit, down, spin, paw, high five, no clicks.  I tried to tug mom's socks.  She didn't like that.

I wasn't getting any clicks. 

I didn't see my tug toy, so I decided to try picking up my stuffies.  CLICK!  OMD!  It worked!  I dropped my stuffy and mom gave me cheese.

We did this a few more times and mom started saying "Fetch!" and I would pick up the stuffie and she Clicked and gave me cheese.

We were having a lot of fun and mom got a little tear in her eye.  I was making my squirrels squeak, which normally scares me, but this time, it didn't because mom gave me LOTS of cheese.  AND, I was tugging on my squirrel's tails and throwing them up in the air.  

Mom was smiling from ear to ear.  Personally, I don't see what the big deal is.  So what if I was scared of toys four years ago.  Now, they are kinda fun.  So what if I learned not to be scared of them, but still wanted nothing to do with them two years ago.  It doesn't matter.  Now I'm OK with them.  What's the big deal?

Mom decided to test me to see if I would go get my stuffie if she threw it.  Well, I outsmarted her and just when she tossed it over my head, I reached up and snagged it out of thin air with my mouth!  Mom jumped up and started Woohoo-ing and dancing and she got all excited.  Dad joined in on the woohooing too.  I just sat there with my ducky in my mouth.  Mom clicked, I dropped the duck and mom gave me tons of cheese!  Dad told mom to try it again.  She did.  I caught it AGAIN!   Mom gave me big hugs and lots of cheese.  We played catch for a long time.  Not too shabby for a dog who would get very defensive if someone even thought about throwing something in my general direction, huh?   I admit that I used to close my eyes and wince when mom tossed treats to me.  What can I say, it was scary.

All in all, I don't see the big deal.  Yeah, toys are OK.  Sure, I'll play with them for food especially cheese.   I'll entertain mom with some toys every now and then.   But really, I don't see the big deal.

p.s.  I think it's kind of silly that mom sniffles and tears up a bit every time I stick my nose in my toy box.  I know she's been collecting toys in a basket for four and a half years and nobody has played with them, but really, what's the big deal?  Just because I sniff them every now and then and sometimes poke around in there is really no big deal, right?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The couch</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698456</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Nov 2010 05:46:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You know, it's funny.  When I first came to live with mom and dad, I was scared of the furniture.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know, it's funny.  When I first came to live with mom and dad, I was scared of the furniture.  I know, I know, it seems silly, but I was.   I didn't like to go near the couches or the bed.  Despite many invitations from mom and dad, I would NOT jump up on the couch for cuddle time.  One day, mom picked me up and put me on the couch.  AAHHH!! I was so scared.  I thought I was going to get in trouble.  I started shaking and trembling and I jumped right off.

This made mom very sad.   She wanted me to be comfortable anywhere in the house.  So, she started working on Operation Chipper Cuddle.

We started slow, with mom patting me while she sat on the couch.  I liked that.

Then, after a while, I started coming over to the couch and asking mom for pats.

Slowly, I learned that the couches and the bed were not bad.

Eventually, mom started to pick me up and put me on the bed and the couch.  At first, I was nervous, but mom gave me lots of hugs, kisses, ear scratches and lovins.   I started to think, hey, maybe this isn't that bad.

Eventually, I started to sleep on the bed with mom and dad.  That is pretty awesome.  I like to sleep on the bed and cuddle with mom and dad now.

The couch was another story.  It took me a long time to get comfortable on the couch.  After four and a half years of living with mom and dad, I am happy to say that I am now comfortable on the couch.  I like to jump up on the couch (when invited, of course) and cuddle with mom, now.  I like to lay on her feet and snuggle up on her blankies.

Me and mom couldn't help but become a little nostalgic this morning about my journey in this house.   Mom has a bit of a head cold and woke up a bit early today.  We came out to the couch and we snuggled in fleecy blankets and watched some TV.  Mom looked down at me as I was keeping her feet warm and saw me sprawled out on the couch, sleeping (maybe snoring!) and completely relaxed and happy.  It made mom very happy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>POTP Request</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698433</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Nov 2010 19:37:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello pups.  My pal Deogie is in need of POTP.  He has been diagnosed with Wobbler's disease and gav ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello pups.  My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/829130" target=new>Deogie</a> is in need of POTP.  He has been diagnosed with Wobbler's disease and gave his mom and family quite a scare.  Deogie is trying his best to heal, but I know he needs some help.  Would you all please offer some kind words to Deogie and his family.  His mom is very sad and could use some kindness.

Thanks pups!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Perfection</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698293</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Nov 2010 18:13:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, mom stuffed my Kong with the nubs of her meatball sub.  Woohoo!  Bread and sauce and meatball ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, mom stuffed my Kong with the nubs of her meatball sub.  Woohoo!  Bread and sauce and meatballs...Deelish!

Then, I topped it off with a dessert of Dad's ice cream sandwich wrapper, BOL!

A perfect dinner!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ooops.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698162</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Nov 2010 18:41:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I peed in the laundry room again tonight.

Oops.

It's not me.

It's the Prednisone.  

Stup ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I peed in the laundry room again tonight.

Oops.

It's not me.

It's the Prednisone.  

Stupid roids.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dr. Chipper, Psychic Extrodinaire</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698074</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Nov 2010 04:10:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's not feeling well.  She's OK and just being a big baby, but she feels kinda crappy.  She's very ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's not feeling well.  She's OK and just being a big baby, but she feels kinda crappy.  She's very, very tired, her nose is runny, she's coughing and her throat is tickley.   Ahhh...the joys of winter.

Anywho, I have sensed this crappiness coming on.  I knew it was coming and I have been very clingy with mom.   If she sits down on the couch, I jump up with her and let her pat me.  Pats are healing for the humans, you know.   If she goes in the kitchen, I go to.  If she goes in the bedroom, I go too.  When I sleep up on the bed, I have been (gasp!) cuddling up next to mom, which is very unlike me.

I knew.   I knew this was coming on days ago.  So, I started this monitoring two days before she was feeling crappy.  See how smart I am?

Do you pups know when your peeps are sick?  Do you monitor them?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yeah?!?  Well, me neither!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698025</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Nov 2010 17:02:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/698025</guid>
		<description>Guess what mom said to me today?!?  She said &quot;Chippy, I am not in the mood for your shenanigans!  Go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what mom said to me today?!?  She said "Chippy, I am not in the mood for your shenanigans!  Go lay down and be quiet!"

Gasp!

WTW?  What the woof?

I don't see what the big deal is.  I was happily begging for dad's dinner and I *may* have woofed at him a few times.  And when he didn't fork over his meal, I *may* have jumped on his lap and tried to steal his chicken.  And I *may* have tried to push his legs out from under his dinner plate (he was eating on the couch).

That's when mom grabbed my collar and told me those dreadful words..."CHIPPER!  Leave it!  I am not in the mood for your shenanigans!  Go lay down and be quiet!"

Ummm....lookey here Mrs. Crabbypants....I have important business to tend to!  Dad is eating and I am NOT!  This is not fair and I want his chicken!  Now you leave it! I'm getting me some chicken!

Mom didn't like me talking back to her like that and started to get kinda mad.  So, I looked up at her with my big puppy dog eyes and gave her a big purple tongued smile and she caved and refilled my Kong with meatballs :)

I win.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hooters</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/697706</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 14:48:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/697706</guid>
		<description>Pups.  Guess what I tried today?  Have you pups every had buffalo chicken?  Neither had I.  Until to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups.  Guess what I tried today?  Have you pups every had buffalo chicken?  Neither had I.  Until today.  I tried some of mom's buffalo chicken dip on a tortilla chip.  O.  M.  D.  Deeeelish!  I think it is time for me to get a job at Hooters!  Rumor has it that they have the best buffalo chicken this side of the Mississippi!   Perhaps I can work as a guard dog.  I hear those ladies sometimes need defending.  I will work for wings.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Random Notes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/697491</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Oct 2010 05:33:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>1. Mom's computer is finally fixed after 5 months out of service!  Part of the long time of outage i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 1. Mom's computer is finally fixed after 5 months out of service!  Part of the long time of outage is due to Mom's laziness, part is due to the slowness of her warranty.  Either way, now that we have the good computer back, hopefully we will be on Dogster more!  YAY!

2. I am feeling better, but still have occasional coughing. Mom talked to my vet yesterday and she thinks I have "Sterile Chronic Bronchitis" which means that my lungs get inflamed and irritated easily, but I don't have an infection.  Attacks can come on by stress, allergies, weather, excitement, blahblahblah.  They have me on Prednisone and they are beginning to think that it may be long term Pred for me.  Oh well.  Better than coughing, I guess.

3.  It's Halloween!!!!   I went to see Papa yesterday and we spent the day together.  Me, mom, nana and papa decorated the house for a Halloween party!   I'm going to be the hit of the party in my squirrel costume!  I can't wait!  But, I hear that mom invited little people to the party, so I'm going to make an appearance, strut my stuff in my costume and then go to my room at Nana's house.   I have my very own crate there and I'm going to chill out in my room and watch scary movies and eat popcorn all night while the peeps party.  Then, when everyone leaves, I will help the peeps with clean up.  I take care of the floors, BOL! I hope all my pup pals have fabulous Halloweens!

4.  Mom got a new job.  Normally, I wouldn't care about this stuff, but this move greatly benefits me.  You see, the new job is still with the same company.  But, mom's hours are going to change and she is going to do rotating 12 hour days.  So, instead of being home alone 5 days a week while both peeps are at work, I will only be home alone three days a week MAX!!!  Woohoo!!!!

5.  I tasted the most delicious thing the other day.  Have you pups ever tried a grilled cheese sandwich?  Mom made one and she shared with me.  O.M.D.  Seriously, it's the most delicious thing ever.

6.  I do not like the new Dogster feature that tells me what diaries my pals have commented on.  It's clogging up my feed to see the diaries that my pals wrote and the photos that they posted.  It's a good idea in theory, but there's got to be better way to display it.

That's all pups!   Have a safe and happy Halloween!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Coughing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/696695</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 06:35:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm still coughing pups.  The Benadryl is not working.  Crap.  Mom nixed the Benadryl yesterday and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm still coughing pups.  The Benadryl is not working.  Crap.  Mom nixed the Benadryl yesterday and started me on roids again.  I got a nice big dose of Prednisone (YUCK!) last night before bed.  She also busted out the cough suppressants and the humidifier.   I mostly slept through the night.  I think I only woke up once coughing.   I was up early coughing and made mom get up with me.   I ate my breakfast and now I'm taking a nap again.

Mom thinks that maybe I need some fresh air, so we are going to go to the ocean today and breathe in some nice fresh air.

Tomorrow, mom is going to call the vet and ask for some antibiotics for me.  My coughs are becoming *yuck* "productive", so it may be time for some antibiotics.

I can't wait to go to the beach!  Mom says no running around, only relaxing and breathing in fresh air.  We'll see about that one....I wanna go clammin'!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, you were too slow, lady!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695997</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 17:53:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695997</guid>
		<description>Tonight, me and mom were playing tug.  Mom was sitting down on the rug with me to even the playing f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight, me and mom were playing tug.  Mom was sitting down on the rug with me to even the playing field.   The winner of each round of "tug" won a bite of chicken!  WOOHOO!  I was getting pretty into the game but mom was slowing down.   We were using a dishcloth to tug.   One time, mom tucked the cloth behind her back and she turned her head.  The mouth was snapping and the teeth were flashing looking for the cloth.  I couldn't find it. 

So, I did the only thing a dog could do.

I stepped up on mom's leg, reached out and tugged on one of her upper lady parts!   

Mom screamed.  I let go and stepped back shocked.  I didn't see the big deal.  I didn't get any flesh, only shirt.

What can I say?  It was sticking out there begging to be tugged.  And in my defense, mom's shirt was the same color as the dish cloth....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vet visit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695949</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 10:21:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the vet today for a pokin'.   I refused to cough for them and I tried to convince them tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the vet today for a pokin'.   I refused to cough for them and I tried to convince them that I was all better.   But mom ratted me out and told them that I was coughing all weekend.  Phooey!

The doctor poked my bum, tugged on my legs for a pain check, listened to my lungs and heart and checked my ears.  

Official diagnosis:  We don't know what's going on.  BOL!

My lungs are a bit raspy, but that's kinda normal for me.  I have chronic bronchitis and the vet thinks that allergies might be making it act up and making me cough.  Instead of the normal antibiotics and Prednisone, we are going to try some Benadryl.  If that makes things better but doesn't completley cure the cough, we are going to try Mucinex.  BOL!  I love those commercials with the little green monster!

So, all in all, I am OK.   For all of my troubles, I received a bone with EZ Cheeze topping!  YUM!

Since we are still working on the coughing, mom and the doctor decided that I did not need to receive my shots that I am due for!  YAY!!!  AND, since I didn't get my shots, I can't go to my grooming appointment on Saturday!  Double YAY!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Well, this explains everything!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695653</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Oct 2010 07:39:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695653</guid>
		<description>OK, I admit it.  I've been a bit grumpy lately.  I have been giving dad a very hard time and I have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, I admit it.  I've been a bit grumpy lately.  I have been giving dad a very hard time and I have been extra clingy with mom.  This has been going on for about a week.  Mom and Dad couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

Guess what happened last night....I started coughing.  A lot.  I slept through the night without coughing, but I woke up early at 4:00 AM and wanted to be up on the big bed with mom.  I stood up and started coughing like crazy.  Mom brought me up on the big bed and we cuddled and I was snoring pretty hard.   When we woke up at 8:00 AM, I coughed again.

I am feeling pretty OK other than the coughing.  I am eating, I am sleeping, I am otherwise myself.  But ugh.  This coughing has got to stop!   

Mom called the vet today.   They said that they could fit me in if it was an emergency but everyone agreed that it's not an emergency, including me, BOL!

I have an appointment for a butt poking on Monday.  Booo!

For now, I sleep.  I am on my bed in my nook and I am snoring away.   Mom says that if my cough gets worse, she will give me some cough suppressants.  Those make me even more sleepy :(

Oh well, at least I am getting lots of sympathy pats and ear scratches, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Prisoner!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695399</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 04:02:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695399</guid>
		<description>I am going to be a prisoner today.  Yup, I am being forced to spend the day in my crate.  A chimney  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am going to be a prisoner today.  Yup, I am being forced to spend the day in my crate.  A chimney sweep is coming and needs access to our attic.  Mom can't take the day off from work, so I am getting sequestered to one corner of the house for the day.  My freedom to roam the house is gone.   I am so sad.  I'm going to etch the wall with little lines for each hour that passes.  This day is going to DRAG.

Mom says I need to suck it up.   She says that I don't roam the house when she is gone.  She knows that I got to the bedroom and sleep on my bed all day long.  So, she moved my crate to the bedroom and is going to leave the TV on for me for my entertainment.  I told her to leave it on channel 5 so I can watch Ellen and the View.  I love those ladies!  Also, I want to watch the news and catch up on those Chilean miners.  What a story!  Glad they are all safe!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An outrage!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/695037</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 13:51:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!  Mom just checked her mail at work and saw all kinds of gifts and notes to me.  Mom wondered &quot;W ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  Mom just checked her mail at work and saw all kinds of gifts and notes to me.  Mom wondered "What is going on?" and then she found out that I am a Diary Pick of the Day!!!  

Mom didn't tell me this morning when we were sipping our morning coffee, watching the news and checking e-mail and Dogster.  Why?  Why did she not tell me?   Because the notification e-mail went to her SPAM inbox on gmail!   OMD!   

Gmail is soooo fired! 

Anywho, I am a diary pick of the day!  WOOHOO!!!  Thanks HQ!

Oh, and p.s.:  There is a kitty on my page!  AAAAAHHHH!!!   I can't believe it!  I'm soooo gonna chase him and eat him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daxi needs POTP!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694899</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 15:02:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey pups, are you friends with Daxi (Dakota Sioux) and her brother Sly?  If not, you should be.  The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey pups, are you friends with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1151600">Daxi (Dakota Sioux)</a> and her brother Sly?  If not, you should be.  They are super cute Mastiffs and they are very funny diary writers!  Daxi is having surgery next week on her eye and they figured they would kick her while she was down and they are doing her girly surgery at the same time!  

Can you pups please send some POTP and a PPR to Daxi?

Thanks!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bliss!  Pure bliss!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694886</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Oct 2010 14:07:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We packed up the camper yesterday and closed it for the winter.  We have to go back next weekend to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We packed up the camper yesterday and closed it for the winter.  We have to go back next weekend to fetch the lawnmower and build a box to protect our skylight on the camper ceiling, but we won't stay over.  We winterized and whatnot.   Part of winterizing is to take anything out of the camper that a mouse can make a house out of.  AND remove anything that a mouse might think is deelish so they don't have any food should they decide to visit us during the winter.

One of the things that must be mousey proofed is my crate.   I like to eat cookies in bed and therefore, I leave crumbs all over.  Mom spends a LOT of time vaccuuming around my crate and breaking it all down for the winter.  Usually, she throws away my camp bed at the end of the season.  This year, she said "You know, Chippy, we spent a lot of money on this bed.  We'll bring it home this year."

So, we did.   And today, mom put my camp bed in my special corner of the living room between the two couches.  This is the spot I like to go when I am scared or when I need a good long nap without the peeps bugging me.

Oh.

My.

Dog.

My bed fit perfect in the nook and I LOVE IT!  I haven't left my corner all day long.  I am loving it!   I have to admit that I have dozed off a few times and slipped right into a deep snoring sleep, BOL!   

My bed is staying here FOREVER!  I insist!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love.  Or not?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694654</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Oct 2010 05:38:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning, mom was enjoying her coffee on the couch.   Her feet were up on the ottoman and she wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning, mom was enjoying her coffee on the couch.   Her feet were up on the ottoman and she was pretty comfy.  I wandered over to her and stood next to her legs and gazed up at her.   We locked eyes for a couple seconds.  She kept staring at me and wondered "Good gravy.  How is it possible to love something this much.  Chippy, you are so adorable and I love..."

And I got impatient with all that mushy stuff and gave up.

I got down low to the floor and pushed her legs up and army crawled under them to get to my corner of the room between the two couches to take a nap.

Jeesh woman!   I just wanted to get by!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>World's Coolest Dog 2010</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694625</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Oct 2010 18:06:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694625</guid>
		<description>Vote for meeeeee!!!!!

This is just the beginning of my entries.  I'll let you know if we add more ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show10/vote_pet.php?i=467498">Vote for meeeeee!!!!!</a>

This is just the beginning of my entries.  I'll let you know if we add more.

Please send me links to your pages and I will vote for yoooouuu!

I already voted for Jarvis and Pepper and Rusty and Ella and we Tweeted their voting pages so they will get lots of votes!  If you wanna vote for them, you can click in my TweetBox on my Dogster page and link to their voting pages.  I'll try to Tweet everyone that I vote for, BOL!

Good luck everypup!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mishka</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694511</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Oct 2010 04:02:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey everypup!   Look!  Look how cute Mishka is!  You should all go and send her and her pack a PPR!  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey everypup!   Look!  Look how cute <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1020240">Mishka</a> is!  You should all go and send her and her pack a PPR!  Who can resist that face!  So cute!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unacceptable!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694360</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 7 Oct 2010 04:07:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, you will NOT believe what my mom did this morning!  Let me start with some background informat ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, you will NOT believe what my mom did this morning!  Let me start with some background information.   Every "work" morning, we have the same routine.  Dad gets up and does his thing.   A bit later, I get impatient and wake mom up and make her get out of bed.   Mom goes potty and then makes the coffee.  Then we go outside and I patrol my yard and take care of my business.  When we come back in, we go IMMEDIATELY to the kitchen.  Mom gives me my breakfast and makes her coffee, then we go cuddle on the couch for coffee/morning news time.

This morning, all was normal.  When we came back from yard patrol, I ran to the kitchen and did a nice strong "down" in my "place" like mom likes me to do.  I waited.   And I waited.  And I waited.    Where the woof is mom?!?!

She was no where to be found!  I waited a bit more.   I "ufffed" and "pffftt!" a couple of times, but nobody heard me!  Where is mom?  I'm hungry!

All of a sudden I saw a shadow of mom flash past the doorway to the kitchen.  She caught a glimpse of me wasting away to nothing and do you know what she did????   She LAUGHED at me!  She said "Oh Chippy, are you hungry?   I forgot and got distracted!  I'll be right in to feed you in a couple of minutes."

No woman!   You feed me now!  This is what we do!  I ran over to her and nudged her leg with my nose.  LET'S GO WOMAN! 

She went in the other direction.  Noooooo!!!!

I admit it.  I started to get woozy.  I was getting weak and the world was turning black.  I didn't know what to do.   So, I just stood there.  Wasting away and dumbfounded in the middle of the living room.   A few whimpers and whines slipped out.  I could see my own ribs through my fur.  I was shrinking.

Mom looked at me and LAUGHED again!  She said "Oh Chippy, there's no need to be so dramatic.   I think we can all afford to skip a meal or two.  You are going to survive a 5 minute delay in your breakfast."

I think I may have tipped over from the weakness.  Shock was beginning to set in.  I could barely hear mom.

Finally, out of the corner of my barely open eye, I saw mom head to the kitchen.  I used my last few stored caloried to drag my fluffy self to the kitchen where she was FINALLY dipping into the kibble bin.  I mustered up my strength and rallied and managed to scarf down a few bites.   OH SWEET BLISS!  Breakfast at last!

I finished my portion and stomped on mom's foot for a second bowl.  I think that's only right since she starved me for so long.  But she said no.  She promised that she will *supposedly* give me extra goodbye cookies when she leaves for work to make up for her neglect.  If she knows what's good for her, she will follow through on her promise.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Brrrrr!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/694261</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Oct 2010 11:23:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You know how just last week I was complaining about the heat and humidity?   Well, now I am woofing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know how just last week I was complaining about the heat and humidity?   Well, now I am woofing freezing!  The temperature has dropped a million degrees and it's cold.  Rain came in with some whipping wind and it is sooo cold!

Dad plugged in our little electric space heater last night.   Mom doesn't like it so me and dad made sure we set it up, plugged it in and got it going before she came home from work.  When mom came home, I was lounging in front of the little electric fireplace with the fake flames flickering and the heat blowing right on my face, BOL!  Dad was on the couch and we were loving life!

Mom turned our heat off and told us to tough it out.  Supposedly, it was only 69 degrees in the house and that was warm enough for the cold hearted beeyotch. 

Oh well.  Me and dad just looked at mom and said, we'll shut it off if you go cook us a nice hot meal.  So, she did.  And the heater went off.

Today, it's even colder.  Mom is home today with me because she loves me.   Mom turned on the real heat.   I was snuggled up on the couch with mom for a long time and she wrapped me up in a blankie.  It was bliss.   Dad's going to be so excited today when he gets home from work!   We have heat!  YAY!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BAD KITTY!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/693803</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Oct 2010 08:04:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I took mom out for my wake up pee this morning.   We were rounding the east side of the house and ne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I took mom out for my wake up pee this morning.   We were rounding the east side of the house and neighbor kitty was laying in the grass.   I looked at him.  He looked at me.  I didn't bark.  Mom said good boy and she let me go a bit closer.  That's when I saw it.   Neighbor kitty had....

A CHIPMUNK!

Neighbor kitty was laying in the grass watching a chipmunk breathe it's last breaths.   Neighbor kitty was exhausted and he was just laying there watching the chipmunk die.

I yelled "KITTY!  GIMME YOUR CHIPMUNK!  I WANNA EAT HIM!"

Neightbor kitty hissed "NO!  This is a present for my mom!  You can't have him!"

He called for back up and neighbor kitty #2 came around the corner.   He hissed "Leave my brother alone.  That chipmunk is a present for our mom. She's going to be so happy when we bring him to her."

I yelled "BAD KITTY!  Your mom doesn't want a chipmunk!  Give him to me.  I wanna eat him!"

We were barking and hissing back and forth for a bit and Mom finally saw what the squabble was all about.  She said "No Chippy.  Leave it!  That's the kitty's chipmunk.  Besides, it's not quite dead yet.  Let the kitty finish what he was doing."  And she tugged my leash and made me leave the kitties and the chipmunk.

My mom is SO mean!  Can you believe that she sided with the kitties?  If I ever catch a chipmunk, there is NO WAY I am giving him to her as a present!  Cleary, she doesn't appreciate the value of a fresh kill chipmunk on it's last breath.  I'm keeping him all to myself!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Momma's Boy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/693632</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Oct 2010 17:26:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/693632</guid>
		<description>Pups, I am a self-proclaimed Momma's boy.  It's no secret.  Anyone who knows me knows that I will do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I am a self-proclaimed Momma's boy.  It's no secret.  Anyone who knows me knows that I will do anything for my mom.  I try to convince her that I am in charge sometimes.   I completely recognize that I am not in charge.  After all, mom is the one that controls the kibble.  

However, I do know that I have mom wrapped right around my little paw and I can get her to do pretty much anything.  Take, for example, last night.

Ugh.  We had a big old tropical storm of some sort blow through the area today.   For the record, it was September 30.  It should be cool air, brisk breeze, leaves falling, apple picking weather.  Instead, it was 85 degrees and HUMID!  UGH!

Mom had already taken all of the air conditioners out of the windows.  I was not pleased.   I was sticky.  I had a Chow fro.  And I was H.O.T.  I panted this way.  I panted that way.  I panted in mom's face.  She didn't care.  She is heartless.

When it was time for bed, mom opened the windows in the bedroom.  Oh.  My.  Dog.  It was like a tornado!  Winds whipping every which direction!  The curtains were flying all over and the doors were slamming and worst of all, the wind wasn't helping!  It was a hot, humid wind.  YUCK!

I'll admit it.  I was scared.  The wind made me nervous.  I was having flashbacks of Katrina.  Yikes.   I was pacing and panting and glued to mom's side.  She put me up in the bed with her and dad.   I glued myself to mom's side.

I laid next to her and panted in her face.  I was very cuddly.  That's very unlike me.

We watched "Jersey Shore" and the wind was blowblowblowing us all over. The curtains were flying around and the tree branches were hitting the screens on the windows.  OMD.  I was so scared.

Right about when Snooki was knocking the crap out of Angelina, I looked at mom with my big puppy dog eyes and said "Please mom.  Please can you go get the AC and put it in the window?"  I gave her a big kiss on the face and said "Please?"

Mom said "OK Chippy.  I'll do it for you."

She went and got our AC out of storage and installed it in our bedroom window at 11:00 at night!  Aaaaah!  Much better!

BOL!  Who has the power?  Who's in control in this relationship?!?  

ME!  Hahahahaha!  Because I'm a Momma's Boy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cuppycakes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/692690</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 16:38:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and Dad ate dinner in the living room tonight.  I was cuddlin' with Mom on the couch while Dad f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and Dad ate dinner in the living room tonight.  I was cuddlin' with Mom on the couch while Dad finished his desert.  Dad had two chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.  He put the plate down on the big ottoman and there was one cupcake left.  He thought I didn't see it.

But I did.

I planned my strategy.  I cuddled with mom a bit more and kept one eye on the cuppycake.  I didn't want them to catch on that I knew it was there.

Dad laid back on the loveseat, kicked his feet up on the ottoman next to the cuppycake and exclaimed "Whew!  I'm stuffed!".

I gave mom a big kiss on the face, making sure it was nice and slobbery all over her eyes.

While she was wiping her eyes clear of my kisses, I made my move.

One fell swoop!  Like a bolt of black lightening!  Off the couch, to the other side of the ottoman and OM NOM NOM!  Down the hatch cuppycake!

I was standing there with frosting all over my face and the cuppycake stuck in my mouth frozen.  I didn't know what to do.  It was so delicious.  Oooooohhhh so delicious!  Do I lick the frosting?  Do I inhale the cuppycake all in one big bite?  Do I eat the paper thingy on the bottom?  Or do I eat it wedding style and smush it all over my face?

While I was deciding, mom ran over, suddenly able to see again and snatched my cuppycake right out of my mouth!  She even put me in a headlock while she cleaned up the cuppycake crumbs and frosting that fell all over the rug.  How rude is that?

I did get a nice big hunk of chocolate cuppycake and most of the frosting.   And lets face it...the frosting is the best part.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Serious Stuff....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/691605</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 14:10:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi Pups, 

I was hoping that all of my pals could take a quick moment to send some POTP to my dogg ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi Pups, 

I was hoping that all of my pals could take a quick moment to send some POTP to my doggie cousin Callie.  Callie is mom's uncle's dog.  She's a chocolate lab, maybe about 4-5 years old.  She camps at my campground and we see her all summer long. She's a very happy, easy going, fun loving, wonderful, loving and loved pup.

Yesterday she wasn't feeling herself.  She was quiet, lethargic and just not normal.  She was having a hard time standing up and things weren't right.  Her dad took her to the vet and the vet said that she needed to go to the emergency vet right away.  I hate to give gory details, but her eyes and gums were bleeding by this point.

She is at the e-vet now.  They think she ate some sort of poison, potentially coyote bait.  The vet told her dad that the only thing that *might* save her is a complete blood transfusion, but that it was very, very expensive and may not work.  Her dad said to do it and do it now.

Callie's dad (mom's uncle) is very upset and can barley talk.  He hasn't left Callie's side since yesterday and is refusing to take breaks to eat or to sleep.  Callie and mom's uncle are best friends in all senses of the word.

Could everyone please say a special prayer, send some good thoughts or some POTP to Callie and her dad?   I know POTP works and I am hoping that it helps Callie.    Too many pups have gone to the bridge lately and I would be really sad to see one more make their journey.   We are sending all of our POTP, prayers and good vibes to Callie and mom's uncle. 

p.s. To those that are friends with mom on Facebook, please don't post anything there.  We're not sure how much mom's cousins who are away at college know and she doesn't want them to find out on FB :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Because it's cozy.  That's why.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690795</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 14:38:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning I woke up and I was FREEZING!  There were icicles on my whiskers!  I poked my cold nose ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning I woke up and I was FREEZING!  There were icicles on my whiskers!  I poked my cold nose on mom's arm and she got the point.  She got out of bed and turned on the heat in the camper.  Aaaaahhh...much better!  I couldn't get close enough to the heat vents.  

But then, mom and dad started packing up and we headed home.  In the cold.  And in the rain.  Brrrr...

We got home and I was very tired.  Me, mom and dad all flopped on the couch to watch the Patriots season opener.   Me and dad really wanted to turn on the heat.  Mom said no.  She said it's too early for the heat, so use blankets.  She threw one on dad and herself and said "Chippy, you don't usually like blankets, but do you want to try again today?  Maybe you will like it."

I didn't answer and next thing I knew, she put a red fleecy over me.  She tucked the corners in under my bum and my sides and she wrapped the two front corners around my head and tucked them under my chin.  Ooooohhhh...that felt nice!   I plopped my head down and I was O.U.T. like a light!   I slept on the couch (snoring!) with mom in my blanket cocoon for over an hour!   When I woke up, I looked back at mom and smiled.  She said "Chippy, I'm surprised that you like that blanket like that.  Usually you don't like to be restrained like that."

Um.  Yeah.  I like it because it's cozy and it's freaking freezing in here.   That's why.  Now tuck my tail back in.  It's getting cold.  Thank you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OMD!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690286</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Sep 2010 06:51:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690286</guid>
		<description>Mom's kind of into Twitter and dabbles in it every now and then. She's more of a lurker than a tweet ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's kind of into Twitter and dabbles in it every now and then. She's more of a lurker than a tweeter.  Anyways, she was looking at her "Who to follow" list and Barack Obama was there.  Mom clicked on him and found out that BARACK OBAMA FOLLOWS DOGSTER ON TWITTER!  How cool is that?  Our president follows Dogster on Twitter!  That's pretty cool.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh boy...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690281</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Sep 2010 05:56:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690281</guid>
		<description>I admit it. It's been a while since my last spa day.  I don't think I have had a hair cut since June ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I admit it. It's been a while since my last spa day.  I don't think I have had a hair cut since June.  Personally, I think I am smelling just perfect and my furs are almost just the right length.   After all, I am naturally a good looking dog.

BUT, my paw fur is a bit out of control.  So much so, that when my aunt was camping with us last weekend, she called me <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.kitsilano.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/grinch_dog.jpg">Grinch Feet</a>.  See the little tufts on the Grinch's feet?  That's what I have on my feet.

So, Mom and my aunt came up with an idea.   The leaves are falling and apples are being picked.  My lovely ladies have decided to dress me up as the Grinch for Halloween this year. UGH!  I don't think they will be able to find a costume, so I think I am OK.  

Can you believe the nerve of them calling me a "Grinch"???  I know I'm a bit grumpy, but I am no Grinch!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vacation!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/690194</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Sep 2010 15:42:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!  We are on vacation!  On Friday, mom starting putting all of our stuff into bags and she kept s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  We are on vacation!  On Friday, mom starting putting all of our stuff into bags and she kept saying "Chippy, pack your bags!  We are going on vacation!"  So, I did.  I packed my kibble and my leash and my blue doggy paw bandana and off we went.  We are at camp for a whole week!  WOOHOO!

All the kids have gone back to school and it's just me, mom and dad at the campground.  Sure, there are some older folks here with us, but I don't mind them. They are quiet and they tell me how cute I am.  

So far this week, we have been super lazy and have done nothing but relax and go for long walks. Aaaahhh...this is the life!

Tomorrow, mom says we are going to do some gardening.  I'm going to help her dig holes for plants. WOOHOO!

I hope vacation never ends!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Clean this.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/686599</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 17:24:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I peed in the laudry room.  

After dinner, I was acting a little funny and sneaking all aro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I peed in the laudry room.  

After dinner, I was acting a little funny and sneaking all around the house.   I went into the laundry room.  Dad thought "Huh.  He never goes in there."  It's true.  I don't go in there.  The scary washer and dryer are in there.  But Dad didn't come check on me.

All of a sudden, I came running out of the laundry room leaving little Chow Chow pee pee paw prints all across the kitchen.  Dad yelled "BABE!  Chipper peed in the house!"

Mom came in and saw my foot prints.  She looked at me with a sad face.   We all went in and admired my work.  There on the floor, right in front of the washer was a Chippy puddle.

Mom gave me a hug and kissed my head.  She thinks I'm not feeling too well.   I'm on Prednisone which makes me pee a lot.  And my urine is still very dilute, so it's possible that something is wrong with my kidneys.  I still have to bring the vet another pee sample for her to analyze.  Either way, Mom wasn't mad.  She asked Dad to take me outside to see if I had more pee to do.  I didn't, but I had two diarrhea poops.

I don't know what the big deal is.  I had to go.  So I went.  At least it was in the laundry room.  Easy clean up.  See how considerate I am?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New friend...or so I thought</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/683897</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 07:04:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me, mom and dad went on a long walk around the campground yesterday.  We walked up to a section of t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me, mom and dad went on a long walk around the campground yesterday.  We walked up to a section of the campground that we have never been to.   I was sniffsniffsniffing my way around and doing my thing to let all the other dogs know that I was there, BOL!.   A man was mowing his lawn on his campsite.  He saw me and all my handsomeness and he stopped mowing.  He went to his truck and got a cookie.  He called me over and gave me the cookie!   WOOHOO!!! SCORE!

But then.....when I had the cookie in my mouth, he reached down and patted my head. It was all one fell swoop.  Cookie offered, pat on head.  Grrrr...

Mom said "Thank you for the cookie, but please don't pat him when he's eating.  He frequently guards his cookies when he's eating."

The guy KEPT PATTING and told mom "You know, I had two German Shepards and the first thing I did when they were puppies was to give them a cookie and when they went to eat it, I'd take it away.  If they growled or looked at me funny, I whacked them on the nose and did it again.  Didn't take long and they learned."

EEK!   Go ahead and try to nose bop me mister!  My cookie!

I stopped eating my cookie and looked up at him.  He tried to pat me again.   With cookie in my mouf!  I let him because I didn't want to be forced to lay the smack down in the event that he nose bopped me.

Mom said "Well, thank you for the cookie, but we have to get going."  And she pulled me away from my cookie crumbs.   I didn't want them anyways.  I was afraid he was gonna nose bop me!



Editors Note from Mom:  Chipper did great and didn't growl or guard the cookie from the guy.   Such a good boy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cap'n Chipper!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/683445</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 14:16:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a boat dog!   I went boating today with Nana, Papa and mom.  At first I was a little scared.  I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a boat dog!   I went boating today with Nana, Papa and mom.  At first I was a little scared.  I sat with mom on the bench in the bow of the boat.   Papa drove us around the lake.   I was getting splashed in the face with lake water.  At first I was a little put off by this, but when the sun came out, I admit...the splashes felt good.

We parked the boat in the middle of the lake and Papa started to fish.  I got a little braver and decided to explore the boat.   I made it to the back of the boat and Nana showed me a big cooler full of minnows!  OH!  I want one!  Mom said no, I was not allowed to jump in the cooler.  I pouted a bit, so mom grabbed a fish to show me. OH!!!  A FISH!!!!  I tried to sniff him and he flopped out of mom's hand.

I was on him.  I pawed his slippery self and then GULP!  Down the hatch he went!  OM NOM NOM!  Deelish!

I was happier on the boat after that.  I didn't know there was sushi involved in the trip! 

I think I will go out on the boat again.   I will admit that it was kinda fun.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WAKE UP!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/683097</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 08:11:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a new habit.  It's my new favorite thing to do.

I sleep in the bed with mom and dad.  I sl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a new habit.  It's my new favorite thing to do.

I sleep in the bed with mom and dad.  I sleep right in between their legs at the foot of the bed.   Sometimes, I get bored.  Sometimes I am done sleeping before they are done sleeping.   I learned that I am not supposed to visit the other end of the bed before they are done sleeping.  So, I taught myself a new trick.

When the alarm goes off, mom usually hits snooze and dozes off for a few more seconds.  NOT FAIR!  It's time to wake up! I heard the alarm!  I heard it!

So, I lay down at the foot of the bed.  And I don't move.   And I yell "WOOF!  Get up now!".   Mom says "Chippy, quiet!"  and that's how I know she's awake.  So, I go up to her end of the bed and nose her for cuddles.   Usually she has to pee right away, so we get out of bed and start our day!  YAY!

p.s. Mom tried to ignore my woofing this morning.  Not a good idea.   I moved on to pawing her foot AND woofing.  It worked.  She got up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>VACATION!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/683084</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 06:48:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woohoo!!!  Mom and dad are on vacation!  When dad gets home from work today, we are going to camp fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!!!  Mom and dad are on vacation!  When dad gets home from work today, we are going to camp for a whole week!  YEAH!  Mom says that I have to tolerate some visitors in my camper tomorrow, including two BABIES!   They are the wobbly kind of babies, just learning to walk.  No thanks.  I think I'll nap in my crate while they visit.  When the visitors leave, it will be just me, mom and dad at camp for TEN days!  WOOHOO!

We don't have any major plans, just a lot of R&R.  Dad says that we are going to all my favorite hills for long walks in the woods.  Stratham Hill one day, Wagon Hill the next day and maybe, just maybe, we will go waterfall hunting again this summer!  If it's cool enough out and mom's leg holds up we might take a ride to the mountains and go find a nice waterfall.  YAY!   There is no better water to drink than a fresh mountain waterfall, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lazy weekend and the Great Cow Escape</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/681305</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 18:05:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a very lazy weekend at home.  No camp this weekend.  It was too rainy.  We aren't complaining ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a very lazy weekend at home.  No camp this weekend.  It was too rainy.  We aren't complaining since we really needed the rain.  We cleaned the house today and lounged around.

Mom was washing the dishes when she yelled to me and dad "QUICK! Look out the window!"

There, in the street right in front of our house was a COW!   A big old cow strutting his stuff right in front of our house, BOL!  He escaped from his field across the street.   Neighbor labby was out there and he was trying to corral the cow back into his pen.   All of a sudden, two pick up trucks showed up and boxed the cow in by his barn.   They managed to wrangle him into the barn and now he is munching the grass with his two compadres in their field.

That was our big excitement of the day!  BOL!  Runaway cow!  I say since he doesn't know how to behave, make him into hamburgers, steak and BULLY STICKS!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pee catching</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/681117</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Jul 2010 15:47:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I went to the vet yesterday.  Mom chased me around early in the morning to catch my pee (BEFORE  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I went to the vet yesterday.  Mom chased me around early in the morning to catch my pee (BEFORE her coffee!).  She's such a pain.  I had to go really, really, really bad.  She made me wait while I was doing the pee dance (you know, that's when you do the two step with your back feet and the quick step with the front feet and sing gottagogottagogottago right now!).   She grabbed a tupperware, some zip locs and off we went.  

I was happily sniffing the grass when I assumed the position and hoisted my leg.  Next thing I know, mom shoved the tupperware under there and hit my whizzer!   It retracted and I gave mom the look of death.  How dare she hit the royal whizzer!

After I was sure she had learned her lesson, we continued onwards.  I found another good spot and assumed the position.   This time mom put the tupperware on the grass and slid it under me.   No whizzer contact, thank dog.  

The flood gates opened and mom caught my pee.   It was an Austin Powers type of pee and it seemed to go on forever.  My leg got tired, so I tried to put the hoisted leg down.  It landed IN the tupperware!  EW!   Luckily mom used a big tupperware, so I didn't get any on me and I didn't spill it.  But mom yelled at me, so I hoised that leg right back up.

After all of that trauma, I really wanted to see what we had produced.  Mom kept yelling "NO! Chippy!  Don't lick the pee!" and "NO!  Chippy!  Don't nose the bowl!"  Like I said, she's such a pain.

Mom put my pee in the zip loc bags (double bagged!) for the vet and we brought it in the house and put it in the fridge.

When we went to the vet, they checked out my pee. They were pretty impressed with the volume. However, they were concerned with two things....it was very dilute and it had white blood cells in it.  Mom told the vet that I am drinking more than normal.   The vet thought it was best if we did a few things....take some blood and run a lot of tests on it, start me on an antibiotic (for a potential UTI and my cough) and pending the results of my blood tests, start me on long term Prednisone for my cough.

So, here's the good news:  I am negative for heartworm, all the tick-borne diseases, diabetes (my urine glucose was WONDERFUL!)and a couple other things.  AND! The other vet called today to say that my blood work came back fine and nothing is glaringly bad, so she said not to worry over the weekend.  YAY!  She said that my vet would call on Monday to talk more and to discuss the Prednisone, but she didn't want mom to worry all weekend, so she called to say all was good.

The not-too-bad news:  The vet is still concerned with why my urine is so dilute.  We have to figure that one out still.   She said it could be as simple as a UTI or a kidney infection or it could be something more complicated.   We are going to retest after my antibiotics are done.  In the meantime, mom has to watch me for how much I am drinking.  She also has to watch to see if I have "problems" peeing or if there is blood in my urine.  We shall see what comes of that.  I will keep everyone posted.

Can't wait for round 2 of pee catching!  We're going to have dad film this round, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A pokin' is a brewin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/680749</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 18:29:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got an e-mail last week.  It said &quot;Chipper should come to the vet and get lots of cookies!  And  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got an e-mail last week.  It said "Chipper should come to the vet and get lots of cookies!  And while he is there, he should get his poo checked, his pee checked and his blood checked.  Call us!"

So, in the interest of the cookies, I had mom call them today.  I guess I can make a small donation for the cause.  They can have my poo, pee and blood if they give me enough cookies.  It's all about bartering.

But them I heard mom say "Oh, no, we don't want a tech appointment.  Can we see a doctor?  Chipper's been coughing a lot and I'd like to get him checked out."

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!  "Checked out" means that I am going to get poked!  I'm OK, really I am!  Why do I have to get poked?!?

So now, I go in at 3:45 PM on Friday for a full on poking.  Hmph.

That vet had better break out the EZCheese.  Last time I was there, they were out.  I hope they restocked.

p.s.  I have a sneaking suspicion that mom made up the cookie part of the e-mail.  I think she was trying to sugar coat the fact that they asked me to come in for a "geriatric" exam.   I know about it.  I read it over her shoulder.   Whatever.  I hear "geriatric" means more cookies!  I'm in!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HOT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/680587</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Jul 2010 16:13:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMG.  It's so freaking hot here.   Seriously, it's 99+ woofing degrees!  I almost had to call the SP ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMG.  It's so freaking hot here.   Seriously, it's 99+ woofing degrees!  I almost had to call the SPCA.   Mom and dad left me home today with only ONE air conditioner on!   The bedroom was somewhat cool, but the rest of my castle was H.O.T!   Granted, I like to hang out in the bedroom, but I do NOT like to be restricted to one room!  I need my freedom!  I made sure to give mom the evil eye when she came home.  It worked because she put the big AC in the living room window.

Now, I am laying on the couch in front of the AC trying to cool down.   I can't believe the things I put up with.   I think they need to install central air like we have in the camper.  That's much better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Deelish!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/679534</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 18:41:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>While the peeps were eating dinner tonight, they gave me a pig ear.  I took that bad boy, nibbled it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ While the peeps were eating dinner tonight, they gave me a pig ear.  I took that bad boy, nibbled it a bit and decided that I needed more.   I went over and pawed mom's leg.  "Gimme more!"

After a few pawings, she finally got the hint and tossed me my curly bully stick.  FINALLY!

I pounced that bad boy and ran right over to my chewing rug in front of the stove.  I rustled around a bit, wrestled the bully stick a bit and suddenly, I jumped back!  "BRILLIANT!", I yelled out!  "SIMPLY BRILLIANT!"

I stood in stared for a minute and admired my work.  I had placed my pig ear AROUND my bully stick.  The two intertwined and comingled.   Just like bacon-wrapped scallops.   A perfect match.

Deelish.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chippycake!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/678126</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 18:12:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom tried to make me into a Chippycake today!  We were happily hanging out with Nana, Papa and Uncle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom tried to make me into a Chippycake today!  We were happily hanging out with Nana, Papa and Uncle Mike while Nana was doing some planting.  Mom helped a little and then got tired.  So she figured we could sit in a camp chair and offer some moral support.

Mom picked out a nice camp chair.  One with a foot rest.  I assumed the position, just to mom's left, partially under the picnic table and next thing I know, CRASH!  BANG!  BOOM!!!  Mom came tumbling down!

She came crashing down on me screaming all the way!   AAAHHH!!!   I thought she was going to flatten me lake a pancake!  A Chippycake!

I hippety hopped out of the way, but mom didn't make out so good.  She sprained her knee and her ankle and she spent Father's day in the hospital emergency room.  

Now she has scary crutches and she is hurting a bit.  Mom says she can't walk me for a while and that I have to play Nurse Chippy all over again.   We'll see about that one....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wait.  This is a joke, right?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/677633</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 06:41:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me, mom and dad went to mom's Nana's house last night.   Why?  Ask me why?!?

We went so that Dad  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me, mom and dad went to mom's Nana's house last night.   Why?  Ask me why?!?

We went so that Dad could meet Smokey to see if he could come live with us.  Who is Smokey?  ASK ME who Smokey is?!?  Go ahead, ASK!

Smokey is Nana's kitty.   Yeah.  A kitty.   Mom and Dad want to adopt Nana's kitty.  And they want to bring him here to live with us.  Oh.  My.  Dog.

You know, I do feel bad that Smokey has no place to live and that he lost his beloved human.   I feel bad that mom's family is taking turns going over to Nana's house to spend time with Smokey and feed him and let him in and out and in again.  But really, does he have to come live with ME?!?

This is outrageous!  Mom says that I can't chase him or nibble on him.  She also says that Head Chompings are not allowed (So unfair, right Ella?!?!).  And she says that I have to allow Smokey to cuddle with MY MOM!  UGH!   Oh!  And she says that I can't eat his food.   Not fair!   AND, she said that we will have a box of kitty poos and I will NOT be allowed to eat them!  Preposterous! 

Smokey has one week to find a home.  If he doesn't find one, he is coming here.  Everyone keep your paws crossed that he finds a home some place else!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>EEK!   AHHH!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/677307</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 05:22:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, Sunday I was hanging out with the fam.  They were all being mopey and I was making my rounds.  M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, Sunday I was hanging out with the fam.  They were all being mopey and I was making my rounds.  My aunt was there and we were getting along.  Things haven't always been great between us.  She's a cat person.  I'm a dog.  I "annoy" her with my panting and my licking, BOL!  And once, I kinda bit her on the hand, but I didn't hurt her.  Still, our relationship is a work in progress.

As I was making my rounds, she tapped the couch cushion next to her and said "Chipper, come on up."

OK!  Up I went!  I figured she wanted a hug or something.

Well, when I jumped up, we were eye to eye, nose to nose, breath (EW!) to breath (EW!), a little too close to each other. She screamed EEEEK!!!   And I yelled AAAAHHHH!!!

And I jumped back down, BOL!  Neither of us expected to be that close to each other, BOL!

Everyone in the room laughed and asked her why she wanted me up there if she was just going to yell at me.  And she said "I didn't think he'd actually come up there!", BOL!   And I said "Yeah, I thought she was gonna give me her seat!" BOL!

She wanted to try it again and said "Chippy, come on up." and patted the couch again.  I looked at her and said "No way lady! Not if you're gonna yell again!" and I ran over to Papa to hide from her, BOL!

People are crazy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Everyone needs a furry friend sometimes</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/677303</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 04:38:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, we did not have a good weekend.  We did not go to camp like we thought we would.  Mom's n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, we did not have a good weekend.  We did not go to camp like we thought we would.  Mom's nana got sick and she went to the hospital on Friday.   We went to stay with my Nana and Papa for the weekend so we could keep tabs on Mom's Nana.  I am sad to report that she didn't make it through the weekend.  She went to heaven on Saturday night.

Everyone was very sad.  It was very unexpected.

Mom was really sad on Saturday night.  I cuddled with her all night long and licked her face a LOT.  Usually I'm not the cuddling type, but I knew it would make mom feel better, so I toughed it out.

On Sunday, we hung out with the family and I made my rounds being Mr. Consoling.   I let everyone pat me and Papa gave me lots of pats.  He was especially sad because mom's Nana is Papa's mother.  He was very sad.

Mom was proud of me for behaving and for helping everyone heal a little bit.  She also was proud of me for providing a bit of comic relief over the weekend.

Mom says this is why humans have dogs.  Unconditional love and the power to heal by just being there.  We are special and we have special healing powers.   Us dogs are awesome.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/676629</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 03:58:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am going to the groomer today.  It's time to get even more handsome, as if that were possible.   M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am going to the groomer today.  It's time to get even more handsome, as if that were possible.   Mom's trying to decide if it's time for my summer cut.  I don't think so.   Maybe in July.  

When mom picks me up, we are going to pack up the car and we are going to camp!   WOOHOO!  Dad is going on a camping trip out in the woods for my soon-to-be-Uncle's bachelor party.   They are canoeing down a river and camping overnight.   That means that it's just me and mom at camp this weekend!  WOOHOO!   We need a little quality time since she abandoned me this week!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged by Rinky!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/676588</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 17:50:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Here's how you play: There are five questions for you to answer, and then you tag your pals (as many ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Here's how you play: There are five questions for you to answer, and then you tag your pals (as many as you like!), inviting them to answer the questions in their diaries and then tag their friends!

The only new rule is...if a pup pal has been tagged by ANY OTHER PUP they CANNOT be tagged again. (No repeat tagging) So, let's start and have some summer fun. TAG YOU'RE IT!!


HERE WE GO!!!

<b>1. WHERE DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?</b>
Right were a good pup deserves to be...right in between mom and dad on the bed!

<b>2. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME(S) THAT YOUR PAWRENTS CALL YOU?</b>
Oh dog.  Mom calls me all kinds of things...Buddy, Bud Bud, Chippy, Tubby, Buddy Boy.

Dad has two nicknames for me....The Round One and Chip Nuts.

I don't appreciate any of them.

<b>3. NOW THAT IT'S SUMMER, WILL YOU BE GETTING MORE COLD TREATS LIKE FROSTY PAWS, ICE CUBES OR ICE CREAM, ETC.? </b>
Yes!  Mom is due to make me a batch of Frosty Paws!  And, she promised me a big slice of WATERMELON this weekend!!!!

<b>4. NOW THAT SUMMER IS HERE, DO YOU HAVE A SWIMMING POOL YOU USE WHEN ITS HOT?</b>
No way, Jose!   I do NOT like to get wet!  Sometimes when I am hot, I dip my toes in the lake at camp.  But I never go in any further than my toes.

<b>5. WHAT'S ONE THING YOU DO THAT DRIVES YOUR PAWRENTS CRAZY?</b>
Since I am a Chow Chow, it is my job in life to drive my parents crazy.  Mostly by being stubborn.  I know what I want, when I want it and how I'm going to get it.  If you want me to do things your way, there had better be a good reason for it!   



I don't know who I'm going to tag yet, but I will tag some pups soon!  Beware!  I'm coming!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Momma's boy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/676453</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jun 2010 18:33:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom left me.  She left me for THREE whole days!!!  She flew to Indianapolis, Indiana for TWO whole n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom left me.  She left me for THREE whole days!!!  She flew to Indianapolis, Indiana for TWO whole nights!   She left me home alone with Dad.   Hmph.

We had some pretty good man time.  Beer kegs, poker, pizza, White Castle burgers and a whole lot of butt scratching.  

At least that's what I wanted to tell mom.   

But instead, Dad ratted me out.   When mom called last night, Dad told her that I was walking around the house looking for her and whining.  And then he told her that when I went out to potty and I saw her car that I ran up to the car and sniffed all around it looking for mom.  And then I cried when I couldn't find her.   

Fink.   Liar.  Tattle tale.

But I guess I forgive him.  Mom would have known how much I miss her.  Because when she came home tonight, I was eating dinner with dad.  I heard the door and RAN to the stairs CRYING the whole way.   Mom was coming up the stairs and I, Chipper T. Dog, did zoomies of joy.   Then, I ran down the first three stairs so I could reach mom's face and I kissed her face off.  From forehead to chin.  Whining and laughing and crying the whole time. She gave me big hugs and kisses and I would NOT leave her side for the next two hours.  No way was she getting out of my site again.

So I think she would have known that I missed her.  After all, I am a HUGE momma's boy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Neglect</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/675822</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Jun 2010 06:06:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/675822</guid>
		<description>For the past two days, I have been trying my best to bend my tubby self in half to lick the back of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For the past two days, I have been trying my best to bend my tubby self in half to lick the back of my back leg.   Chows are NOT the most flexible pups.   Everytime I would lose my balance and slip I would flash mom a dirty look.  Because it was her fault.

Last night, mom was patting me in bed and giving me a massage while we were watching a movie. She made it to my back leg and yelled "EW!!! EEEWWW!!!  YUCK!   A TICK!"

She got out of bed, threw on the big lights in the bedroom and next thing I know, she's all up in my back end with a pair of tweezers!   She grabbed that sucker by the head and pulled it off of me.  That sucker was H.U.G.E.!   And, I'll be honest, he had a good grip on me so some of my skin and fur came off with him.  OUCH!

I HATE TICKS!

Why didn't mom know that he was there?  I have been trying to tell her for two days!!!!   I'm neglected, I tell ya.  Neglected.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WOOHOO!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/674062</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 May 2010 05:01:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/674062</guid>
		<description>Guess what mom just told me!!!

She told me that she isn't going back to work until next Wednesday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what mom just told me!!!

She told me that she isn't going back to work until next Wednesday!!!!  She's on vacation for a long weekend!  She has some errands to do today, so I'm going to stay home and take a nice long nap because it's going to be a LONG weekend!!!  When she comes home, we are going to camp for a LONG time!   YEAH!   Since it's a holiday weekend, mom says I'm going to have to deal with intruders at my camp for BBQs, including two *gasp!* babies.   I will only tolerate this IF they promise to drop lots of burgers, hot dogs, chips and watermelon in the grass for me.

Happy Memorial Day everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Feelin' hot hot hot!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/673793</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 May 2010 16:48:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WHEW!  It is H.O.T. here!!!    It's not even Memorial Day (the &quot;official&quot; start of summer) and it is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WHEW!  It is H.O.T. here!!!    It's not even Memorial Day (the "official" start of summer) and it is OVER 90 degrees here!   I am so hot!   

Mom put the window AC in the bedroom, but it's not enough to cool the whole house.  During the day, when I am home alone, the living room gets down to a measley 82 degrees!    The bedroom is cooler, but who wants to hang out in there?!?   I can't lay on the rug or guard the front door from the bedroom.

Then, today when mom came home, guess what she did????

She turned OFF the AC and said it was time to give it a break.   She opened the windows to let the heat in and now I am SWEATING!   Right out my paws!  And I'm panting and giving mom dirty looks.

Mom says she will turn the AC on again when it's bed time.  She also says that it's going to cool down tonight.  I.  Don't.  Care.   Right now I am H.O.T.!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Creature of Habit</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/673594</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 May 2010 15:17:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's mom.   Creature of habit.   

It is going to take her FUREVER to get used to new Dogster!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's mom.   Creature of habit.   

It is going to take her FUREVER to get used to new Dogster!  EEK!

Don't get me wrong, we like it.  We really like it.  

But Oh dear lord!  How are we supposed to find everything?!?

Mom's going to have to call in sick to work tomorrow so we can work on this new Dogster thing and find out where everything is, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grilled Goodness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/673433</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 May 2010 17:43:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had a BBQ at camp this weekend.   

OK, so maybe we had THREE BBQs at camp this weekend!  

M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a BBQ at camp this weekend.   

OK, so maybe we had THREE BBQs at camp this weekend!  

Mom dropped a hamburger on the ground.   She picked it up and put it in foil.   She wrote on it "FOR CHIPPER".

Tonight, she broke out the hamburger for training snacks!!! 

I did sit, down, look, spin, tug, stand and more!   You name the trick and I did it.  I'll do anything for hamburger!   YUMMY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Impatience</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/672859</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 May 2010 05:32:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/672859</guid>
		<description>I have NO patience when it comes to my food.    I feed promptly at 7:15 AM Monday-Friday, before the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have NO patience when it comes to my food.    I feed promptly at 7:15 AM Monday-Friday, before the peeps go to work.   

For some reason, mom thinks it's OK to delay my feeding when she takes the day off.   Mom is off today.   It's 8:30.  No breakfast.

So I wait.

And I stare.

And I pace.

Making sure to give mom the stink eye with each pass.

How am I expected to nap today if I don't get my breakfast on time?

UGH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ups and Downs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/672127</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 May 2010 15:07:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, it was our first overnight of 2010 at camp last night!  WOOHOO!!!   We arrived mid-aftern ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, it was our first overnight of 2010 at camp last night!  WOOHOO!!!   We arrived mid-afternoon after dad's neice's birthday party.   It was windy as all get out and a bit chilly.   Mom decided to flush our water lines one more time before the humans showered and brushed their teeth with the water.  So, she turned on the tub and the kitchen sink.   We unloaded the car and Nana came over to say hi!  YAY!!!!

Me, mom and nana sat outside for about 10 minutes, then dad joined us.  The humans were admiring the lake while I hunted black flies.   All of a sudden, mom looked at dad and said "OMG!  Did you open the water drain from the camper to the sewer?!?"

Dad ran out back.   Mom ran into the camper with me.

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!  Water everywhere!!!!  FLOODED!    

Mom yelled "Chipper, in your crate!"

Oh hells no!  That's where the water was!  The water was streteched out from the very back of the camper where the bath room and my crate are, all the way to the front!   I slammed on the brakes and jumped up on mom's bed which is in the front of the camper.  Mom picked me up and put me in my crate!  GAH!


I pouted in my crate while mom and dad used ALL the towels to clean up the flood.  It was pretty funny to watch them be all grumpy with each other and they were SOAKED, BOL!

Once we recovered from that, we took a long walk around the campground to say hello to everypup.    When we got back, me and mom lit us a camp fire.  Then I remembered that I don't like camp fires and I asked to go to bed.   I was snug as a bug in a rug while the humans camp fired.

Today, I went for yet another walk around the camp ground and then me, mom and nana sat outside admiring the lake.

Nana had to head home a bit early, so we all went in the camper to figure some stuff out.  When nana was coming in, she let her hand down a little too low and I smelt her yogurt container.  SHE DIDN'T FINISH HER YOGURT!!!!!!    I knew it!   I was watching her and she threw it in the TRASH!!!  Then, she bent down and tried to take it back!   I couldn't believe it!!!!   I got so made and I BARKED at her and growled!   Mom was not happy and I got myself a time out.

Mom left me in my crate for a bit while she helped nana at her site.  When she was done, she came and got dad and they went out for lunch and left me home alone.  I was super grumpy and needed a nap.

When they came back, I was still grumpy when mom let me out of my crate.   Mom got down on her knees and gave me a big hug.   She said "Chippy, why are you so...oooohhh....I see!" and that's when she FINALLY realized that I had a big PINECONE stuck in my fur!  It was there from when we were outside with Nana earlier!!!!  Right on my belly fur, stuck under my front arm pit!  It was so OUCHY!   Mom tried to tug it out and I cried really loud.    She finally worked it out but now all my left belly and arm pit fur is COVERED in SAP!   It's all sticky and matted and it hurts me!  

Any pup have any remedies for SAP in the fur?!?

After the pinecone was successfully removed, I was in a much better mood and I took a nappy with mom on the bunk beds, my favorite napping place.   While I was napping, she assessed the sap situation and there is quite a bit.  If she can't get rid of it soon, I will have to go to the groomer so it doesn't mat :(

Clearly, it was a weekend of ups and downs.    None the less, mom is proud of me because I met FIVE new people this weekend and I didn't growl at any of them!   AND, I only mumbled a few woofs when doggies walked past my camp site.  Mom says that's allowed, as long as I don't throw a tantrum, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>CAMP!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/671845</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 May 2010 05:25:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm going to camp today!   It's opening weekend which means that summer has officially started!  All ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm going to camp today!   It's opening weekend which means that summer has officially started!  All the pups and people will be there and we will all get aquainted again.   That means lots of sniffsniffsniffing!

Before we head up there, we have to go to Dad's neice's birthday party.  I'm going to wait in the car for mom and dad.  There will be lots of little people there and I am NOT a fan of little people.   So I will wait in the car and bark at all the people going into the party, BOL!

I can't wait to see my lake and have BBQs and campfires!   YAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/671735</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 May 2010 13:39:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/671735</guid>
		<description>Today was Friday with mom!!!!   She had the day off from work so we spent the day together.   At fir ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was Friday with mom!!!!   She had the day off from work so we spent the day together.   At first, I thought she abandoned me.   We had a great morning relaxing and cuddling.   Then, mom took a shower and LEFT ME!  Gasp!   She told me she'd be right back, but I didn't believe her.  Turns out, she was just taking the truck for an oil change and she did indeed come right back home.

When she came home, she leashed me up and off we went.   I don't really like Dad's truck and neither does mom, so we went to dad's work and stole the Subaru, BOL!   We replaced it witht he truck, but dad doesn't know yet, BOL!

After the great Subaru theft, we went to a new pet store.  I really like it and so does mom.  They carry my food and they do NOT sell puppies.   They have a cart o' kitties there from the SPCA that are up for adoption.    We like that!    Mom made me a new tag for my collar with the campground information, including my site number, on it.   The tag is a Red Sox baseball!  Awesome!   

Then we went to Best Buy and Barnes and Noble and Chipotle.  Mom got us lunch, and I thought we were headed home.  But NO!   Mom decided that we needed a picnic!  We went to Wagon Hill and mom took her burrito bowl and chips and guac and we hiked down to the ocean and had a picnic.   It was a perfect day!  Now I am exhausted and I'm going to take a nap.

We bought two new bully sticks at the pet store today.   I can't wait to eat them tonight!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OM NOM NOM!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/671467</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 May 2010 18:49:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/671467</guid>
		<description>Remember how I told you that neighbor labby's kitties escaped and that they were taking over my yard ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Remember how I told you that neighbor labby's kitties escaped and that they were taking over my yard?   

Well, this has become a regular occurance around here.  They are out in the yard quite a bit now.    At first I was upset about it and yelled at them every time I saw them.

Then, this morning I found a peace offering.   They left one of their kitty poos by the front door.  Before mom knew what was going on (I pee BEFORE her morning coffee), I scooped up the kitty poo and ate that sucker!  YEAH!!!  OM NOM NOM!

Then, this afternoon, Dad and I were perusing the yard for groundhogs and I found another kitty poo!   OM NOM NOM!!! 

If they keep leaving me peace offerings such as these, perhaps I will allow them to infiltrate my yard.

Perhaps....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stylin'!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670623</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 8 May 2010 08:03:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670623</guid>
		<description>I got a package in the mail the other day.   Mom opened it up and showed me a nice shiny new tag for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a package in the mail the other day.   Mom opened it up and showed me a nice shiny new tag for my collar!   It's 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.togethertag.com/">Together Tag</a> and it's bright white, shiny and reflective!   It has my phone number and the address to my webpage where mom set up a profie for me on www.togethertag.com with my picture, my address, Nana and Papa's address and everybody's cell phones just in case I ever get lost!   How cool is that?!?


I'm so excited!  It's on my collar and I am the coolest dog in town!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cheesegate 2010</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670554</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 May 2010 18:37:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom were doing a little training session tonight.   She had the clicker out, my tug cloth and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom were doing a little training session tonight.   She had the clicker out, my tug cloth and two slices of American cheese.    I was doing my tricks, but I wasn't all that into it.   I was distracted for some reason.  Mom said "Chippy, what's wrong?   Do you need to go outside?"

YES!  Take me out now!  I did zoomies all around the living room.  Take me out! Take me out!

Mom went to go get my harness.  While she wasn't looking, I peeked up on the chair and found my tug cloth, the clicker and the two slices of cheese!  YEAH!

Mom came around the corner just as my neck was stretched far enough to reach the cheese and she said "Chhhiiiipppeeeerrr....LEAVE IT!" 

Nooooooooo!!!!!  Darn it!   I froze.  I H.A.T.E. the words Leave it.

Maybe she can't see me.

Chiiiipppppeeeerrrr.....Leave IT NOW!

Darn!   

I turned around and ran over to mom.   She gave me some of the cheese.  But not enough.

She put my harness on me and I ran down the stairs.  Hurryhurryhurry mom!  Let's go!!!

We went outside and I dragged her all around the yard.   I took care of my business twice and stomped my way right back to the front door.    Mom opened the door and I ran up the stairs.   Mom was fiddling with the door when all of a sudden she heard....."Chipper, NO!   Chipper!   NO!"

Mom ran up the stairs and found me with the two slices of cheese in my mouth, BOL!   

I ran up those stairs and snagged them immediately before mom could come up the stairs, BOL!   I am so smart!!!

But I wasn't quite sure what was going on.  One of the slices didn't taste like cheese.  So I just stood there for one second too long.  Next thing I know, my head is tilted back and my jaw is kung-fu gripped and mom's little fingers are prying my jaws apart!    She stole my cheese!   She said that one slice was still in the little plastic wrapper (you know...the Kraft singles wrappers) and she was worried I was gonna choke.   Nevah!   I'll be just fine!   But she took the cheese away anyways.

And then....because I let her have my cheese, she said "Good boy Chippy!  OK, you can have some cheese!" And we went to the fridge and she gave me a string cheese!  YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670367</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 6 May 2010 17:32:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am a diary pick of the day! WOOHOO!!!  Thank you Dogster!  Thank you to everyone who sent me messa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am a diary pick of the day! WOOHOO!!!  Thank you Dogster!  Thank you to everyone who sent me messages and presents!  YAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Invasion!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670219</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 May 2010 17:42:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/670219</guid>
		<description>OMD!  Neighbor labby lost control of his kitties!   They have escaped and they came over to MY front ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  Neighbor labby lost control of his kitties!   They have escaped and they came over to MY front door!

They are rolling in MY grass!

They are laying on MY steps!

They are frollicking in MY flowers!

They must be gathered up and brought back inside!

I saw them today and yelled "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!  Neighbor labby, come get your Kitties!  They have escaped and I have them for you!  Come get them!"

But he didn't come and dad pushed me back into the house.

One of the kitties tried to chase me INTO my house!  

Dad stepped up and shooed him away.  

But then, I looked out the window and Dad was smoking a cigarette and the kitties were laying on his feet!  When he was done, he bent down and patted them!  UGH!  Kitty germs!

Neighbor labby needs to come get them N.O.W!  They are out of control!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669845</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 May 2010 17:08:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow!  This is a big day!   Have you pups checked out Diary Central AND dog of the WEEK?!?!   Here's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow!  This is a big day!   Have you pups checked out Diary Central AND dog of the WEEK?!?!   Here's a recap of May 3, 2010:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/960106/diary/Furever_jia_lifes_musings_and_lovins">Jia</a> is THE diary of the day!!!!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019932/diary/My_wrinkled_life">Rinky</a> is a diary pick of the day!!!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/874620/diary/Being_a_work_dog">Josephine</a> is a diary pick of the day!!!

Aaaaannnddd....

Drum Roll please.....

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039">Zaidie</a> is DOG OF THE WEEK!!!!


Congrats to all my pals who are in the spotlight today!!!!    YAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SO HOT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669654</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 May 2010 13:10:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669654</guid>
		<description>OMD!  It's so hot outside!!!!   It's not even summer yet and it's 90 degrees out!  YIKES!!!   I'm no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  It's so hot outside!!!!   It's not even summer yet and it's 90 degrees out!  YIKES!!!   I'm not ready for this!  I am a cold weather dog!  I haven't even had time to blow my winter coat yet!

Last night, we opened up the windows in the bedroom and hopped in bed for sleeps.   Dad woke up at midnight because I was panting.   He offered to take me out of the bed so I could sleep on the cold floor.  No thanks.  I'm fine.   Then mom woke up at 3:00 AM and I was STILL panting.   Well, we all know that mom rules with an iron fist, right?   She went to the kitchen and got me a nice cup of water.  I took some sips and then she tricked me and scooped me right out of bed!  How RUDE!

But she was right.  The breeze was coming in the windows and drafting right onto the nice cool wood floors.   Ahhhhh...much better!

Today, it's a million degrees out.  We don't have our air conditioners in the window yet because it's EARLY MAY!    

We were supposed to go for a hike, but mom thought it was best to stay home and clean the house and pack for camp next weekend.

I'm not happy.  I'm hot.  

So hot that I threw up.   

That's right, I threw up.

Mom put me in my crate for one minute while dad put some stuff in the car for camp.   She gave me a cookie and I was eating it in my crate.  All of a sudden....BLECH! 

The cookie came back up.   With most of my breakfast from earlier.   Oops.


Unfortunately, mom heard the bleching and came and pulled me out of the crate.  

She got me just as I was about to recycle that cookie one more time.   She wouldn't let me eat it.

She's mean like that.

Now my whole crate is disassembled and all my blankies, my stuffies and my loofa dog are in the washer.

It's going to take forever for me to get the smell of clean off of them.   I just had them how I liked them too.

Jeesh!   If she let me eat the throw up, all would have been good...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cups</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669510</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 1 May 2010 15:28:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669510</guid>
		<description>You pups know how they have those contests where you have to guess what cup the little red ball is u ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You pups know how they have those contests where you have to guess what cup the little red ball is under?   You know, the trickster puts the ball under one of three cups then moves them all around really fast and you guess where the ball ends up?  You know what I'm talking about, right?

Well, that was the inspiration for mom's new dinner time game for me.

Mom took three of those containers that come with Chinese food that holds the duck sauce and put them on the floor upside down.   Then, she took some of my kibbles and put them on the floor and put one of the containers over my kibbles.  OH!!!!  I see it!!!  Then she moved the cups all around and I had to guess which one had my kibbles!   I picked out a contianer and nosed it across the floor.   All of a sudden, it tipped over and my kibbles were under it!  YEAH!!!  Score!

Mom set the cups back up and we played the game a whole bunch more times!   How fun!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Camp!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669368</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 15:18:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669368</guid>
		<description>Mom and dad had the day off today!  WOOHOO!!!  We all piled in the Subaru and headed up to camp for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad had the day off today!  WOOHOO!!!  We all piled in the Subaru and headed up to camp for the first time this season.

We raked and cleaned and opened all the windows in the camper.   Dad fixed the deck while me and mom heckled him.   He tries his best, but he's not the best handyman, BOL!   I sniffed around and found my camp crate.   We set it up but I didn't try it out because I don't have a bed for it yet.   I'm going to go to the pet store to buy a new one.   I love trying all the beds at the pet store, BOL!

We have a new site this year, so I have new neighbor doggies.   I'll still keep in touch with Bailey and Ty, my former neighbors, but I think I'm going to like my new ones too.   One is a Chow mix just like me.  But she's a strange Chow.  She likes to run around and play and stuff.  Weird.   I'm going to have to keep my eye on her.   Another neighbor dog is a GSD.  She's an old gal and last season she had one of those doggie wheel chairs to help her with her back end.   Mom thinks she remembers someone telling her that the GSD is 15 years old or so.   I hope she had a good winter and I hope she makes it back to camp this summer.

We are going back up next weekend to wash the camper and put up the screen room.   Then on the 15th, we can spend the night and camping season starts!!!  YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Monkey See, Monkey Do</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669204</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 17:20:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669204</guid>
		<description>I jumped up on the couch to cuddle up to mom today.  I made myself comfortable and allowed her to pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I jumped up on the couch to cuddle up to mom today.  I made myself comfortable and allowed her to pat my head.   

Next thing I know, she has the bright lights on and she's got my head sandwiched between her thigh and her left arm and she's picking through my fur like a freaking monkey!   She's picking and parting and I think I may have seen her eat something out of my fur!   Just like a monkey!!!

Apparently she thought she felt a tick and she was all over it!  

Oh, and there was no tick!

I think mom's a little crazy...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eggs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669034</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 16:46:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/669034</guid>
		<description>I only got 1/2 of my normal kibble ration for dinner tonight.

Wanna know why?

Ok, I'll tell yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I only got 1/2 of my normal kibble ration for dinner tonight.

Wanna know why?

Ok, I'll tell you...

The peeps had breakfast for dinner (Brinner?) tonight and mom made scrambled eggs.  She added an extra egg to the scrambling for me and put it in my food bowl with my kibbles!

YUMMY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Pal</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668858</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 17:41:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668858</guid>
		<description>Hey everyone....check out Buddy!    If he had a purple tongue, we could be twins!!! 

He only has  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey everyone....check out <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1093124" target=new>Buddy</a>!    If he had a purple tongue, we could be twins!!! 

He only has two pals, me and Chingu!   He's super cute.  How could he not be, he looks like me, BOL!   

Would you all please send him a friend request?  He's really cute!  Because he looks like me!

But I bet he has a working tail....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wagger Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668851</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 17:11:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My tail is up at attention.  It has been all day.  

Weird.  Wonder what was wrong with it.

Won ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My tail is up at attention.  It has been all day.  

Weird.  Wonder what was wrong with it.

Wonder if it will go limp again....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shhhhh.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668664</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 15:33:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>Don't scare it away....

My wagger is fixed!   I don't know how it got fixed, but it's back up ove ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Don't scare it away....

My wagger is fixed!   I don't know how it got fixed, but it's back up over my back in a curly-Q.   It was limp this morning when mom left me.  When she came home....BING!  It was back up where it belongs!  YAY!

Mom called the vet this morning and told them about my tail.    They laughed at me.  They called me the million dollar dog, BOL!   They reviewed my chart and called mom back.  They said that there is actually a limp tail syndrome.   They don't know what causes it or what cures it, but it happens when pups go swimming.   The only way to heal it is with time.   So, unless my back hurt or my tail hurt, they told mom to wait it out.  They told her to bring me in if anything hurt me.   But there's no need for that because it's all fixed now!!!!   But shhhh...don't scare it away, BOL!   We are taking things one wag at a time, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gone Limp</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668477</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 17:23:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My tail has gone limp.   I don't know why.   Mom doesn't know why.   It started about two hours ago. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My tail has gone limp.   I don't know why.   Mom doesn't know why.   It started about two hours ago.

My tail always curls up over my back in a little curly Q.   When I wag my tail (which is ALWAYS!) it goes from the center of my back to my left side.   It only goes completely right to left when I am very, very excited and sometimes it goes in a little circle above my back like a helicopter.   No matter which way it wags, it is ALWAYS up over my back.   Always.   It only goes down when I am really, really scared. 

Today, mom gave me a bully stick.   I ran into the living room to show it to dad.   He got up and went into the kitchen.   As most everydog knows, it's no fun to chew on a bully stick alone.  That smell must be shared for all to enjoy.   So, I ran to the kitchen.  The tail was up.  Wagging like crazy.   I was excited.   I had a bully stick.

There was much hustle and bustle in the kitchen.  Mom was putting things in the oven, taking things out of the oven, crushing up crackers to put on the haddock.   It was chaos.   Usually I chew things such as bully sticks on the little mat in front of the oven.  That's my spot.   I settled in there with my bully stick and mom reached over me and opened the oven door.   I got all scared and ran away.     The tail went down between my legs.

And it never came back up.

Mom tried to make me feel better by moving my mat to a different spot.  I laid on it, but it wasn't the same.  So, I put my bully stick in my crate for later and I decided to help with the cooking.  I was fine and I was no longer scared.   But my tail was still limp.   It wags but it's not up over my back in a little curly Q.  

I am happy and I don't seem hurt.   Mom checked my tail and I didn't yelp when she touched it.  I kinda liked the little tail massage she gave me.   I went outside, which ALWAYS makes me wag full circle.   I wagged, but my tail was down like a lab.  Weird.   

After dinner, I got my bully stick and chewed on it for a while.  But my tail was still down.   Odd.

Mom, is worried (of course).   She's going to call the vet tomorrow.

Dad is not worried.   He suggested that maybe all I need is a Viagra.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hiking and Ice Cream</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668428</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 12:36:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668428</guid>
		<description>I had an awesome day today!   I woke up early with mom and we shared a French toast bagel with cream ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had an awesome day today!   I woke up early with mom and we shared a French toast bagel with cream cheese on the couch while we watched the news.   Mom did some laundry while I took a nap.   When I woke up, mom was all ready to go and we took a ride in the car.

We went to Stratham Hill Park and walked all over!   We passed all kinds of dogs and people and kids.   Mom was proud of me for not getting grumpy with any of them.  I did a good job and I deserved a treat.

So we went out for ice cream!    Mom got a cup of coffee oreo ice cream with hot fudge and I got a cup of banana walnut frozen yogurt.   It was deelish!!!!  

Now I am taking  a nice long nap and I am snoring away!   I'm exhausted!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Much better!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668299</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Apr 2010 18:12:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668299</guid>
		<description>Last night was guys night.  Me and dad hung out all night and watched &quot;Friday Night Smackdown!&quot;, ate ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was guys night.  Me and dad hung out all night and watched "Friday Night Smackdown!", ate takeout and drank beer.   But I'm not going to lie.   I missed mom.   I kept looking around for her wondering where she was.   When she FINALLY came home this morning, I couldn't believe what I was seeing!   I did zoomies all around the house!   Mom finally caught me and gave me a big hug.  I reached up and gave her tons of kisses and tried to lick her nose right off her face, BOL!

We all took a nap together this afternoon because apparently, mom wasn't feeling too well.   When we woke up, mom went out and left me home alone with dad AGAIN!   This time she came back and she brought a whole bunch of groceries.  I sniffed all the bags and supervised putting them away.

Now, we are watching "Old Dogs".   Me, mom and dad shared a big bowl of popcorn and now I am munching on a nice raw marrow bone.  Deelish!  I can't wait to cuddle up in bed with mom tonight.   I am going to cuddle the daylights out of her!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Guy's night!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668019</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Apr 2010 03:48:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/668019</guid>
		<description>Mom sat me down this morning to have a &quot;talk&quot; with me.   Apparently this crazy woman is planning a n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom sat me down this morning to have a "talk" with me.   Apparently this crazy woman is planning a night of drinking and debauchery tonight and she will not come home tonight.   She said she will be home tomorrow morning.   

At first I was a bit upset.  Who's going to feed me?   Who's going to play tug with me?   Who's going to cuddle with me in bed?   Who's going to let me steal sips of their water in bed when I get thirsty at 3:00 AM?   NO ONE!   That's who!

Then mom told me that dad would be home.   He's going to go buy a new video game, a gory movie and a bag of Chinese food!   Just for me and him!   We're going to watch "Friday Night Smackdown", eat Chinese food, drink beer, eat cookies and play video games!  WOOHOO!!!!

See ya mom!   Can you leave now?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The tulip</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/667965</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 18:09:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/667965</guid>
		<description>It's spring now.  The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming.   Stupid flowers.   Now mom wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's spring now.  The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming.   Stupid flowers.   Now mom won't let me pee in my pee spot.   Because of the stupid flowers.

In the winter, everything dies and gets covered in snow.   I can pee anywhere I want.   None of the humans are doing "yard work".  There are no "flowers".   I don't have to be "gentle".   I can stomp my way all around the yard and lift my leg where ever I want to.

Now all of a sudden, a little daffydill makes an appearance in the yard and mom starts getting all weird.  This morning was no exception.

We were out in the yard this morning and I found something new.   I ran over to it and mom yelled "Chipper!  NO!  Gentle!"   So I slowed down and sniffed it.   I looked up at mom and said "What the woof is this?"

She said "Chippy, it's a tulip."

I said "Yeah, well it's in my pee spot."

Mom "Well, you're going to have to find a new pee spot.   You are not peeing on the tulip."

Me:  "Wanna bet?"  And I did my pre-whiz stomping.

Mom said "HEY!   No peeing on the tulip!   Pee over here in the grass!"

"NO!" I said  "This tulip has intruded into my peeing area.  Therefore, it must get peed on!"

Mom said "NO.  You are not peeing on it or any of the other flowers in the yard.  Now pee in the grass and like it!"

UGH!   She then proceeded to tug my leash and lead me away from my pee spot.   I begrudgingly whizzed over in the grass far away from the garden.   But I made sure to give mom the hairy eye ball the whole time.

Women.   I just don't get them.  Or their stupid flowers.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ADOPT 2010 CONTEST</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/667543</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 18:37:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Adoption.  What does it mean to me?   To me, it means making a promise.  Making a promise to a dog w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Adoption.  What does it mean to me?   To me, it means making a promise.  Making a promise to a dog who is not just a dog.  He is my dog and I promised him that I would never give  up on him.    

Chipper came to us in March, 2006.  He was distant, he was aloof, he didn't like to play and he was kinda grumpy.  All of which we expected from our little Chow boy.   This is the Chow by definition, after all.    Chipper chose me as his one and only person, the "chosen one".   I expected this.  After all, it is what Chows do.  So far, my little black dog was falling right in line with what all of my research told me to expect.   What I didn't know was how hard I would fall for him.   I fell in love with him on day one.  I looked down at the little black dog sleeping beside my bed that very first night that he was home and I said to him "Chipper, I love you.   You are home now and we are family."   I had no idea what we were in for.....

We noticed pretty quickly that Chipper was a momma's boy.  He connected with me immediately and we formed a quick, intense bond.   I thought it was great and I couldn't get enough of my new furry friend.   All was well until one night Chipper decided to chew on a raw hide bone at 11:00 PM.   He brought the bone into our bedroom and began to gnaw it on the wooden floor.   The bone was thumping on the floor and it was making us a bit crazy.   Brad got out of bed, walked up behind Chipper, reached around him and pulled the bone out of his mouth.   Chipper jumped up and bit him on the hand with one quick strike, backed away baring teeth and growling.  He didn't break the skin, nor did he do any damage at all.   But it was scary.   

I had no idea what to do.   The next day, I called the SPCA for advice and they told me to bring him to obedience classes.   I had already planned on doing that and quickened the pace of the search for good classes.   I also threw all of the rawhide in the trash.

Things were going OK with the three of us.   Chipper was bonding even deeper with me and he was getting a bit grumpier with Brad.  He growled at him a bit here and there, but overall, they were doing OK.   Chipper had started to growl at other people.  He lunged at my uncle at a family get together.   He was grumpy with other dogs, barking, growling and lunging on a regular basis.

One night, a few weeks later, we had ordered a pizza.  I was laying on the floor in the living room with Chipper and I heard Brad talking to someone.   I didn't think twice about it and all of a sudden, Chipper jumped up, ran through the house, pushed Brad out of the way, out the door and down the front steps and bit the pizza guy in the calf.   Again, no damage, no broken skin, didn't even rip the pants.   But this was too much.   I immediately burst into tears.   I didn't know what to do.    I was up all night crying, thinking about all of the what ifs.   I called in sick to work the next day.   

I called the SPCA for advice again.  They again told me to bring him to obedience classes.  I didn't see how those would help.   I asked if they would take him back and adopt him to someone more capable than me.  They said they would take him back, but that they could not adopt him back out.   I burst into tears and hung up the phone.

I called my vet and they asked me to come in to talk about it.    I told them everything and we did some checks for some medical-related stuff.    They pointed out that Chipper was SERIOUSLY attached to me for a dog who had only been with me for ~1 month.    They thought a lot of this had to do with guarding and recommended training classes or talking to a trainer.   We also talked about "options".   Rehoming Chipper was NOT an option.    Essentially, I had two choices; I could euthanize Chipper or I could work with him and change his behavior.

I came home and talked to Brad about it.   The decision was unanimous.   We were NOT going to put Chipper to sleep over this.   We had to work with him.   We were signed up for training classes the next week.

The only problem was that those classes sucked.  The trainer was terrible, her methods were archaic and I was too uncomfortable with the tools she provided to ever use them outside of class.  Plus, she was afraid of Chipper and did not speak kindly of him.   She dismissed a lot of his behavior on his breed and to tell the truth, I think she flat out did not like Chows in general.   

Additionally, Chipper kept getting sick.   He contracted kennel cough and/or upper respiratory infections FOUR times while we were at class.    In one of Chipper's many vet visits, we discovered that Chipper had a collapsing trachea.   Our vet said to ditch the training tools the trainer recommended.   We told the trainer and she told us we were crazy and that Chipper "needed a choke collar".   We walked out and never went back.

We did the only thing we knew how to do.  We took things one day at a time and we managed the HELL out of Chipper's life.   Thank God he was crate trained because that crate saved his life.

In August 2006, the SPCA called for a check up.   I was honest and told them everything.   The woman I was speaking with told me that the SPCA had a class for aggressive dogs and that the trainer was fantastic.   I figured what could it hurt.   We signed up and we started classes at the end of September/beginning of October.   Our trainer pointed out 8 million things that we were doing wrong.   Ouch.  But he was right.  He was oooohhh so right.

We went to class religiously.   We graduated from "Ruff Dog" and moved on to "Clear Communication".    Within four months of me crying on the phone to the SPCA, Chipper and Brad took the CGC and got 9 out of 10!!!  Of course, they didn't pass, but I was elated!   Chipper did so great!   We celebrated by purchasing a 6 month supply of heartworm pills.   We had been purchasing monthly preventatives one month at a time because we were never sure if Chipper would be here the next month.

We completely changed our lifestyle to fit the things that Chipper needed.   He needed leadership.  He needed rules.   He needed to WORK.   He needed consistency, a schedule, physical exercise and mental exercise.   We went to training classes every single week for three years.    Chipper was improving and our collective hard work was paying off.    Of course, it was not all smooth sailing.   There were bumps along the way.   For a long time it was three steps forward, two steps back.   

In July, 2007 our biggest set back occurred.  Chipper bit my sister in the hand.  He didn't hurt her or break the skin at all.   There wasn't even a bruise.   But it was still upsetting.  I cried for two days.   I remember e-mailing my trainer.   I will never forget his response.  He asked how bad the bite was and what prompted it.   I told him that he didn't break skin, it was a single strike and release followed by growling.  My sister was giving him treats and asked for his paw.  He didn't know paw, so she grabbed his foot while he was chewing a treat.   I told my trainer that this may be the end and that I didn't know what to do.   My trainer's response:   "Kathy, you are being ridiculous.   He gave you 1000 warning signs and you missed them all.    Stop thinking about it, give Chipper a big hug when you get home from work, forgive him, come to class this week and we will work through it."   He was right.   When I told the story, all the other dog owners were sympathetic and understanding.    They also reminded me that Chipper did not "bite" my sister.  He warned her.   And it was completely preventable.  There were so many factors, so many triggers and so many warning signs that I still can't believe I didn't see it happening a mile away.

We worked through that issue and we worked even harder to rebuild relationships between Chipper and my sister, her fiance and my family.   That one set back motivated us to work harder and to be more diligent with Chipper.  The big take home message....listen to Chipper.   He was giving us hundreds of signs that we were pushing him too hard.   We should not have put him in a situation that he couldn't handle.   It was our fault, not Chipper's.

Now I sit here, four years after adopting a sad little black Chow Chow and I am so happy that I never gave up on my little buddy.   He is now a happy, pushy, loving, grumpy, protective, tolerant dog.   He goes everywhere with me and functions in a society.   We go to the pet store, we go to the park, we go on vacations, road trips and more.   We have worked through so much together and we have never given up.  We still have a lot of work to do and Chipper will forever be a work in progress.   However, one thing is for sure.   I no longer consider my "options".   Chipper is here to stay.  I cannot imagine my life without him.

That is what adoption means for me.   Never giving up on a dog you pledged to rescue.   No.  matter.  what.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Peanut butter</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 17:36:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>is awesome.

Mom dipped a bully stick into peanut butter today.   OMD.   It was deelish.

Perhap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ is awesome.

Mom dipped a bully stick into peanut butter today.   OMD.   It was deelish.

Perhaps snacks such as this are why I weigh 45 lbs instead of my target 35 lbs.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Best Contest of the Year</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 14:17:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello everypup!   Each year Gibbon hosts an awesome contest.   It's all about adoption and there is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello everypup!   Each year Gibbon hosts an awesome contest.   It's all about adoption and there is a HUGE list of prizes.   I know a lot of my friends do not frequent the forums, so I figured I would remind you in my diary.    PLEASE enter!  The more the better!   Me and mom donated a prize and we would love to see one of our pals win it!

Here are the details:  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/forums/Plus_Fun/thread/670014/1" target=new>Adopt 2010</a>  It's a pretty easy contest to enter.  Just tag a picture of yourself living the good life.  Remember, only ONE picture.  Tagging more than one means you get disqualified.  Then write a diary entry about what adoption means to you.   Most of you are much like me and my mom and adoption not only changed your life, but also your humans lives.  Now, please tell us all about it and enter the contest!  YAY!!!!!!!

OK, now I'm off to work on my entry....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Great Start to the day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/666951</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 07:25:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WOOHOO!!!!  I'm a diary pick of the day today!  Thank you Dogster!   I can't believe I am a pick aga ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOOHOO!!!!  I'm a diary pick of the day today!  Thank you Dogster!   I can't believe I am a pick again today!   Wowza!

In other great news, me and mom just cuddled on the couch and shared an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich on a bagel!  YUMMY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes I amaze myself...</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 19:13:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>with my brilliance.

You may think I'm crazy, but I LOVE my vet.   At first I didn't.  I was a bar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ with my brilliance.

You may think I'm crazy, but I LOVE my vet.   At first I didn't.  I was a barky, growly, grumbley, trembly mess.   Then I started to go to the vet more often.  The pervs stayed away from my bum (for the most part) and instead, showered me with cookies, hugs, pats and kisses like a good Chow Chow should be showered.    

Now I like going to the vet.   When I walk in, they all exclaim "Ooohh!!!  It's Chippy!" and the cookie shower begins.   It.  Is.  Awesome.

Well, I noticed that things were becoming a bit mundane lately.   The cookie showers have turned into cookie drizzles.  Only one or two here and there and they make me sit for them now.   I still get lots of lovins from the techs and doctors, but really, food is the way to my heart.

So, I put everyone in their places today.    We went for a visit for my annual shots.   I busted through the front door all Kramer stylish.   No cookies.   Hmph.   I jumped on the scale to get weighed.  No cookies.  Hmph.   I went into the exam room with Nurse Brandi.  She stiffed me.  No cookies.  Hmph.    

I was being a good boy.  Is that not cookie worthy?

That's when it hit me.  A stroke of genius.

I remembered what started all the cookie showers.   I knew how to get them back.

The doctor and Nurse Ellen came in the exam room.  I jumped right up and growled at them.  GRRRRRR!!!!   Dr. K said "Oh my!   You haven't growled at me in a very long time!  What's wrong buddy?"  I ran up to her and sat at her feet.   She gave me a cookie.  Good girl!

When it was time for the exam, mom put my muzzle on me and Dr. K started pokin and prodding.  I growled the whole time, BOL!   She tried to listen to my lungs and heart, but couldn't hear them, BOL!   

When we were all done, Dr. K said to mom "You know, he hasn't growled like this in a very long time.   Maybe you should come in for frequent cookie visits and we can make him feel a little better about being here."

YEAH!!!!   Great idea!

I ran over and sat at her feet and she gave me another whole cookie!   When I was done with that one, I ran back over to her and sat at her feet and she gave me ANOTHER ONE!!! 

Let the cookie showers resume!  YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Busy, busy, busy!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 10:21:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WHEW!   Me and mom have been so busy today!   We have been running errands since the crack of dawn!  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WHEW!   Me and mom have been so busy today!   We have been running errands since the crack of dawn!   

First, we did some boring stuff like bringing mom to the doctor and visiting the NH DOT to get our toll transponder fixed.   Then mom went to Kohl's.   I love going to Kohl's.   I sit in the car and bark at all the old ladies in the parking lot while mom shops, BOL!   It's funny to watch them jump when I sneak up in the window and yell "WOOFWOOFWOOF!" just as they are opening their car door, BOL!

Then we went to the pet store, the grocery store, Wal-Mart and Wendy's!   WOW!   JWOWW!   (Shout out to Jersey Shore!)   That's a lot of errands!

Now I'm taking a nap while mom rests for a bit.   Then we are off to the vet.  I have to get two shots.  Annual vaccinations. Yuck. :(    Oh well, at least I get to visit all my nurses and get lots of cookies!  YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm so happy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/666237</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 04:26:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's the time of year when we turn the heat off, crack open the windows so our room gets nice and co ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's the time of year when we turn the heat off, crack open the windows so our room gets nice and cold and cuddle up all under the blankies at night!  OH!   It's may fave!  There is no better sleeping than that! 

AND!  I'm a diary pick of the day today!  WOOHOO!!!  Thanks Dogster!  I am honored!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Technology at it's best</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/666030</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:51:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow.  Mom is impressing me with her mad IT skillz.   We took note that not a lot of our Dogster frie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow.  Mom is impressing me with her mad IT skillz.   We took note that not a lot of our Dogster friends are on Twitter.   So, mom brought Twitter to Dogster.   Check my page!  Mom put a little midget or something on my page.  It's a blue box and it has our four most recent tweets in it!   Now everyone can know what we are tweeting, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TRICKED!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/665792</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Apr 2010 11:22:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I tricked mom this morning.   At 6:00 AM, I went up to her end of the bed and started kissing her fa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I tricked mom this morning.   At 6:00 AM, I went up to her end of the bed and started kissing her face.   When she *finally* woke up, I had a big smile and I was panting like crazy.  I was saying "Take me to pee, take me to peeee!"    Mom got up, got dressed and we went out.   Hahahahaha!  Little did she know that I did NOT have to pee, BOL!    I just knew it was a lovely day and wanted to see the sunshine.   We did two laps around the house and NO tinkles.   So we went back in to bed, BOL!   TRICKED!

She got me back though...

When we all woke up, mom took a shower and said "Chippy, let's go for a car ride!"  YEAH!!!  Let's go!   I ran out the door and hopped into the car.   Little did I know that it was a car ride to......THE GROOMER!!!

UGH!  TRICKED!

Ask me why she didn't prepare me for this.  Go ahead, ask!

Mom forgot about the appointment!   BOL!   They called at 11:30 to see where I was.  Apparently, my appointment was at 10:30.  Hahahaha!!!!  I almost missed it!  Nice going mom!  In the end, unfortunately, they were not having a good morning due to a very elongated power outage this morning.  So, they could still groom me today. Bummer.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Finally!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Apr 2010 09:10:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom finally went to the doctor today.   She kept me and dad up all night coughing and blowing that n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom finally went to the doctor today.   She kept me and dad up all night coughing and blowing that nasty nose.  Mom says that I have no room to complain after all the nights that I have kept them up with my coughing.   That didn't stop me from giving her the stink eye every time she made a noise at night, BOL!

When she woke up this morning, she called in sick to work again and called the doctor.   He got her in for 9:30 AM.  Normally, I like to go to her doctor with her.  It's right across from the hospital ER (mom still refuses to call it the ED even though it is indeed a Department and not a single Room, but in mom's head, ED stands for something else, BOL!).  I like to sit in the car and watch all the action and the ambulances while mom goes in to her doctor.   When the ambulances pull in, I say "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!  Hurry Up!"

But I didn't want to go today.  It's raining out and I needed some alone time, so when mom said "Wanna go for a car ride, Chippy?"   I said "No thanks." and I went into my crate and turned my back on mom, BOL!

I did feel a little bad about that, though.   When mom came home, she sat on the couch and I jumped up there with her and sat on her lap while she told me what the doctor said.  It turns out that she will be OK, which is good.   Now we are going to watch movies all day and rest.   Sweet!   Time for "The Hangover"!  YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Twitter</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/665503</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Apr 2010 17:32:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Are any of you pups on Twitter?   Me and mom are.  If you would like to follow us, our user name is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Are any of you pups on Twitter?   Me and mom are.  If you would like to follow us, our user name is chowchowgal (<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://twitter.com/chowchowgal" target=new>click here</a>).   Come follow us and we will follow you!   We are still trying to learn how to use it and we are trying to get more into it.  Maybe if we had more pals....umm...I mean followers...., we would use it more :)

Oh, and just a warning.  Mom does the typing on Twitter from her point of view, so it might not be as exciting as my adventures documented here in my diary :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nurse Chippy....OUT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/665247</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 7 Apr 2010 09:49:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yeah, I'm all done with this nurse stuff.  Mom is STILL sick and she is G-R-O-S-S!  That woman is wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yeah, I'm all done with this nurse stuff.  Mom is STILL sick and she is G-R-O-S-S!  That woman is whipping through the tissues and making all kinds of gross noises.  YUCK!

She stayed home again today and she's totally cramping my style.   She knows that I nap all day long.  Yet here she is, with the TV on, making yummy food for lunch when she KNOWS that I don't eat lunch, making phone calls, sniffling, coughing and all that jazz.   Cripes!  Go back to work woman!

I can't wait until she goes back to work tomorrow.   I need a nap!

In the words of Ryan Seacrest... "Nurse Chippy....OUT!"

Wait...

What's that mom?   You want to watch "Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back"?!?  Is that the one with the monkey?  Hahahahaha!   I love that movie!

OK!  I'm in!  Nurse Chippy's back on duty!  Now put me in the bed!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nurse Chippy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/665049</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Apr 2010 06:36:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is sick today.   She stayed home from work and she told me she is spending the whole day in bed. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is sick today.   She stayed home from work and she told me she is spending the whole day in bed.   Sounds good to me!  I'll take care of you mom!

We set up camp in the big bed.   We opened the windows to get some fresh air in this place, got a big box of tissues on the night stand, a HUGE glass of ice water (she needs her fluids, you know), the remote to the TV, the cell phone and the laptop.   We are NOT moving all day!

I'm laying right next to mom with my head on dad's pillow, BOL!   

I am helping her get better by allowing her to pat me.   I hear that giving a dog such as myself belly rubs, pats and head scratches really helps humans feel better.    I keep nudging mom every time she stops patting me.  It's really important that she keeps patting me.  You know, so she feels better.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spring has sprung!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/664593</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Apr 2010 05:46:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy Easter everypup!!!!    Spring has officially sprung here in NH!   The birds are chirping, the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy Easter everypup!!!!    Spring has officially sprung here in NH!   The birds are chirping, the squirrels are hippety hopping, the flowers are blooming and me and mom are sneezing, BOL!

AND...it's Red Sox opening day!!! WOOHOOO!!!!  Baseball season officially starts at 8:05 PM tonight.  Red Sox vs. Yankees!   C.C. Sabathia vs. Josh Beckett at Fenway Park.  It just doesn't get any better.   Awesome!

I hope everyone has an awesome day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ladybugs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/664494</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Apr 2010 15:40:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My house has been infiltrated by ladybugs.   Back in the fall, the house was swarmed by them.   They ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My house has been infiltrated by ladybugs.   Back in the fall, the house was swarmed by them.   They were all over.   Apparently, they like to find nice warm places to hibernate for the winter.   We didn't really mind sharing our house with ladybugs.  They are nice house guests.

Now it's spring time and spring hit NH full force this weekend.  It's 70+ degrees out and it is wonderful!    All the ladybugs in our house have awoken from their hibernation!    

I forgot how delicious they are.  OM NOM NOM!!!!

I like to catch them and then eat them.

But they get caught in my throat and I choke a little.   

ACK!  ACK!  ACK!!!!!  BLECK!!!  

Out comes the ladybug.  

Once the ladybug has been properly regurgitated, I walk over to it, paw it a bit and SLURP!!!  Down the hatch it goes, BOL!

YUM!!!   I love me some ladybug, even if it is a complicated process, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Heart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/663559</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 08:03:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>is FINE!!!!   WOOHOO!!!!

OK, so it's not all good news, but I don't have to go on medicines and I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ is FINE!!!!   WOOHOO!!!!

OK, so it's not all good news, but I don't have to go on medicines and I'm going to be around for a long, long time to bug mom, BOL!    

So, first off, the ultrasound guy was an hour late.  Boooo!!!!   But mom was nice to him because he was nice to me right away.  He had already read my record and asked mom all kinds of questions.  It was nice that he cared about me and what we were looking for.  Mom has dealt with some human doctors who just want to do the task at hand and they forget that that task is a person with feelings.   This guy cared.   We could tell.

I was manhandled on the table and FORCED to lay on my side!   GAH!   I was restrained by the vet tech and mom held my head and talked to me.  She gave me lots of kisses when I laid still.   The ultrasound guy sprayed my armpits with alcohol and slobbered jelly all over my chest.  Then he took pictures of my insides.   He said my heart was functioning good and I had a nice steady heartbeat.   The right side of my heart is very enlarged, but that is to be expected.    I have a collapsing trachea which my lungs try to overcompensate for which stresses my heart and makes it enlarged.   It could also be from those pesky heartworms I had a while back.  BLECH!!!!   

But the good news is that things are pumping the way they should and the walls of my heart are not thickened or thickening.  So no pills and no corrective action.   Just deal with it, BOL!

OH!!!  And the best news of all is that there are NO masses or any foreign growths on my heart.  YAAAYYYY!!!!!!

We are home now and mom finally fed me my kibbles.  I am in my crate pouting that there is goo all over my beautiful mane.   Blech!  

Mom's heading off to work and I'm going to take a nap.   Whew!!!  That was a stressful morning!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Starving!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/663534</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Mar 2010 04:44:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OH!   I am so MAD!   Mom REFUSES to feed me this morning, no matter how many times I ask!

She tol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OH!   I am so MAD!   Mom REFUSES to feed me this morning, no matter how many times I ask!

She told me that I can't have kibbles this morning because I'm going to the vet so they can check my heart.  What does my heart have to do with my stomach?!?  Mom thought it was weird that I have to be fasted for an ultrasound, but did she challenge them?  Did she ask?  NO!  Why?  Because she's mean.  She said that I could afford to skip one little meal.   EEK!

I'm starving!

I'm getting weak.

The world is turning blurry and fuzzy.

I can barley stand up.

Must.

Eat.

Soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pupcakes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/663496</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 18:10:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what?!?  

We had pupcakes for dinner tonight!  Mom's special home made pupcakes with a dash ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what?!?  

We had pupcakes for dinner tonight!  Mom's special home made pupcakes with a dash of cinnamon and nutmeg in them, topped with butter and syrup!   Mmmmmmm!!!!  Deelish!

Mom gave me TWO pupcakes of my very own!  I had to work for the first one.   Paw, sit, spin, down, stand, and my new fave TUG!   I tugged like it was nobody's business!   Every time I won, I dropped the towel and looked at mom and said " I won!  Now GIMME pupcake!" BOL!  

We also played a fun game of "Get the Pupcake".  That's the game where mom makes me lay down on the floor and then the throws a pupcake piece somewhere in the kitchen.   Then, she tells me "Go get it!" and I have to use my sniffer to find it.   It's a really fun game and I do really good at holding my down until she says "Go get it!"  But once she says it....whoa Nellie!   Look out!   I'm off like a rocket, BOL!

The second pupcake was tossed to me like a frisbee and I caught it and ate it in ONE bite, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Men at Work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/663333</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Mar 2010 17:59:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night we set up the new fish tank.  Ten whole gallons! 

Today, it was time to take the big t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night we set up the new fish tank.  Ten whole gallons! 

Today, it was time to take the big tank apart and move the fishies to the new tank.  Mom didn't want to help, so she went to Nana's house and left me and dad home to do all the dirty work, BOL!

Me and dad worked and worked and worked.  We emptied all the water out (30 gallons!) and moved the fish to the new tank.   Then, we packed up all the extra stuff and brought it up the (scary!) attic.  I accompanied dad so ghosts didn't get him.  We moved all the fishy food to the new stand and I sniffed them all.  They smell deeeelish!

We washed out the old tank and dried it and then we moved it up to the attic.   We swept the Chippy tumblefurs that had gathered around the tank stand and washed the floor.

When mom came home dad looked at her and said "The house is beautiful!   Your men worked hard today!  Now we are hungry!  Feed us!  And we want lots of meat!"

YEAH!!!!   That's right dad!  Bring on the meat woman!  We worked hard today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/663138</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Mar 2010 16:53:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Woohoo!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day!!!  I looooove being a diary pick!  Thank you Dogster and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Woohoo!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day!!!  I looooove being a diary pick!  Thank you Dogster and thank you to all my pals who helped me celebrate today!

We found out early this morning when I woke mom up for a 6:00 AM pee break.  Mom checked her e-mail on her phone and found out I was a diary pick.  She celebrated by letting me come up to the pillow end of the bed for morning cuddles.  Next thing I know, we wake up and it's 10:00 AM!!!!  WHOA!

We got out of bed and cleaned the house.   Then we went to Petco and bought a new fish tank.   We are downsizing our tank from 30 gallons to 10 gallons.  During the power outage we lost most of our fishies to the cold.   There are two left and we bought them a nice new smaller home.    I have spent the rest of the afternoon supervising the setting up of the new tank.  We bought a super cool skeleton who sits on a rock in the tank.  The bubbles fill his rum bottle and then when he takes a sip, they all escape, BOL!   Me and dad think it's awesome.  Mom thinks it's tacky.  Oh well, it went in the cart anyways, BOL!

We took a quick break from Operation Tank Switch to have a quick dinner.  Mom surprised me with a 1/2 rack of baby back ribs again!!!!  WOOHOO!!!  This time, instead of sharing with me, mom filled my Kong with rib meat!!!  OH!  It was deeeelish!!!!

Thanks to all my pals who sent me rosettes and gifts!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I KNEW it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/662985</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 18:52:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So, I was out for my night time poop and I had assumed the position in the back yard.   I looked up  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So, I was out for my night time poop and I had assumed the position in the back yard.   I looked up at the house and there, in the window, I saw it....

A KITTY!!!!

In MY house!!!  Sitting in the window watching me poop!

What the woof?!?

I hopped up and ran over to the window.  I zigged.   

He sat there.

I zagged.

He sat there.

I woofed.  

He sat there.

Grrrrrr.....KITTY!!!  Tell me!  How did you get in my house?!?

The kitty said that he belonged to neighbor labby!   That's right!   Neighbor labby, the dog who lives on the first floor of my house, has KITTIES!!!  

And not just one!   TWO kitties!!!!  

I knew neighbor labby was hiding something, but had NO idea that he was hiding kitties!   Mom said that they have lived here since we moved in.  

GAH!  What other secrets are they keeping from me?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>4 out of 5</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/662969</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 17:12:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>FOUR days this week!   That's how many days I spent OUTSIDE of my crate!    Four out of five days!!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ FOUR days this week!   That's how many days I spent OUTSIDE of my crate!    Four out of five days!!!!  I put myself in my crate on Thursday when mom was saying goodbye.   I had tired eyes and I was very clingy to mom the night before and Thursday morning.   Mom thought I might be experiencing a bit of stress from three days of freedom (I know, I know, so pathetic!).   So, I ended up spending the day in my crate on Thursday.  When Dad came home, I was all rested and happy as anything, BOL!

Next week, I'm going to try to do all four days free.   I have a vet appointment on Tuesday morning, so mom's going to stay home with me until after my appointment and then she has Friday off, so it should be easy to do the whole week outside of my crate!

Tuesday I am going in to see a heart specialist.  Remember a while back, I was coughing and the vet took pictures of my insides?    She said that my heart is more enlarged than when I was first adopted.  Most likely it is a result of the heartworms I had when I was in the shelter.   I am seeing a heart specialist on Tuesday and he is going to do an EKG and a heart ultrasound to see if all is going well in there.  Mom is really excited that he is coming to MY vet where I am comfortable and where all my nurses can tend to me.  Mom will stay with me and do my calming rubbies while the strange man touches me.  You all know how I feel about that, BOL! 

Oh well, that's next week.   For now it's the weekend and my plans this weekend are to RELAX with my peeps who are staying home with me ALL weekend!!! YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/662458</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 18:41:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today, I spent the WHOLE day alone, OUTSIDE of my crate for the second day in a row!!!   There was n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today, I spent the WHOLE day alone, OUTSIDE of my crate for the second day in a row!!!   There was no teeth showing or anything like that.  The peeps willingly let me have some freedom.   If I do say so myself, I did AWESOME!!!

When mom came home from work, she brought my favorite thing home with her.....

GROCERIES!

Ooohhh how I love to sniffsniffsniff all the bags to see what she bought!

After she put the groceries away, she cooked some dinner and gave me a MARROW BONE!!!!  WOOHOO!!!

Then, me and mom played tug for an hour and now I'm chewing a bully stick!  But I'm so tired that I'm not really chewing it.   I'm pulling it all apart and throwing it on the floor.  It' s one of those braided ones and I know, I just KNOW, that I can get a whole bunch of little bully sticks out of this big one, BOL!

Wow!  That's an awesome day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whippits!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/662201</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 16:03:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ooohhh doggie!   I have a new vice in life.

Have you pups ever had whipped cream out of the can?! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ooohhh doggie!   I have a new vice in life.

Have you pups ever had whipped cream out of the can?!?!    

Oh.

My.

Dog!

Mom was making hot cocoa yesterday in the kitchen for Sunday morning snuggle time.  I was laying on the floor while she "cooked".    All of a sudden she took this big silver can and shook it to high heaven!   EEEK!!!   I jumped up and ran into the bedroom!  What the woof was that?!?   Mom laughed at me and brought the can over to me.  I approached slowly and sniffed.  Not tooooo scary....yet.

Mom flipped the can upside down and I jumped back.   She called me over and I cautiously approached.   Just as I was within sniffing distance, the can went gssssshhhhhtttt!!! and made the most gawdawful noise!    But this stuff came out of it, vaguely resembling whipped cream.   Hmmm.....

I approached the deliciousness and sniffed.   Seemed OK, so I tried it.    OMD!  GIMME MORE!

Mom turned the can back upside down and I ran away again.  But this time, I watched and as soon as the can was right side up, I ran back and scooped up the cream!   

We did this a bunch more times and eventually, I wasn't running away.    Then mom held up the can and I opened my mouth.  She sprayed the whipped cream right in!!!   (Take THAT, you stupid diet!!!!)

Mom thought that was pretty funny, but said I had enough whipped cream.    She put some on the cocoas and we went to watch "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street".

TONIGHT, mom was making some desert for herself.  She went to go spray a little whipped cream on her ice cream and I was ON IT!!!   As soon as I heard that gggsssssshhhhhhttt!, I ran over to the fridge and pawed at mom's leg.   She didn't give me any out of the can, but we did share the whipped cream on top of her ice cream.  And THEN she let me lick the cup when she was done.  YUMMY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Like a horse</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/662199</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 15:47:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's how I pee when I REALLY have to go.   

Normally I am a leg lifter.  I don't have a favorit ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's how I pee when I REALLY have to go.   

Normally I am a leg lifter.  I don't have a favorite.  Which ever leg will set the scent right where I want it will do.   

But sometimes when I REALLY need to go, I stretch my back legs waaaaayyy out.   Then I lean way forward and stick my head up in the air with my chest all puffed up and then....

I let it flow!!!! 

Straight down into the grass!

AAAAAHHHH!!!!   MUCH BETTER!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That's What I'm Here For</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/661931</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 05:55:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got up early today and made some Oatmeal toast.   She grabbed a banana, a coffee and her buttere ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got up early today and made some Oatmeal toast.   She grabbed a banana, a coffee and her buttered toast and plopped down on the couch.   She said "Chippy, come up so we can share."

I jumped up on the couch and put myself in my cutest  canIpleasehavesome sit.   Mom asked if I want the crust off of her toast since she doesn't like it and she hates to waste food.   Ummm...YEAH!  That's what I'm here for.  To HELP.

So we sat there and enjoyed a lovely breakfast.  Mom took a bite of toast and gave me a bite.   Over and over again until all 4 slices were gone!   YEAH!

When she was done, she opened up the banana.   I tightened up my canIpleasehavesome sit and gave her the ohdon'tyoulovemesomuch eyes and she couldn't resist.  She said "Well, it is a big banana and I probably can't eat the whole thing anyways."   So, we continued with our alternating bites for the banana.  One for me, one for mom.   Oooohhh how I love banana!

See how I help?    I'm such a good boy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>PHEW!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/661819</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 11:54:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   It is GORgeous outside today!!!  Spring has sprung in NH (but only for a couple day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   It is GORgeous outside today!!!  Spring has sprung in NH (but only for a couple days, BOL!) and it is awesome!   Me and mom say that our bad case of allergies is a small price to pay for birds chirping, flowers blooming and people coming outside of their houses!   

Yesterday we went to camp for a long walk.   I was pretty tired last night and mom left me home alone while she frolicked around Chuck-e-Cheese with the little people.  When she came home, she told me she left dad at Chuck-e-Cheese and that he would be home today.   Me and mom went to bed and I passed out!  I was so exhausted!

Well, today, mom couldn't resist the beautifulness.  It's 70F here!!!!   And sunny as anything!   So, we went for another long walk.   We went to visit the horses in our neighborhood.  They are doing well.  When we got home, dad was here.  The peeps at lunch and I gnawed on a bully stick.

OMD, I am BEAT!   Good thing the peeps are going out for dinner and margaritas tonight and letting me nap!    Dad's driving, so mom is drinking, BOL!   It doesn't happen often, but I LOVE drunk mom!   She's hilarious!  I'm so excited!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OM NOM NOM!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/661765</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 06:07:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to camp yesterday!  What a mess!!!  They are doing construction on the front part of the cam ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to camp yesterday!  What a mess!!!  They are doing construction on the front part of the campground.   They are putting in a "nature walk" and a doggy walk trail (NO KIDS ALLOWED!), a public garden type thingy and a new playground for the kids.  Dirt mountains everywhere!!!!    The ground was really soft and I sunk in some spots.   It was quite an adventure.  

Once we made it past the construction zone, we found our camper.  All is well.  Much to my dismay, I didn't find any squirrels or mice living in my camper.   Phooey!  That would have been an easy catch and mom would have given me BIG rewards for catching them.   Mom was relieved that we didn't have any visitors over the winter, but personally, I was sad.

Then we went up to see Nana's camper.  All was well there too.  And the boat is just fine, all in one piece.   There were no branches on either camper or the boat, so that is very good.

On the way out, I was giving mom a hard time.  I did NOT want to leave.  I was NOT done exploring.  But mom said that we needed to go and let them do their construction so they can open soon.   I kept turning around and walking the opposite way of mom, BOL!

But on the way out, I found a TREASURE!   I jumped on it and sniffsniffsniffed it HARD!   Mom finally looked a bit closer and saw...POOP!    I don't know what kind it was, but it wasn't doggy poop.    Mom said "LEAVE IT!" and I said "Oh hells no!" and I gobbled it up.   But it was too big for one swallow and before I knew it, mom was elbow deep down my throat and she pulled the poop out.    She looked at the poop to see if there was anything nasty in it (NOTE FROM MOM....how's that for a sentence only dog owners understand?!?).  Then she threw the poop far away and off we went.  But I was happy that I got half of it, BOL!

Mom forgot all about this little incident until she was 3/4 of the way through her McDonald's fries she got on the way home, BOL!   No, there was no running water in the campground and no, we didn't have any baby wipes to clean hands, BOL!    Mom ate poopy too!  YUCK!  BOL!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let's go Mom!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/661629</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 07:29:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's Friday.  Even better....it's Mom's Friday off!!!  WOOHOO!!!

I've been a good boy this week,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's Friday.  Even better....it's Mom's Friday off!!!  WOOHOO!!!

I've been a good boy this week, despite my teeth showing display to Dad on Monday.   I spent TWO days outside of my crate home alone and I did AWESOME!!!!   I think I deserve a reward.

Mom keeps saying that we are going to get out and do something today.  It is beautiful outside.   We have all the windows open and mom is "cleaning" the house.  By "cleaning" I mean that she did a load of laundry, gathered up all the dirty dishes and piled them higher in the sink and sat on the couch to watch "Ellen" and update her Facebook.

UGH!

I wanna get outta here!  

Mom says that we are going to take a ride to camp today to see how our camper made out over the winter.  YEAH!!!!   I love camp and I love to walk around there!   And, I need a long walk.  Mom and Dad are abandoning me tonight.  They are going to Dad's nieces's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese.  Apparently I am not invited, which is fine by me because I hear it is the mecca of little people.  Not my cup of tea.   But before I get left home alone (AGAIN!), I need to go for a long walk.

Let's go woman!!!!  Get off the computer and let's go!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I WIN!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/660919</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 15:30:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/660919</guid>
		<description>It's no lie.  Mom is the enforcer in our house.  She makes the rules and she makes sure they get fol ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's no lie.  Mom is the enforcer in our house.  She makes the rules and she makes sure they get followed.   She doesn't yell and she doesn't get forceful or anything, but she's stern and doesn't put up with any BS.

Dad?   Not so much.    Two words...  Push. Over.

Mom has always been the one to put me in my crate in the morning.   She always left the house after dad.   We had our mornings together after dad left for work and then mom would take a shower and head out too.   I'd jump in my crate after she smooched my forehead and she would shut the door and give me two cookies.

Until today.

Mom might change her schedule so she goes to work before dad.   Today was a test run to see how we all like it.

Mom got up, took me out to pee, made me breakfast, took a shower and left for work.

Dad and me had the morning together.   When it was time for dad to go to work, I hopped in my crate.    Dad tried to shut the door and I growled, BOL!   Don't try it sucker!   He tried again, so I showed him my teeth, BOL! 

Dad said something about "ducking this" or something and gave up and left the door open!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!  

Freedom!!!

YEAH!

Mom came home and heard the pitter patter of little paws all over the house, BOL!   I was freeeeeeeeeee!!!

I did well and I didn't have any accidents (AS IF!) and I didn't destroy anything and most importantly, I wasn't barking today!!!!  YEAH!

Mom says maybe I don't have to go in my crate every day.  If I keep up the good behavior maybe I will be able to retain some freedom!

Mom said that my behavior was inexcusable and that I should NOT have been rewarded for it, but the truth is that the peeps have been debating letting me have some freedom.   Well, I decided to make the decision for them.   Freedom is MINE!

Until tomorrow.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What to do, what to doooo?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/660660</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 08:58:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a pouring, windy, cold, nasty, monsoon type of day here in NH. 

Mom is in the living room wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a pouring, windy, cold, nasty, monsoon type of day here in NH. 

Mom is in the living room watching TV on the couch and playing on the computer.  She's all wrapped up in fleecy blankies on the couch and wants me to come up with her.

Dad is in bed watching movies in the bedroom.  He's watching "Watchmen" and then he's going to watch "Sweeney Todd".  He's under all the blankies and wants me to come up on the bed with him.

HOWEVER, there is a big pot of Minestrone (with sirloin steak) soup simmering on the stove in the kitchen.  It's just the base right now, so it's a pot of steak in beef broth with garlic, onions and tomatoes.  Carrots and celery are going in soon.  Deeelish!!!!  Deserves my monitoring, no?

I don't know what to do.  I don't know where to be.  I wish I could be in three places at once.

I'm so tormented and conflicted.

Guess I will just continue pacing between the three areas and monitoring all three at once.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stay away from my bum!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659859</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 05:39:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659859</guid>
		<description>I am going to the vet this morning.    I have a cough again.   Phooey.   I was up all night coughing ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am going to the vet this morning.    I have a cough again.   Phooey.   I was up all night coughing and wheezing.   Other than the cough I am feeling OK.   I am eating all my meals and I am in a pretty good mood.   I want to go for my walks but mom won't let me.    I don't know what's going on with my cough, but I'm hoping we will catch it early and knock the heck out of it with some good meds, BOL!   I just wish that vet didn't have to stick things in my bum to find out if I am sick.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Work</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659617</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Mar 2010 04:38:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659617</guid>
		<description>I wish mom didn't have to work.   We were having such a nice cuddle session this morning in our bed. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I wish mom didn't have to work.   We were having such a nice cuddle session this morning in our bed.   I was in heaven!  And then mom says "OK bud, time to get up.  I have to go to work."

Phooey!   Work stinks!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I want my babybackbabybackbabyback...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659325</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 13:10:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659325</guid>
		<description>RIBS!!!! 

Guess what I just had for Gotcha Day snack?!?

RIBS!

Mom and Dad went to Texas Roa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ RIBS!!!! 

Guess what I just had for Gotcha Day snack?!?

RIBS!

Mom and Dad went to Texas Roadhouse yesterday after our walk at Wagon Hill.  Mom's eyes were bigger than her bellay (as if THAT's possible, BOL!) and she ordered a full rack of ribs.   She couldn't finish them, so she brought them home.   This afternoon, mom was ready for a snack.  She put them in the oven with some left over french fries and we enjoyed ourselves a nice little snack!   Mom sat on the floor and pulled them apart (because doggies can't have the cooked bones and I can't help but grab 'em, BOL!).   She was covered in BBQ sauce and she shared with me!    YUMMY!  Baby back ribs are deeeelish!!!   Four paws up!   YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659264</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 06:57:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659264</guid>
		<description>Today is my Gotcha Day!!!!  Four years with these crazy people!  Wowza!

I thought the perfect way ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is my Gotcha Day!!!!  Four years with these crazy people!  Wowza!

I thought the perfect way to start Gotcha Day would be to sleep in with the peeps.   Apparently dad had different plans.   He woke me and mom up at 9:00 AM and he wanted to watch a movie in bed.   Okey dokey, put that sucker in!  Get some popcorn! 

Turns out the movie was "Law Abiding Citizen" with Jamie Fox, which is a little too intense for mom in the morning.    So, she got up and left us boys to watch our cops and robbers movie together.

About an hour in to the movie, it got a little to intense for me.  All the shooting and yelling and cursing, YIKES!!!    MOOOOOMMMM!!!!  Come get me!!!! 

I can't jump off the bed myself.  It's too high and mom yells at me when I don't stick the landing.  So I did what any good dog would do.  I stood at the end of the bed and whiiiiiiiiiiinnnnned my pitiful whine and woofed my "Help me!  I'm scared!" bark and mom finally came in to rescue me.   She gave me big hugs and took me off the bed.   She was holding me in her arms and she kissed me on the head and said "Chippy, come on the couch with me.   We'll watch "The Real World".  It's a marathon today."

Sounds good mom!   Thanks for rescuing me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Pal</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659263</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Mar 2010 06:49:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659263</guid>
		<description>Good morning pups!

I have a new pal.  He's a pug and he is hilarious!   And mom says he's adorabl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good morning pups!

I have a new pal.  He's a pug and he is hilarious!   And mom says he's adorable.    He has a great diary and makes mom BOL.    His name is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/977083" target=new>Ruutu</a>.   Go be his friend!   And make sure you include the rest of his family in the request!  They are adorable too!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Squeakie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659173</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Mar 2010 14:57:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659173</guid>
		<description>Today I went to Wagon Hill Farm.   It's a great place with lots of walking trails, both through wood ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went to Wagon Hill Farm.   It's a great place with lots of walking trails, both through woods and through big open fields and meadows.   All of the trails eventually end up at a doggy beach in the Great Bay estuary.   I love it there.  It's my favorite.    We were on our way back up to the car and we passed a tiny little puppy on a pink leash.   I looked at her and looked away.   I didn't want to bring any attention to her because I didn't want mom to catch a case of puppy fever.   I am an only dog and I like it that way!

Anywho, mom saw her.   We stopped and mom said "Oh how cute!   How old is she?"

The lady holding the puppy's leash said "Nine weeks old.   She's a Welsh Corgi." 

Ugh.   Mom was smitten.   The peeps talked for a bit and then we started to go our separate ways.  The puppy pulled a Chipper and put the brakes on.   She sat right down and she could not take her eyes off my handsomeness.   Her mom called her and all of a sudden, the puppy went "Squeeeeeeek!   Squeeeeeksqueeeeeek!"

Her mom laughed and said "No, he doesn't want to play.  Not all dogs want to play with you."

And the puppy went "Squeeeeeeek!   Squeeeeeksqueeeeeek!"

Mom laughed and told me the puppy was not squeaking.   She was puppy whining and barking and she because she wanted to play with me.

Hmph.   Sorry to disappoint puppy, but this Chow does NOT play.   See ya!!!

And off we went.

I left her there.  Squeaking and sad.

I'm a big meanie.

But mom says that's OK.   She has never had a puppy, but isn't nine weeks a little early for a pup to be out in the woods frolicking with the big dogs?!?

Oh well, the puppy seemed to get over it quickly.  I watched as she squeaked her way down to the water to play.

She was cute, but ugh.   She was so puppyish.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eavesdropping</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659105</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Mar 2010 08:01:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659105</guid>
		<description>I was napping on the kitchen floor while the peeps were eating breakfast.  I overheard two very funn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was napping on the kitchen floor while the peeps were eating breakfast.  I overheard two very funny things.

<u>Funny Thing #1</u>
Mom:  What should we get Chipper for his gotcha day tomorrow?
Dad:  I have no idea.  What do you get a dog who has everything?
Mom:  I guess we get him more of everything.


<u>Funny Thing #2</u>
Mom:   Do you think that's enough pancake in Chipper's food bowl?
Dad:  No.  A little more.   And he likes syrup, so make sure you put some on there for him.

BOL!   Yes, yes.  I am a seriously spoiled pup!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sad News</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659101</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Mar 2010 07:40:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659101</guid>
		<description>Hi pups.   My pal Annie has gone to the bridge.  She made her way to the bridge this morning.   Plea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi pups.   My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/444879" target=new>Annie</a> has gone to the bridge.  She made her way to the bridge this morning.   Please stop by her page and offer her mom some support.    Rest in peace sweet Annie.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day Saturday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659088</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Mar 2010 06:45:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/659088</guid>
		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   Mom is making me pupcakes for Gotcha Day Saturday breakfast!   FROM SCRATCH!   And  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   Mom is making me pupcakes for Gotcha Day Saturday breakfast!   FROM SCRATCH!   And then we are going to Wagon Hill for a long outside walk!    It's a beautiful weekend here in NH and we have some pretty bad cabin fever.  We are gonna get outside and get some sun and some fresh air!  YEAH!

And THEN we are going to the pet store to look at new fish tanks AND to pick out Gotcha Day presents for meeeeeee!!!!   WOOHOOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>POTP request</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658991</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Mar 2010 14:43:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658991</guid>
		<description>Hi pups.  Can you all please visit Zuki's page and give him some POTP?   He is having a hard time wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi pups.  Can you all please visit <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/428345/diary/In_the_world_of_an_adzuki_bean_i_mean_dog" target=new>Zuki</a>'s page and give him some POTP?   He is having a hard time with his hips and it's making it hard for him to get around.  His doctors think it might be time for Zuki to venture to the bridge, but his peeps are not quite convinced that it's time.  They could really use some support in this difficult time.    

Also, my little beagle BFF <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/953376/diary/658990" target=new>Pepper</a> is also in need of POTP.   She is pretty sick and could use all the warm and positive thoughts she can get.

Please help me send good vibes to Zuki and Pepper!  They really need it!

OH!  And while you are thinking good thoughts, please think good thoughts for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702" target=new>Sunny Lee</a>'s family.  Their kitty Bean has gone missing and hasn't come home for FIVE days!    I know Bean is OK and I am sure he is off on a wonderful mouse hunting adventure, but please send some good thoughts to Sunny's family.   Please come home soon Bean!  Your family misses you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day Weekend!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658987</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Mar 2010 14:03:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658987</guid>
		<description>It's my gotcha day weekend!  The official day is Sunday, March 7.  Four years ago, I came home to li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's my gotcha day weekend!  The official day is Sunday, March 7.  Four years ago, I came home to live with mom and dad and we started our wild and crazy journey together.   

Mom had the day off today and it was supposed to be Friday with mom.   But dad took the day off too to spend with me!   WOOHOO!!!  It had nothing to do with his ear hurting him and him needing to go to the doctor.   No, he stayed home for MEEEE!    Yeah!

We all slept in and then we ran some errands.    I went to the eye doctor with mom so she could get her eyes checked.  It's been a while and I thought maybe she would need a seeing eye dog, so I figured I should go with her.    Turns out she doesn't need my services (thank dog because I don't like to work), but she does need GLASSES, BOL!    She's gonna be a four-eyes!   AND because she's so O.L.D., they have to be "progressive" lenses, which is fancy talk for bifocals, BOL!   She's so O.L.D!

On the way home, we went grocery shopping and bought all the supplies to hang in for the weekend.   We are gonna chill out together and relax for the whole weekend!  We will make sure to get out and go for long walks in the wonderful spring like weather, but the goal for my gotcha day weekend is to relax and catch up with all of my Dogster buddies!   YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>OM NOM NOM!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658494</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Mar 2010 05:05:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658494</guid>
		<description>We have no food in the house.   It either went bad or we brought it to Nana's house and left it ther ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We have no food in the house.   It either went bad or we brought it to Nana's house and left it there.  So, me and mom ran some quick errands yesterday and bought some soda, pizza and chips.  You know, the necessities.

Mom forgot to buy cheese to hide my pills in this morning.

This morning, mom wanted to hide my pills in something.   No way will I eat them plain.  YUCK!

So mom hid my pills in......PIZZA!!!!!

OM NOM NOM!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HOME!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658446</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Mar 2010 18:03:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658446</guid>
		<description>Whew!!!  We are HOME!!!  YEAH!!!    Mom drove me back home this morning and left me home in my crate ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!!!  We are HOME!!!  YEAH!!!    Mom drove me back home this morning and left me home in my crate in the COLD while she went to work.  She says it wasn't that cold (it was 52F in my house) but I bet she was worried about me all day long, BOL!

Mom couldn't concentrate at work, so she left a bit early, at 5:00.  On the way home, landlord guy called and said "HEY!  The neighbors say the power is on! Race you home to find out!"  BOL!

Mom came home and sure enough, the lights were on, the heat was on, my fan was on, we had hot water, running water and everything else!  YEAH!!!!

Me and mom went for a ride to buy some food because EVERYTHING got thrown away since our fridge had no power for FIVE days/   We tried to buy mom a milk for her coffee in the morning, but the three stores we went to had NO dairy because it all went bad in the power outages :(   Oh well.   We will go to Dunkin Donuts in the morning and I will get a good boy munchkin.   YEAH!    Me and mom also bought a nice cheesy pizza for dinner.  Yummy!

We are all settled back in at home now and we are all exhausted.    Mom and dad had better rest up.    This is a big weekend coming up.  It's my GOTCHA DAY!!!!   Four years with mom and dad!  WOW!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Stoopids</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658044</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 17:46:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658044</guid>
		<description>Look what these meanies did to their dog!

4 SALE

Good thing some nice lady bought him and turn ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Look what these meanies did to their dog!

<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.fosters.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100227/GJNEWS_01/702279930/-1/FOSNEWS03" target=new>4 SALE</a>

Good thing some nice lady bought him and turned him into the SPCA to find a new home.  I hope his new family gives him lots of loving and a handsome jacked to cover that paint.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still a sleepovah!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658015</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 15:16:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/658015</guid>
		<description>Well, it's Sunday.  We lost our power on Thursday.   Still no power at home.   The power company is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it's Sunday.  We lost our power on Thursday.   Still no power at home.   The power company is estimating that the majority of southern NH will have power back tomorrow night, except those areas hardest hit and/or hard to reach.   Our house is not hard to reach, but our power lines were all on the ground!  Some were broken in half!   UGH!   I hope we get power back tomorrow.

Anywho, my weekend has been great.  We spent yesterday cooking a turkey.  YUMMY! And I ran a whole bunch of errands with mom and Papa.     

Today we had a big old Italian meal with meatballs, chicken cutlets and curly spaghetti!  YUMMY!!!  

We just watched the gold medal game for Olympic Hockey.   Good game Canada.   Congrats Riley!    The Americans came in second (a.k.a., they LOST) so we get silver, which is just as good as gold, except that it's not.  Oh well.

So, we are spending another night here.  It's no big deal.   I kinda like having all my favorite peeps under one roof, BOL!   I'm just glad we have heat, running water and lights, BOL!

But I can't wait to go home.  All this excitement is making me tired!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sleepovah!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/657695</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 19:12:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, we survived the crazy wind storm.  There were a lot of casualties.   Lots of trees were l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, we survived the crazy wind storm.  There were a lot of casualties.   Lots of trees were lost.  Toppled right over.  The rivers are no longer rivers, but have become giant lakes.  Our neighbor's shingles flew off their roof and are all over our lawn.   But most importantly, we lost our power.  For a while.   The power lines are dangling all in the road.   We had to drive OVER our power lines to get out.  UGH.

We have no power, no heat and no running water.    

Mom called Nana and asked if Hotel Kittyville was open for business.   Of course Nana said yes, but there are no more kitties (except the good one who lives downstairs).     Me and mom packed up the car and as soon as dad got home we took off to Nana's house for a sleep over!    I knew exactly where we were going and I arooooooed as soon as we turned down the street!     

I got to see my Papa!   He gave me lots of scratches and pats on my head.   We all ate dinner and then mom brought me up to the bedroom.  It's not where we normally stay.   Nana is making a "guest bedroom".    Since the room just became vacant when the kitties moved out last weekend, the room is still "in progress".   So get this....

There are no beds.   Just mattresses on the floor!!!! 

OH.

MY.

DOG.

I can walk right onto the peeps bed and curl right up.  I can walk right over to mom and nose her in the face, BOL! This is perfect!  I think we should do this at home!

Mom brought my blankies from home and my travel crate.  But I don't want them.  I wanna lay on the mattress, BOL!  Perfection!

We don't know how long we will be here.    Our electric company told people to be prepared for a "multiple day outage".   We are really hoping that by "multiple" they mean two, BOL!

p.s.  Keep your paws crossed for my fishies.  They are home alone in the cold.   They don't like to get cold or they turn to fishcicles.   Keep your paws crossed that the power comes on for them, please.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Look out all you witches!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/657493</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 18:43:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My house is a comin' flying! 

Oh.  My.  Dog.   We are in the middle of the CRAZIEST wind storm!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My house is a comin' flying! 

Oh.  My.  Dog.   We are in the middle of the CRAZIEST wind storm!   The house is shaking to and fro and the rain is pounding on the windows and it's all just plain crazy!  Our lights flickered a bunch of times and even turned off for a few seconds.  YIKES! 

I'm pretty sure that my house is about to lift off!   And when it does, I'm planning to land it right on top of some witch so I can frollick around with a bunch of munchkins and flying monkeys!    

I'm no Toto.   I'll make those munchkins live in a tree and bake me cookies like the Keebler Elves, BOL!   And when I find that wizard dude, I don't want no stinkin heart or brain or courage.  I have all that.  I want unlimited bully sticks and massages and piles and piles of cookies!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jerky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/656496</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 18:24:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and Dad came home from the place formerly known as Kittyville today.  As soon as mom came in, I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and Dad came home from the place formerly known as Kittyville today.  As soon as mom came in, I smelt it.  I didn't know where it was, but I smelt it.   I had to find it.  Mom kissed me on the forehead and instead of smooching her back, I sniffsniffsniffed her all over.  Mom said "Enough!  I have to pee!" and she ran to the potty.  Usually I follow her in there to make sure the bathroom monster doesn't get her.  Not this time, she was on her own.

It was right about then that mom got nervous.    She yelled "Chippy!  What are you doing?  Why aren't you in here?   Are you getting into trouble?"

I didn't answer.  

When mom came out of the bathroom, there I was in the middle of the rug with a big bag of....

JACK LINK'S TERIYAKI BEEF JERKY!!!!

YEAH!!!!   WOOHOOO!!!!

I knew I smelt it!  It was in mom's purse!  They bought it for the car ride WITHOUT ME and thought they could sneak it past me.  Nope.  No way, No how.   I have a nose for beef jerky and none if it will get past me!  I snagged that bad boy right out of her purse and tried to figure out how to get the beef out!

Unfortunately, mom caught me before I got to the innards of the bag.   She wasn't angry though.  She thought it was kinda funny.  Of course, she thinks it's hilarious that me and dad go gaga for the same treats, BOL!

Mom made me do a couple of tricks and rewarded me with a little bit of jerky.  YUMMY!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The End of Kittyville</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/656370</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 04:51:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/656370</guid>
		<description>As faithful readers will know, I love going to Nana's house.   Nana and Papa love me and I get lots  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As faithful readers will know, I love going to Nana's house.   Nana and Papa love me and I get lots of treats and pats for FREE without having to work for them!!!  WOOHOO!   However, their house, a.k.a.  Kittyville, always has an element of drama to it due to the stinking kitties.  There are three of them.  One lives downstairs with mom's brother.   She's OK and likes to stay down there with him.  The other two....Oh.  My.  Dog.   Unruly.   One wants to kill me.  He's very grumpy and charges me and hisses at me.    He's so unruly that he has to be put into kitty prison when I am there.  Heeehee!

Well, mom and dad are going to Kittyville and they are kicking out all the kitties!  Well, not all of them, just the two upstairs cats.   Mom's sister is moving out and she is taking the two kitties with her!  YEAH!!!!    Now when I go over, I'm not gonna have to worry about "Where's the kitty?"  and "How did Rocky get out of kitty prison?"   or "QUICK!!!  Someone catch Rocky!" BOL!    

Kittyville.  OUT!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>TUG</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655770</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 16:55:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't play.  It's my rule.  I don't like toys.  Any kind.   I'm just not into them.

But mom see ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't play.  It's my rule.  I don't like toys.  Any kind.   I'm just not into them.

But mom seems convinced that she's going to change my mind.   So, we have been working on "tug" with a new toy dad bought me for Christmas.   It's a lion made out of fleece.   He's from the Kong company, so he can't be bad.   

We started pretty slow and mom clicked and gave me cheese just for looking at the toy.  I caught on pretty quickly if I do say so myself.   Then, I made the mistake of bopping him with my nose.   That was all mom would click for.   I love me some cheese, so I kept bopping.    Until I opened my mouth.  Crap.  Now that woman would only click if I put my mouth on the toy.   Until I bit the toy.  Phooey!  Now she will only click and give me cheese if I bite him.   Well, then it became a little fun.

SHHHHH!!!!  DON'T TELL ANYONE!!!   

I started to pull back a little.   And then I pulled a lot.  Next thing I knew, I was tugging with mom!!!!   Of course, since I am so strong, I always win!   And when I win and pull the toy away from mom, she clicks and gives me cheese!!! YEAH!

Maybe this playing thing isn't all bad!    Maybe I'll like it.  Hmmm....  Shhh!!!  Don't tell anyone!  I'm a Chow and we don't play!

Here's a video mom took tonight of me "tugging".   Note how strong I am when I win!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/video/467498/tug" target=new>TUG</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655671</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 07:45:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are supposed to get some snow today.  Mom has become an old lady and is tired of driving in it, s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are supposed to get some snow today.  Mom has become an old lady and is tired of driving in it, so she took a vacation day today in anticipation of the snow, BOL!    So, we are staying home today together!!!  

It's 10:40 AM and there is no snow yet, BOL!   Silly weathermen!

Mom doesn't care, though.   It's grey and dreary and it's not the kind of day that we should be out and about or working, BOL!   And the storm is on it's way.  It was flurrying when I went out for my potty break.

So, we are gonna warm this house up by....BAKING!!!  WOOHOO!!!

We are gonna make cookies and brownies and a nice dinner for dad when he comes home from work.    One of the cookies we are gonna make are my favorites....ice box cookies!  They are chocolate wafers (blech!) with REAL whipped cream in the center, then they are frozen.   They are my favorites because mom's not so neat when she is whipping the cream, so it goes all over the kitchen, BOL!    YUMMY!   AND there is more whipped cream than we need to make the cookies, so me and mom always share the last little bit of whipped cream.  YUMMY!!!! 

I LOVE snow days!  Even when there isn't much snow, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Valentine's Day Mom!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655294</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 09:23:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what I gave mom today for Valentine's day?!?

You're never gonna guess, so I will just tell  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what I gave mom today for Valentine's day?!?

You're never gonna guess, so I will just tell you....

I gave mom...

A big puddle of Chippy pee on the kitchen floor!

Yeah, I know, I know, it's too much.   I spent a lot of time planning it and it wasn't exactly a surprise.  Mom caught me while I was in mid preparation of her gift :(

You should have seen mom's face when she saw it!   She was soo happy!

I know that most would think that mom would be mad.  But she wasn't.  I'm still on Prednisone and it makes me have to pee more.  It even says it on the side of the bottle.   The only time I have accidents is when I am on Prednisone.  Sometimes I just have to go so bad that I can't help it.   UGH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cock-a-doodle-dooooooooooo!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655235</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 05:44:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There is a rooster in my neighborhood.   I don't know where he lives.   But I hear him.   When we go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There is a rooster in my neighborhood.   I don't know where he lives.   But I hear him.   When we go out for my morning walk/potty break, I hear COCK-A-DOOOODLE-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!    My ears poke up, I puff up my chest and my fur and I am ON him!     But I can't see him.  I don't know where he is.

Mom says that roosters taste like chicken.  And she says that if I ever see him, I can try to catch that cock-a-doodle-doo.  And if I catch him, I can EAT him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oops.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655074</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 09:14:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom abandoned me at the groomer's today.  Hmph.   There were a bunch of Chow Chows there so it shoul ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom abandoned me at the groomer's today.  Hmph.   There were a bunch of Chow Chows there so it should be interesting.  If everyone in the play pen are "Fun Police", who are we gonna police?     Perhaps some young labby will come in for us to boss around, heehee!

Oh well, I guess it will give me some time to come up with a plan.   Me and mom dropped the ball.   We didn't send out any Valentines.    We meant to and we bought some presents for some of our friends.   But mom got busy with work all week and now she is sleepy on Saturday and Valentine's day is TOMORROW!!!   EEK!

So, we will send out some rosies and later this week, we will send out some Valentines.   Sorry!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dairy Pick(s)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/655039</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 06:37:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!   Me and Sunny Lee are diary picks of the day today!!!!    We are the meat in the diary pick li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!   Me and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702" target=new>Sunny Lee</a> are diary picks of the day today!!!!    We are the meat in the diary pick line up!    Right in the middle together!    Thanks HQ!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thursday with Dad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/654747</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:12:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning, I was in a deep sleep dreaming of bunny chasing when I was RUDELY awakened.    The ala ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning, I was in a deep sleep dreaming of bunny chasing when I was RUDELY awakened.    The alarm went off to wake up the peeps.   Dad got out of bed and went to the living room.  No lights came on.  Weird.  Mom didn't get up.  Not so weird, BOL!

A couple minutes later, dad came back into the bedroom and climbed back into bed.  Weird.

Then mom got up and went in the shower.  Weird.

But not so weird that I was gonna stay at the foot of the bed.  I moseyed on up to the head of the bed and rested my little black face right on mom's pillows.   Much better!

Mom came back in the bedroom and I was B.U.S.T.E.D.   There I was.   Under the blankies.  Head on her fleecy pillow.   CUDDLED UP WITH DAD!!!!

She didn't quite know what to do.   Dad had his arm around me and I was all pressed up into his chest.    Mom was speechless.   

I poked one eye out from the covers and said "Hey lady, can you keep it down please?  We're sleeping."

Mom got ready for work and was just about to head out when I woofed from the bed "HEY!  Don't forget me!"   She took me out to potty, fed me breakfast and left me home with dad for the day!  WOOHOO!!!   We spent the whole day together man-bonding.   Sweet!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A talking to...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/654251</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Feb 2010 18:37:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom sat me down tonight.   Seems someone did a little blabbing to her about my &quot;attitude&quot;.

Mom sa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom sat me down tonight.   Seems someone did a little blabbing to her about my "attitude".

Mom said "Chipper, it's not nice to growl at dad when he is just trying to let you out of your crate."

Me:  But why mom?   It's a lot of fun!  If he gave me a cookie, I wouldn't give him a hard time! 

Mom:  Hm.  I don't think you need any more cookies Tubby.    Also, Chipper, you really shouldn't growl at dad when he's trying to put your collar on.  It's not nice.

Me:  Heehee...

Mom:  Chipper.  I'm serious.  Do NOT growl at him when he tries to put your collar on, then when he puts your collar down you shouldn't follow him around pawing at his leg begging  him to put your collar on, only so you can growl at him AGAIN when he tries to put your collar on.  It's NOT nice.

Me:  BAHAHAHAHA!!!!   Sooo funny!

Mom:  Chipper, you really need to be nicer to dad.  He loves you and he just wants to make you happy.  Why do you insist on giving him such a hard time?

Me:  Well mom, you see....I give him a hard time because I can.   And I really like to growl at everything.   What can I say, I'm a vocal dog.  I have a lot to say.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beans, beans, the musical fruit...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653714</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Feb 2010 10:04:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>BOL!   Mom made a BIG pot of chili today!   When I say big, I mean HUGE!   The New Orleans Saints (m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ BOL!   Mom made a BIG pot of chili today!   When I say big, I mean HUGE!   The New Orleans Saints (my and dad's fave team) are in the Superbowl, so we are preparing a huge football feast!   Mom bought cheese, crackers and pepperoni, soft pretzels (the kind you bake in the oven) and she's making chili!!!! 

While mom was making the chili, I was standing at her feet.   She was "washing" the beans, whatever that means.    I thought they smelled kinda interesting so I was just kinda staring.  Mom said "Chippy, wanna taste a black bean?"   YEAH!

So, she handed me one.  YUMMY!

Gimme another one!

She gave me another bean and I gulped it down.   Gimme more!

So mom gave me two more.    I was all excited and sitting straight up at attention for some more beans.

That's when we heard from the way back of the kitchen...daddy singing....

"Beans, beans, the musical fruit.  
The more you eat, the more you toot!"

BOL!  

Mom looked at dad and said..."Oh My Dog!  You're right!   No more beans Chippy!"

But she did slip me a sampling of the kidney beans (pretty sure kidneys are meat, no?) and the pinto beans.   YUMMY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BOL!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653564</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 17:21:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom were just doing some training tricks.    Well, I was doing tricks and mom was giving me c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom were just doing some training tricks.    Well, I was doing tricks and mom was giving me clicks and string cheese.  

Mom said "Chippy, Spin!"

So, I pranced around in a little circle, which seems to crack mom up.

Just as I was to round full circle, it hit.  I took a deep breath in and ACK!  I coughed really hard!   And three pieces of string cheese came flying out at mom!  BOL! 

I looked at mom, who was just sitting there on the floor with my cheese in front of her. 

Well, don't mind if I do!  Thanks mom!  And I bent down and scooped up those three pieces of cheese and ate 'em! 

When I was done, I sat right in front of mom and said "Well, are you gonna click that thing or what?  I could really use some cheese."   

BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653558</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 16:53:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was tagged by Jolanda a while back.   Then all my coughing happened and I forgot about tag!   Sill ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/874645" target=new>Jolanda</a> a while back.   Then all my coughing happened and I forgot about tag!   Silly me!   Well, I didn't forget for long!   Jolanda would like me to list out some things I like.   Here goes!

1. Food.  All food.  Any kind, except for vegetables.   I love, love, love food.  Especially meat.  And bully sticks!   And cookies!   YUMMY!

2.  Walks.   I love, love, love walks.  Especially in the woods.   There is nothing I love more than going into the woods and walking all along the trails.   

3.  Sleeping.  I love to sleep.  Sometimes I sleep in my crate, but not at night.  I sleep right up in the big bed with mom and dad.  I love to sleep with them and keep their legs warm!

4.  Camping.  I loooove camping!  We have a camper and we go camping every weekend in the summer.   Our camper is right on a lake and I like to watch all the people and their pups go walking by.  Plus, camping is QT with my peeps and I love that!

5.  Mom.  It's no secret, I'm a momma's boy.  I love my mom and I will do anything for her!   

6.  My Gramps.  Mom's dad is the best.  He gives me free cookies and lots of pats.  He ALWAYS shares his meals with me.  I love him.

That's all I have for now!   I'm not gonna tag anyone because I think all my pals have already done this list.   If you haven't done it, please feel free!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653467</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Feb 2010 08:05:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WOOHOO!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thank you Dogster HQ! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOOHOO!!!!   I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thank you Dogster HQ!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Friday with mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653349</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Feb 2010 17:16:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom had the day off from work today.  I loooove when she has her Fridays off!    We spent the day to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom had the day off from work today.  I loooove when she has her Fridays off!    We spent the day together running all kinds of errands.   We did the groceries, went to Dunkin Donuts for coffee, went to visit mom's friend and her little baby (I waited in the car and took a quick nap) and then we went to the pet store!   I meandered all through the aisles and picked out some cookies and chews.  I picked out two elephant ears like Sunny Lee likes!    I munched on one tonight, but I can't finish it.   Mom's going to put it away until tomorrow.   I looove the pet store!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My heart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/653144</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Feb 2010 17:59:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK pups, don't panic.   I'm OK.

My vet called today.  You see, I didn't see my real vet yesterday ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK pups, don't panic.   I'm OK.

My vet called today.  You see, I didn't see my real vet yesterday.  She wasn't working yesterday.   I saw the other vet, who mom also really likes.  But she's new and she hasn't been there since the beginning.  So mom asked that my vet look at my x-rays when she came in.    

Mom got a call today at 7:58 AM and she knew something was not OK.  New vet wanted to talk to mom about my x-rays.  Turns out when the vet from yesterday showed my vet the x-rays the noticed something, so ALL of the vets looked at my x-rays and compared them to all of my past x-rays.  They noticed that my heart was enlarged, which we knew.   We all assume that it is from the heartworms that I had right before I came to live with mom and dad.   Well, the vets noticed that it looks different now.

So, they did some fancy measuring and found out that it is indeed larger now.    Mom doesn't know what the numbers mean, but my heart was a 10.1 in my first x-rays.  They consider a heart "enlarged" at 10.o.   Now it is over 11, which they consider a significant change.   They told mom not to panic and that I will be OK.  But, they think that they should explore this a bit more to see if there is more they can do for me.   Perhaps there is more to this cough than we are all thinking....

Anywho, they want mom to bring me in for an ultrasound of my heart.   They don't do ultrasounds themselves.  They have a specialist come in for cardio and abdominal ultrasounds.  So, mom talked to them and they said it's not an emergency.   But we should get it done in the next 4-6 weeks, just in case there is more than meets the eye.  

The specialist comes in on Tuesdays.   Mom got an estimate for pricing and told the vet that we would have to plan financially a bit, unless it's an emergency.   The vet said that the price she gave mom included hospitalization, but they didn't think that was the way to go for me, since I am so "sensitive".  They asked mom to bring me in and spend the day at the vet with me and to help calm me when the specialist was doing his thing with me.   You all know how I feel about strangers...never mind strangers who touch me with strange machines!  They all thought that we would get the best results if mom stayed with me and calmed me down.  So that's what we are going to do.

Mom says that we will probably get the ultrasound done in the next couple of weeks.  I will keep you posted.

Please, please pups.  Remind your moms and dads to give you your monthly heartworm pills every single month.   Those little worms can give you a lifetime of issues and you may never even know that you have them until it's too late.  And even if you do find out you have them and you treat them, they can still do you harm years later :(

Also, please, please don't worry about me.  I'm going to be just fine.   I promise.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the mend!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/652968</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Feb 2010 18:14:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My favorite cocktail, BOL! 

I went to the doctor today.  I'm not gonna lie.   It wasn't good.  It ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My favorite cocktail, BOL! 

I went to the doctor today.  I'm not gonna lie.   It wasn't good.  It all started by finding out that my tubby behind weighs 44 lbs!!!  OMD!  That's SIX pounds more than the vet wants me to weigh!  UGH!   Diet AGAIN!

Me and mom went into the exam room and I instantly hid under the chairs.   I knew what was coming....yes, yes.  My bum was poked.   Ugh.   My temperature was normal and just perfect.

The vet poked and prodded.   She listened to my heart, she listened to my lungs.   She tugged on my legs and peeked in my ears.   She pushed up my lips to check out my chompers and she checked all my lymph nodes.   She said everything was normal, but OMD, that cough!!!  YIKES!

So, she suggested that I have pictures of my insides taken.   Well, I was NOT in the mood for that malarkey.    Mom stripped me naked and they put that terrible collar on me that loops around my neck.  The vet tech said "Let's go Chipper!" and tried to lead me out back to my death.    I know she had terrible intentions.    I was NOT going to be tricked.  

So, I put on the brakes.  Hard.     She tugged.  I tugged harder.  

Mom had enough and the tech didn't want to tug on my neck with me coughing.   So mom said "Well, if you're not gonna walk...."

And she scooped me up in her arms!    YEAH!!!  Let's go mom!!!  Right out the front door!   Show that tech who's boss!  You mom!  You're the boss lady!

But no.  Mom also had ill intentions.   She carried me OUT BACK and put me on the x-ray table and left me there!!!!  TRAITOR!!!! 

I could not believe it!

Mom went back to the room to wait for me.   A couple minutes later, the door flew open and in I came....IN THE VET TECH'S ARMS, BOL!!!!  That's right, I made her carry all 44 lbs of my Chow Chowness, BOL! 

I sat with mom while they developed my pictures.   They came in and said that one didn't come out so we had to do it all over.   Crap.   I just looked up at mom and said "You know the drill!  Carry me like Cleopatra!"

So, she did. 

And when I was done, I was carried back to the room by the vet tech, BOL! 

The royal treatment!   I am AWESOME!

Once the pictures were developed, the doctor came in.  She said that I have some inflammation in my lungs, but no sign of pneumonia or anything terrible.   I have an "upper respiratory infection".    The doctor gave me some antibiotics, cough suppressants and Prednisone.    I took some already and I feel much better!     Hopefully this will be kicked for good soon!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crap.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/652723</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Feb 2010 18:56:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom says I'm going to the doctor tomorrow.    Dad came home from work and I was OK.  Then we went fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom says I'm going to the doctor tomorrow.    Dad came home from work and I was OK.  Then we went for a walk and I was coughing.   We came home and every time I moved, I coughed.   When mom came home, I was so excited to see her that I burst into a coughing fit, BOL!    I was trying to kiss her and I coughed right in her face, spittle and all, BOL!

I refused to eat my kibble.   I kept approaching it like I wanted to eat it, but wouldn't.  So mom came over and sat with me on the floor.  I buried my head in her chest and cried "Oh, poor ME!"    Mom felt bad for me and offered me some kibbles in her hand.   WOOHOO!!!  Much easier!   She hand fed me all my kibbles, which was much easier because I didn't have to bend over to get them.

Mom also gave me another cough suppressant and now I am exhausted!   I don't think these are cough suppressants!  I think they are mickeys!   YIKES!

We are all off to bed soon and mom's hoping that we can go see the vet ASAP tomorrow.   UGH.   I sense a bum poking in my very near future....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WHAT?!?  You're leaving me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/652491</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Feb 2010 04:06:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't feel good!   I woke up when dad wakes up and I was coughing.    So I did the only thing a go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't feel good!   I woke up when dad wakes up and I was coughing.    So I did the only thing a good dog would do....I ran over to mom and coughed in her face.  Hey, if I'm miserable, coughing and awake at 4:45 AM, she should be too!   Well, maybe not coughing so much, BOL!   

My coughs were bad.   Very dry, hacking and generally miserable.   I pushed my head into mom's chest and said "Please don't go to work today, mom!  Please stay home with me!"

But mom said no.   She can't stay home.   She has to go to work, at least for a little while to get some stuff done.    Besides, she has a new theory and she doesn't think that I am "sick".    You see, I have had an appetite (well, aside from my little kibble strike, but that's normal).   I gobbled up my kibbles last night and this morning (in between coughs...OH POOR ME!) and I want to go for walks.

So, here is mom's theory......it's really, really dry here.   Mom forgot to turn on my humidifier last night.  AND she stripped the bed last night and washed all the sheets and blankies with extra fabric softener and dryed them with extra dryer sheets.   Mom thinks that maybe my sensitive little lungs just couldn't handle the combo.   I did pass out pretty hard core last night and I was snoresnoresnoring away with my head buried between the comforter and the Red Sox blanket.   

So, here's the plan.    Mom's gonna take me for a walk to get some fresh air.  When we come home, she's going to give me a cough suppressant and lock me in the bathroom while she takes a shower.   Then she's gonna go to work.  She's gonna call my vet and see if I can take some Benadryl for this.   Maybe that will help?   

Mom says that I have to go in my crate today.  You see, when I don't move, I don't cough.   So, it's a crate kind of day today (not that I've spent the day outside of my crate yet, but we were getting there).

Mom says that if I keep coughing, I will go to the vet tomorrow.  EEK!!!!    Go away cough!  GO AWAY!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Millie Boots</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/652424</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 18:28:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey everyone!   Go check out Millie Boots!   She's new to dogster and she only has one pal...ME!     ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey everyone!   Go check out <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1094709" target=new>Millie Boots</a>!   She's new to dogster and she only has one pal...ME!    You all know how I feel about puppies (blech!), but I will make an exception for Millie.  She is ADORABLE with her little chubby chow tummy, floppy little pei-like ears and such a sweet face!   

Go be her friend please!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Whole New Kind of B.A.B.!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/652403</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 1 Feb 2010 17:20:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OH.  MY.  DOG!

Mom was home sick today.   We hung out on the couch all day long.   We went out fo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OH.  MY.  DOG!

Mom was home sick today.   We hung out on the couch all day long.   We went out for a lap around the yard around 3:00 PM.   We opened the door and I JUMPED right back in the door!   Something hit me in the face!   What the Woof was that?!?

I looked at mom and said "You go first!  Kick it's a$$!"

Mom walked out the door and there was a big brown box in a huge plastic bag and the bag was blowing all around wildly in the wind!   That bag smacked me in the face!   Mom wrangled the bag into submission and tossed it in the house.   She said "I have no idea what that is.  We'll check it out when we get back."

But I knew.   I knew it was for me.

When we came back in, I was on it.   Sniffsniffsniffsniff!   I smell......COOKIES!!!

We brought the foreign package upstairs and mom read the label.  It said:  TO: Chipper

YEAH!

"Quick, mom!!!  Get the scissors or something!" I yelled.

Mom cut the box open and we pulled out a giant <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1265062857.jpg" target=new>BONE</a> with MY name on it!!! 

YEAH!!!

Mom took it out of the package and wanted to take my picture with it.  She held it up and I tried to bite it, BOL!   She told me "LEAVE IT!" and this is my <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/photo/4872172" target=new>Expression</a>.   Woman!  Don't tell me what to do with my cookie!   Gimme it!

She let me nibble on it a bit and then she put it away.  I have been on a kibble strike lately and I refuse to eat my kibble.  Mom said no giant bone until I eat my kibbles.   UGH.   So, after the peeps ate dinner, mom made my kibble.  To encourage me to eat it, mom put a tablespoon of 1/2 "cooked" Frosty Paws that she made for me this afternoon.   OMD!  Banana/vanilla/chicken liver frosty paws!  Deeslish!

Dad was too excited about my giant bone to smack it and break it up.  He said maybe tomorrow.   Secretly, I think he likes it more than me, BOL!

I am so excited to eat my ginormous bone!!!    Thank you so much <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/960106" target=new>Jia</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/800844" target=new>Dylan</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/800845" target=new>Tiberius</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/802374" target=new>Angel Roman</a>!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Revenge of the B.A.B</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/651990</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 30 Jan 2010 15:25:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   The Big A$$ Bone that I ate last night is coming back to haunt me today.  UGH!    M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   The Big A$$ Bone that I ate last night is coming back to haunt me today.  UGH!    Mom let me chew on it for a bit longer than normal last night.    Plus it was a bit larger in girth than normal, which means that I could get more marrow.   I was all like "WOOHOOO!!!!   YEAH!!!" last night, but today, I am paying for it.

I have a bit of an upset tummy.   There's a monster in my tummy and he is grumbling like crazy.   I went out to do a poop and it was completely soft serve.  Not liquid or anything but definitely not solid.    Yuck.    I also didn't want my breakfast or my dinner.  Yuck.   So not in the mood.

But after dinner, mom opened the freezer door and I started doing zoomies (well, my Chow version of zoomies which would make most of you BOL!).   I was aroooing and yelling "GIMME that B.A.B!"   I know it's in the freezer and I WANT it!   The upset tummy is sooo worth it! 

I didn't get the bone.  But I did get a bully stick and I chewed that bad boy right up, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>B. A.  B.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/651798</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 17:55:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That stands for Big A$$ Bone.    That's what I am chewing on right now.   Mom went to our local butc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That stands for Big A$$ Bone.    That's what I am chewing on right now.   Mom went to our local butcher and got a whole bunch of bones for me.    YEAH!    

Mom and dad are watching wrestling and I am laying on my blankie chewing the heck out of this BAB.   It's the yummy kind with the marrow inside.  That's what I am working on right now.   The marrow.   It's like the world's best Kong.  Deeelish!    

So far, I have not growled or given any of my peeps dirty looks.   My body is nice and loose and I am having great fun chewing my BAB!   I'm taking my sweet time chewing and savoring every bite.   

Not too shabby for a dog who would go postal if someone stepped too close to my kibbles two years ago, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Neglected!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/651765</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 15:41:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been neglected!   For the past week, I have barely seen my mom!   Yesterday she left me home  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been neglected!   For the past week, I have barely seen my mom!   Yesterday she left me home at 8:00 AM and didn't come back until 11:00 PM!   Oh.  My.  Dog.

How am I supposed to live like this?!?  Who is gonna pet me?   Who is gonna give me food?   Who is gonna give me massages and cookies? 

Certainly not dad.   He's not as fun as mom.  Sure he gives me *some* kibble, but it's not as good as mom's.   I barely even eat it.  Sure he busts out the Beggin Strips when mom's not looking, but I prefer mom's fresh cooked beef liver that dad won't touch.  Sure dad gives me pats, but they are not the same as mom's.

Mom claims that she has not left us.   She claims that this is what it takes to earn the kibble.  Lots and lots of work.   

Phooey.

I say that she should quit her job and let me provide for us!   I'll catch us lots of squirrels to eat.   We'll do just fine.  I promise.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cuddles and Snuggles</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/650808</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:55:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am not a cuddler.   Really.  I'm not.   But lately, I have been caught attempting to snuggle with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am not a cuddler.   Really.  I'm not.   But lately, I have been caught attempting to snuggle with my peeps.     

Let me bring you back to the very beginning.   When mom and dad first adopted me, I was very polite.   I did not want to go on the furniture.   One day mom wanted to pat me on the couch.   So she picked me up and put me on the couch.  I got really nervous and started to shake and I jumped right off.  Same for the bed.   It was scary.   I didn't know I was allowed on the furniture and I thought I was going to get in trouble even though mom said it was OK.

So, we worked on that.   Mom taught me that it was OK for me to be on the couch and the bed.   I am still not a fan of the couch, but that's mostly because it's too small for me AND mom.   We need to buy a bigger one.  I'm thinking sectional.   Ooooh, if only pups were allowed in furniture stores...

Anywho, I AM a big fan of the bed.   I looove to sleep on mom and dad's bed.   For a very long time, I would only sleep down by mom and dad's feet.   With a lot of encouragement, I sometimes would go up to mom and dad's end of the bed for Sunday morning kisses and pats.

Well, lately, mom has been waking up to me snuggled right along side her, right up by her chest.   Mom knew it wasn't because I like to cuddle, because I DON'T.   Mom thought it was because she sleeps with the fan on her and I like the fan.  So if I sleep next to mom, I get the fan, BOL!

Except...

Yesterday morning when we woke up, I was snuggled right up alongside....DAD!   Yeah, that's right, DAD!   Over on the other side of the bed from mom!    Pushed right up against dad's belly with my head resting on his arms.   Snuggling.  No fan, so that one's tough to explain.

Then this morning, I woke mom up by snuggling right up with her and pushing my nose in her face and under her hands so she can pat me.

AND, a couple mornings last week, mom put me in a big bear hug on the bed and she was telling me how handsome I am and what a good boy I am and she was patting my head and singing to me.   I stayed with her and LET her do this for *gasp!* fifteen minutes!   WOW!    

Then today, we all piled back in bed to watch "Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian" and I solicited cuddles from both peeps.

Hmmm...maybe it's time to consider the no cuddling rule.

I think I'm starting to like it.

SSSSHHHHHH!!!!!  Don't tell anyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kittyville is MINE!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/650624</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 18:17:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to Nana's house today.    Mom's fam went ice fishing, so Nana was home all alone.  Mom took h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to Nana's house today.    Mom's fam went ice fishing, so Nana was home all alone.  Mom took her out to lunch while I waited in the car and then we went to Nana's house.    I was so confused when we got there.   We went right up to the door and Nana opened it and she SCREAMED!    There, right on the other side were TWO kitties!!!  YEAH!!!  Let me at 'em!!! 

Nana closed the door and said "Maybe Chipper should go in the back door and I will put the kitties in kitty prison."

So, all of a sudden, we headed back off the porch and to the driveway.   NOOOOO!!!!!  I wanna go in!   I put on the brakes, but mom didn't care.  She made me go with her.    As we walked, I sniffed the whole way.  I finally figured out that we were sneaking in the back of Nana's house!    All of a sudden, Nana appeared in the window!!!   We busted in there and we were in the basement!   

We all wandered up the stairs and that's when I heard him.   Rocky, the evil kitty was meeeooowing on the porch!   He knew I was there and he was yelling for me.   Normally, he goes out on the porch and lays there (don't worry....he was safe.  it's an enclosed porch and he lounges his fat behind on the couch out there while he stalks the birds).   Not this time.   He knew I was in his house, playing with his toys, drinking his water, eating his food (BOL!  mom wasn't watching!) and getting pats from his Nana!!!    HAHAHA Rocky!

He meowed and meowed and peeked in the windows to the living room so he could see us and sat there and stared at me.  I tossed my nose in the air and said Hahaha!    You are the loser, Rocky!  Take that!  It's MY castle now!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beach day!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 16:31:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, not quite.  It wasn't hot out.  It wasn't even warm.  It was windy and cold, but boy was it su ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, not quite.  It wasn't hot out.  It wasn't even warm.  It was windy and cold, but boy was it sunny!   Me and mom went to the beach to frolic and play.  And chase the gulls.

While we were wandering about, we ran into an off leash springer spaniel.   She was running to and fro chasing balls off leash.   She came running our way and mom yelled out "Hey!  He doesn't want to say hi!" because her peeps were way far away and well, I can be a bit grumpy sometimes.   They called her and she didn't come any closer, but she did stop where she was and stare at me.  Oh well, we continued on.

I moseyed on down the beach and found a gigantic sea creature!!!   It was HUGE and I wanted to eat it!   I snagged it in my big chompers and threw it on the ground.  Mom laughed at me and said "Nice catch Chippy, but that clam is EMPTY!"   Foiled!   In an effort to redeem my self, I proceeded to check every clam shell on the beach for inhabitants.    I even *gasp!* stepped into the ocean all the way up to my ankles.   I know.  It's crazy.  It was like a big bath of ice cubes.  But it was worth it to shang hi some sea creatures.

It was about this time that I turned around and there was the spaniel again.  This time she was with her peeps.  They were pretty close to us and mom said "Oh, no say hi's please.   He can be a little grumpy with other dogs."   They gave mom a dirty look and said "What, is he like a Chow or something?"   Mom said "Yes, yes he is."    And the little beeyotch said "I can tell.  I don't like them.  They are mean and they scare me."

And she turned around and left with her little dog in tow.   

Beeyotch.

Determined not to ruin our day, mom just shouted a very nice "You have a nice day too!" and we went along our merry way.

That's when I discovered.....SEA GULLS!!!!!   Oh.  My.  Dog.  If you pups think that squirrels are fun to chase, you should try gulls!   They are AWESOME!!!  They are everywhere at the beach and then can...get this...FLY!   Oh, I had an awesome time trying to catch one of those big white bastards!  They were everywhere!   Not only do they escape by flying, but they hide out in the waves.   So all of a sudden, the pop up in the ocean and they bob along like little floaties.   They stay just out of reach so that I would have to go IN the water up over my head!   No way was that happening, so they just sat there bobbing along taunting me!  UGH!   They sooo deserve to be chased!

After I was sure that every gull had been chased, we went over to the rocks at the edge of the beach.  I climbed over them all inspecting for sea creatures.  I didn't find any and mom was getting cold, so we headed back home.   

Whew!  It was  a very fun day and we had a blast at the beach.   Mom says we can go back soon since doggies are allowed on that beach year round (with restricted summer hours).  I can't wait!

You can see some pictures <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://trainedbyachowchow.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach.html" target=new>here</a>!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SLOW</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/650104</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:50:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hate that word.    Slow.

Mom's been saying it a lot lately when we are out on our walks.

&quot;Ch ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hate that word.    Slow.

Mom's been saying it a lot lately when we are out on our walks.

"Chip, SLOW!   It's icy."

"Chip, SLOW! It's snowing."

"CHIPPER!   SLOW!   I almost fell!"

UGH!   I like to go, go, go!   Why can't she keep up!

I can't help but notice that I, Mr. Graceful and Elegant, has not slipped on the ice yet this season.

Maybe if mom walked on all four paws, she wouldn't be as toppley on the ice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Diary Pick of the Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/650103</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 04:46:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WOOHOOO!!!!  Thanks Dogster!   I am so happy to be a diary pick today!    YEAH! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOOHOOO!!!!  Thanks Dogster!   I am so happy to be a diary pick today!    YEAH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I DID IT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649782</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:50:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's right!   I stayed home ALONE for 1.5 hours while mom went to the dentist OUTSIDE of my crate! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right!   I stayed home ALONE for 1.5 hours while mom went to the dentist OUTSIDE of my crate!!!!   WOOHOO!!!!   

At first, I didn't get it.   Mom put me in my crate and gave me my goodbye cookies.   But then, she forgot to close the door!    I just sat there, speechless.   I couldn't even eat my cookies.  I was shocked.

Mom didn't say anything and she went to the stairs and put up my doggy gate at the top.   Then she went down the stairs and out the door!   I had meandered over to the top of the stairs, speechless.   I watched mom go out the door and lock it.  Speechless.   No barking when she went out the door!

Mom says she stood outside for a bit to see if I would bark.   Nope.  I didn't.

Then, she went to the car, started it and shut the door.   But she stood outside to see if I was barking.  Nope.  I wasn't.

Then she drove away.

When she came home, she stopped in front of the house and rolled down the windows.  No barking.

Then she pulled in the driveway.  No barking.

When she *finally* came in the door, there I was looking down the stairs for her!  I saw her and I started to jump all around making wookie noises!    I was sooo excited!

Mom was so proud of me and gave me big hugs and kisses.    Then she inspected the place.    No damage.  No scratches on the walls.  No accidents (but mom wasn't worried about that).  No evidence of panic attacks or anything!   But my cookies were gone, BOL!   

It was wonderful!   I hope I get to get some more freedom when I am home alone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>SNOW!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649716</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 10:02:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom went for a long walk today in the snow!    When we were in the wooded section of our walk ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom went for a long walk today in the snow!    When we were in the wooded section of our walk, I SWEAR that I heard a SQUIRREL!!!!   A stupid, snowy, teasing SQUIRREL!   The snow plow had pushed all of the snow into the woods, but I was determined to get him!    So, I jumped in the snow and tried to chase him.  But the snow was over my head.   I tried to hippety hop through, but I got a little stuck.    Mom wouldn't help me, so I had to crawl out of the snow!   UGH!

Here are 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://trainedbyachowchow.blogspot.com/" target=new>Pictures!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>How mom knows I'm me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649688</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 08:00:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sunny Lee came up with an awesome game!   Here is my list of how mom would know if I were dognapped  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sunny Lee came up with an awesome <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute/649485" target=new>game</a>!   Here is my list of how mom would know if I were dognapped and replaced with another devilishly handsome pup...

1.  My ears express my every thought.   If I didn't have "expressive ears" mom would know it wasn't me.

2.  If I turned down a cookie or any food, mom would know it wasn't me.   I loooooves me some food!

3.  If I let anyone touch me or pet me, mom would know it wasn't me.   Only mom, papa, nana, dad and my groomer are allowed to touch me.

4.  If I didn't make wookie noises and run in circles, inevitably ending up at the top of the stairs with my front paws on the first step and my bum way up in the air at the top, waiting for mom to *finally* come through the door, mom would know it wasn't me.

5.  If I didn't run and hide in the bathroom (or preferably the shower) when thunder happens, mom would know it wasn't me.

6.  If I sniffed other doggies AND let them sniff me (as opposed to sniffing them and GROWLING when they try to sniff me, BOL!), mom would know it wasn't me.

7.  If I didn't moan and groan in pure bliss when mom scratched my chest and ears, mom would know it wasn't me.

8.  If I didn't give dad a hard time about everyday things (like getting into bed, BOL!),  mom would know it wasn't me.

9.   If I didn't flat out refuse to play with toys, mom would know it wasn't me.

10.  If I didn't give mom the "Oh, puhlease.  That's soooo beneath me!" look when she requested things like "sit", "down", "wait for your food" and "come", mom would know it wasn't me.

11.   If I didn't have a scar in a certain place, a wart in a certain place, grey hairs in a certain place(s), whiskers poking out of funny places that make mom giggle, skin discolorations in certain places, cowlicks in my fur in certain places and many other personal things that only mom knows, mom would know it wasn't me.  GAH!  How did these people not know that it wasn't their dog?!?!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snowy day with mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649671</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 Jan 2010 06:28:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom took the day off from work today.    She has a dentist appointment this afternoon and thought, w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took the day off from work today.    She has a dentist appointment this afternoon and thought, well, I'll just take the whole day off and stay home with Chippy.   YEAH!!!

We have had a wonderful day so far.   Mom made us scrambled eggs for breakfast.    She had a side of homefries with her eggs and I had a side of kibble.   Deeeelish!    

It's snowing like crazy again.   We had a big storm Sunday and yesterday.   First, a day of rain on Sunday and then snow Sunday night into Monday night.   We got about 10 inches of snow.  It stopped snowing last night just long enough for the peeps to clean up my walk way and for me to poop.    Now...it's freaking snowing again!!!!  Another couple of inches expected today :(

Since the weather stinks, me and mom are hanging out in our PJs watching Ellen.   Mom's heading out to the dentist this afternoon.   It's big day for me.   She's gonna leave the door of my crate open today.   While I am home alone!!!!   I've never been given the freedom to roam the house while home alone.   But mom thinks I might be ready, so she's gonna test me this afternoon.  She should only be gone for an hour, so it's the perfect test.   Wish me luck!   I hope I pass her test and I can earn her trust so I can be free everyday!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>MEATBALLS!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649312</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 09:53:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   Mom made meatballs today!   She made me my own special tray of them and baked them  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   Mom made meatballs today!   She made me my own special tray of them and baked them all up in the oven.  Then she put them aside and didn't throw them in the big vat of tomatoes with loads of garlic and onions.  I like mine plain.  Yummy!    My meatballs are cooling on the counter.   I'm drooling waiting for them.   I think I'm gonna have to work for them, but that's no big deal.   I can entertain mom with a few sits, downs, touches and paws for some meatballs.  No prob!    Just gimme the meatballs!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>World Domination</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649277</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 06:04:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just sent a PPR to Bear.   You should too.   He only has 5 friends.   And his diary is pretty good ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just sent a PPR to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1089080" target=new>Bear</a>.   You should too.   He only has 5 friends.   And his diary is pretty good.   He's going to take over the world, much like <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061" target=new>Izzy</a>.   Who will dominate first?!?   Will this be the war of the worlds or will they team together to dominate from all corners of the U.S. of A?     

Befriend Bear (and Izzy if you haven't already) and stay tuned for the domination.    The only way to save yourself is to be pals with them.     That is the only way to stay in the loop.   Plus, they are both super cute :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grooming!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/649199</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 15:09:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the groomer's today.  I was a bit nervous at first, as usual.   But instead of dragging me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the groomer's today.  I was a bit nervous at first, as usual.   But instead of dragging me out back while mom was still there, I hung out in the front while mom left.   The whole front of the groomer's facility is glass, so mom could see me.  As soon as she walked out the door, I got up, pranced over to the groomer and pawed her in the leg.  "Make me even more handsome!" I said.

We went out back and I pranced right along side my groomer.  Mom liked that way much more.  I was much happier with her leaving first and then going out back for my spa day.

When mom came to pick me up, she ooohhhed and aaaahhhed over my newly trimmed ears.   Most of my whispy, curly, long ear hair was trimmed back.  But my groomer left a little because it's part of my "character", BOL! 

You can see my <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://trainedbyachowchow.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-things-work.html" target=new>Handsomeness</a> in my newly created blog.   I decided it's easier to send photos there than to load them on Dogster.  We'll see how much we keep up with it, but for now, we have a blog!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A B C.  Easy as 1, 2, 3!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/648889</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 18:03:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My pal Sammy had a great idea, which I'm gonna steal from him!  But that's OK because he stole it fr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/877130" target=new>Sammy</a> had a great idea, which I'm gonna steal from him!  But that's OK because he stole it from Zaidie! 

It's the ABCs of Chipper!   On random fact about me for each letter of the alphabet!    Here goooeeesss.......

A is for ALLERGIC.   I am allergic to wool.  Makes me cough.  Therefore, I think I am entitled to chase the sheep down the road from my house.  

B is for BULLY STICKS!!!!   My fave!

C is for COOKIES!   My other fave!

D is for DOWNSTAIRS.  That's where neighbor labby lives and we have barking matches through the floor, BOL!  Well, my floor, his ceiling.

E is for ELEPHANT!   Sunny Lee sent me and elephant ear for Christmas!  I loooved it!  It was deeelish!

F is for FUNKY.   As in "Funky Cold Medina".  Me and mom heard that song on the radio the other day and mom turned it way up and I bopped my head along while she "sang" it.

G is for GROOMING!  I go to the groomer every 4-5 weeks for a spa day.   I know you pups may think that I am crazy, but I loooove the groomer!   I get lots of cookies and I come out all beautiful with a stylin' new bandana!

H is for HORSES.  There are some right down the road and I like to sit by their pen and watch them when I go on my walks.

I is for ICICLES.  I do NOT like them.  Brrrrr....

J is for JACKET.   I have three of them.  I only wear them when it is precipitating out.  And I look damned good in them.

K is for KITTIES!   Ooohhh do I like to chase Nana's kitties! 

L is for LICK.  I like to lick mom's face whenever I can reach it.

M is for MOM.  She is my favorite.  I love her.   I'm such a momma's boy.

N is for NAUGHTY.  That's what I am.   What more can I say.

O is for OPTIONAL.   Like when mom says "Sit" or "Leave it" or "NO!"  Those are optional.

P is for PENIS!  That's what bully sticks really are, BOL!   I know it, but I don't care! 

Q is for QUESODILLIES!!!   Yuuummm!   I had them for the first time at Nana's house a few weeks ago!  Yum!

R is for RUNNING.   I don't run.  I'll walk quickly.  Or maybe I'll trot.  But I don't run.  It's sooo undignified.

S is for SNUGGLING.   I am slowly learning how to snuggle with mom.  I kinda like it and sometimes....I'll ask her to snuggle with me.    SSSSHHHHH!!!  Don't tell anyone!

T is for.....mom's having a hard time with this one.  The only thing she can think of rhymes with kitty bar.  And that's just not appropriate.

U is for  UMBRELLA.    It freaks me out when people carry them.   You know, I think they classify as weapons.

V is for VRRRRROOOOOM!  That's what we did when I went for a ride in Nana and Papa's boat last summer!    VRRROOOMM!!!   All around the lake!

W is for WRESTLING!   We watch "Friday Night Smackdown" every week as a family!   

X is for XMAS.  Another word for Christmas, my favorite holiday!

Y is for YOUNG.   As in fresh YOUNG chicken livers!  That's what mom cooked for me on Sunday!   Yummy!  Hey, that's another Y!

Z is for ZHU ZHU PETS.  Does anyone get what they are?   Are they real animals?   What is the fascination with them?  I don't get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wednesday with Dad</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 18:22:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad stayed home from work with me today, WOOHOO!!!   We lounged around all day long!   We kissed mom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad stayed home from work with me today, WOOHOO!!!   We lounged around all day long!   We kissed mom goodbye at 0700 from our bed and said "See ya later!  We're going back to sleep!"    We rolled over and went right back to sleep, BOL!

We finally got up and ate some breakfast.   We spent the rest of the day migrating from the bed to the couch to the bed and back to the couch, BOL!   

We did manage to do two productive things....we went for a walk and we made the bed when we were done migrating to and from it.  

Finally mom came home and she brought us a HUGE pizza!   YEAH!

Then I gnawed on a Kong stuffed with PRIME RIB and topped off with a CHICKEN LIVER!   YEAH!

Whew!   I need more days like that!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tonight</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 17:06:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight is the best night.   I am watching American Idol with the peeps and we are getting ready to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight is the best night.   I am watching American Idol with the peeps and we are getting ready to BOL at the audition process!    Imagine our surprise when Seacrest said that Idol is in BOSTON!!!!     My Red Sox are on TV!   WOOHOO!!!   I loooooove Fenway Park and I just saw it on Idol!  Awesome!

AND!!!   Guess what my Idol snack is.  Go ahead, guess!

OK, I'll tell you!

It's a Kong filled with....

PRIME RIB!!! 

YEAH!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The End of Facebook!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647927</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 10:51:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>PUPS!   I know how the end of Facebook is going to happen!   The New England Patriots are going to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ PUPS!   I know how the end of Facebook is going to happen!   The New England Patriots are going to blow it up!   That's right!   The Patriots!

You see, they are in the first round of the playoffs right now and they are SUCKING bully sticks (if you know what I mean).    The score is 24 to ZERO in favor of the Ravens.    Mr. Tommy Bunchen has had TWO turnovers and passed for NEGATIVE 8 yards.   UGH!

All of mom's friends are MIFFED and are posting on Facebook like crazy!  I don't think Facebook can handle that many inflammatory posts (or curse words)!     It's gonna 'splode! 

So if the Pats keep playing like this, I think we can all kiss FB good bye! 

BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bullseye!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647906</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 09:54:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The kids across the street appear to be learning how to ride snowmobiles.  They have been riding thr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The kids across the street appear to be learning how to ride snowmobiles.  They have been riding through the great big farm field in a great big circle for hours.   The dads paved the way by zooming around really fast and packing down the snow.

The kids have their doggie out there with them and he was running around the circle chasing behind the snowmobiles.    I was watching out the window, wondering why the pup had to stay in the tracks of the kids.  He's never going to catch them that way.

Finally, I thought he smartened up.   He cut straight across the middle of the track.   Right in the center of the circle, he came to a screeching halt, snow flying in all directions.   He assumed the position and BLAM!!!   In the words of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533" target=new>Ella</a>, he executed a class two download right in the center of the circle!  

Bullseye!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dangerous List</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647807</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 Jan 2010 17:18:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh my dog.   My pal Saphira has hit the nail on the head.   She maintains a Dangerous List.     This ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my dog.   My pal Saphira has hit the nail on the head.   She maintains a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/815298/diary/Saphiras_adventures/647741" target=new>Dangerous List</a>.     This is brilliant.   She also has a "Watch List" which is things that used to be dangerous, but aren't so dangerous anymore but still can't be trusted.  

I'm gonna make one too!   OK.  Here are my lists:

<u>WATCH LIST</u>
Puppies 
Dogs who sniff my junk
Dad
The car wash
Little people (I mean the young ones...I've never met a vertically challenged person in real life)
The vacuum

<u>DANGEROUS LIST</u>
Knocks on the front door
Those squeakers in my squirrel toys
Strangers
The hair dryer
CLOWNS!!!!   (Oh my dog...there was one at Pet Fest last year.  Baaaad idea!)
Text message beeps and the low battery alert on mom's cell phone
Thunder 
Wind that shakes the house

Do you have a dangerous list?   Me and Saphira would love to hear it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All the way from Africa!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647639</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jan 2010 18:45:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got a Christmas card all the way from South Africa today!   A beautiful card in a pink envelope.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a Christmas card all the way from South Africa today!   A beautiful card in a pink envelope.   The card has little beaded angels on it.  It's very pretty.   Mom seems to think that Dexter and Lucy Brown sent it to her, but NO!  They sent it to ME! 

Thanks Dexter, Lucy and mom!   I looooovvveee it!!!    

p.s.  Mom's saving the envelope because your postage is so cool!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BUFFALO!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647615</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jan 2010 16:56:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!   Mom figured that since it was our special night together without dad, we would order out for  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!   Mom figured that since it was our special night together without dad, we would order out for dinner.   She dialed up our favorite delivery joint and mom said "I would like a 16" Eggplant pizza and an order of buffalo fingers with blue cheese.  OK, see you in 40 minutes."

Oh.  My.  Dog.   Did mom just order BUFFALO?!?!   I didn't even know that they had fingers!

Anywho, while we were waiting for the delivery guy, mom busted out the movie.    Turns out that the dingbat bought a "Blue Ray" version.   Mom knows that we can play it on one of our machines, but she's not sure which one.    Perhaps the PS3?    Since we weren't sure, mom started a project putting together a little rolling cart, which ironically will hold the PS3 once it's put together.   So, again with the power tools.  Hmph.

The delivery guy knocked on the door and I could smell them.   Mmmmm...buffalo!   You know, they didn't smell like I imagined.  I pictured something a bit more.....well.....earthy?  gamey?   I definately didn't think they would make my eyes water!!!   

Mom grumbled something about the buffalo having bones when she specifically asked for boneless.   "I'll take 'em!  I'll take 'em!!!"  I yelled.    She sat down in the living room and turned on "Two and a Half Men" with a big slice of pizza and a plate of buffalo.   I promptly sat in front of her and waited for her to give me some.

Does buffalo not sound like something that should be shared with dogs?   I sure think it does.

Since she was not in the sharing mood right away, I ran to the kitchen and finally gobbled down my breakfast.   See!  I'm a good boy!  Now gimme buffalo!   I sat down right in front of her and demanded some buffalo.

Lo and behold, she sat there and picked apart the buffalo and ate it right in front of me!!!   She didn't give me any!   She did toss me her pizza crust, but I wanted the buffalo!

Mom said something about me liking them going down, but not so much when they come out.  I'm not sure what she meant by that, but I was willing to take my chances.

I noticed part of the way through that the buffalo looked remarkably like chicken wings.   I wonder what part of the buffalo they come from.   Honestly, I was unaware that buffaloes had fingers, let alone wings.   Weird.  Oh well.   Apparently I will never know what buffalo tastes like.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fridays with Mom!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647497</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 Jan 2010 06:42:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>They are back!  Fridays with mom are back!     We took a bit of a break due to the holiday season, b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ They are back!  Fridays with mom are back!     We took a bit of a break due to the holiday season, but they are back now!   WOOHOO!

Mom is off today and we are planning out our day.   It's supposed to snow today, so we are waiting to see how much is coming.  The weather forecasters said "a dusting to two inches".   But to those of you in snow-prone areas, you know that "a dusting to two inches" really means no snow at all to a foot of snow, BOL!

So far, we have done a bunch of laundry and enjoyed some breakfast together.     We are going to go shopping in a bit because we have to get the stuff to make another carrot cake!!!   Nana was a bit jealous of dad's birthday cake, so she wants one for her birthday tomorrow.   Me and mom are going to make her one, a la Paula Deen.    Then tomorrow, we are going to Nana's for PRIME RIB and carrot cake!!!  YEAH!

OH!  And dad's going out tonight so me and mom are going to pick up a movie while we are out and we are going to have movie night tonight with lots of popcorn!   Mom thinks that we will pick up "The Hangover".    She has already seen it and BOLed the whole time.     We may buy it so she can BOL whenever she wants to.

OH!  And mom's going to bust out the power tools in a bit.  We are putting up curtain rods in the bedroom.  Right now we just have the lame-o tension rods holding up our curtains.     Mom found the drill and she's going to put up fancy silver rods.  Look out walls!  Mom's coming straight for you with tools!!!  Run!  Run!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chingu</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647220</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 18:14:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi pups!     Would you all do me a favor please?   Will you all please send Chingu a friend request? ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi pups!     Would you all do me a favor please?   Will you all please send <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/998612" target=new>Chingu</a> a friend request?   Look at that face!!!   Mom wants to grab his cheek fur and give him a big kiss on the forehead, which much like myself, Chingu would probably HATE, BOL!

Chingu is a lot like me when mom first adopted me.   His mom is really working with him to help him to not be so scared of everything.   He's a good boy.   Really he is. Chingu and his mom have a lot of work to do together, but they can do it!   I know they can.   Because I did it and Chingu is just like me.    

Can you please be his friend and send along some well wishes?   <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/998612" target=new>Chingu</a> just got *gasp!* neutered.   While he was tricked and drugged, they also operated on his eye AND cleaned his teeth!   Poor pup!    

Thanks all!  I appreciate it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Random thoughts by Chipper</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/647081</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 Jan 2010 05:14:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>-It's freaking freezing here!    Thank dog I have to fur coats and a nice warm crate inside a nice w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ -It's freaking freezing here!    Thank dog I have to fur coats and a nice warm crate inside a nice warm house! 

-Today is Nana's birthday!!!   We are going to visit her to celebrate on Saturday and Papa is making PRIME RIB!!!  I always get leftovers when he makes that!

-I haven't been eating my breakfast lately.  Mom would think something is wrong, but then I gobble up my dinner and any treat that is offered.   Mom thinks it might be the after the holidays depression.

-I hate when the peeps go to work.  It was so nice during the holidays when they were home a lot.

-Gotta go!!!  There is some exciting po-lice action happening right outside my window!!!    This NEVER happens on a nice quiet country road!    Ooohhh....this is awesome!   Maybe if mom lingers in the window too long, she will be late for work and she will just stay home all day!   She's a sucker for copper action!    Maybe this will be like COPS!   OH!  Mom's gotta go check for crack hoes and whatnot!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poop Strike</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/646556</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 Jan 2010 12:37:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am on a poop strike.   It has been snowing for days.    Usually one of my humans shovels a patch f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am on a poop strike.   It has been snowing for days.    Usually one of my humans shovels a patch for me to do my business in.  Allegedly, a path was shoveled yesterday.  I did not see said path.    Allegedly, we had a wind storm last night and it snowed all night and all day today so the path filled back in.  Hmph.

I went out with mom three times today.   She insisted that we go out because I was tooting at her.    Yes mom, yes there is a poop in there.  But I am NOT letting it out until you shovel a spot for me!   

DO IT!!!   DO IT NOW!

I will pee in the snow.  No prob.   But there needs to be some distance between my tush and the snow for me to drop a #2.    

SO GO SHOVEL, WOMAN!

I do NOT want to go for a walk.  It's cold and the roads are a mess.   I want to go #2 right here in my yard.   

SO GO SHOVEL!

I don't want to hear any crap about more snow coming or the wind or anything else.  

I WANT YOU TO SHOVEL!

If you do not shovel, I will show you who's boss by holding it in until you shovel.   And, I shall give you continuous dirty looks until a path is shoveled.

Keep in mind that I don't like to just go out the door and do my business.  I like choices.   

SO SHOVEL A LONG PATH AROUND THE HOUSE!!!

I'm going to stare at you until you do it.    

SO GO DO IT!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Year's Resolutions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/646416</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jan 2010 17:37:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, it seems the tradition is to make some resolutions around this time of year.  Mom's not a big  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, it seems the tradition is to make some resolutions around this time of year.  Mom's not a big believer in them for humans, but each year she sets some goals for me.    Lucky for me, we successfully completed one in 2009, which was to teach me to share my raw meaty bones with mom and dad and to not protect them.  As it turns out, they don't want to eat the bone, they just want to store it for me in the fridge and I get it back later.  Who knew???   So, I'm gonna sit here and munch on this big ol RMB while mom types up my 2010 goals.  Some set by me, some set by mom and some agreed on by both of us.

-Eat more cookies.   But mom says that I have to lose 4 lbs, so I agree that we can switch to light cookies for 2010.

-Go for more walks.   Mom resolves to bring me to either Stratham Hill Park or Wagon Hill Park at least once per month.  We will try for twice per month.

-Be nicer to neighbor labby.   I saw him today and I let him sniff me.  But then he sniffed me while I was taking a whizz and that's just RUDE, so I had to growl at him.

-I won't eat the Subaru any more.   I will *try* to refrain from clawing the doors, but I just get sooo excited!   I'm gonna work hard on that one though because mom resolves to put me in a crate in the car if I keep it up!  *GASP!*

-Learn "roll over".  We have been working on this for a while, but I just can't do it.  I don't want to.  It's scary.   By the end of the year *maybe* I will do it.  That's more mom's resolution than mine.

That's all I can think of for now.  I'll let you know if I come up with more, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/646286</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jan 2010 06:22:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Quick!   Everyone needs to go send Lucky a friend request!     Why?  Let me tell you why!   Lucky is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Quick!   Everyone needs to go send <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1072749" target=new>Lucky</a> a friend request!     Why?  Let me tell you why!   Lucky is a diary pick of the day along with <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702/diary/Im_bold_but_cute" target=new>Sunny Lee</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/930039/diary/The_zaidie_zone" target=new>Zaidie</a> (who is a diary pick for the THIRD time this week, I think!) and THE Diary of the Day <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/953376" target=new>PEPPER</a>!

Plus, Lucky is new to Dogster and only has 37 friends!    And she is going to have great stories to tell, I know it.  I just know it.   So quick!   Go be her friend!

Congrats to all the diary picks today!  This is an awesome day!

p.s.   Does anyone know why there is only 4 picks today?    Aren't there usually 5 picks?    It must be because the 4 picks are so AWESOME that there wasn't room for any more awesomeness!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a good boy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/646215</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jan 2010 17:18:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is sooo proud of me!!!   Mom's sister and her fiance  came over for New Year's eve.    Mom told  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is sooo proud of me!!!   Mom's sister and her fiance  came over for New Year's eve.    Mom told them that it was going to be snowy/icy so if they were staying past 8:00 PM, they needed to stay the night.   Plus the humans were all worried about something called "Rookie night" whatever that means.  Apparently, one should not drive an hour down Route 95 on rookie night.   So, they packed their bags and we had a sleep over! 

Now, just a bit of background.....

Mom's sister is a bit weary around dogs.   She's a cat person.   Her fiance is a dog person, but he is a Lab person.    In my opinion, there are two ends of the doggy spectrum.  Labs are on one end and Chows are on the total other end, BOL!    Dogs don't get much more opposite than Labs and Chows :)   So, he kinda expects me to act like a lab.   But I am far from it, BOL!   He always wants to play with me.   I don't like to play.   So sometimes he teases me and I get mad.    And neither of them were very fond of me for a while because one time I got mad at mom's sister over a cookie and I scared her a bit.   Oops. 

But now.......

We are all BFFs!!!   That's right, Best Friends Forever!   It took a lot of time (like three years, BOL!) and cheese to get there, but we are friends now!  They stayed over in my house and I let them!   I was a little nervous, but mom moved my crate into our bedroom.  So, when I got nervous, I could run to my crate and chill out for a bit.   Then I would woof and mom would come get me to say hello again.    

Sure, I was on leash the whole time.

Sure, I woofed at them a couple of times.

Sure, I growled at mom's sister when she put those weird things on her face before bed time (mom called them "glasses").

Sure, I got nervous a few times.  Especially when mom's sister's fiance was joking around with moms sister and he tickled her and she screamed.    I was ready to protect her, but mom said she was OK and that my help was appreciated, but not needed.  Whatevs.

But all in all, mom says it was a great success!    She is very proud of me and she is very happy that we could all coexist in the same house for a whole overnight.    Mom rewarded me with a big Raw Meaty Bone this morning while all the peeps ate breakfast and then a nice long car ride today.

WOOHOO!!!  Happy New Year everypup!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy New Year to Burt!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/646059</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 1 Jan 2010 06:30:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everypup!   Happy New Year! 

Would you please help make it a happy New Year for  Burt?   He's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everypup!   Happy New Year! 

Would you please help make it a happy New Year for  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1048888" target=new>Burt</a>?   He's kinda new to his family and could use some more pals.   He's a very special boy who was rescued from a shelter just like me.   But he's even more special because he kinda looks like me!    But he doesn't have a purple tongue.    Please be his pal!  He has lots of great stories to tell as he learns to become more confident and more trusting of, well, everything! BOL!  Told you he was like me :)  

If you are not friends with all of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1048888" target=new>Burt</a>'s family, send them all PPRs!  They are a great family and they all have lots of stories to tell!   

Happy New Year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday Cake</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/645468</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 17:36:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, we made the cake.    A carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, a la Paula Deen.   Paula i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, we made the cake.    A carrot cake with cream cheese frosting, a la Paula Deen.   Paula is one of mom's favorite TV chefs, even if she did get <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/273366/diary/The_gossip_hound/637716" target=new>smacked by a ham</a>.    Mom stocked up on butter, figuring that a Paula Deen cake would have at least 4 sticks of butter in it.   But we were wrong.   Only one stick and only in the frosting.

So, we shredded a bunch of carrots and sent carrot bits flying all about the kitchen.  Shredding carrots is not as easy as it sounds.   They go everywhere!    We mixed up the cake and popped them in the oven to bake.   While they were baking, we whipped up the cream cheese frosting.   

Oh.  My.   Dog.   Have you ever had home made cream cheese frosting?!?  When it was all done whipping, mom and me licked the whisk from the Kitchen Aid.   Two words.   Dee.  Lish.    I have never licked the beater before because mom is more of a chocolate kind of girl.   And when she beats whip cream, I usually get the bowl while she licks the beater.   But we shared the beater this time and holy smokes!  Heaven!

When dad came home, our masterpiece was on the kitchen table waiting for him.  He smiled from ear to ear because he knew that we made it for him.   He was soooo happy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crisis Averted!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/645331</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 07:14:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom finally got her computer back in working order.  It was at the computer doctor for 6 weeks and w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom finally got her computer back in working order.  It was at the computer doctor for 6 weeks and when we got it back, we couldn't get it on line due to mom throwing away the discs for our mobile broadband internet.   Mom would like to thank all the folks at Verizon who told her to "just download it" from their website.  Ummm....idjits....mom can't get on the internet to download!   Ugh.

Anywho, we finally went and got the discs and now we are back on line with the good computer!    All was going well when mom tried to type my dictations into my diary.    For some reason not all of the letters mom typed were showing up!  UGH!    It was working fine on Facebook (of course...grrrrr!) and other sites, but dogster was not reading all of our letters.   Mom gave up and told me I was all done with dogster.  GASP!!!    

That's NO reason to quit!   Use dad's crappy computer!    Or fix it or something woman!    We are sooo not quitting Dogster!   I have important things to say!

So today, mom has the day off.   I sat her down and said "Woman, fix the computer!   Install Google Chrome and that will fix everything!  Get that Yahoo! crap out of there!"    So we did.   And now, it works!!!    WOOHOO!

Crisis averted!    

Now we have to go make a cake for dad.   Carrot cake, so I can have some, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rest, rest and MORE rest!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/645031</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 12:47:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As I stated earlier, I was too busy waiting for Santa Paws on Christmas Eve night to sleep.   So, I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As I stated earlier, I was too busy waiting for Santa Paws on Christmas Eve night to sleep.   So, I kept mom up with me all night long and then we had to run all around the world to celebrate Christmas with everyone.   OMD!  I was exhausted!

When we came home Christmas night, we settled into bed to watch "A Christmas Story" again.   I was out like a light!    I slept straight through yesterday.   I only woke up to potty, eat and to alert mom that neighbor labby was barking because his house was being broken into.  Turns out that it was only his grandpa that he doesn't know that well, but let me tell you....we were on it!    Neighbor labby was very upset, so I was too.   I got his back, man!    Mom looked out the window and saw a strange car in the driveway and a strange man walking from the house the the car and back.  Neighbor labby's peeps cars were NOT home.    The man had the front door open and was going into the house!    Mom called the neighbor labby's people to see who was breaking into the house, and they said it was neighbor labby's granpa, BOL!   The peeps got a good laugh at that one!

After all that excitement, I went back to sleep and I slept straight through most of today.    I woke up for breakfast and potty and then took a nice long mid-morning nap.    At lunch time, I barked at dad for his lunch, so mom thought maybe I had a little energy.   She gave me a raw meaty bone and I chewed on that for TWO hours!!!     WHEW!  That's a lot of chewing!   Now I'm exhausted again!

I'm taking ANOTHER nap now.   I have to rest up for our big day tomorrow.    Mom has the day off and we need to get ready for Dad's birthday on Tuesday!!!  WOOHOOO!!!  I LOVE parties!

We are going to make dad a home made carrot cake for his birthday and mom says I can have a piece!!!  WOOHOOO!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HO HO HO!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/644692</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 17:03:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>HO HO HO and Merry Christmas!   I hope all of my pals had a wonderful Christmas and I hope Santa was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ HO HO HO and Merry Christmas!   I hope all of my pals had a wonderful Christmas and I hope Santa was good to everyone.   Whew!  I have had a CRAZY 24 hours!  Let me tell you all about it!

I went to Nana's house and spent the night in kittyville.   I found out that dad bought me a brand new crate and bed and Nana bought me a brand new SANTA PAWS outfit.  Yikes.  Complete with Santa Paws hood/hat.  Yes, they made me put it on.   Yes, they took pictures.  Yes, it was humiliating.

We had a sleepover at Nana's and I could NOT sleep since I was on the look out for Santa Paws.    So, I kept mom up woofing and barking and growling and panting and tossing and turning all night long.   She seemed especially crabby when I thought it would be a good idea to push her off the bed so I would have more space to get comfy in.    Oh well.   She claims she only got 2 hours of sleep last night, but I say she's lucky she got that!   SANTA PAWS WAS COMING!!!!!   (Plus, as mom found out on Christmas morning, I had three poops on deck, despite taking two poops right before bed.   BAD MOM!)

I had some wonderful breakfast with the fam and then we headed up to dad's family's house for MORE presents!

We finally made it back home and I found out that Santa Paws stopped by my house too and left all kinds of presents!    I got a whole bunch of toys, a jar of chicken jerky, a big bag of bully sticks and moo tubes, some new Kongs and a few stuffies!   I am a lucky dog!  

Now we are all exhausted.  We are watching "A Christmas Story" and we are so ready for bed.   I'm pretty sure I am going to sleep well tonight!   Good night all!   I hope you all had a very merry Christmas!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>CHRISTMAS!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/644377</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 07:25:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Santa Paws, 

Ho Ho Ho and Merry Christmas to you!    I have been a very good dog this year,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Santa Paws, 

Ho Ho Ho and Merry Christmas to you!    I have been a very good dog this year, but there have been a few things that I need to explain....

-Yes, I did rip apart the doors in the Subaru.   Three times.   But they are still functional, they just look a little different.  You see, I don't like the grey vinyl that mom picked out.   Instead, I prefer the nice off-white/yellowish foam that lies beneath.  So I chose to pull off the vinyl and expose the beauty below.   That's not naughty.  That's redecorating.

-Yes, I did pee on mom's very expensive Crate and Barrel rugs.   Both of them.   But you see, I was on Prednisone and it makes me have to go more often and mom didn't take me out enough.   Therefore, I was not naughty.  Mom was naughty.   Give her coal.   Give me presents.

-Yes, I did snap at a few people this year.  They all deserved it.   But they were all warnings NOT bites.  Therefore, that is not naughty.  That is GOOD Chipper, BOL!

-Ugh.  Yes, I am a bit grumpy with neighbor labby.    Yes, I did hump the daylights out of him while he wasn't looking.   And yes, I did snap at him when he tried to hump me.    Listen Santa, while he is much bigger than me, I am in charge.  And he needs to know it.   I am teaching him and molding him into a fine doggie citizen.   I am teaching him doggy manners.   So my grumpiness is not naughty.   It's NICE!

-Yes, I bark at dad for his dinner every night.   But he's NOT sharing with me!  Therefore, isn't it he who is naughty?   Me thinks so.

-Yes, I have tried to chase Rocky, nana's kitty a few times.   But he's not nice to me and he deserves to be chased!   I haven't hurt him and we have peacefully coexisted many times this year.   I don't have an excuse for this one.    Truly, Rocky deserves it.

Other than that, I have been a perfect angel this year.   Please bring me lots and lots of presents!    I will be staying at Nana's house in kittyville tonight.   Instead of loading down your sleigh with presents for the kitties, you can just throw them away and bring me extra presents.  The kitties won't mind.    I left my stocking hanging on the window sill next to the Christmas tree for you to fill.   We don't have a mantle in the living room, so the sill will have to do.   

Please Santa, can you please stop by the NHSPCA on your way to my house and give the pups there lots of presents (but not MY presents)?   I went through my toys last week and I picked out the ones I no longer play with.   We brought them to the shelter and they were so happy to get presents.   Can you please send them some too?

See, isn't that nice of me Santa?

Ho Ho Ho and Merry Christmas to you!    

Your bud, 
Chipper

p.s.  There are poop bags in the living room if you need one for your herd of reindeer.   There is a no poop allowed rule in our yard.   I HATE stepping in poop, so we clean it up right away.   That goes for reindeer too.  I'm just sayin'....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One more day....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/644023</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 17:52:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One more day and mom is on VACATION for SIX whole days!!!   Sure, dad will be around for four of the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One more day and mom is on VACATION for SIX whole days!!!   Sure, dad will be around for four of them, but Monday and Tuesday it will be just me and mom while dad goes to work!  That's a good thing because Tuesday is Dad's birthday so me and mom have a lot to do.  But before we do anything for Dad's birthday, we need to get through the next couple of days.

We have a very busy couple of days coming up.   We are going to Nana's house for Christmas eve and we are having a sleepover!!!  7 adults, 3 cats and 1 dog under one roof for one night!!!  This should be pretty funny!

I hope Santa Paws can find me at Nana's house.  Mom says that since I am being a good sport and staying in kittyville, then Santa Paws will be extra nice to me.   Mom says that he will leave me presents in kittyville at Nana's house AND when we get home there will be more Santa Paws presents under my tree at home!!!   Isn't that the awesomest?!?

And mom is planning to make quiche and popovers for Christmas breakfast morning!   So exciting!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A new goal in life.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/643973</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 14:57:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom are watching the news.    We just found a new job for me.  I'm going to become an Allergy ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom are watching the news.    We just found a new job for me.  I'm going to become an <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://wbztv.com/local/allergy.dogs.angel.2.1384676.html">Allergy Alert Dog</a>.   I can do that job no problem!   I'm really good at yelling at people to not eat food!   I do it to dad all the time, BOL!

No!  Don't eat that!   It has NUTS in it!  Give it to me!

No!  Don't eat that!   I read the label and it has wheat in it!  Give it to me!

Wait!  Don't touch that!  I smell gluten and I don't want you to get sick!  Give it to me!  

And then I will eat all that bad stuff.

Wait.  Hold on.

Mom says that I will have to work with people.

Huh?

Mom says that I cannot eat the bad food.

Wait.  

What do you mean the dogs are for KIDS?!?  I'd have to spend my day with little people?!?

Never mind.   I'm out.

If anyone who likes kids is looking for a job, this is a good niche to fall into.  There are only TEN allergy alert dogs in the U.S. right now.  The demand is high, so the pay must be astronomical!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smell 'em and LOVE 'em!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/643540</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 18:08:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Wow.  I have some awesome stinks coming from my bum.   Ella would be proud!

I had quite a bit to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Wow.  I have some awesome stinks coming from my bum.   Ella would be proud!

I had quite a bit to eat today and I went to the groomer yesterday.  They always give me tons of cookies.  With the holidays so close, mom's sure they strayed from their usual cookies and were doling out all kinds of yummies.  Then today, I had a raw meaty bone while mom wrapped Christmas presents and dad and landlord guy unclogged our kitchen sink.   Well....all that led to an upset tummy tonight.

I went outside with mom and did somewhat soft poos.   It wasn't so much the consistency that was impressive, it was the sheer amount.  Mom was amazed, BOL!

Now, I am getting ready for bed and every time I move "toooot" and the green mist appears, BOL!   Sometimes SBDs (Silent But Deadlies) sneak out and there is no noise, but boy can you see the mist, BOL!

Mom was doing the dishes a few minutes ago and me and dad were getting ready for pre-bed potty.   All of a sudden mom (the big baby!) started choking.  She turned around and her eyes were watering and her face was red.  Dad thought something was wrong and mom yelled "YES SOMETHING IS WRONG!!!  Can't you smell what YOUR dog did?!?"

BOL!  Funny how when I am stinky, I am dad's dog, huh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cards, cards and MORE cards!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/643351</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 18:25:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!   I am so popular!   I have received lot and lots of Christmas cards!  YAY!!!   

I got cards ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!   I am so popular!   I have received lot and lots of Christmas cards!  YAY!!!   

I got cards from:

Izzy, Max and Sam (BOL Sam!  You take pictures like me!)
Bodhi and pack
Max, Roxi and Kodi (with an awesome magnet for our fridge! YAY!)
Biscotte and Tippy (mom thinks she's so cool because she got a card in a different language.  Ummmm...news flash, MOM didn't get a card in French.  I got a card in French.  Therefore, I am cool.  Not mom.)
Jarvis (Nice antlers!)
Ebby, Rinky and all their kitties (That's a big hit with mom's friends.  They love Rinky's boots!)
Jia, Ty and Dylan
Rusty and Pepper (Thanks for the gifts Rusty!!)
Sunny Lee (Thanks for the elephant ear!   Mom says thanks for the CD.)

I think there's more, but that's all I can remember right now without looking at our card wall.  Mom's all snuggled up with her Patriots Snuggie and she won't go to the kitchen to look at my cards.  I think she's just embarassed because I have more cards than her on the card wall, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Re: No touching</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/642942</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 18:18:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

It pains me to write this to you.  Really it does.   You know that you are the one per ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

It pains me to write this to you.  Really it does.   You know that you are the one person who I allow to freely pet me.  I love your ear scritches.  I love your kisses (you are the only person allowed to kiss me).   I love your hiney rubs and your shoulder massages.

However, I am going to have to put a stop to it all.   

Immediatley.

I don't know what you are up to in your spare time, but I'm pretty sure that you have been making out with an electric eel.   For when you touch me, all of a sudden...ZAP!   And when you kiss my nose...ZAP!  And when you rub my fur....ZAP!

This madness has got to stop!   OUCH!!! Stop zapping me!

Supposedly you tell me that it is not your fault.  Something about the cold, winter, rugs, fleece, blahblahblah!   

I.  Don't.  Care.

Just stop shocking me.

I don't like it.  It hurts my nose.

We can resume cuddles in the spring when the shocking goes away.   If you feel as though you cannot resist patting my handsomeness, please de-static your electrified ass by touching dad before you touch me.  He won't mind.  Just bop your finger on his nose and shock the bejeesus out of him.   Then, and only then, may you pat me.

Thank you, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mine!   All mine!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/642931</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 17:50:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got a Christmas present today!!!   All the way from Wisconson!!!    Rusty sent me a big box of tre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a Christmas present today!!!   All the way from Wisconson!!!    Rusty sent me a big box of treats!  All kinds!    WOOHOO!!!

Mom came home from work and there on the table was a big white box that dad fetched from the mailbox.   Mom took it into the living room and sat on the floor.  She said "Chippy, this is your present from Rusty.   Would you like to open it?"

In the words of Sarah Palin, "You betcha!!!"

Mom cut the tape open and I found lots of white tissue paper.  I stuffed my nose right down in there and took in a nice deep sniff.   OMD!!!  I swear, I could smell Pepper and Rusty!   So cool!

Then...I smelt cookies!  That's right, COOKIES!!!  

As I rummaged through the box, I found a bully stick, cookies, chewie bones, doggie granola bars and BEGGIN STRIPS!!!  YUMMY!!!

OMD!   Everything looks so delish!    I polished off the bully stick alreay and I enjoyed some of the cookies.

THANK YOU RUSTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   MERRY CHRISTMAS!

p.s. pictures are coming soon :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>YEAH!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/642125</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 18:48:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>No more waiting!!!   Well, kinda, BOL!  

When dad got home today, he came in with a big handful o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No more waiting!!!   Well, kinda, BOL!  

When dad got home today, he came in with a big handful of mail.   He put it on the kitchen table while we went on our walk and waited for mom to come home.    When mom got home, she went through the mail.....

I got a Christmas card from Izzy, Max & Sammy!!!!   WOOHOO!!!

I got a Christmas card from Jia, Ty and Dylan!!!  WOOHOO!!!

I got a big package from Sunny Lee!!!   Mom says Thank you, thank you, thank you for the CD and I say YIKES to that elephant ear!!!   I battled with that thing for an hour and it still won, BOL!   I chewed and I tugged and I stepped on it and I bit it and I ripped it and it's still not gone, BOL!   That thing is H.U.G.E!!! Awesome!   There's still some left for tomorrow night!

And last, but not least, MY Christmas cards came!  Mom wrote a bunch out and will finish tomorrow.   She seems to have misplaced our address book, so we only have our Dogster friend's addresses, BOL!    

Mom's very excited to send a card all the way to South Africa to Dexter and Lucy!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm not so good....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/641998</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 04:24:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>at waiting.

UGH!!!  I do not like it!   Aside from &quot;leave it&quot;, &quot;wait&quot; is my least favorite thing  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ at waiting.

UGH!!!  I do not like it!   Aside from "leave it", "wait" is my least favorite thing to do.  

And it seems like this time of year, all I am doing is waiting.

I am waiting for Christmas day to come so I can have all my presents that are in the man room.   I don't know what they are, but I know they are there.

I am waiting for my Christmas cards to come in the mail.   I know they were shipped last week, so now, I wait.

I am waiting for my present from <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955446">Rusty</a> to arrive.   I know he sent me wonderful presents, I know he did :)   And I know he mailed it last week.   So now, I wait.

I am waiting for <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/955446">Rusty</a> to get the present that I mailed to him.   I mailed it on Friday and he should get it on Wednesday.  Boy do I hope he loves the present!   

I am waiting for my <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/794702">Sunny Lee</a> pig ear to come.   But I think I can wait *a little bit* on that one because she is also sending mom a Christmas music CD and frankly, my ears already hurt from mom singing along to the Christmas music on the radio, BOL! 

I am waiting for mom to buy me a cookie as big as 
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019522">Ebby's</a>.  I think I'm going to be waiting a long time on that one.

I am waiting for Uncle Mike's birthday next weekend.   We are having LOBSTERS for dinner at Nana's house!  WOOHOO!!!

UGH!!!  So much to wait for!   Does anyone have any patience that I can borrow?!?  I am fresh out.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/641881</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 13:23:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, Friday was a busy day.  Me and mom did most of our Christmas shopping.   We were gone all ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, Friday was a busy day.  Me and mom did most of our Christmas shopping.   We were gone all day and came home with the Subaru packed to the ceiling!    

Saturday, me and mom cleaned, cleaned, cleaned all day and then we had company over.  I'm not a huge fan of people in my house, but since I know all these peeps, I just went in my crate in the man room and took a nap.   You see, they brought a litte tiny human who *apparently* likes to yell, scream and throw things.   I guess the humans tolerate it because she is only 8 months old.   Whatevs.   I'll be in my crate thankyouverymuch.

Once the visitors left, I came out and did clean up.    I guess all the screaming and yelling is worth it because *apparently* 8 months old throw FOOD all over!!!   YEAH!!!   Snacks everywhere! 

Today was a lazy day.  I'm not feeling too great due to all the meds for my coughing earlier last week.  I burped up water twice and I had a bit of the runs today.  The vet suggested mom use probiotics and some Pepcid, so that's what mom did.    Now I am resting in bed with mom watching Football.    It's cold, cold, cold outside and it's snowing, so there is no better place to be than in bed with mom wrapped up in fleecies!   YEAH!!!

OH!!!   And mom made Paula Deen Popovers (can you belive Paula has a recipe that does NOT contain butter?!?)  for breakfast today and she gave me one!!!   DEEEEELISH!!!   In the words of Louie, 4 out of 4 paws!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/641565</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 15:52:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was mom's Friday off.   Our tradition is to spend the day together, no matter what.   Today, w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was mom's Friday off.   Our tradition is to spend the day together, no matter what.   Today, we went Christmas shopping!!!    We went to Kohl's, Best Buy, Pet Quarters, Little Critters, Market Basket, the UPS store to ship Rusty's present and buy stamps, Dick's (heehee!) Sporting Goods and more!    Whew!  I am exhausted!   

Rusty, keep an eye out for your Jia's Not-so-Secret Santa Swap present!!! It should arrive on Wednesday and it will be in red box with Christmas trees on it.   Tell mom to open the box before she gives you the present because it's packed with those little foam peanuts and I bet you would make a big mess out of those all over the house, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It fell off the back of a sleigh....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/641393</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 18:58:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I found a big cardboard box on my front stairs.   It was full of bully sticks.  All kinds.  Cu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I found a big cardboard box on my front stairs.   It was full of bully sticks.  All kinds.  Curly ones, straight ones, braided ones AND moo tubes!!!    OH.  MY.  DOG!!!!

I don't know where it came from.  It must have fallen off of Santa Paws' sleight today when he was casing my joint for the big night.    It's a little strange though because the box was addressed to mom.   I'm pretty sure the box is for me, not mom.    Perhaps the jolly fellow in red is going a bit senile in his old age?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I must say...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/641250</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 04:31:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I feel as though I must tell all who are not here to see it for themselves.

I look MAGNIFICENT in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I feel as though I must tell all who are not here to see it for themselves.

I look MAGNIFICENT in the snow.    The bleach white of the snow all around really brings out the deep blackness of my fur.    My shiny black fur just glistens and glows in the whiteness.   It's truly breathtaking.

Next snow, mom will be sure to take pictures.   That is, if my beauty can be captured on camera.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Umm, NO.  It's a muscle.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/640982</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Dec 2009 17:55:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When I went to the vet yesterday, mom finally got up the courage to ask the vet about something.  I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When I went to the vet yesterday, mom finally got up the courage to ask the vet about something.  I have a "lump" on my back left hip.   Mom's been feeling it for a while now.  There is NOT one on my right hip.   So, mom's been checking it and finally asked the vet, after nearly a month of worrying.

The vet stood me up and she poked.  She prodded.  She squished my fur.  She rubbed my hips.  She squeezed my tushy and she pushed my tail around.  Finally, she said...

"Um, that's a fat lump.   It happens when a dog gains a bit of weight.  Totally normal.  It's kinda like a love handle.  Nothing to be concerned with.  We should weigh him on the way out just to check."

Uh.  No.  No, that's not it at all.   It's a muscle.   A great big burly hip muscle.  

It is NOT a love handle.




p.s. On the way out, I hopped on the scale to show her that it was NOT a love handle.   Mom's eyes popped out of her head when she read 42.5 lbs.   Last time I was at the vet (in October) I was 39.0 lbs.  Clearly there is something wrong with the scale.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What the Woof?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/640722</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Dec 2009 14:13:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom keeps telling me that people are commenting on my new elf picture.   She says she is getting e-m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom keeps telling me that people are commenting on my new elf picture.   She says she is getting e-mails with all kinds of pups quoting my fave Christmas movie "Elf".    BUT I CAN'T SEE THEM!!!!   I click on my picture and they are not there!

Where are my comments Dogster?   Did you eat them?   I miss them.  I'm very sad.  I would really like to know who the clever pup was that said "Chipper the elf, what's your favorite color?"   That's how mom's going to answer her phone at work from now on.

OH!   And yes, I am a veeeerrry angry <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1260148942.jpg">ELF!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>POKED!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/640663</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Dec 2009 09:53:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the vet today.  I woke up coughing today and one of them was a doozy and was &quot;productive&quot;  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the vet today.  I woke up coughing today and one of them was a doozy and was "productive" all over mom's bed.  Nice.   I told her not to clean it up, that I would lick it up but she said that was gross and cleaned it up herself.    Hey, it's not my fault you made me sick woman!!!   Mom's been coughing and blowing her nose since Friday.   I'm convinced that she made me sick.  It's all her fault.

Since mom is still sick, she stayed home from work today.   She had to stock up on tissues and cough syrup (because the vet doesn't give her the good pills) so we went to Target.   I went with her so she could "monitor me".  Well, I coughed the whole way there and the whole way home.  So mom called the vet.

I went in at 11:00 and all the vets were so excited to see me.   I met a new vet.  She told me that I was famous and that everyone was excited to see me, but they were sorry I was coughing so badly.   I'm not a fan of new people, but she kept telling me I was handsome, so I figured she couldn't be that bad.  She poked, she prodded and she listened to my lungs.   I coughed all over her and she felt very bad for me.    She kept saying "Ooooohhh poor baby!  That is so terrible!" 

My favorite nurses came in and they stole my blood.   I would NOT let them take it from my front paw.  They checked out my back paws, but said that I didn't have good veins and that if they did take it from the back, they would shave my leg!!!   Oh no you di'nt!!!   Not gonna happen!   So the vampires flung my head back and took my blood from my neck!  UGH!  Why do they always win?!?

The doctor read through my chart with mom and her eyes kept getting bigger and bigger when she read what I have been through, BOL!   Mom told her that I am worth it as I sat there on the metal table, muzzled, growling and coughing, BOL!    The doctor said it's a good thing that I am cute.

In the end, we left with a new bottle of Prednisone and antibiotics.   The only problem is that I don't want to eat right now.   Maybe soon I will eat.   Mom says that I need my meds soon.


p.s.  When mom was in Target, she bought us new sheets.  They are not red Snowman flannels.   She bought two sets.   One is cream and blue striped flannel and the other....GET THIS!!!  The other one is light blue MICROFLEECE!!!  OMD!  We are going to be so snuggly warm!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blech!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/640403</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Dec 2009 06:27:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning mom woke up and went out to the kitchen.  She came back to the bedroom and saw two litt ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning mom woke up and went out to the kitchen.  She came back to the bedroom and saw two little eyes open peering out from under the blankies at the foot of the bed.   She laughed and came over and rubbed my head.   She bent down to give me a kiss and I kissed her back right on her lips.

BLECH!!!!!  Patooey!  Grosss!!!  What the woof was that?!?!   Ewwww!!!

I wrinkled up my face and gave mom the hairy eyeball.  YUCK!

Mom laughed at my funny face and said "Sorry Chippy, I just took some Robitussin for my cough.  There must be some on my lips that you got."

WOMAN!!!  You tried to poison me with that evil elixir!   I shall never forgive you!   Now go buy me Christmas presents to make me feel better!

p.s.  I should have known.  That woman was coughing and snoring like a lumberjack all night long!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>O Tannenbaum!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/640351</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Dec 2009 19:52:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We got our Christmas tree yesterday.  It is HUGE!   Mom and I picked it out and brought it home.  Wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We got our Christmas tree yesterday.  It is HUGE!   Mom and I picked it out and brought it home.  When we went to stand it up in the house, it didn't fit, BOL!   Dad had the cut the top of it off so that we could stand it up, BOL!    It was just like the Griswold's tree in "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation".   I kept waiting for the squirrel to come running out of the tree.

We put the lights on the tree and decided that we needed some more, so we didn't put any ornaments on yet.   Tomorrow we shall decorate the beast.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Best day ever?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/639993</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Dec 2009 07:28:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so today has the potential to be the best day ever.  Why?   Let me tell you.  

Mom surprised  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so today has the potential to be the best day ever.  Why?   Let me tell you.  

Mom surprised me today and took the day off to spend with me.   First thing she did today was spark up a chicken soup!!!  OMD!!  My fave!  She saves me some of the chicken and broth before she puts the onions in.  YUMMY!!!!   I can't wait for tonight!   I made sure to pass up my breakfast so that I am good and hungry for the soup tonight.

Then mom just told me the plans for today.   

We are going to go for a long walk in the woods at Stratham Hill Park.

Then we are going to Target to get a Christmas tree stand and a new tree skirt.

Then we are going to the Greenland VFW to buy a CHRISTMAS TREE from the Veterans.   WOOHOOO!!!!   I'm going to pick out a ginormous tree!!!

When we come home, landlord guy is coming up to put out some mouse traps to catch the bugger who is making me crazy in my kitchen.  I know he's there.   I know he is.  But I can't see him.  Since I can't get him, I will supervise landlord guy to make sure he gets him.  Mom says don't worry, there will be no mouse poison involved so that I won't get harmed.

When he's done, me, mom and dad are going to decorate our Christmas tree and eat big bowls of chicken soup by the tree.   

Oh, and we are going to buy a wreath for our front door from the Veterans.

So, could this be the best day ever?   Maybe.    We'll see.  Mom better get in the shower so we can get started!   Woman!  Let's go!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas Cards</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/639418</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 1 Dec 2009 18:23:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/639418</guid>
		<description>Well, we didn't get our Christmas tree last weekend.  The weather was crappy and we were lazy.   We  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, we didn't get our Christmas tree last weekend.  The weather was crappy and we were lazy.   We are getting a tree this Saturday and the royal picture will be taken in front of the tree for the Christmas card.  Wish mom luck.  She seems to think that I will be wearing antlers.  Hmph.

p.s. If you would like a card from me, send me your address!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Re: The Sheets</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/639150</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 18:32:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

Thank you for switching back to the nice crisp white bed sheets on our bed.   I really ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

Thank you for switching back to the nice crisp white bed sheets on our bed.   I really do prefer them over the tan flannel sheets that we had there for a while.   You see, the white sheets are much more appealing to me for a few reasons:

-They are easier for me to "black up" with my Chow fur.  One rub and Wham!!!  Black fur all over baby!!!  Headboard to footboard...black fur!!! YEAH!

-They smell sooo good when they come out of the dryer.   That's why I like to climb down in between them before you get in bed.   I give them the old sniff-sniff and rub all over so my smell gets all over them.

-I can make my mark much easier.    I don't know what that brown spot was on the middle of the sheets when you woke up this morning.   Sure, it was in the shape of a paw, but that could have been any one of us, really.    (BTW, thanks for rewashing them as soon as you found the "paw", even though you just washed them yesterday.)

There are many other reasons why I love the white sheets.   Let's keep them forever!!!    Please don't buy those bright red Martha Stewart flannel snowman sheets that you saw at Macy's!!!  They will NEVER show off my fur the way the white ones do!  

Thanks mom!

Your pal, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>NOT Funny</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/639133</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 17:46:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We live on the second floor of this house.  There are two sets of stairs.  The front stairs are OK.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We live on the second floor of this house.  There are two sets of stairs.  The front stairs are OK.  I don't mind them except when I race up them and miss a step, BOL.   The back stairs lead to our "basement" and they are scary.  I do NOT like them.   They are very steep and creaky.   Sometimes dad makes me go down those stairs to go outside.  Why?  Why you may ask?

He makes me because...

*gulp*

They are so steep that it looks like I am doing a handstand going down them.   And my bum goes way up in the air and makes dad laugh.

Not funny dad.

Sooo not funny.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'M AWAKE, I'M AWAKE!!!!  YAAAAYYYY!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638809</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 09:31:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638809</guid>
		<description>I finally woke up today at 11:30AM!!!!    OH!  I was so excited to be awake!!!  Dad poked his head o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I finally woke up today at 11:30AM!!!!    OH!  I was so excited to be awake!!!  Dad poked his head out of the bedroom and told mom to come in and see me.   I was rolling all about the bed arrooooing, BOL! 

I'm not allowed to jump off the bed, so mom came over to lift me off the bed.   I jumped up and smothered her in kisses!   She lifted me off the bed and I hit the ground running.  Zoomies all around the house with a great big smile on my face!  I NEVER do zoomies, but I could NOT resist!   

Mom put my leash on, because she knew I needed to pee.   I hippety hopped all around the house like a bucking bronco, BOL!    I'M AWAKE!  I'M AWAKE!!!!  YAHOOOO!!!!

We went outside and I hippety hopped all around the yard.   Next thing mom knew, I took a great big poopy, BOL!

I was happier than happy could be!  

We ran back inside and I did zoomies all around the house.   Mom gave me some kibbles and cream cheese (Ella, you were right, she did save me cream cheese!).    By that time, I was exhausted again and now I am napping on the living room floor.  

Mom is preparing for round #2 of zoomies, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beauty Rest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638788</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 07:36:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad went out last night.  Without me and mom.  We stayed home and watched &quot;Elf&quot; and ate popcorn.   D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad went out last night.  Without me and mom.  We stayed home and watched "Elf" and ate popcorn.   Dad called at 11:45 PM for mom to come pick him up.   She was his DD for the night, BOL!  So, at 11:45 PM, Mom and Chippy's taxi got bundled up and went out into the cold night to get dad.   

By the time we got home, it was after midnight, closer to 1:00 AM.   WHEW!!!  I was exhausted!

It's not 10:30 AM in New Hampshire.   Dad and I are still in bed, catching up on our beauty sleep!    Not even one pee break, BOL!  Mom doesn't remember the last time I slept this late.   She even made a bagel *with cream cheese* and I didn't even stir.

Hey, a dog needs his beauty rest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>NOT Abandoned!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638326</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:09:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638326</guid>
		<description>WOOHOO!!!!  I knew dad would take too long in the morning!!   He didn't walk me before 10:00 AM, so  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOOHOO!!!!  I knew dad would take too long in the morning!!   He didn't walk me before 10:00 AM, so I went with them to Nana's house!!!!    YEAH!!!  

I had a great Turkey day!   We didn't hit any traffic on the way to Nana's, so the car ride was only one hour long!  YES!    When we got there, I was so excited, I was howling away and jumping all over the Subaru.   I went for a walk with dad to get some of the jitters out while mom unloaded the car.   When we came back, I ran right onto the porch and waited while the peeps tried to hogtie Rocky (Nana's kitty) and lock his butt up.  He was sitting right at the door hissing and swinging at me.  I was good and I didn't bark or lunge at him, even though I could see him and I could hear his evil kitty noises.

Once the beast was locked up, I busted into Nana's house to find a HUGE turkey cooking in the oven!   A THIRTY TWO pounder!!!!   WHOA!    I supervised mom and Nana, who checked the turkey and decided it was done and then they took it out of the oven.   I hung out with Mom, Dad, Nana and mom's Nana for a while until Papa showed up.   I only growled at mom's Nana twice, which is pretty good.   I know she doesn't like dogs.  I can just sense it.  But she does like to tell mom that I am very pretty.  Thanks, Captain Obvious.

When Papa came home, true to form, he saved me the giblets!!!   He ate the turkey neck and gave me the other (non-boney) parts.  Deeelish!!!   I ducked out for a quick nap right before the little ones showed up.   On the way to my car, I stopped to pee on a bush and to my surprise, I lifted my leg right onto...

A FREAKIN' SQUIRREL!!!!

OMD!!!

I almost had that sucker!!!  He ran up a tree, with me in hot pursuit.  I swear, I nabbed his tail at one point, BOL!   Boy would Papa have been proud if I caught him a squirrel!!!  He would have given me the whole dang Thanksgiving turkey!

After my nap in the car, me, mom, mom's aunt and mom's cousin went for a walk.   We had a grand old time walking all over and walking off all that turkey! 

Now we are back home and we are getting ready to cuddle up in bed and watch that new Christmas movie with Vince Vaughn.   I hope we stay awake after all that turkey!

I hope everypup had a wonderful Thanksgiving!   We all have so much to be thankful for!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Abandoned!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/638169</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:18:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>UGH!  Mom and dad had a discussion last night.   The plans for turkey dad all along have been for me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ UGH!  Mom and dad had a discussion last night.   The plans for turkey dad all along have been for me to go to Nana's house with mom and dad.  We were going to go early, hang out and help Nana with the turkey.  And then when mom's little cousins (who are afraid of dogs) come over, I would wait in the car or in Nana's room.  Then when they leave, I could come out and do "clean up", BOL!

Well, last night dad came up with the brilliant idea to LEAVE ME AT HOME!!!!   NOOOOOOOO!!!!   UGH!  He says that it will be no fun for me to wait in the car while the peeps eat with the little people.  STUPID IDEA!

Mom made a deal with him.  She said that if he can get showered, dressed and ready to go and then take me on a long walk by 10:00 AM, I would stay home.    FAT CHANCE of that happening, BOL!    If that doesn't happen, I'm coming along.   YEAH!!!

I'm so going with them!   Who's going to enjoy the turkey giblets with Papa?  Nobody else will eat them except for me and him, BOL!   I HAVE to go! 

Happy Thanksgiving everypup!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas Tree!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637817</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 17:58:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are getting our Christmas tree on FRIDAY!!!  WOOHOO!!! There is nothing that I love more than gra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are getting our Christmas tree on FRIDAY!!!  WOOHOO!!! There is nothing that I love more than grabbing a quick nap under a real tree in my own living room!!  Pure Bliss!!!

Mom says that we can't get a tree until she braves the crowds of "Black Friday".    She has to go buy a new tree stand (because it tipped over last year TWICE!).  *Allegedly* she also has to go buy a new tree skirt because *allegedly* a little black Chow mix *allegedly* peed on ours last year and mom had to throw it away.    

Oops.  Sorry about that one Santa Paws. BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Christmas Cards!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637570</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:16:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK pups!   Everyone is making their Holiday card list!   I have never sent cards to my Dogster frien ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK pups!   Everyone is making their Holiday card list!   I have never sent cards to my Dogster friends, but I am very excited to start!   If you would like a card with my big Chow face on it, send me your address and you will go on my list.   I looooovvvveee Christmas!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Thankful List</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637290</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:40:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My pal Saphira made her Thankful list for Thanksgiving.   That got me thinking.  Things are going pr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pal Saphira made her <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/815298/diary/Saphiras_adventures/637246">Thankful list</a> for Thanksgiving.   That got me thinking.  Things are going pretty well for me this year.  I think I will make a thankful list too.   I have a lot to be thankful for this year.

-I am thankful that mom and dad always make sure that I have tons of cookies, kibble, bully sticks, frosty paws and anything else that I ever wanted.

-I am thankful for mom and dad's patience.  Trust me, I have tried to break them.  I have pushed their patience to the limit, but amazingly, I haven't pushed PAST the limit yet, BOL!   Guess I have to keep on trying. :)

-I am thankful for bully sticks.

-I am thankful for my crate.  It is my safe place and I love it.  Mom promised that I will never be without it and that she will never put it away.

-I am thankful for cookies.

-I am thankful that I am learning to trust dad, nana, papa, my groomer, my vet, other dogs and even some strangers.   I no longer lash out at them and for that, I am very thankful.

-I am thankful for mom learning how to make me home made frosty paws. 

-I am thankful that I am lucky dog and get to sleep in bed with mom and dad.

-I am thankful that I finally learned to like cuddles and ear scritches.  Also, I am thankful that mom has a never ending supply of kisses.

-I am thankful for moo tubes.

-I am thankful that we moved to a new house this year and now we have much more space.   I am also thankful that I learned to poop in this yard, BOL!   Sooo much easier than making mom take me for a walk each time I have to go!

-I am thankful for Kongs.

-I am thankful that I get to go camping every single weekend in the summer and that mom and dad bring me along on their "vacations" which have all become road trips just so I can go.  :)

-I am thankful that dad likes to share all of his meals with me.

-I am thankful that I am cute.

-I am thankful for Dogster and my pals, Rewarding Behaviors forum and for all my friends whos moms and dads keep up with mom on Facebook.

-Did I mention that I am thankful for food.  All kinds of food.  Especially turkey.  Oooohhh!!!!  I am SOOOO thankful for turkey!

I probably have more to be thankful for and if I think of more, I will make another list.

I'd love to read what all of my pals are thankful for!    Please make your own list and let me know what you are thankful for this year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You.  Are.  My.  Beeyotch!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637196</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 08:58:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I believe that I have told everyone about my neighbor labby.   If you don't remember, here is a brie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I believe that I have told everyone about my neighbor labby.   If you don't remember, here is a brief recap.   He lives downstairs and he is the landlord's dog.  Mom says that because he is the landlord's dog, I have to be nice to him.   So, I try my very best.     Neighbor labby is a lab mix, approximately one year old.   I say mix because I am pretty sure he is mixed with horse.   He is ginormous.  I can walk under him and he is easily 100+ lbs.   But he is all labby and all PUPPY!!! UGH!

Today, neighbor labby and I met in the back yard.  He interrupted my pooping.    His dad wouldn't let him come over until I was done.   As soon as I was done, he came running over.   I didn't growl at him, which is a good start.   We did the old sniff-sniff and after a couple minutes, I had enough, so I growled at him.

Apparently to labbies.....growling means "Let's play!" because he bowed to me.

I growled some more.  He bowed some more.   It went a little bit like this:

Neighbor labby:  Wanna play?

Me: Grrrrr!

Neighbor labby: OK.   Wanna play?

Me: Grrr!!!!

After a few rounds of this, he finally just laid down in the grass and gave up.  The peeps stood talking and I figured that it was time to make my move.    As neighbor labby laid in the grass, I approached him from behind.    I tried to straddle him, but couldn't put my legs on the ground because he was STILL TALLER THAN ME and he was laying down!!!!   Just as I was swinging my hips up to give him a good hard Chow-humping, mom looked down and yelled "CHIPPY!!!!  NO!" and neighbor labby jumped up sending me flying, BOL!

The peeps laughed pretty hard at the sight of 38 lb me humping 100+ lb neighbor labby, BOL!   

Just so we are clear, in the few minutes I had, I did make neighbor labby my beeyotch.    That much was obvious.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bully breath</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637097</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:25:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, after a long nap cuddled up in bed with both mom and dad, I am feeling MUCH better!   I c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, after a long nap cuddled up in bed with both mom and dad, I am feeling MUCH better!   I curled right up in between them with my Red Sox blankie. The humidifier was on and the fan was pointing right at me.   Sweet!!!  I slept like a baby!

I woke up from my nap and dad took me out to pee.   I came back upstairs and ate a big bowl of dinner.  YUMMY!!!

We all settled down in the living room and dad said "Hey buddy, look what I bought you today!"   And he handed me a big 12" bully stick!  OMD!!!  I went right to work on that bad boy and missed most of "The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard" which is a shame, because I love that Will Ferrell guy.   

I munched and munched and munched.   Then, when I was done, I gave my paws a bath and then I rolled onto my side for another nap, BOL!  Mom came down to give me kisses and she told me that I have bully stick breath!  BOL!!!  

Well, that started dad off and the jokes started flying, BOL!  Considering the source of the bully stick, the jokes are not appropriate for Dogster.  I must say, that I did not appreciate them.

However, I will do ANYTHING for a bully stick, so joke away dad.  Joke away.  You have no idea what you are missing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Crabby?!?   Moi?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/637035</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 13:24:37 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the groomer's today to get my hairs did.  When mom came to pick me up, mom asked for a rep ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the groomer's today to get my hairs did.  When mom came to pick me up, mom asked for a report on my behavior.   My groomer said "Well, he wasn't bad.  Just a little crabby."

WHAT?!?!  CRABBY?!?   ME?!?   

I beg to differ, woman!

It is no secret that I have an anxiety disorder.  It's pretty well documented.  I'm OK with it and I handle it pretty well for the most part.   Today, I had a bit of a tough day.

I came out of my house for my morning pee and I was greeted by two doggies in MY yard!!!!  The nerve!!!!  Of course, they needed to be woofed at, so I did.  Apparently that was not OK with mom.  She told me NO!  And we went around the back of the house so I could pee.  Once I gathered myself, we circled the house to the other side.  And there were the dogs, IN MY DRIVEWAY!!!! 

Their human yelled to mom "Don't worry, they're friendly!"

Mom yelled back "Yeah, well he's not!"

Instead of leaving, the woman stood there and let her dogs walk into my yard on the end of their flexis!!!   Ooooohhhh!!!  I was miffed!   "Get out of my yard!!!" I yelled.

Mom tried to bring me out back, but I was not having it.   I wanted to defend my turf.   Each time I woofed, the lady yelled back "They're friendly!  Let them sniff!"

Ummmm....NO!!   Take those dogs away from my yard!!!!

Finally mom calmed me down and we went back in the house while that lady allowed her dogs to PEE ON MY LAWN!!!  OOOHHHHH!!!! SOOO MAD!!!

We finally went back inside and mom calmed me down.  But I was too upset to eat my breakfast.   

My mean mom said "Well, if you're not gonna eat it, I'm taking it away.  Now  let's go!" 

And then we went to the groomer.  UGH!

Hmph.

At the groomer's, I had to play nice with all of the other dogs there.  There were some barkers, which was stressing me out a bit.  Why can't they just be quiet?!?    

So, forgive me if I was a little crabby.   I had a tough morning.   

Thank dog I am home now and cuddled up in bed with mom and dad for a lazy afternoon of video games and Dogster.  Aaahhh!!! Perfection!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Uh Ooooohhh....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/636403</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 18:04:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't feel so good.   I have been coughing a little bit.  Not big coughs like normal, but little c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't feel so good.   I have been coughing a little bit.  Not big coughs like normal, but little coughs.  Much like Ben Stiller in "Zoolander" when he thinks he has "the black lung" from working one day in the coal mine, BOL!    When I cough mom says "I think it's the black lung, Pop!" in her best Zoolander voice, BOL! 

Mom's really hoping that this doesn't develop into anything.   She's thinking that maybe I am just a little congested from the change in the weather and the peeps turning on the heat in the house.  Mom's going to go buy filters for my humidifier tomorrow and we will start using it tomorrow night.  Maybe that will help.   

Apparently I am also banned from my deelish frosty paws for a while.  Mom thinks that maybe all that dairy is giving me a hard time.   Mom promises me that they will not go bad in the freezer since we just made them.   I will wait for you dear frosty paws.  I will wait.

The one good thing about this is that if I cough enough today or tomorrow, mom will cancel my grooming appointment on Saturday!!!  WOOHOO!!!   Although it would be nice to look all spiffy for Turkey Day....

Mom says not to worry, if I start coughing any harder than Zoolander, I will go see the vet.  Mom would expect us to find our way to the vet's on next Wednesday night....the day before turkey day, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>NINE!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/635568</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 09:18:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's how many frosty paws mom made me today!!!!   NINE!!!

They are freezing in the freezer as I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's how many frosty paws mom made me today!!!!   NINE!!!

They are freezing in the freezer as I type.  There are two kinds:

Banana/blueberry/peanut butter

AND

Banana/strawberry/peanut butter

MMMMMM!!!!  Deeeelish!!

I must say that I really appreciate mom making them for me considering that I had a couple of whoopsies this weekend.   I *may* have peed on the living room rug Friday night.   Yes, that would be mom's very, very expensive Crate and Barrel rug.  Oops.  Hey, what can I say....what was she thinking buying an expensive rug with a dog in the house?!?  That's just a target for bodily functions, BOL!  It's not my fault though and mom knows it.  Mom KNEW that she gave me Prednisone and she didn't take me for enough potty breaks.   

Nice rug + Prednisone + not enough potty breaks = oopsies

Aaaannnnddd....I *may* have eaten the other door of the back seat of the Subaru.  Ooops.  What can I say, I prefer the off-white foam color over the grey vinyl.   Have I mentioned that I offer my services as an interior decorator?  BOL!   

Oh well.  At least I get Frosty Paws!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BOL!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/635356</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 08:14:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Everyone,go vote for Wheely  in the World's Coolest Dog Contest! 

Make sure you check out his Nau ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Everyone,go vote for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/928369">Wheely</a>  in the World's Coolest Dog Contest! 

Make sure you check out his Nautiest picture, BOL!

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show09/vote_pet.php?i=928369">Vote for Wheely in the World's Coolest</a><a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com" title="dog pictures & breed info">dog pictures & breed info</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rifreakingdiculous!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/635268</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 19:44:14 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Asinine!  Absurd! Foolish! Unreal!

That's what I think of this Article!!!!

The Chow Chow is NO ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Asinine!  Absurd! Foolish! Unreal!

That's what I think of this <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://dogblog.dogster.com/2009/11/12/how-smart-is-your-dog/">Article</a>!!!!

The Chow Chow is <b>NOT</b> the fourth dumbest dog!!!!  

Let me list some of the reasons why I, a Chow Chow, am very, very smart:

-I do not beg for food.  I just take it.  Survival of the fittest/quickest, baby.   

-I do not listen to the humans.    I am smarter than them and I know what I need to do.   Nobody tells me what to do.   I am the boss.

-I will, however, listen to the humans if they have delicious treats in their hands.   Not kibble.  Not biscuits.  Liver.  Or chicken.  Or meatballs.  I know the difference.  And I know when a "sit" is worth it.

-I do not play with toys.    I prefer to read the newspaper and the encyclopedia.

-I do not trust all people.   People have to earn my trust.  There are some whackjobs out there and you never know who you can trust right off the bat.  Trust needs to be earned.  That's just the way it is.

-I know the difference between mom's car pulling in the driveway and dad's truck pulling in the driveway.  I bark at dad's truck and I run to the door and wait quietly for mom when I hear her car car.   I swear, I never get confused when dad drives mom's car and he pulls in and I run to the front door while mom watches.  That never happens, because I am wicked smart.

-I am waaaayyyy to handsome to be dumb.

-My mom says all the time "My boy here....he's wicked smaht!".  All the time.  She says it constantly.

There are so many more, but I am too riled up by this preposterous <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://dogblog.dogster.com/2009/11/12/how-smart-is-your-dog/">Article</a>.  Really, who has the NERVE to rank us dogs?!?  Aren't we all smart in our own way?   This is a bunch of hooey!

Hmph.

Fourth dumbest dog.

No wonder we Chows are so grumpy.

People accusing us of being dumb.

Ludicrous.

Outrageous.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Fridays with mom</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 07:32:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has every other Friday off from work.   It's our time together and we spend the day together.    ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has every other Friday off from work.   It's our time together and we spend the day together.   Today we are running errands all day.  We're going to visit friends and then we are going to the pet store!!!  WOOHOO!  I love Fridays with mom!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More Voting!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/634050</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Nov 2009 18:52:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew!  We're voting a whole lot more tonight!  

I found Gracie and her bros, Deogie, Biscotte and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!  We're voting a whole lot more tonight!  

I found Gracie and her bros, Deogie, Biscotte and a whole bunch of others.    Also, I found Hannah.   Everyone should go vote for her big pittie smile!!!  Imagine if she won!   Her pretty smile would be the face of Dogster!!!   I sure hope she wins!  (That is...if I don't win, BOL!)

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show09/vote_pet.php?i=631809">Vote for Hannah in the World's Coolest</a><a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com" title="dog pictures & breed info">dog pictures & breed info</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Entry!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/634034</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Nov 2009 17:59:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We were going through all the sports fans and we didn't see any Red Sox fans!!!!   Sox fans were las ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We were going through all the sports fans and we didn't see any Red Sox fans!!!!   Sox fans were last year's winners!!!  So mom dug up a picture of me in my Red Sox hat and entered me.

Quick!  Go Vote for me (5 paws!) in my Red Sox hat!  And make sure you give all those stinkin' Yankees fans (there are a lot of 'em in the contest!) 2 paws!!! 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show09/vote_pet.php?i=467498">Vote for  Chipper  in the World's Coolest</a><a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com" title="dog pictures & breed info">dog pictures & breed info</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BOP IT</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/634005</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Nov 2009 16:35:09 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so you know how I've told you all before that mom taught me &quot;touch&quot; and I bop my nose onto the p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so you know how I've told you all before that mom taught me "touch" and I bop my nose onto the palm of her hand?   And then she started to make me jump to get her hand?   Well folks, we've changed things up a bit.

Mom bought 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.petco.com/product/110188/Premier-Clik-Stik-Training-Tool.aspx?cm_mmc=CSEMGooglebase-_-Dog-_-Premier%20Pet-_-1158090&mr:trackingCode=42D95425-BA8B-DE11-B4D4-0019B9C043EB&mr:referralID=NA">Clik Stik</a> a while back at Petco (because it's where the pets go).   She brought it home and busted it out of that terrible packaging that only McGyver can get into.

The plan was to use it to teach me to bop the end with my nose.   However, dad took one look at it and said "Hey, why did you buy Chipper an anal probe?"

Ummmm....good question!   

So, mom didn't use it for a while because she couldn't take it seriously (and she couldn't help but wonder what dad was doing in his free time to make him think that thought....).  

But recently, mom thought it would be fun to teach me something new.   So, we tried it.

OMD!   I LOVE IT!!!  

Mom says "BOP IT" and I find the green dot and slam my nose into it.   Click!  LIVER!!!

SWEET!!!   

Things just clicked with me tonight and now I really get it.   I was hippety hopping all over the living room "bopping it" and getting tons of liver and cheese.  

This is much funner than touch.   And mom says that since the clicker is built in the stick, she finds it much easier than touch.  One hand for clicker/stick/bopping and the other for treats.  And my slobber doesn't get on her hand and her nasty hand doesn't touch my pristine nose.  Sweet!!!

Chipper says 4 paws up.
Mom says 2 thumbs up.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633802</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Nov 2009 18:08:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I managed to get in a good nap while mom voted for the Coolest Dogs.   She voted for 564 dogs, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I managed to get in a good nap while mom voted for the Coolest Dogs.   She voted for 564 dogs, so we are in free Zealie range!   But we have a lot of voting left to do to get the most free zealies!  

Mom said we are all done for the night.  She says she can't use the stupid pointer on the laptop, but is too lazy to get the mouse out of the car.  

Woman!!!  We have important things to click!  Go get the mouse!

Oh well, more voting tomorrow!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Voting!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633764</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Nov 2009 15:16:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, I have provided mom with my instructions for voting in the World's Coolest Dog Competition.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, I have provided mom with my instructions for voting in the World's Coolest Dog Competition.

-Vote 5 paws for ALL my pals
-Vote 5 paws for all Red Sox, Bruins, Celtics and Patriots fans in the sports category
-Vote 5 paws for all Chow Chows
-All other pups get 4 paws (unless they are really cute, then 5 paws, but I have to OK it)

So, if you want me to vote for you, please post a link to your page here.

I already found <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/330152">Sammy</a> and gave him 5 paws!   Who else wants 5 paws???

OK, I'm off to take a nap while mom clicks away to earn me free zealies.  Please post here so mom can vote for you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog Park</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633540</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Nov 2009 14:20:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633540</guid>
		<description>Mom took today and yesterday off from work to stay home with me.   No real reason, just because she  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took today and yesterday off from work to stay home with me.   No real reason, just because she loves me.   Yesterday we didn't do too much.  We lounged around a bit and chilled out.

Today, however, we went on an outing!   We loaded up the Subaru and drove over to Portsmouth.  We found a lovely pond and we walked all the way around it!!!  Then we walked all through the fields and I sniffed a couple of doggies.    We stumbled upon a dog park and I, Chipper T. Dog, went in!  That's right!  I went into a dog park!   

As some of you may know, I am not a fan of the following:

-Playing
-Dogs sniffing me (<b>I</b> do the sniffing)
-Dogs jumping on me
-Dogs running
-People
-Small dogs yipping at me

I don't hurt dogs when they annoy me, I just kinda flip 'em off with my growl or I show 'em my pearly whites.  Mom thought it wasn't such a good idea for me to go to a dog park.  So, we never have.

Well, today, we mosied all around the dog park.  There were a couple of dogs playing and I was being good.  We sniffed through the fence and I watched them play and run without giving them the old teeth show.    Mom figured that since I was being good, we would try it.  So, we went in and mom brought me to....

The small dog area.  BOL! 

The dog park has a small seperate area for the little guys, so that's where mom took me, BOL!   There were no little guys there, so I just sniffed a bit and then I wanted to leave.   There was a GSD chasing a ball in the big dog area, but I didn't want to play with him.   I flicked my fur up at him when he approached the fence, so mom figured we should leave, BOL! 

That's my first, and probably last dog park experience, BOL!    I guess I'm just not a social kind of guy, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yeah!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633135</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Nov 2009 18:04:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633135</guid>
		<description>Mom's all done with work for the week!!!   She took tomorrow and Friday off!   That mean she's stayi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's all done with work for the week!!!   She took tomorrow and Friday off!   That mean she's staying home with me ALL day!!!   WOOHOO!!!


We may go check out this place:   <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.alldogsgym.com/index.php">All Dogs Gym</a>   Mom wants me to *maybe* train her in Rally-O.  I love training mom.  It's a lot of fun and she brings the good cookies, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Frosty Paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633131</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 4 Nov 2009 17:48:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/633131</guid>
		<description>Have you pups ever had a Frosty Paw?   I LOVE them, but they do not love me.   Mom bought them for m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you pups ever had a Frosty Paw?   I LOVE them, but they do not love me.   Mom bought them for me once and all four times I ate one, I had "repercussions" the next day.

Mom tried Yogahund, but that's no good because we don't like the company that makes them.    And I didn't really like it.

Soo...Sunday night, mom decided to make me my very own Frosty Paws.  She broke out the blender and threw in the following:

Four or five frozen strawberries.
A bunch of plain, non-fat yogurt
Two big spoonfuls of peanutbutter.

She blended it up and poured it into cups and put 'em in the freezer.

MMMMMMMMMM!!!!  Deelish!!!

I love them!  They are my new fave!

Mom's going to make more tomorrow, but this time with a banana too because I LOVE bananas!    Mom's even going to fill my Kongs with home made Frosty Paws!   WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't mind if I do!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/632899</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 3 Nov 2009 17:57:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and dad are lazy tonight.  They are eating dinner on the couch tonight.   Dad was eating his din ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad are lazy tonight.  They are eating dinner on the couch tonight.   Dad was eating his dinner and I went over to scope out the scene.  To my surprise, there was a bag of home made oatmeal cookies right there on the couch!   I snagged that bag and pulled it right onto the floor for a closer sniffing.

"MINE!!!  I call 'em!"  I said.

"Babe!  Chipper stole my cookies!" Dad yelled.

Mom reached down and took them away.    

Dad's a rat bastard.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Button pusher</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/632402</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Nov 2009 16:33:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/632402</guid>
		<description>I am being wrongly accused of being a button pusher.   Apparently I am frustrating mom.    Why you a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am being wrongly accused of being a button pusher.   Apparently I am frustrating mom.    Why you ask?  Let me tell you what I am being accused of...

1.  "Being vocal"   I have A LOT to say.  And when I need to say it, I'm gonna say it.    I don't care if my bark is loud.  That's the point.    I LIKE to hear myself bark.   Is that so bad?    Growling is fun.   It lets people know how I feel.  Mom doesn't yell at me for growling, but it sure is frustrating her, BOL! 

2.  "The incident"  Last night, I flipped out.    I went out to pee with dad around 10:00 PM.   I was coming back in and dad was just about to open then door when Tommy (neighbor labby) came running over to say hi.   I have very little patience for him.   He's all puppy-ish and friendly and whatnot.   We sniffed, said hello and I was all done with him.  I was ready for bed and mom.   So, I barked in his face.  See #1 above.   He got spooked and barked back and dad panicked.  He opened the door to the house and pushed me in!   I tried to bark at Tommy some more and somehow dad's hand ended up in my mouth.   OMG!   (Don't worry, nobody was hurt.)   Dad slammed the door with me barking my fool head off inside and ushered Tommy back to his dad.   Have no fear, no human nor dog were hurt in this incident.   I gave daddy kisses before bed to apologize and we are friends again.  But mom and dad were very angry with me.  What can I say...that one was a "whoops".   

3.  "I am all up in dad's grill."   He steps out of line, I am there to tell on him.  See #1 above.   Dad has no right to burp, blow his nose, eat, drink or anything.  If he does, I bark really loud to let mom know.  Someone needs to keep him in check.

4.  "No one puts Chippy in a corner."   Mom bought groceries Friday night.    While dad was bringing them in and mom was putting them away, mom locked me in the laundry room behind a baby gate.   The laundry room is right off the kitchen, so I could see mom and dad the whole time.  But I don't like being imprisoned.   Soooo....I proceeded to bark my fool head off (see #1) the WHOLE time I was imprisoned.  That will teach them.

So, since I am falsely being accused here, mom is thinking that it may be time to return to doggy school.  It's been a while since I last went and we may start back up soon.  Whatevs.   I think that all of the above was justified.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Halloweenie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/632146</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:03:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/632146</guid>
		<description>Goodness!   I can't believe its been a week since my last update!   Mom's computer broke and she was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Goodness!   I can't believe its been a week since my last update!   Mom's computer broke and she was too lazy to call to get it fixed, so she was using dads computer.   Well, this week, that one broke too!  Ugh!  No computers to update my pals!  So, here goes with my update for the past week.

-Mom worked crazy hours all week and abandoned me and dad Monday through Thursday.  The only time I saw her was at bed time.  I was so sad.   I started pacing on Tuesday night and I didn't stop until she finally came home.  Booo!!!

-Yesterday, mom went in to work late, so we had a great morning.   We slept in and had coffee and kibble together.   She went to work for a couple hours.   Dad came home first and dressed me up for my afternoon walk.  Well, let me tell you something....I was totally unprepared for what I saw when I went outside my house.   KIDS everywhere!  And not just KIDS, but KIDS DRESSED UP IN SCARY COSTUMES!!!!  Yikes!!!   I couldn't poop fast enough!   As soon as I did, me and dad ran back home and I hid out in my crate until mom came home.   Mom tried to explain to me that what I saw was "trick or treat" and the kids were going door to door asking for candy.  Hmph.   Bah humbug and what not.  I am keeping my candy!   No kids knocked on my door because mom and dad were not ready so we kept the lights off.   We just moved here and in our last place, we didn't get any trick-or-treaters so we weren't expecting any.  Silly mom and dad.

-Today, I had the best Halloweenie!    Me, mom and dad slept in.   We woke up for pee breaks and mom made coffee and hot cocoa (for dad).  We all cuddled back in bed and watched "Young Frankenstein".   When we got up , we all had breakfast and then we went to Best Buy.  On the way home, we went to Stratham Hill Park and went for a long walk in the woods.    Now, we are watching the "Ghost Hunters" marathon.  Mom made homemade pizza and oatmeal cookies for dinner.  Since I love oatmeal, mom let me lick the bowl when she was done!  Deelish!!!  

OH!  When dad fixed the computer, we found out that a bunch of my pals gave me Halloween rosettes and gifts!  Thanks everypup!!!!  You are the best!

That's my update for now!  Hope dad's fix for the computer sticks and we have no more problems.  :)

Happy Halloweeen!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Big, shiny ball</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/630540</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 05:38:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/630540</guid>
		<description>Today there is a big shiny ball up in the sky.   Mom says it's the &quot;sun&quot;.   Hmmm....I seem to have f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today there is a big shiny ball up in the sky.   Mom says it's the "sun".   Hmmm....I seem to have forgotten about the "sun".   Time to get out and enjoy it!   I hope we go on a nice long walk today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>aaaaahhhh...much better!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/630442</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 16:47:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/630442</guid>
		<description>It's raining.   OK, more like pouring.   It's pretty gross out there.  In between downpours, it's dr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's raining.   OK, more like pouring.   It's pretty gross out there.  In between downpours, it's drizzley and misty and foggy.   Gross.   

I do NOT want to go for a walk, no matter how many walks are offered to me.

But I am all revved up and ready to burn some energy.

I figured it would be best to burn my energy woofing and anything and everything.   

Dad sneezed.  I was there with a nice loud "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!"

Mom's phone rang.  "WOOFWOOFWOOF!"

I thought I may have heard a fly land on the tree outside.  "WOOFWOOFWOOF!"

Apparently the folks did not enjoy this.

So mom sat down on the living room floor with me and gave me a nice long full body massage for about 45 minutes.     

Whew!   Now I am ready for bed!!!  I feel much better now.

So I ran over and laid *next to* my doggy bed and now I am asleep.

I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What is empty must be filled.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/629792</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 17:46:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/629792</guid>
		<description>Dear Mom, 

I am writing to offer you a proposal.   Please hear me out and consider my logic.

S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Mom, 

I am writing to offer you a proposal.   Please hear me out and consider my logic.

Some days we go for very long walks.    The more I walk, the more I poop.  Today, we went for a long walk in the morning.   I pooped a nice big poop for you.  Then I took a nap in my crate until dad came home.  Then me and dad went for a longer walk and I pooped two nice big poops for him.

THREE poops in one day!!!   

My belly is officially empty.

Therefore, it must be filled.

Here is the proposal.  On days when I poop a lot, I should get bigger meals.   LOTS bigger.    If my belly is empty, you should fill it back up.

Please respond to my letter by refilling the kibble bowl in the kitchen that I am staring at.    Dinner was a bit skimpy.

Thank you, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poor Tennessee....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628953</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:27:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628953</guid>
		<description>The Patriots played the Titans today.  I'm a huge Pats Fan.  But, ummm...Oi Vey.

Final Score:
Pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The Patriots played the Titans today.  I'm a huge Pats Fan.  But, ummm...Oi Vey.

Final Score:
Patriots: 59
Titans: 0

Ouch.

Mom started to feel pretty bad and almost turned the game off shortly after halftime.   I watched the second half with my paws over my eyes.  It's hard to enjoy a game like that.   The poor Titans couldn't do anything right.   Maybe it was the snow.  

Poor Tennessee.   That was not pretty.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smile!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628932</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 14:14:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628932</guid>
		<description>Please vote for me and my smile in the Coolest Dog Competition! 

I promise that I will vote for y ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Please vote for me and my smile in the Coolest Dog Competition! 

I promise that I will vote for you! 

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/show09/vote_pet.php?i=467498">Vote! </a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Quirky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628750</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 18:47:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628750</guid>
		<description>Quirky.

That's what mom calls me.

I have two dog beds in my house.  One in the living room and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Quirky.

That's what mom calls me.

I have two dog beds in my house.  One in the living room and one in the bed room.  The one in the living room is quilted red fleece with black paw prints.  The one in the bed room is quilted Red Sox pattern fleece with a satin trim.   I love them.

But I don't like to sleep on them.

I sleep next to them.

If I need to clean my paws, I go on my beds to groom.  I also hang out on my beds to watch TV.   But I don't sleep on them.

I sleep on the floor next to them.

Quirky.  

That's me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Check her out!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628656</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 11:24:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628656</guid>
		<description>Shelley is a diary pick of the day.  She's new to her furever home and she needs some POTP.  She was ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1049893">Shelley</a> is a diary pick of the day.  She's new to her furever home and she needs some POTP.  She was just treated for heartworms.  Yuck!   I had heartworms when I was adopted and I went through the treatments too.  It's no fun.   It hurts and you have to be on cage rest and short leash walks for the longest time! 

Please stop by her page and offer her some POTP.  While you are there, ask her to be your pal!  Shelley and her sister are new to Dogster and only have 11 pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beauty Rest</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628501</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:06:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628501</guid>
		<description>Mom had the day off today.    Dad had to go to work.  He woke us up &quot;getting ready&quot;.  He has some ne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom had the day off today.    Dad had to go to work.  He woke us up "getting ready".  He has some nerve using the lights while we are trying to sleep!   

Me and mom got out of bed around 6:30 AM.   We went outside and I took care of my business.    It was freaking cold out there!!!    We came back in and I had my breakfast and mom made coffee.

Mom thought it was too cold to sit in the living room, so we went back to the bedroom and cuddled up.

Next thing I know, I open my eyes and look at mom and she is sound asleep!   I look at the clock and it is 11:40 AM!!!   OMD!  We slept the whole morning away!  

But it felt darned good to sleep in, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Star of the Show</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628314</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:28:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/628314</guid>
		<description>My vet has been calling the house since Tuesday to check up on me.   Mom has been pretty busy at wor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My vet has been calling the house since Tuesday to check up on me.   Mom has been pretty busy at work and hasn't returned her call.  Bad mom!

Well today, mom came home early.   I was NOT interested in a walk, so mom figured, what the hay, we need heartworm pills anyways.  Instead of calling my doctor, let's just go see her, BOL!   So we headed to the vet. 

I was sooo excited!   I sauntered in the door and said "Hello all, I am here!  Now shower me with cookies and pats!"

And they did.

First, the receptionist lady gave me a cookie and told mom that I am a good boy.  Thank you very much receptionist-lady!

Then, nurse Jessica came out and she gave me TWO cookies, BOL!   I love her.  She is also my groomer.   She's a Chow owner, so she gets me and all my quirks.

Then Dr. Kaufman came out and gave me cookies AND nurse Jamie gave me cookies!  I had to work for the one from nurse Jamie...she was hiding in "the back" and I had to go through the exam room to get to her.   I was a little scared, but it was worth it to get a cookie, BOL!

No pokin, no prodding, no bright shiny eye lights, lots of cookies and lots of "Good Boys" for me!   My kinda vet visit, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Is this how it's supposed to work?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/627630</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:01:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/627630</guid>
		<description>Well, as stated yesterday, I had a bit of a problem with my whizzer.

Tonight, I decided to take a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, as stated yesterday, I had a bit of a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/627348">problem with my whizzer.</a>

Tonight, I decided to take a different approach.

I'm still on the meds that are increasing my whizzing.   My dosage goes down tomorrow, thank Dog!!!  After dinner, I was chewing on a bully stick.  I took a couple of breaks to take big drinks.

Mom was all done with dinner before dad and she offered to take me out.  But I was too excited with all the food happening, so I said "No thanks!"

Fifteen minutes later, we were chilling in the living room when all of a sudden it hit me!  I couldn't take it!   I got up and RAN to the stairs and did a little pee dance.   Mom told dad (who was suiting up to take me out) to HURRY UP!!!   I couldn't take it, so I RAN down the stairs and pawed at the door!  I didn't have my leash on, so mom ran after me and told me "Good boy!  Gooooddd Boy!!!"   and next thing I knew, my leash was on and I was running out the door with Dad!

WHEW!   I barely made it to the pee tree! Mom  was peeking out the door yelling "Good boy!!!  Good job Chippy!"

Now I know what to do!   Just run down the stairs, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I tried to tell you!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 17:43:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I peed on the floor tonight.  In the man room.  On the carpet.

The man room is a sacred room.  It ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I peed on the floor tonight.  In the man room.  On the carpet.

The man room is a sacred room.  It's dad's room where all of his music, computer and video game stuff is.  And it's where I keep my squirrel stuffie.    Hence, "the man room".  It's where the men go.

Mom heard me from the other room.   

We just finished a training session, during which, I was jumping all over playing "touch".   After training, I ran from mom (in the living room) to dad (in the kitchen).  I ran into the kitchen and woofed at dad.  Then I ran into the living room and headbutted mom in the belly (she was still sitting on the floor, BOL).  I repeated this numerous times.  

Dad went into the bathroom and it was clear that nobody was gonna take me out.   So, I stomped into the man room and opened the flood gates.   

YIKES!

Mom heard tinkling.    She came into the man room and turned on the light.  There I was, spread-eagle on the corner of the carpet with a yellow river flowing beneath me.   Mom sighed and ran to the kitchen to grab a towel.  She came back and I was STILL whizzing!   The river grew longer and mom just stood and watched in awe.

Mom said "Poor Chippy.  You tried to tell us.  It's those meds the doctor put you on.  She said they would make you drink more and pee more.  I'm sorry bud!"

That's right woman!!!  This is all your fault!   Now clean it up and make sure you wash your hands after!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/627287</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 13:11:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My good pal Wrinkles has tagged me! 

Here are the rules: Tell 7 random facts about yourself. Post ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My good pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019932">Wrinkles</a> has tagged me! 

Here are the rules: Tell 7 random facts about yourself. Post these facts & the game rules in your diary. Then tag 5 dogs (don't forget to list their names) who must tell 7 random facts about themselves. Let these dogs know they've been tagged by sending them a Paw-mail or rosette.


Okey dokey, here goes!

1.  My name is Chipper and I am a foodaholic.  That's right, I love food!!!  Any kind.  Any thing.  You name it, I love it!   Now, that's not to say that I will EAT it all.  For example, I do NOT eat plain, raw vegetables.  But if mom is cooking and chopping, I will sit and stare and long for one.  When she gives it to me, I will carry it around for a while, but I will not eat it.   But I want it because it's food and I LOVE FOOD!

2.  I'm not particularly fond of people.  I love my mom, nana and papa.  Dad's OK.  Everyone else can take a hike.  Unless they have cookies.  Then they can be my friend.

3.  I sleep on the bed every night with mom and dad.   I like to make a nest with the blankies at the foot of the bed.  It took mom and dad about a year to figure out that I am the blanket hog in the bed.  Up until recently, they were blaming each other, BOL! 

4.  I'm a very vocal dog.  I like to woof, growl, moan, groan and grunt.  If I can make a noise, I will.   I like to tell mom and dad what to do and I am not afraid to speak my mind.

5.  My favorite thing to do is to walk in the woods.  

6.  I HATE to get dirty.  Yuck!!   I stepped in dog poo in the back yard a couple of weeks ago (not my poo...Tommy's poo).  I was miffed!!!  I growled at the poo and wiped my foot in the grass until it was gone.  Now I will NOT step paw into that section of the back yard.   Gross.

7.  I am mom and dad's first dog.  Ever.   I have them hooked on dogs and they will never, ever live without one.  Which is good because I plan to live with them forever.

I have no idea who I am going to tag......I'll let you know as soon as I decide!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Saturday</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/627108</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 17:45:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks to all of my pals for the well wishes and the POTP!   I am feeling a little better today.   I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to all of my pals for the well wishes and the POTP!   I am feeling a little better today.   I have only coughed a couple of times.   Mom loaded me up with the meds last night and this morning.  I think we knocked the bejeezus out of whatever was starting before it really set in.   I had a lot of coughs last night, but I did sleep through the night, which is good.

Today, we went to camp.  We pulled into our campsite and OMD!?!  Our camper was G.O.N.E!!!   I didn't know where it was and I was getting a little upset.  Then we went for a walk and I found it...on our new site right next to the beach!!!  WOOHOO!

After my walk (and two poops, BOL!), I got locked in the car.  Mom said that I had to hang out in the car since I could potentially be contagious.   And I was still coughing a bit.  There are a lot of doggies in the campground and mom thought it would be best if I didn't sniff any of them.   So, I sat in my car and barked at any pup who walked by, BOL!  

Mom and dad did some stuff in the camper (something about winterizing...hope that doesn't mean that snow is coming!).  Soon they came back to the car and off we went.  We are done at camp for the season.  And now the countdown starts to May...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My vet appointment</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/626917</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Oct 2009 17:47:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the vet today.   It was for my annual exam and shots.   I had three shots scheduled.  Yuck ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the vet today.   It was for my annual exam and shots.   I had three shots scheduled.  Yuck.   

Mom was kinda happy that I had an appointment because I haven't been myself lately.   I've been a little grumpy and a little down.   I've been occasionally coughing, but mom ignored it and figured I could tough it out.    

Today, I started coughing like crazy!!!   When mom came home from work, I was very excited to see her.  I came running out of my crate and coughed right in her face, BOL!    We went outside, but I had no interest in walking.     We came back in and waited for dad.   I coughed a few times, but when dad came home and mom grabbed her keys....OMD!!!  I was so excited that I started jumping all over and coughing up a storm.   I coughed so hard that I was afraid to come down the stairs.    Mom came up and got me and helped me go down the stairs.  

I jumped in the car and off we went.   At the vet, I saw my BFF, nurse Jessica.   She gave me a cookie and I coughed cookie crumbs all over her, BOL!   

When the doctor lady came in, she was very concerned about my coughing.  She poked my bum and told mom that I had a temperature, but that it was normal (BOL <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/413363">Maxwell's</a>  mom!).  100.6.  Not bad.   She listened to my lungs and told mom that they were scratchy.   Not bad, but she was concerned that something was building.  She told mom "No shots for Chipper!!  He gets meat-flavored antibiotics and steriods!"

Whew!!   That was a close one!!!  

No shots for me!

We picked up a bag of Chinese food on the way home and now we are chilling out watching "Friday Night Smackdown".   Mom gave me all my meds and a big bowl of kibble.  Everytime I move, I cough so I decided that a nap would be best.     

Good night all!!!   I'm going to rest up


P.S.  I think I heard mom make a new appointment for me to get shots.   Bad mom!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You have got to be kidding me!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/626577</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Oct 2009 11:39:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I usually don't get too riled up about things.   But something has really gotten my goat.  (mmmm.... ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I usually don't get too riled up about things.   But something has really gotten my goat.  (mmmm....goat!)

Mom told me that she heard on the radio today that Mr. Michael Vick has signed on to his own reality TV show.   It's true.  I googled it.

Michael Vick has singed to an 8 episode reality TV show called something along the lines of "The Michael Vick Project".   It will air on BET.

What the Woof?!?

Michael Vick is doing the show because he "wants people to know him as a human". 

You have got to be kidding me!  Ugh!

Mom's a huge fan of reality TV.   We love trashy shows like "Flavor of Love", "Real World" (especially the challenges), "Survivor", "Tool Academy", "The T.O. Show", "Big Brother" and "Real Chance at Love".   But even mom thinks this is too much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A pokin' is a-brewin'.</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 8 Oct 2009 10:52:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom told me this morning.    I have to go to the vet tomorrow.  Yuck.  No big deal, just my annual e ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom told me this morning.    I have to go to the vet tomorrow.  Yuck.  No big deal, just my annual exam.  Mom said that I am getting two shots.   And a pokin.  And an eye exam and a hip exam.  Yuck.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chipper Sandwich</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/625681</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Oct 2009 16:45:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me, mom and dad usually ride around in our Subaru.  It has a big back seat for me and plenty of trun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me, mom and dad usually ride around in our Subaru.  It has a big back seat for me and plenty of trunk room for our stuff.  We have a "stuff gate" to keep 0ur stuff in the back.   Some may call the gate a "dog gate", but not in our case.   In our case, the dog goes in the back seat and the "stuff" goes in the way back, BOL!

Anywho, our other ride is a truck.   A big truck.   We call it "Big Red".   It's a big, candy apple red Dodge Ram 1500.   It is NOT an extended cab, so when we go for rides, I have to sit between mom and dad on the front seat.  It's a tight fit.  With mom on my right and dad on my left and a big black furry Chow Chow in between...It's a Chipper sandwich, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whatta Day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/625267</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Oct 2009 18:16:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So me and mom went up to the campground today.   We had a very good day.  The campground guy stopped ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So me and mom went up to the campground today.   We had a very good day.  The campground guy stopped by and told mom he wants to move us on Monday!!!  OMD!!!  We so are not ready!  

But we sure did GET ready, BOL!

Mom worked her butt off while I watched and I did help a little.   For example, when she was folding up my camp crate, I made sure to jump in there to show her where I go.    A few times.  I'm still not sure why she yelled at me to "get out of the way".   Clearly, I was helping.

We cleaned up the camper, took down the screen room and emptied all the liquids and paper products from the camper and brought them home.  

Then we harvested our pumpkin we grew in our pumpkin patch.  Sadly, only one grew, but it's a beaut!!!   I think it weighs a whopping three pounds, BOL!    And it's still 1/2 green.  But we are proud because WE grew it!!!   I helped too...I "watered" it a few times, BOL!  We don't care if it's only three pounds, we are gonna make it into a Jack-O-Lantern for Halloween, BOL! 

We managed to sneak in two walks around the campground.  On walk #2, I found the chipmunk's home!!!!   OMD, I was so excited!   I jumped all over the rocks chasing him and he kept poking his head up in between the rocks.  Eventally he ran down his chipmunk hole and I dug like crazy to get him.  But he was too far in.  I couldn't find him.  But I did find his nuts (not <i>those</i> nuts...his acorns, BOL) and I ate them.  That's right, I ate the chipmunk's nuts!!! It was awesome!

When we were all done, we came back home.  Now I am giving dad a hard time (because that's my mission in life) and we are watching Friday Night Smackdown.   Me and mom just shared a cup of Maple Walnut ice cream and all is good in the world.   

And now, mom just checked Dogster and all my wonderful pals sent me wonderful presents and well wishes for my diary pick of the day!!!   Thanks everypup!!!   I even made new pals today!  WOOHOO!

It truly was a great day!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I gotta a feeling *ooohhooo*.....</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 2 Oct 2009 04:38:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That today's gonna be a good day.   That today's gonna be a goodgood day!!! 

Hmm...not quite the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That today's gonna be a good day.   That today's gonna be a goodgood day!!! 

Hmm...not quite the same ring as the Black Eyed Peas song.

Anywho, I am a Diary Pick of the Day today!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!  Thanks Dogster!!!  I feel so honored!

So far, I'm having a great day.  I woke up early and had cuddles in bed with mom while dad got ready for work.   It's 7:30 AM and mom is still in her PJ's which means that she's NOT going to work!!! WOOHOO!!!

Mom says that it's her Friday off, so we are going to camp today!!!  ALONE!!!  WOOHOO! 

Mom says it's a working day, not a play day though.   We have to close up the camper and get ready for our big move.   We are moving right down closer to the lake.   The beach is going to be right out our front door!!!   I can't wait!  So many more people and pups to bark at!! YES!!!

Boy, I hope we stop for a cake or something to celebrate my big day!   OMD!!!  Or maybe one of those big bones in the freezer!!! 

Thanks Dogster!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Best Day Ever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/624619</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 18:16:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today mom called in and told work that she was not coming in.  WOOHOO!!!!    I LOVE when mom and/or  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today mom called in and told work that she was not coming in.  WOOHOO!!!!    I LOVE when mom and/or dad stay home with me!!!   

Me and mom hung out all morning just chillin.   We had a nice breakfast and then mom jumped in the shower.    She put on her sweatpants and T-shirt and off we went in the car.  

To Wagon Hill!!!!   My favorite place ever!   

I ran through the meadows, chased field mice, hunted falling acorns, drank from the ocean (yuck!  I do not recommend that one) and dug some holes.    It was awesome!

On the way home, mom went into the meat store to get some dinner.  She came out with some big giant bones.   FOR ME!!!!    

Rumor has it that I can't have the bones yet though.   Mom thinks I will guard them.   Well, duh.  Of course I will!!!  Wouldn't you guard a big giant BONE?!?!   I guess I have to learn to share them though.   Just like I learned to share bully sticks.  Hmph.  Hey, at least I know that they are in my freezer, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beware the Green Mist....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/624091</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:01:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.    Mom cooked a Thanksgiving dinner today.  Turkey and all the fixins including apple ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.    Mom cooked a Thanksgiving dinner today.  Turkey and all the fixins including apple crisp!!!!   Yummy!   Now, I'm no stranger to the table scraps, so mom made me my very own Thanksgiving dinner tonight with my kibble.   I had a little turkey breast, some mashed potatoes and peas topped with a smidge of gravy.  MMMMMM!!!!  Yummy!!!! 

But wait!!!!   It gets better!

I got to lick mom's apple crisp plate!!!  Yummy!!!  

Then mom gave me some whipped cream right out of the can!!!   

Oh.  My.  Dog.   It doesn't get any better!!! 

I can't wait until I'm just starting to doze off tonight and the toots start.  I'm usually not too bad, but mom's preparing.  Just in case.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Early Thanksgiving</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 10:45:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!   I'm drooling all over!   Mom just made some fresh apple crisp and it is cooking in the oven a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!   I'm drooling all over!   Mom just made some fresh apple crisp and it is cooking in the oven and filling the whole house with the most delicious smells ever!!!   AND....there is a big fat turkey ready to go in the oven!  Mmmmmmm!!!!   I also spied a big bag of potatoes on the counter.  Maybe she will make some mashed potatoes!   I love turkey dinner!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Look at this face!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 17:45:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Have you noticed the Dairy of the Day?!?   If not, you should go over and check out Wrinkles!   Oh,  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Have you noticed the Dairy of the Day?!?   If not, you should go over and check out <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1019932">Wrinkles</a>!   Oh, what a face!   Mom is in love with all those wrinkles and that adorable smile.   Peis are mom's other favorite breed (along with Chow Chows) and mom can't get enough of Wrinkles' pictures!   Wrinkles appears to be new to Dogster, so make sure you check her (and her sister) out and GO BE HER FRIEND!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Apple Picking</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/622361</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 13:04:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday me and mom went apple picking.  We drove up to the farm around the corner from the camp.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday me and mom went apple picking.  We drove up to the farm around the corner from the camp.   Mom pulled in and the lady told mom to park right up by the little shed.  She also informed mom that I had to wait in the car.  Booo!

So mom pulls into the parking space and I hippety hopped right into the driver's seat.  That's when I saw them...

Three little black sheep!!!!   In a pen, right in front of my car!  I couldn't get to them to sniff, so I proceeded to whine.  And whine.  And whine some more.  And when I whined, they BAAAAHHHHed at me!   Awesome!

After a few minutes of Woof/Bah game playing, I noticed mom picking out our apples.  She was too lazy to go into the orchard, so she was picking them out of the bins by the shed.   I figured it was best if I helped...

WOOF!  No Galas!  

Woof!  Cortlands, YEAH!! 

WoofWoof!  Only small Macs!  

Mom was giggling as she picked out our apples, but the farmer was clearly not very pleased by our antics.   He gave mom a couple dirty looks, so mom yelled over, "Shhhh!  Enough Chippy!"

I had picked out enough apples from afar, so I laid down to take a quick power nap.   

When mom was all done paying, she came over and popped a nice little Mac in the window!   WOOHOO!!!  I skinned that thing all the way back to camp.  Yummy!!!   Now mom is going to make us some apple cake from scratch.  Even yummier!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If you can't beat 'em...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/621975</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 19:08:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>join 'em?

Hey, if mom's gonna inflict this kind of torture on me, I'm going to make the best of i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1253325396.jpg">join 'em</a>?

Hey, if mom's gonna inflict this kind of torture on me, I'm going to make the best of it.  Maybe the squirrels will think I'm one of them and I'll finally be able to catch one of those buggers!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Re: Your Bathroom Behavior</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/620214</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 18:03:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

Please know that is is NOT acceptable for you to shut the door when you go into the ba ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

Please know that is is NOT acceptable for you to shut the door when you go into the bathroom.    You must leave it open enough so that I can see in to monitor you.   If you forget, I will be sure to push it open with my nose.  But you should know that this is very inconvenient for me.   For, if I have to push the door open with my precious little nose, I am forced to come in and perform a recon of the bathroom to ensure your safety.   

Really mom, it's for your own safety.

I would like to take this opportunity to explain why I feel as though I cannot leave you alone in the bathroom.    It is NOT because I would like to be near you.   No.  That's not the case.   You see, there is (as I am sure other dogs are aware) a monster lurking in the bathroom.  He is just waiting for me to leave you unattended, so I must watch you while you are in that little room.    I do not know what will happen if he so happens to strike.  Therefore, you must be monitored.

That and I am pretty sure that there is a door that I don't know about in the bathroom and I need to be sure that you do not escape.

In conclusion, please, please do not shut the door.  I will be forced to paw at it and woof at the door until you open it for me.   It's not my fault.  It's what I must do.  Please do not merely crack the door.   I do not want my nose to get scratched pushing the door open.  Please leave a nice wide viewing window for me to monitor.

Really, it's for your own safety.

Thank you, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's on your mind?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619859</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Sep 2009 03:44:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619859</guid>
		<description>Chipper T. Dog hates it when THE Diary of the Day winner is not visible on Dogster's home page.  Why ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <b>Chipper T. Dog</b> hates it when THE Diary of the Day winner is not visible on Dogster's home page.  Why does that happen?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HOME!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619714</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 8 Sep 2009 13:41:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, the most awesomest weekend ever is coming to a close.  We packed up early this morning an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, the most awesomest weekend ever is coming to a close.  We packed up early this morning and made our way back home.   Mom and dad unloaded the car while I sniffed the whole house making sure there were no visitors while we were away.

Mom has been doing a TON of laundry.  Oooohhh do I hate that buzzer on the dryer!   So unnecessarily loud!   But mom says we need it to buzz on the days when ALL of the clothes are dirty, BOL!  That way she knows when it's time to put in the next load.   Oh well, I'll just woof my head off at it each and every time.  A dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do.

While dad was in the shower today (taking a "real shower", whatever that means), mom busted out the power drill.  Uh oh.  No good can come of this, BOL!    Mom drilled some holes in the wall, pushed some screws into the holes and suddenly, my living room now has.....CURTAINS!!!    WOOHOO!!!   

I was beginning to get a little mortified at the shape of my living room.   We have four windows and for the longest time, there were no curtains on them.  There were mini blinds, but those only do so much, you know?   In the heat of the summer, mom found some old curtains and slapped them up on the East-facing window so that the sun wouldn't come in and cook me during the day.   Then she bought the new curtains and didn't know if she liked them.  So she put them up on one window.    

Oh faux pas!!!

We had one window with blue/white checker board curtains, one window with navy tab top curtains and two just plain nekkid windows!!!   And mom expected me to live here?!?   Oh my dog.   How embarrassing!

Well, today she busted out the drill and put up all four sets of navy tab top curtains.  Thank dog!!!  Now the curtains match my crate!   Much more stylish.   It's beginning to feel a bit more homey here in the new place.   Now all we need is a big multi-person couch.  There is no room for me on the love seat OR the recliner.   I need a place to sit too!    Soon enough.  At least that's what mom keeps saying, BOL! 

p.s.  Secretly, I cannot wait for the humans to go back to work tomorrow.  They have been all up in my grill for six days.  I'm ready for a break and for mid-day naps.   Thank dog they go back tomorrow, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The most Awesomest Weekend Ever</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619565</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 7 Sep 2009 18:19:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619565</guid>
		<description>Whew!  It's been a wonderful weekend!   Me, mom and dad celebrated Labor day by heading up to camp l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!  It's been a wonderful weekend!   Me, mom and dad celebrated Labor day by heading up to camp late Wednesday night.   Mom and dad used some vacation time to give them a super long weekend!   We hung around the campground Thursday through Saturday doing nothing in particular at all.   Just the regular BBQs, walks around the campground, tending to the garden, campfires and lounging around.   Complete and pure relaxation!  

Sunday was very exciting.   Dad packed up my crate and brought it over to Nana's camper.  Nana and Papa have not been up to the camper ever since Papa had surgery on his ankle.   I have missed him so much.   Dad settled my crate in while I looked all over for Papa.  He wasn't there.  I was so sad :(

Mom and dad told me that I was going to hang out all by myself for a little while in Nana's camper.  Turns out that mom invited a whole bunch of people over for a cookout and since I don't do well with people going into MY camper and eating MY burgers and MY hotdogs, mom thought it was best if I took a nap in my crate during the cookout.  Unfair. 

Even more unfair was that Papa came to the cookout!!!  He surprised mom and made Nana drive him up to camp.   He didn't stay very long, but he did get to enjoy one last cookout in his camp before the season is over.   I didn't get to see him.  :(

Oh well, at least I got to participate in cleanup after all the guests left, BOL!  They are messy and left a ton of goodies on the ground! 

Now we are still at camp, having a very lazy Monday.   Mom and dad have one more day off of work, so we are enjoying one last day of camp.  We're headed home tomorrow and boy do we have a lot of unpacking to do, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bed time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/619056</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Sep 2009 06:14:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night me and mom headed to bed early while dad was out gallivanting around the campground.  We  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night me and mom headed to bed early while dad was out gallivanting around the campground.  We were chilling out in the camper and mom was getting tired.   She laid down on the couch and said "Come on up Chippy.  You look tired.  Let's watch the Red Sox game."

No.  No, I do not want to lay on the couch.   I am ready for real bed.   

So, I grabbed mom's blanket in my mouth and pulled it over to the big bed.   "Let's go woman!   It's time for bed!   No put me up there on the bed and you get in too!"

Mom laughed at me and next thing I know, the TV turned off, the lights went off and we were snuggled up in bed.    

Aaaahhhh!!!  That's better!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's the most wonderful time of the yeeeeaaarrrr!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/618966</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 4 Sep 2009 17:17:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/618966</guid>
		<description>No, not Christmas.   Christmas is fun with the fat guy in the red suit, all the presents and all the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ No, not Christmas.   Christmas is fun with the fat guy in the red suit, all the presents and all the good food.   But Christmas means cold and snow.  Yuck.  Really, the best time of the year around here is.....the fall!!!!! (a.k.a. "autumn")

Pumpkins are growing, the nights are getting cooler, the air is starting to smell of nutmeg and cinnamon.  If you look very closely, the leaves are beginning to turn colors.  

This is the best time of year to be outside.  All of the humidity is gone away.  It's nice and toasty during the day and the nights are nice and cool.   Perfect for sleeping.    It's a good time to get lots of long walks in.   Especially if those walks are in the woods.    

It's apple picking time, which means apple pie and apple crisp and apple sauce and apple cake and apples everywhere!   Boy do I love me a good apple!    I toss it around like it's a ball.  Then I chew off all the skin and give the apple back to mom so she can give me a new one.  Yum!

I love the fall!    I can't wait to pick my pumpkin that me and mom are growing!  Right now it's about the size of my head.   I need it to be much bigger so I can carve it into a Jack-O-Lantern.   I think it will get there because it's still green.  Plenty of time left to grow!  WOOHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Do you like wildlife?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/618106</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:04:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/618106</guid>
		<description>Well then, go check out my new pal Bear!   Awww...such cute puppy pics!  Her sister Moose is quite a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well then, go check out my new pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1022774">Bear</a>!   Awww...such cute puppy pics!  Her sister <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1022768">Moose</a> is quite an adorable gal too!   They have great stories to tell and they are new to Dogster.  So what are you waiting for?   Go befriend them!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So freakin lost!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617867</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 16:10:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617867</guid>
		<description>Me, mom and dad just went for a walk at Stratham Hill Park.   We climbed all the way up the hill to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me, mom and dad just went for a walk at Stratham Hill Park.   We climbed all the way up the hill to the fire tower as we normally do.   Then dad got the brilliant idea to try a new trail for the way down.

OH.

MY.

Dog!!!

We walked for.  ev.  er.    Up the hill, down the hill, around the hill (LOOK OUT FOR THE DIRT BIKER!!!), up the hill again, down the hill again, around the other side of the hill, 1/2 way back up the hill, across the field and finally across all the baseball fields and back to the car.

Never again shall I trust the humans sense of direction.   From now on, I lead the pack!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ooopsies....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617591</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 10:47:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dad went into the man room this afternoon.  That's where all of his music stuff and sports stuff is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad went into the man room this afternoon.  That's where all of his music stuff and sports stuff is kept.  He called mom into the room and pointed at the rug.   

There on the rug was a little yellow puddle.   Dad knew he didn't do it.   Mom said she didn't do it.   That only left one last whizzer in the house.

They called...."Chiiiiiipppeeeerrr...."

I came walking into the room and saw them staring at the little puddle.  I tossed my nose in the air and pretended I didn't see what they were looking at.  Then I turned right around and ran out of the room!   "Wasn't me suckers!!!"

But they know it was me.   They just can't figure out when I did it.    It wasn't today, mom knows for sure since we spent all day in bed and only got up for potty breaks, all of which were outside.   Hmmmm....it's a mystery, heehee!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Danny</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617560</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 09:29:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617560</guid>
		<description>Tropical Storm Danny has arrived here in good old New Hampshire.   There's lots and lots of wind and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tropical Storm Danny has arrived here in good old New Hampshire.   There's lots and lots of wind and a TON of rain!!!  Sideways rain.   The kind that sweeps across the air and slaps you in the face.   No fun.

Mom offered to take me for a walk.   No thanks.   I think I will just hold it until tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Foul Ball!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617437</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 17:25:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

The issue is not that I can't catch the cookies that are tossed to me.

The issue is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

The issue is not that I can't catch the cookies that are tossed to me.

The issue is that YOU cannot throw the cookies that are tossed to me.

Please aim for at least <i>near</i> my mouth.

Especially now that I have learned to keep my eyes open.

Thank you, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Case of Good Dog, Bad Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617246</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 16:55:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/617246</guid>
		<description>Tonight, mom and dad had one of those oh-so-delicious rotisserie chickens from the grocery store.    ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight, mom and dad had one of those oh-so-delicious rotisserie chickens from the grocery store.   Ohmydog!  They are the best!   And the best part is that mom usually takes a big chunk for training treats for me! 

Mom and dad were eating in the living room.  Dad ate the legs and wings of the chicken.   He was all done and he put his plate 'o bones on the ottoman.   Mmmmm!!!  I ran right over and tried to steal one!  

Just as I was about to reach the ottoman, mom yelled "LEAVE IT!!!!"

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked right at mom.

"Good boy!!!!  OK!!!  Bud, come get some chicken!" Mom said.

We ran into the kitchen and mom gave me a big chunk of chicken!

We went back into the living room and I ran right up to dad and Woofed right in his face!   "GIMME POTATO CHIPS!!!"  I yelled at him! 

Bad dog!   Mom was not too pleased with me.   I got put in my crate for a time out.

I'm free now (after FOREVER) and now it's time for chicken training!!!   WOOHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Windmill</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/616518</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 17:43:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/616518</guid>
		<description>Sometimes my bum gets itchy.

So I sit on the rug.    The nice off white/beige patchwork rug.

A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes my bum gets itchy.

So I sit on the rug.    The nice off white/beige patchwork rug.

And I hoist my two back legs up to my ears and I use my two front legs to pull my tushy across the rug.

AAAAAHHHH!!!!  Much better!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weekend Update</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/616255</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 18:04:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/616255</guid>
		<description>Well pups, it was a good one.    My weekend started Friday with mom taking the day off.   We had a l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, it was a good one.    My weekend started Friday with mom taking the day off.   We had a lovely morning.  Until mom abandoned me at the GROOMER!!!  AHHH!!!   I was upset at first, but with lots of cookies and some patience from Kelly (my groomer), I have a spiffy new haircut!!!    

Mom finally picked me up from the groomer and we came back home.  It was blazing hot with 110% humidity.  UGH!   Hits you like a ton of bricks when you walk out the door.  Nasty.   Thank DOG for air conditioning!  We came home and mom cleaned the house and packed our bags for camp.    We packed up the car and went to pick up dad at work.  That's when Nana called and said "DON'T GO TO CAMP!!!!  TORNADOES ARE COMING!"    

So we didn't.   We picked up a bag of Chinese, readied the basement and hunkered down to watch the storms and "Friday Night Smackdown".   There was a lot of wind, a boatload of lightening and some serious thunder.  But no tornadoes.    The storms ended just as the main event (3 on 3 tag team!) was about to start.   That's when the parents turned off the TV and we all jumped in the car and booked it up to camp!

Saturday was uneventful.  Dad played horseshoes all day and mom worked from the camper all day.   Thank dog for technology so she didn't have to physically go to the office!!!   I did my best to stay indoors and out of the 150% humidity and 100 degree weather.  Ick.

Saturday night, there were BIG boomers!!!   But not thunderstorms.  They were fireworks!!!  Lots of 'em!   The campground sponsors a firework-off for some firework club and they all try to out do each other.  LOTS of big BOOMS!!!!  I was brave, but I did hide next to the couch.  I only woofed a couple of times.   Mom, dad and uncle Mike watched the 'splosions from our screenroom.    It was quite nice to have my peeps close.

Today, we packed up early and went to go visit Papa.  He still has a cast on his foot and it hurts him still.    I went to go give him kisses and let him pat me and give me cookies and pizza crust.  You know, to make <i>him</i> feel better.   

After I was sure Papa would be OK, we came home and I have been sleeping since we walked through the door.   I was a busy pup this weekend and I am ready for some beauty rest.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>T-storms</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/615762</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 15:28:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/615762</guid>
		<description>I went to the groomer today.   He stole all of my fur.    I'm mostly naked right now.  Not as bad as ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the groomer today.   He stole all of my fur.    I'm mostly naked right now.  Not as bad as last summer.  He didn't shave me.  But my mane is gone, my pants are gone and my ear fur is gone!!! UGH!    

Now, without all of my fur, I am much lighter.   I am afraid that I may blow away in the TORNADOES that are coming my way!!!!   OMG!   It's all over the news.   Tornadoes may be coming.    There's severe thunderstorms with hail, torrential rain, lots and lots of lightening and yes, maybe some tornadoes heading our way.

So we are not going to camp tonight.   We are home where we have a basement, just in case we need it.   If the storms pass by quickly, we might go up to camp late tonight.   But we need to get through the storms first.   The skies are just starting to get dark.   I hope they blow by quickly.

Alright, I have to get going.  I need to find something to weigh me down so I don't fly away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Watergate II</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/615059</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 17:28:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/615059</guid>
		<description>I have two water bowls.  One is in my crate and it is very little.   I have a great big bowl in the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have two water bowls.  One is in my crate and it is very little.   I have a great big bowl in the kitchen on the floor.   They are never, ever empty.  My only complaint is that they get very warm in the summer.  Sometimes a dog just needs a nice glass of ice water.

Sooo....I moseyed right on over to mom's big glass of water (with ice cubes!!!) and helped myself tonight.   

Hey, if you keep it on the floor lady, it's fair game.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Melting</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/614487</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 17:44:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/614487</guid>
		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   

I.  Am.  So.  Freaking.  Hot!!!!   

It's a bazillion degrees in here!   I'm  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   

I.  Am.  So.  Freaking.  Hot!!!!   

It's a bazillion degrees in here!   I'm a big ol' Chow pancake trying to keep cool on the tiled floor in the bathroom.

What is wrong with the ACs????   

Please, please, please TURN THEM ON!!! 

Wait.  What's that mom?   What did you say?   The AC is on in the bedroom?!?

Then why the heck are we in the living room?!? 

UGH!  Humans!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gramps</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 17:32:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow I am going to see my Gramps.  He had surgery two weeks ago on his ankle and he has been out ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow I am going to see my Gramps.  He had surgery two weeks ago on his ankle and he has been out of commission ever since.  In the summer, I get to see him every weekend because he camps right across from me.   He is my BFF and he gives me lots of scratches and cookies. 

When he went in to the hospital, he tried to convince mom to bring me in for visits.  But mom would not let me visit him.   Something about me not being "certified" to go to human hospitals.   

Finally Gramps is at home.  His leg is all casted up and he needs some healing help.  So, I must do my job and step up to the plate.   I am going to visit to give Gramps lots of healing kisses and I will allow him to pat me and give me cookies.   You know.....to help <i>him</i> feel better.

Boy do I hope that Rocky is there.  It's been a long time since I chased a kitty!   And he is a fun one to chase because he's not scared of me.  In all honesty, sometimes HE chases ME!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chompers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/614028</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 17:13:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I forgot to tell you all.....when I was all knocked the heck out today, the vet checked my teeth.    ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to tell you all.....when I was all knocked the heck out today, the vet checked my teeth.   She has never checked them because she knows better than to get too close to my chompers, BOL!   When she slipped me the mickey today, she figured that now was her chance to poke around in there.   

As it turns out, I have "mild plaque" on my teeth.  I also have two "noncomplicated" fractures.  One in my canine and one in my very back molar.  The huge one.   The doctor suggested that we get a dental done soon.

Mom asked for clarification on "soon" as her wallet needs some time to recover.  The doctor said that it should be done within the next year or so.  So mom thinks that we may coordinate that with my one year x-ray check up next summer.   Unless I have trouble chewing....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And the prognosis is.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/614009</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 16:22:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am A.O.K!   I spent the day at the vet today getting all checked out.  Mom dropped me off bright a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am A.O.K!   I spent the day at the vet today getting all checked out.  Mom dropped me off bright and early at 8:00 AM, where I quickly informed them to call the SPCA because I was being starved.  They laughed at me and told me to tell mom goodbye.  Mom signed a few papers and left me all alone.

Mom showed up at 5:00 PM to pick me up.   My doctor brought out my pictures that I worked so hard for and this is what she told mom...."Well, his hips aren't the best I've seen, but they aren't bad."

As it turns out, I have some arthritis forming in my hips, but it's not that bad.   I also have some funny shaping to my hip bones, but it's nothing to worry about just yet.  Only if the arthritis gets worse.   I have to have follow-up X-rays in a year.

The very interesting part is that the X-rays revealed a malformation in my spine.   The doctors had some fancy names for it, but we forget it.  The doctors say that it is congenital and happens in some dogs.   It's nothing to be over concerned about, but it could be why I was limping and it could cause me some occasional pain if it is pressing on my nerves.    There is nothing they can or will do about it, except for monitoring it and being aware of it.   Now that mom knows what to look for, she will keep an eye on me and my hips/back.    Also, I have to take some anti-inflammatories and joint supplements.

All in all, it was a good diagnosis.  Mom's glad that there weren't any lumps or tumors revealed.  She was thinking the worst all day.  

When we left, all of the doctors were gathered around my pictures looking at my spine.  My doctor is going to check in with me in a few days and mom's going to ask what that thing in my spine is called.   

Mom is very happy with my prognosis!

I am still a little loopy from the meds and I am super tired.    I went for a little walk with dad (the x-rays revealed a great big poop in my belly!) and I didn't want to walk up the stairs back into the house.  Mom carried me.   I just ate dinner and now I am ready for bed.

What a day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Austin to Boston!?!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/613774</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 18:51:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy cow!  Have you pups checked out the dog of the day today?   Murphy is WALKING his human and Gre ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy cow!  Have you pups checked out the dog of the day today?   <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/690480">Murphy</a> is WALKING his human and Great Pyr brother all the way from Austin, Texas to Boston, Massachusetts!!!  All to raise money and awareness for canine cancer!    That is so cool!   The walk of a life time!   

Everyone go offer him some support and encouragement! 

Three cheers for Murphy, Hudson and their humans!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>STAHVIN'!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/613744</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 17:11:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh.  My.  Dog.   I am STARVING!!!   Mom has cut off all of my food supply for the big day tomorrow.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh.  My.  Dog.   I am STARVING!!!   Mom has cut off all of my food supply for the big day tomorrow.  The vet said that I cannot eat tonight after 10:00 PM.   

Granted, I *may* have enjoyed a nice kibble dinner an hour ago.  But I am WELL aware that my good night cookie may be in jeopardy.   AAAHH!! I'm starving!!!   I know I am!   Or at least, I will be soon!

And get this...mom says I cannot have any breakfast tomorrow morning, either!   UGH!  

All this for some quick little pictures of my hips!  Hmph!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tubby</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/613483</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 18:23:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tubby.  That is mom's nickname for me.   Especially when she is giving me hugs.  She says &quot;I love yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tubby.  That is mom's nickname for me.   Especially when she is giving me hugs.  She says "I love you Tubby!" and she squeezes my belly fat.

Now, this is not all that offensive.  You see, we are both a bit tubby and that's OK.  We are doing just fine and we try to eat healthy.   

However, I was HIGHLY offended when my doctor called me Tubby last time I was there.   She had the nerve to not only call me "tubby" and "a little chubby" but also said that I have to lose 3-4 MORE pounds! 

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!  

This woman has been starving me for three years!    I went to the vet a few months after mom and dad adopted me and I weighed 44.4 lbs.  The doctor said "He needs to lose weight.   There is no breed standard for him, but I would like to be able to feel his ribs without pushing.  He should lose 6 lbs."

B**ch.   6 lbs is 13.5% of my body weight!!!   

But, I did it.   I got all the way down to 38 lbs.  That's where I am now.   38.2 lbs.

Last time I was at the doctor for my hip issues, she was telling mom things that would help me.   She said "X-rays will tell us what's going on, but we should start him on joint supplements.   And he needs to lose 3-4 lbs."

WHAT?!?   3-4 more pounds?!?

UGH!!!!

So now I am back on a diet.   I loooove to eat so mom changed my food to a lower calorie food and she cut back a bit on the cookies.  I also can't help but notice that the old scoop in the kibble seems to have become much smaller.   Hmph.

So I am on my way to a petite little weight of 34.2 - 35.2 lbs.    I have a date with the scale on Friday when I go in for my x-rays.  I'll let you all know how it turns out.

Then we shall see who's calling who "Tubby".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Vote for Diesel!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/613010</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:33:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi all.  My new pal Diesel is in a contest for the cutest dog.  Let me tell you, he sure should win. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi all.  My new pal Diesel is in a contest for the cutest dog.  Let me tell you, he sure should win.  Wait until you see his smile!   

Sooo....GO <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.cutestdogcompetition.com/vote.cfm?h=9863599CC05EBA6D0DEEB4108D96CA9D">Vote!</a>

Please!   He deserves it with that big old smile!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The big day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/612904</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 16:55:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Friday is the big day.   I'm going to the vet to have my pictures taken.   They are not the kind of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Friday is the big day.   I'm going to the vet to have my pictures taken.   They are not the kind of pictures that mom takes.  These are special pictures.   They will show the vet my hips.    The vet is looking for why I was limping and why I walk a little funny sometimes.   She thinks I could have arthritis or maybe some hip dysplasia.   

Here is the part that makes me a little weary.  The vet is going to give me some magic medicines to make me a little loopy.   I have to spend all day at the vet.   Rumor has it that they have crates there, which I love, so I should be OK.

I will also get to see my favorite nurses, Brandi and Jessica.  I love them and I love to give them kisses.  They give me lots of cookies.   

Mom has already started to prepare me.   She said that I cannot eat after 10:00 PM Thursday night.  O. M. G!!!  What is a dog to do?!?   Hopefully the nurses will remember that I was starved the night before and they will give me even more cookies.  I don't care if they are pity cookies.  I'll take 'em!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Poopdate</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/612194</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Aug 2009 20:32:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just wanted to let everyone know that I finally pooped today after a 48 hour poop strike.  No one is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just wanted to let everyone know that I finally pooped today after a 48 hour poop strike.  No one is sure why I was on strike, but I was.

Mom finally managed to get me going today by sharing her Dunkin' Donut with me this morning.  Precisely 1.5 hours after that honey-dipped goodness, it was time.  Finally after 48 hours, a poop success.

Thank Dog!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Leashes, collars and whatnot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/612184</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Aug 2009 19:46:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom went to the pet store today.   We went to pick up some Merrick's canned food for me.  It' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom went to the pet store today.   We went to pick up some Merrick's canned food for me.  It's mom's last attempt at getting me to eat the joint supplements that the vet prescribed.   I don't like those horse pills.  Blech. 

While we were in the pet store, mom moseyed on over to the collar aisle.  It's been about 6 months since my last leash/collar purchase and mom saw me pee on my leash last time I lifted my leg.  Yuck.

Soo....mom was checking out 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.lupinepet.com/dog/med_dog.php">Lupine</a> collars since they have the most stylish patterns AND they have a padded handle for mom's delicate little fingers.

Right now I have the "Dapper Dog" pattern.  It's nice.  Bright blue argyle, accented with bright yellow bones.   What more could a distinguished dog want?

Well, today I was sniff, sniff, sniffing the pet store and I happened to stop monitoring mom's shopping.   When I looked up, the crazy woman had the "SUZIE Q" pattern in her hand!!!  For those unfamiliar with the pattern, it is a sage green leash with SUNFLOWERS on it.   Flowers!! Blech!!!  Flowers on ME?!?  NO WAY!!   Put it back woman!!! That is for GIRL dogs!

So then mom picked up the "PEACE PUP" pattern.  I checked it over and sniffed it a little.   It's OK, but it's a bit too whimsical for my taste.  Back on the rack it went.

Finally, mom handed me the "TRAIL MIX" pattern.  Now we are talking!  It's a beautiful MANLY pattern of alternating forest green and brown square with depictions of hikers, canoers, pine trees and campfires.   Nice and MANLY!!!  FINALLY!!!

In the basket it went!    

Now I have a new collar, a new harness and and a new leash.   Oh, and mom also bought new tag silencers and a cool new TagCLIP for all my jingle jangley tags.  

I'm going to look quite spiffy when the whole get up is assembled.   But first, mom says that I have to get groomed before I wear my new digs.  Wonder when that's going to happen....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>AI: Alien Intruder</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/611658</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Aug 2009 17:30:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning I was taking mom for our morning walk.  I was watering the flowers in my yard when I sp ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning I was taking mom for our morning walk.  I was watering the flowers in my yard when I spied an intruder!!!   There it was just lying in my grass!   I ran down my checklist:

Squirrel?  No.
Mouse?  No.
KITTY?!?  No.
Bird?  No.
Chipmunk?  No.
Bunny?  No.
Alien?  YES!

Hark!!   Who goes there?!?

I ran over and started the circling.   He just sat there like a lump.  

I pawed the ground next to him.  Movement!!! 

I jumped up (all 4 paws off the ground) in excitement.  IT's ALIVE!!!! 

Ooooohhhh....I was sooo excited!  

I pawed some more and all of a sudden a LEG appeard out of the lump!  The leg reached the ground and pushed the lump around!

Grrrrr!!!  What are you?!?  Tell me, alien!  What planet are you from?!?

I pawed the ground some more and all of a sudden, I saw a HEAD poke out from the lump!!!  OH!  OH MY DOG!!  I jumped back 10 feet, for one is not supposed to make eye contact with aliens (so I hear).

The head went away, so I cautiously approaced the lump.  I walked right up to him and I smacked him on his alien behind.  WOOF!!!  What are you?!?!

No more appendages appeared and I was ready for my walk, so I started to walk away.

I turned around to make sure the alien wasn't following me and there he was...RUNNING ACROSS MY LAWN!!!  

WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!!  GRRRRRRR!!!   I ran right over, almost knocking mom to her knees.   I pounced on the alien and bit him right in his back!   OWWWIE!!!  Turns out that the alien is in a suit of armor!  I dropped him and jumped back.  I didn't know what to do.  This was all new and so exciting!  

I circled and pawed, barked and growled at the alien.   He wasn't giving in to my demands to identify himself.  I woofed even louder and that's when it happened....

Mom ended my party with the alien.   She said "Chippy, it's just a turtle.  He must live in the pond across the street.  Leave him alone.   You cannot bark and make a stink at 7:00 AM.  The neighbors already don't like us.  Let's just go back in."   And she pulled me into the house, leaving the "turtle" all by itself, unmonitored in my yard.

I did a recon of the area when I went for my walk with dad, but I didn't see the "turtle".  Hopefully he went back to his planet.   I mean "pond".]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Check out Willy Moo!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/611109</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Aug 2009 18:00:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!!!  My pal  Willy Moo  is Famous!!!

If you are not his friend, you should be!!!  He's famous! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!!!  My pal  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/701339">Willy Moo</a>  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.bluebufftradingcards.com/selects/dog-aug09.aspx">Famous!!!</a>

If you are not his friend, you should be!!!  He's famous!!! 

Congrats Willy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A fun little Survey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/610861</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Aug 2009 17:27:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I found this in my friend Dylan's diary and he said he would like us to answer these questions in ou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I found this in my friend Dylan's diary and he said he would like us to answer these questions in our diaries.   I'm gonna do it - and anyone who wants should copy and paste it in YOUR Diary as well- then fill in your answers instead of ours.!! We would love to read this stuff in our pal's Diaries - so FETCH IT and DO IT!!

<b>How old was your typist when they got their first dog? </b>
Well....she had a doggie when she was just a little baby.  But he went away before she could remember.  She only remembers him because of pictures of him.  His name was Buffy.   She didn't have another dog until she adopted me at the age of 28.

<b>Has your typist ever been bitten by another dog?
If so, how many times? </b>Yes.   My dad's brothers Chi bit mom on the finger and caused her to bleed.   It wasn't his fault.  He was very scared and mom was trying to help him, but he panicked.  It can happen to anypup.

<b>Spaghetti - with or without meatballs?</b>
WTF kind of question is this?!?  EXTRA meatball please!! In fact, you can hold the spaghetti and give me just the meatballs.  No sauce please.

<b>What is your typist’s favorite song right now? </b>
Hmmm....mom is a bit of a fair weather music girl.  Right now she cannot get enough of the Beastie Boys "License to Ill".  Paul Revere is her favorite song on that album.   However, she also heard the Who's "You Bet" and almost blew out her speakers with the volume all the way up.

<b>How many dog parks do you have in your area? </b>
Don't know.   I'm not exactly a dog park kinda guy.   

<b>What was the last movie that your typist went to see? </b>
Oh jeeze...here's where it gets embarassing.  Mom hasn't been to the movies in years.  She prefers to watch movies at home with me and her homemade popcorn.  The last movie we all watched together was some scary movie dad picked out.  Me and mom slept through it, BOL!

<b>Is animal shampoo tested on humans?</b>
I'm pretty sure mine is.   Mine says "OATMEAL" on the front and I see the humans putting "OATMEAL" in their mouths all the time.  It must be some kind of testing because why would the humans put shampoo in their mouths?  GROSS!

<b>How often do you get your teeth brushed? </b>
Once.  Ever.   And I ate the toothbrush.  Mom figured that maybe bully sticks and chews were a better way to go.

<b>Collar or harness? </b>
Both.  Harness for my leash that let's me lead mom around and collar for my tags. 

<b>Do fish get thirsty ? </b>
Well, at the campground this weekend, papa caught a fish and said "Quick, we have to get him back in the drink!  He's not doing too well!"  So...seeing as they can't live too long being out of "the drink", I would assume that they are VERY thirsty little buggers.

<b>Where is the last place your typist went to for vacation? </b>  Our campground with a day trip to the White Mountians and the Kancamagus Highway.

<b>PetSmart, Petco or _____?</b> 
There are no PetSmarts around my house.  We go to State Line Pet Supply.  They don't sell any live animals, just supplies which mom really likes.   Plus they have all the fancy kibbles for not a whole lot of money.

<b>Besides Dogster, what’s another one of your typist’s favorite web sites? </b> UGH!  That woman spends so much time on Facebook!  Why would anyone want to spend that much time with humans?!? 

<b>Have you ever caught a squirrel? </b>
NO!  But I really try!  And I try for bunnies, toads, frogs, mice, kitties and anything else that frollicks in my yard!

<b>Are you more of a sniffer or a licker? </b> 
Both.   I sniff anything and everything.  If it's mom however, I lick, lick, lick!   It's the only way to tell where she's really been.  Especially if she has just come from the shower....then it's lick, lick, lick those legs until all the bathroom moster's water is GONE!


<b>When’s the last time you were at the vet? </b>
Ummm...two weeks ago during my limping incident.  Unfortunately, I am going back Aug 14 for hip x-rays.  Blech!

<b>How many packets of Kool-Aid would it take to fill the ocean? </b>
I KNEW fish got thirsty!!!!   I think it would take a million bajillion Brazilian quadrillion billion.   That's a whole lot of Kool-Aid!  OH YEAH!

<b>Does your typist spend more than two hours a day on Dogster? </b>
Yes.  I have a lot to say.

<b>What’s the name of the dog on the Cracker Jack box - Pete, Bingo, or Skip? </b>
See now, I would have thought Jack.....

<b>If you could meet any ‘famous’ dog past or present, who would it be?</b>
I'm going to meet Lassie.  She camps 5 campers up the road from me.  I barked at her once and Auntie Adrienne yelled at me.  She said "Chipper!   Do NOT bark at that dog!  If you EVER fall into a well, you will need her!"   She's right, so I don't bark at her anymore.   Someday we will sniff and say hello.  Right now, I'm still a little star struck.

That was fun!  I hope all my friends do this little survey!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drool.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/610024</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 15:47:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just turned around from guarding my camper and looked at mom.   I have big drools hanging from my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just turned around from guarding my camper and looked at mom.   I have big drools hanging from my mouth.

Why, oh why, am I drooling?

Well, that would be because dad could not finish his steak tips for dinner.   Mom had 1.5 steak tips.  Dad had 3.5, but could not finish the 0.5.   

So mom chopped it up, mixed it with some rice and broccoli and gave it to MEEEE!!!  

MMMMMMMM!!!!!  Yummy!!! 

I love leftover human food for dinner!   It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, I LOVE it!!!  

I ate every last piece of rice, broccoli and steak and then I licked the plate clean!   Deeelish!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ewwwww!!! Gross!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/609791</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 18:57:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am all for working dogs.  I think it's great to have a job.  Really.  I think it's great.  

I a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am all for working dogs.  I think it's great to have a job.  Really.  I think it's great.  

I am also all for poop.  I admit that I stop to give other pup's poop a quick sniff and the cat box at nana's house is very intriguing to me.   

But I think I would draw the line here:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://www.seacoastonline.com/articles/20090729-NEWS-90729030">Sable helps Maine</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.sablethesniffer.com/">Sable the Sniffer</a>

Read the training on her webpage!   Ewwwwww!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mountains and Waterfalls!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/609763</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:40:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today me, mom and dad took off for the day.  We went up to the White Mountains to a place called the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today me, mom and dad took off for the day.  We went up to the White Mountains to a place called 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/Kancamagus_Highway">Kancamagus Highway</a>.  While this does not sound very "outdoorsy", let me tell you....I was ONE with nature today!  The "highway" is a road that runs along the Swift River in New Hampshire.   It is beautiful!

I have never sniffed so much in my life!

We started by finding a covered bridge.  We walked under it to the river and I took a nice long drink of mountian water!  Mmmmm!!  Delish!

Then we went to the Rocky Gorge and saw a waterfall.  We climbed to the top and we sat on the rocks for a little while.  I got thirsty again, so I tried to take a drink.  But the rocks were high and the water was low and....

I FREAKIN' FELL IN!!!   

That's right...fell in!   Luckily I was on a leash attached to my harness, so mom was able to save my life.   Honestly, I almost died.  I was all the way up to my knees in water!  I didn't know what to do!   Luckily mom pulled me out and saved me.  Jeesh!  The dangers of nature are unreal!  

After my near death experience, we figured we would take a break from the rocks and we tried to find a bigger waterfall.   We went on the hunt for Sabbaday Falls.   We found a sign for it and we began our hike.  It was 1/2 mile in, but up a nice steep mountain.   Once we found it, we climbed to the very top and took lots of pictures!  It was awesome!!!   

So I pooped on it.   

OK, maybe not on it.  Maybe a little to the side.  But still, I pooped on a waterfall!  How awesome is that?!?  (Don't worry...dad picked it up and brought it with us so we didn't ruin the trail for other doggies.)

Then we motored up the highway to a grassy knoll overlooking the White Mountians and we had a picnic lunch.

After lunch, dad wanted to go swimming in the river.  So we found a spot that didn't have any of those pesky kids and families and we threw dad in the river.   That was all well and good until mom (gasp!)...

THREW ME IN THE FREAKIN' RIVER!!!

Oh the horror!!!

She threw me in up to my belly!   And then she splashed my chest and neck and bum with river water!!! What the woof lady?!?   I don't care if it's 90 degrees out and humid as all heck!   I'm fine panting into this paper bag and slightly hyperventilating!

UGH!

Just as I was beginning to dry off, mom came over and scooped me up and....

THREW ME IN THE FREAKIN' RIVER AGAIN!!!!

UGH!!!

That woman made me crazy!!!  Finally, she left me alone and I packed up my bags and informed everyone that it was time to hit the road!  Back home we go!!! 

When we got home, mom fixed me up with some pain killers and anti-inflammatories to make sure those hips of mine recover OK.   I had a little swagger in my walk towards the end and mom is concerned that my hips might hurt a bit.  I still need to go have my pictures taken to see what's going on there.  In the meantime, I get meds if I get a swagger going on.

I am bushed and ready for bed.  I think I'm going to sleep until Friday.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Moo Tube</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/609490</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:52:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>***WARNING:  The following diary entry is not for the faint of heart.  It involves me, Chipper The D ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ***WARNING:  The following diary entry is not for the faint of heart.  It involves me, Chipper The Dog, eating nasty parts of animals.***

Maxwell asked me what 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.bestbullysticks.com/home/bbs/page_29_11/beef_trachea_6_inch.html">moo tube</a> is.   I have a feeling that his mom would not like the answer, BOL! 

Let me tell you....it is the most delicious treat ever!!!   It is crunchy like a pig ear, beefy like a bully stick, but good for you since it has glucosamine and chondroitin to help with joints and bad hips!    

Moo tubes are the trachea of cows.  All dried out and usually smoked.  Yummy!   They typically come in 6" or 12" sizes.  I get the 6" size.

I am a fairly intense chewer.  Bully sticks have nothing on me!   I zip through a six incher in about 10-20 minutes, depending on girth, BOL!   6 inch moo tubes keep me busy for about 10 minutes crunching and tearing.   I will admit that they last longer than pig ears, which for me are gone in no time.  Pig ears are three crunchers.

All in all, moo tubes rank #2 for me, right behind my all time favorite: bully sticks.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tough choices</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/609472</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:06:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So today I was outside pestering mom and dad during dinner.  After my third &quot;go lay down&quot; warning, m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So today I was outside pestering mom and dad during dinner.  After my third "go lay down" warning, mom finally smartened up and brought me out a moo tube.    WOOHOO!!!!   

I took that sucker and ran out to the grass.  I plopped down and tore right into that delicious chew.   Until a skeeter landed on my head.  

Snap!  Tried to get him.   But I missed.

Back to chewing.  Another skeeter landed on my head!

SNAP!   Missed.

Back to chewing.   A freaking fly buzzed my nose!  

ARRRUMMM!!!! Got him!

Back to chewing.  But wait....maybe I wanna catch flies!  No chew!  No flies!  AAAAHHH!!!  

I didn't know what to do!   So I ripped off part of the moo tube and left it hanging out of my mouth as a lure for the skeeters.   It didn't work.  They didn't come.  So I went back to chewing and polished off the moo tube.  

Then I was super thirsty so I went inside for a drink and gave up on the flies, BOL!   

It's tough being a dog.  So many tough decisions!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Awesome day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/609113</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 15:31:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today we had a lazy vacation day.   Me, mom and dad did not do anything at all.   We lounged around  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today we had a lazy vacation day.   Me, mom and dad did not do anything at all.   We lounged around all day and it was great.   Then mom logged on to the computer to find out that I am a diary pick of the day!!! WOOHOOO!!!! 

Thanks to all my friends for the presents, pal requests and well wishes!   I love diary pick of the day!!!

Now we are off to eat ice creams on the docks and watch the sun set over the lake.   Sweet!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A mule?!?  Moi?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/608853</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Jul 2009 17:37:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was over at Nana's camper today and I was having a wonderful time.  Uncle Mike was giving me cooki ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was over at Nana's camper today and I was having a wonderful time.  Uncle Mike was giving me cookies, papa was giving me pats and scratches and in between all that, I was ant hunting! 

All of a sudden mom said, "OK, it's time to go!"

NO!  I'm not ready!  I said.

Mom said "Chipper, let's go NOW!" and she began to walk away.   

I walked with her until we go to the center of Nana's lawn.  That's when I spied neighbor-lady.   I knew she would help me out.   After all, she works for the campground.  It's her JOB to help me.   "Call the SPCA!!!  I'm being tortured!" I yelled out.  And with that, I plopped my furry black behind square in the grass.   

Mom got pulled backwards a little and she turned around to see what I was doing.   I had the brakes on hard.

Neighbor-lady was watching.  Game on!   "Help me!  Help me!!!  She's pulling me to an inhumane torture!  I have to take a nap while she showers!"   

Mom tugged my leash a little and I tipped over.

Now I was on my side in the grass with all 4 paws dug into the ground.   It was not comfy at all.   But it was a battle of wills.   I wanted to back to Papa and Uncle Mike and mom wanted to shower.  Hmph.  A battle of the subborns.

Neighbor-lady was staring now.   There I was on my side and mom was tugging.  All of a sudden, I heard "POP!" and my paw came out of my harness!!!  Mom ran over and tucked me back in.   

In turn, I flipped over on my back with all four paws up in the air.   If you want to torture me, you'll have to pull me!!!!

I looked over to give neighbor-lady the oh-poor-me eyes so she would call the SPCA.  Instead of helping, she started to laugh and yelled to mom "Look at him!!!  He's a little mule!"

What?!?  A mule?!?  Moi?!?   Thanks lady.  Thanks a lot.

Finally, I gave in to the witch that is mom.  After all that stubbornness, I needed a good nap.  Away we went.  But not easily.  I made sure to flip over in the grass for back rubbies two more times on the way home, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One more reason mom should try Atkins.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/608628</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 18:39:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OMD!  Tonight I was laying under the dinner table on Nana's deck while the humans ate dinner.   Mom  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OMD!  Tonight I was laying under the dinner table on Nana's deck while the humans ate dinner.   Mom got so excited about cutting her roll for her sausage, pepper and onion sub that the knife went flying out of her hand and fell and hit me right in the side!!!!  

Don't worry, it didn't stick into my side, but it did land pointy-side down on my side and then it bounced off my manly six-pack abs (do dogs have them?!?) and onto the floor!    I jumped right up and tried to sniff the knife to see what it was, but mom was already hooting and hollering and she grabbed the knife away.  

Next thing I know, I am all flipped over on my side and mom is ruffling through my fur looking for signs of trauma.

There were none.  I was fine.

So I went back to sleep under the table and a little while later, Nana dropped a bag of rolls onto my head!!! 

Again I was just fine, but I did give Nana a dirty look for bonking my noggin and not even letting me have a nibble of the delicious bread.

Me thinks that the ladies of my family should lay off the carbs and let me handle them.   Apparently the women of my family should not be trusted with bread.  It gives them the crazies.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A bit of a tough day.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/608249</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 08:37:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night it started raining.  OK, not raining, POURING!  A true New England Nor'easter.  It is sup ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night it started raining.  OK, not raining, POURING!  A true New England Nor'easter.  It is super windy, pouring and all around nasty out.

So this morning, me, mom and dad go through our every-other Friday routine.  Me and mom suit up and drive dad to work so we can pick him up at 5:00 and go straight to camp.  Only today, we kept going after we dropped dad off.  Straight to the groomer!!! NOOOO!!!!  

I did NOT want to go.  My usual groomer was not there.   The other girl with the dreadlocks said she was gonna groom me.  I don't think so!   

She tried to take me out back and I put on the breaks so hard that  I popped out of my harness!   The groomer and mom thought it would be better if mom left.  Maybe then I would go out back.   So mom left.

Mom got home and as she was pulling into the driveway, the cell phone rang saying that mom had a message.  Somehow mom missed the actual call.    

It was the groomer.  She was calling to tell mom that I was NOT being nice.   She says that I *allegedly* tried to bite her.  She told mom that my regular groomer was coming in at 10:00 and that he would groom me, no problem.

Mom said "No way!"  She hopped in the car and went right back to get me.   She told the groomer that she appreciated them trying to work with me, but obviously I was NOT in the mood to be groomed.  The groomer said that I didn't bite her, but that I was flashing my teeth a lot and growling quite a bit.  Clearly, I was not in the mood for a day at the spa.

The groomer really wanted to make it work with me, and mom agreed.  But not today.  Mom rescheduled for Tuesday.

Mom thinks that maybe my hips are hurting and that I may have hurt them when I put the brakes on and the groomer pulled me.   Also, the weather is really crappy, so that may be affecting me.   And, I have been poked and prodded an awful lot in the last week.  Clearly I am all done being poked and prodded!   In addition to all of that, I just finished two medications and I ran out of my normal meds and skipped a dose yesterday.   Not very good timing for a grooming.

Mom took me home and I passed out cold.  What a tough morning!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Paw it forward</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/607897</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:11:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been tagged by my pal Biscotte who was tagged by Austin who have been tag by Oscar, Bella, Sash ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been tagged by my pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/563772">Biscotte</a> who was tagged by Austin who have been tag by Oscar, Bella, Sasha and Tucker, who was tagged by Bella, who was tagged by Lola, who was tagged by Sadie, who was tagged by Crystal, Who was tagged by Shiloh in a neat sort of way! He is celebrating his 20th diary entry and has given tree rosettes to 10 of his pals. He is asking us to "pay it forward" and keep on giving. He is asking us to send rosettes to 10 of our pals (5 if you can't do 10) and to keep on giving!

Okey dokey here goes!  I don't know who I'm going to tag yet....stay tuned and check your inbox!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cookie Monster</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/607894</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:02:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes I don't like to go outside for pee breaks.   But for some reason, mom and dad make me.  Su ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes I don't like to go outside for pee breaks.   But for some reason, mom and dad make me.  <i>Supposedly</i> mom thinks that I need to go pee every single night before bed.  Hmph.  It's my whizzer and I'll pee when I want, woman!

Anywho, to gently encourage me down the stairs and out the door, dad carries a cookie in his hand for me.  I get it when I pee.  Hmph.   

Tonight, I was all leashed up.  The pee cookie was in dad's hand.  We were at the top of the stairs.   That's when dad decided it was time to jibber jabber with mom.  Blah, blah, blah.  That's all I heard.   

I knew dad had a cookie.  I saw it.   I jumped onto the top step.  Lookit me!  Gimme cookie!

the blahblahblahing continued...no cookie.

Hmph.  I got up and walked over to dad and sat on his toes all proud-like.  Lookit me!!! I'm sitting!  Gimme cookie!

the blahblahblahing continued...no cookie.

I got up and walked next to dad and pawed his pants.  Lookit me!!! I'm giving you my paw!  Gimme cookie!

the blahblahblahing continued...no cookie.

Hmph.  Time to come on a little stronger.  I sized up the cookie and lept for it!   That's right!  I tried to get it with my pearly whites!  GIMME COOKIE!!!  NOW!!!

Unfortunately, I missed and mom and dad laughed at me.   So my aim isn't the best.  Whatever people!  GIMME COOKIE!!!  

Mom and dad were laughing so hard that they forgot what they were blahblahblahing about.   Finally dad decided it was pee time, so down the stairs we went and finally he gave me the cookie!!!  

The things I go through for a little cookie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good as new!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/607278</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 18:51:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am happy to say that I am feeling much better!  My skin is all healed  up, I am no longer limping  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am happy to say that I am feeling much better!  My skin is all healed  up, I am no longer limping and I am in a much better mood!    All I needed was some R & R and a few pain killers/anti-inflammatories/anti-histamine/anti-biotics,  BOL!   

I am much happier now that some of the meds are all over and that they did their job.  Now on to more important things!  Like our vacation next week!   I have to pack and make my list of places to go.  I've been thinking about this all year.  Now I just have to narrow down my choices, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Unfair</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/606916</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 17:23:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I went to Nana's camper for dinner.  The humans were having steak tips.  Mmmmmm!!! 

Get thi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went to Nana's camper for dinner.  The humans were having steak tips.  Mmmmmm!!! 

Get this....mom tied me to the deck 7 feet away from the dinner table.   My leash was only 6 feet.  Hmph.  Guess I won't ask for any steak tips then.  I get the point.  Guess I'll just take a nap while you eat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Aaaahhhh!!!!  That's more like it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/606486</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 06:34:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A while back *allegedly* I had some behavior problems.  My trainer told mom that I was NOT allowed t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A while back *allegedly* I had some behavior problems.  My trainer told mom that I was NOT allowed to sleep on the bed.   Jerk.

About two years ago, mom and dad decided that my *alleged* behavior problems were getting better so they allowed me to come into the bed for TV time, but I had to leave when it was sleepy time.

Slowly but surely, TV time got longer and longer and eventually I was spending the night.  

Last winter, dad discovered that I keep his legs nice and toasty at night.   He bargained with mom that since my *alleged* behavior problems were getting much better that I should be allowed to sleep in the bed every night to keep him warm.  In exchange, mom could set the heat slightly lower than the setting of "hot as hell" that dad likes at night.

I have been sleeping in the bed every single night ever since.  BUT, due to my *alleged* behavior issues, I have been banished to the very foot of the bed and not allowed up near the pillow end.

Last night mom's cell phone of death buzzed in the middle of the night and scared the bejeezus out of me.  I hippety hopped right up to the pillow end of the bed and woke mom up.   I was clearly scared and all worked up.   I wanted NO part of being alone at the end of the bed.  "Hold me!" I said to mom, and I snuggled right in between mom and dad.  

The only problem with that is that apparently I was not so much next to dad as on top of him.

So we compromised and I moved it (actually...I WAS moved by mom who has amazingly freakish strength at 3:30AM) to mom's side of the bed.   It was here that I discovered doggy heaven.

Turns out that mom sleeps with a little fan next to the bed.   I planted my fluffy face right in front of that sucker!   Mine!  All mine!!  Since the fan made me a little chilly, I snuggled close to mom and crawled under the blankies!   To ensure that I had proper fannage, I pushed my way right up onto mom's pillow, BOL!   I spent the rest of the night right next to mom!

This is niiiiiiiiice!!!!  I could get used to this!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kitty and Quackers</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/606394</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:54:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>OK, so you know how my doctor told me to be all &quot;rest and relaxation&quot;-ish so I can rest my hips and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OK, so you know how my doctor told me to be all "rest and relaxation"-ish so I can rest my hips and my back legs until we know what's going on back there?  Keep that in mind whilst I tell this little ditty....

Me and mom went for a walk this morning.   Just a short one, just around the block.   We got to my pee spot and I was sniffin the mailbox next to the brook with the marshy grass.  The grass is up over my head, so I was peeking around, nosing through the grass and cat o'nine tails when all of a sudden I spied it......A REAL CAT TAIL!!!!    

I leaped right through the air and tried to land on the kitty!   But mom held my leash really tight and I reached the end.  That's when we both tumbled a little....I went head over heels down the sidewalk into the marsh and mom got pulled almost to her knees!!!!    I pulled her some more and fell down again!   

The kitty was long gone and stood hissing at me about 50 feet away!  Ooooohhhh....I wanted him bad!!!   But he was a scary kitty and just stood all hunched up and hissing!  Hmph.   I'll just continue on my way home! 

And I did....limping the whole way.   Funny how that leg worked just fine when I saw the kitty.....

THEN...................

Me, mom and dad drove up to the camp tonight.   Mom took me for a walk and I went to see Nana and Papa on their boat.   I was sitting on the docks when all of a sudden.....QUACKERS!!!  Everywhere!  Coming in for a landing!  All over the lake!!!  Some even had baby quackers!  Quackerlings! 

WOOF!!!!!   I ran to the edge of the dock, but was afraid of falling in, so I stopped right at the egde and woofed at 'em!    

But they swam away.

Funny how that leg worked just fine when I saw the quackers.......]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Devastating!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/606107</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 17:00:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Poor Teddy has gone to the bridge.   Things did not go so well after his surgery and he passed over  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Poor <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/966024">Teddy</a> has gone to the bridge.   Things did not go so well after his surgery and he passed over the bridge today.   

Goodbye sweet Teddy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And the results are...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/606064</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 13:45:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am home from the vet.  I got poked and prodded all over.   She started with the old butt pokin.  M ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am home from the vet.  I got poked and prodded all over.   She started with the old butt pokin.  My temp was normal.  Then she started the real pokin and proddin...

She pushed and pulled my feet, my knees, my hips, my shoulders looking for pain.  I was tough.  NO WAY would I let her know she was hurting me!  That is...until she flexed my left ankle!  OUCH!!!  I buried my head in mom's chest so hard and cried a little.   Then she pulled my leg and I winced a bit.  I tried my hardest to pull my leg back, but she wouldn't let me.  

Turns out that my knees are OK.  My front legs are OK.  But she did pull a tick off the back of my front leg.  My hips are very stiff and very tense.  My ankle definately hurts.

Since she found a tick on me and mom told her that I have had others, I had my blood drawn and tested for tick diseases.   All came back negative!!! WOOHOO!!!

So...the prognosis is OK for now.   Nothing major or earth-shattering was revealed.  I am on Metacam for a couple of days and the vet is going to call tomorrow with some estimates for a more thorough exam and x-rays (with some mind-altering drugs for me).   She can't rule out arthritis or hip dysplasia until she gets pictures.  Mom hopes to do the x-rays ASAP.

But for now, pain killers/anti-inflammatories for now and a restricted activities order.  Rest and relaxation, here I come!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Off to the vet...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/605967</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 08:48:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, my limp is a little better, but I am walking very, very slow today.  I had to poop pretty bad, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, my limp is a little better, but I am walking very, very slow today.  I had to poop pretty bad, so I finally agreed to go for a walk with mom this morning.   We made it pretty far, all the way to the pony and horse.   

Good news is that I did poop finally.  Bad news is that it was not a pretty poop and I was walking very slow.   A walk that normally takes me and mom 10 minutes or so took 25 minutes this morning.   

Soo...when we got back, mom called the doctor!!!  UGH!! WHY?!?  I'm just a little tired!  That's all!   So what if I took a couple of breaks on my walk?!?   So what if I missed a couple of steps and almost tipped over?!?  I'm fine!!!! 

The vet said that it may just be because I am on some medication right now due to my little man-part infection.   She said that some of the meds can make me very sleepy.  But the limpy thing is suspicious and she wants me to come in to get checked out.  And she wants mom to bring my poop from earlier, just to check it.   Gross!

Soooo...it's off to the doctor for me at 3:15 today for a pokin.  Mom thinks she is going to ask them to take pictures of my hips and my legs to see what (if anything) is going on back there.    We shall see what the doctor says...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>limpy.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/605848</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Jul 2009 17:50:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm limping today.  I won't tell mom why.   It all started this morning on my walk.   Me and mom wen ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm limping today.  I won't tell mom why.   It all started this morning on my walk.   Me and mom went for our usual morning walk.   Except I didn't want to go far.   We only made it to three houses down.   That's when mom spotted my limp.  She made me stand and checked out my paws.  Pads were OK and nails were OK.  No rocks stuck in between my toes at all.

Mom wanted to go a little more, but I was tired and wanted to go home.   And my back leg hurt me.  So I sat down and refused to go any more.

Mom brought me home and I ran right up the stairs into my crate.  Mom made us breakfast and I ate it all.

Tonight, dad tried to take me for my morning walk.   I didn't make it out of the yard.   I refused to go for a walk.   No thanks.  I'll just pee right here, thank you.   Dad noticed I was limping too.

It's not overly dramatic unless we go fast.  But there is definately a  limp going on.  I keep plopping down everywhere too.  No standing or sitting for me!   Nope, I just plop right down on my belly.

Mom thinks maybe I have arthritis or something.  But she is really hoping that it is just a minor muscle strain.  Of course mom being mom, she is thinking all kinds of bad stuff.   I think there is a Dr appointment in my near future.  Otherwise mom will go nuts with the thoughts and what ifs....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>POTP for Teddy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/605128</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 17:40:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hey all,   my Chow Chow friend Teddy is having a big surgery.  You can read all about it in his diar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hey all,   my Chow Chow friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/966024">Teddy</a> is having a big surgery.  You can read all about it in his diary.   He is getting new hips and he is in the hospital right now.   Teddy's story is a great one...he was a lonely Chow Chow in his golden years when he was rescued by his dad and PITA.   For those who don't know, it takes a special person to be owned by a Chow Chow, but it takes someone even more special to adopt an older Chow.   Teddy is loved tremendously by his family and it would be great if you could stop by his page and give him some love and POTP.

Thanks everypup!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Captain Chipper!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/604849</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 17:31:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today me and mom went walking on the docks at the campground.  Next thing I know, she scoops me up a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today me and mom went walking on the docks at the campground.  Next thing I know, she scoops me up and throws me into one of the boats!!!   Nana was there waiting for me and she gave me a cookie.  

I spit it out and tried to jump right out of the boat!!!!    I did not know what the heck was going on! 

Mom told me to calm down and she brought me to the other end of the boat and settled in to one of the chairs.   I chilled out a bit and next thing I know, Papa comes into the boat too!   Whew!  Now I know I'm safe.  Papa would never let me get hurt!

Papa patted my head and gave me a peanut butter cracker.   All of a sudden I heard a very loud noise and Papa yelled "Shove off!" and we were afloat!

We puttered all around the lake, from shore to shore.   I laid right by mom's feet or right by Papa's feet, where ever the shade was.   

Papa gave me more crackers and mom gave me some lake water!  Mmmmm!!! Delicious! 

Once we were in the middle of the lake, Papa turned the engine off and Nana went "fishing".   But I didn't see any fish...hmmm...maybe next time.   

Eventually I got brave and wandered around the boat.   Mom said I have "sea legs".  I guess my back legs were spread really far apart and I was taking very big steps sideways.  Hey, the boat was rocking and rolling and I didn't want to fall down!   

We puttered around a bit more because Nana thought she saw the Loon that has a baby.   We tracked the bird, but didn't see the baby.  Hope it's OK!

We went back to the docks and I did not want to get out of the boat!   I was having fun and I didn't want to get out!   Mom had to pick me up and put me back on land.

What a fun day!   Papa says I am a good boat dog and that we should go boating again soon!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Violated!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/604126</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Jul 2009 18:05:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ugh.  Somehow I ended up at the vet today and I was violated in the WORST way!

It all started las ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ugh.  Somehow I ended up at the vet today and I was violated in the WORST way!

It all started last night.  It was raining.  Again.  I went to Nana and Papa's camper for dinner.   At one point, Papa said, "Check his belly for ticks.  He is itching a lot."  Mom checked.  No ticks.   Mom told Papa he was just being over sensitive since we had just lost Billy to a tick bite.

Then mom started to think.   I was itching a lot.   My belly, my sides, my ears, my face.  Hmmm.....

We went for a walk and on the way back, I flopped over in the grass to rub my back all into the grass.    That's when mom saw it.   Red dots all over my man area.   And some "stuff" coming out of my man parts.

She was on the horn with the vet before I could say a thing!

Off we went to the doctor.   It was a fiasco in the vet's office as they were super busy.  But since my vet is so "wonderful" (according to mom), she fit us in between appointments.  

Before I knew what was happening, the bum was poked.    Temp: Normal.

Then she made mom stand me up and she got all up in my junk.   She shined a flashlight down there and said, "Yeah, he's all irritated."  TELL ME ABOUT IT LADY!!!  Now get away from my junk!

Well, she was not getting away.   She had to "get a sample" of the "stuff" and let me just tell you....that was NOT fun!   I will spare you the details, but I was NOT happy! 

Turns out that there was lots of bacteria in the "sample" and now I am on antibiotics and antihistamine since the vet thinks that this all may have started from an allergic reaction.

Ugh. NOT FUN!!!   I was supposed to be boating today!   My first boating trip!   Instead I was violated due to an infected whizzer!   UGH!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A sad reminder....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/603841</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Jul 2009 18:27:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Pups, please remind your parents to do nightly (more frequently, if possible) tick checks.   Really, ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pups, please remind your parents to do nightly (more frequently, if possible) tick checks.   Really, they should be done any time you come in from outside if you live in tick-ridden areas.   

My real life pup pal Billy passed away today due to a tick bite.   Mom doesn't have all the details yet, but all we know is that Billy was bitten by a tick recently and his kidneys failed last night.  He passed away today.   He was on all kinds of medicines, but they couldn't save him.

Billy was a beautiful bulldog boy.   He was friends with everyone in our campground and was the most easy going dog mom had ever met.  He had a giant head and he had a big old bulldog smile.   He loved pats and belly scratches.   He camped on the other side of my road, two campers down.  He was allowed to wander off leash because he was too lazy to go too far, BOL!   He went up to horseshoes with his dad and my dad every week and played with the human dads.  Once dad almost hit him with a horseshoe.  But Billy didn't mind.  He just kinda waddled away.   I will miss him and so will mom and dad.

If nothing else, please let Billy's death serve as a reminder that ticks are dangerous.    If you live in an area where they can get you, make sure you are protected and your mom and/or dad do tick checks.   

Good bye sweet Billy boy!

Oh...forgot to say...Billy was only 4 years old. :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chewlicious!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/603651</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Jul 2009 08:47:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's raining (again!) so our camping is a bit delayed.  Mom figured instead of going to the pet stor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's raining (again!) so our camping is a bit delayed.  Mom figured instead of going to the pet store, we should check out www.bestbullysticks.com

OMG!   Mom just bought 30 (yes, THIRTY!!!) moo tubes, 6 braided bully sticks and 6 sting ray tails!!!!   

They should be here when we get back from camping!!!  OMG!  I can't wait!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't worry, I'm OK!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/603610</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Jul 2009 07:06:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew, it's been a long time since I posted an update!  I wish I could say there were big happenings  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew, it's been a long time since I posted an update!  I wish I could say there were big happenings going on, but that's not the case.  We have just been busy with the day to day stuff.   Last I updated, I was being neglected by mom, who chose to work crazy hours last week.  Thankfully, she made up for the neglect with a three day weekend!!!   

Last weekend was the 4th of July.  We went up to the camp and had a grand old time!  Lots of cookouts, including  a good old fashioned clambake!   There were fireworks all weekend and I am getting better at tolerating them.   Friday night, I was a little worked up with them, so mom came in early and cuddled on the couch with me during the 'splosions.   We hung out all weekend and finally had some beautiful weather.  Mom planted me some flowers in front of our camper.  I can't wait to dig 'em up!  She keeps saying "leave it!" everytime I go near them.  It's only a matter of time lady!  I'll get 'em!

I was pooped by the time we came home Sunday night.  I slept from Sunday night, straight through to this morning.   I didn't even want to go for walks and I didn't even bark at dad for his dinner at all!   It certainly helped that mom took me to the pet store on Thursday and allowed me to pick out two big old bully sticks!!!  I chose the braided kind, 12" long.   Yummy!!!  They are already gone, BOL.

Now it's Wednesday and mom sat me down last night.   Mom said "Chippy, I'm so sorry I neglected you last week AND Monday and Tuesday this week, even though you were just sleeping all day.   To make up for it, I took the rest of this week off to spend with you!   We are going to camp, just me and you!   Dad will come at night after work, but it will be just me and you all day!"  

WOOOfreakinHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have already packed my bags and I am ready to go!  Mom is just finishing up some stuff around the house and we are heading out!   As soon as the laundry and dishes are done we are outta here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Call the ASPCA!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/601360</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:37:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm being neglected!   

For some strange reason mom seems to think that it is OK for her to work  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm being neglected!   

For some strange reason mom seems to think that it is OK for her to work LATE!   Last night she did not get home until 9:15 PM!  What the woof?!?   

She claims that I am not being neglected since "dad is home with me" and all, but dad is no mom.   It's just not the same.  Who is going to do nightly training with me?   Who is going to give me nightly rubbies?  It's just not the same with dad.

Last night when mom <i>finally</i> came home, I lost my mind!  I thought she was gone forever!  She same in the door and I woofed like crazy and jumped all around!   Boy, I missed her!!!  

After some quick cuddles, mom neglected me again and started to talk to dad.   She said she has to work late all week!!!!   Dad wasn't very happy either, but he did say "Well, maybe I will take Chip to doggy schood on Wednesday, just me and him."

Hmmm..... me and dad have only gone to doggy school alone a few times.  But each time we went, he stopped at Mc Donald's on the way there and bought us snacks!!!   This could be interesting....maybe I will allow mom to work late that one night...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So very, very BRAVE!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/600770</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 05:56:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, it's that time of year.  Time to celebrate our fine country's independance.  How do we ce ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, it's that time of year.  Time to celebrate our fine country's independance.  How do we celebrate?   Well that would be the only way Americans like to celebrate....BEER, BURGERS and 'SPLOSIONS!!!!  

Now, as a fine American pup, I am just fine with the beer and burgers.  However, the 'splosions have been a little tough on me.    You see, I will just be chillin by the campfire with mom and dad and all of a sudden, I hear "BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOMBOOMBOOOM!!!"  And mom and dad say "Ooooohhhh!!! How pretty!" as I run for cover woofing like crazy!   

One would think that this is not a huge issue, as the boomers <i> should</i> only happen once per year.  Well, that's only for peeps outside of our little campground.  You see the owner of our campground is a great guy.  He runs a fabulous business here and he is very focused on the kids being safe, the campers having fun and everyone having the best time possible.   However, the man is a pyromanic!!!!   He starts with the boomers a week before the 4th and keeps 'em going until his 3 hour (yes, THREE hour) 4th of July display.

Then, in August he has the local fireworks clubs (amazingly, they do really exist) come to the campground and they have a fire-work off!  It's a competition!  There are 4 or 5 teams and they have a contest and we all vote for the winner.  I'm not kidding, that is about 4 hours of boomers!  

Anywho, now that you know what I go through in the summer, let me tell you why I am so brave.....

As I said, I usually bark like crazy and get a little panicked.   Well, since the pyro has given mom so many opportunities to work with me on the boomers, I have become kinda used to them.    Last summer, I just sat in the camper (where the 'splosions can't get me) and looked out the door.  I didn't woof at all.

Friday night, the boomers started.   It was an inpromptu fireworks display!!!  I was outside by the fire with mom, dad, and nana.   I didn't seem phased by them at all.  So mom leashed me up and we walked down to the boat with nana and my aunt and we sat on the docks and watched the fireworks up really close!!!! 

I didn't woof at them at all!  I sat on the dock, in between mom's legs while she hugged me and gave me rubbies and told me I was a good boy!   It was awesome!!!  

Until a little boy snuck up on us and walked right by me.  I woofed at him and he jumped so high, his daddy had to catch him!!  He didn't see me in the dark and mom didn't see them coming to warn me.   He was OK, I was OK andwe all enjoyed the fireworks.  Hey, I said I was brave, not perfect, BOL! 

Now, I feel I am ready for the 4th!   Bring on the boomers!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My present to mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/600298</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Jun 2009 07:22:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is mom's  birthday!   I gave her the best present ever today.   I woke her up at 7:00 AM by sm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is mom's  birthday!   I gave her the best present ever today.   I woke her up at 7:00 AM by smothering her with my bum.  That's right...my bum.   She was sleeping (some nerve on HER birthday!) and I *may* have been a little frightened and ran up to the head of the bed.  I couldn't get close enough to mom, so I decided to just sit on her face.  It worked.  She woke up.

She said "Chippy, what's wrong?"

Me:  "Aaah!!! The cell phone of death beeped in the kitchen!  SAVE ME!!!!"

Mom:  "Chippy, it's OK.  It's just people texting me to say happy birthday"

Me:  "Are you sure?  It's beeping quite loudly and vibrating and what not.  I think it's a bomb!"

Mom:  "Yes, bud, I'm sure.  It's just my cell phone."

Me:  "Oh.  I knew that.  I just wanted to make sure you didn't panic when you heard it.   Can we cuddle now?"

Mom:  "Sure bud, just move off my pillow a little and I will cuddle with you."

Me:  "OK.  But only because it's your birthday.   I'll just scooch down here under the blankies with my head on your pillow, OK mom?"

Mom:  "Sure Chippy.  But can you scooch up a little just so I can fit on the bed too?"

Me:  "Oooohh...I'm sorry mom, there's just no room.  Can you just hang off the side of the bed a little?"

Mom:  "I'll just get up, then."

Me:  "That would be great mom!  Happy Birthday!"

Isn't that the best present ever?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The power of the Chow bark</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598577</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 12:46:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598577</guid>
		<description>I can control the lawnmower.  It's a persistant little beast, but I can control it for sure.    Here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can control the lawnmower.  It's a persistant little beast, but I can control it for sure.    Here's how it works.....

The lawnmower approaches my house.  I say "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!"  and it runs right past my window.   

Then it tries to approach from the other side (a sneak attack if you will) and I say "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!"  and it runs away.    

Then it sneaks around the house to the other side.  But it's not gonna fool me!!!  I run right over to the window and yell "WOOFWOOFWOOF!!!"    and wouldn't you know it....it runs away again!!!  

Today, I achieved the ultimate lawnmower achievement.   It approached the kitchen window.    I yelled "WOOFWOOFWOOF!" right out the window and all of a sudden, the lawnmower died!!!  That's right, D.E.A.D.!!!   I killed it!!! It stopped and never started again!!!! 

Mom (who does not appreciate, nor respect my lawnmower duty) said I do not control the lawnmower.   She claims that the lawnmower guy was all done mowing when it stopped, that I did NOT kill it.  She is such a hater.  Some day she will get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rain.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598356</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 18:03:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598356</guid>
		<description>Rain.   It's a love/hate relationship really.

HATE:  Wet fur which turns into a Chow-fro as it dr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Rain.   It's a love/hate relationship really.

HATE:  Wet fur which turns into a Chow-fro as it dries.

LOVE:  Looking all spiffy in my cute little rain coat.

HATE:  All my marked spots along my walk route get cleaned off and no longer smell like me.

LOVE:  Remarking all of my spots once the rain stops.

HATE:  No camping for me this weekend.

LOVE:  Mom gets bored staying inside during the summer soooo...she COOKS!    Get this...mom went to the store after work today.  I performed my typical RECON of the grocery bags and this is what I found....
                             Hamburger for meatloaf and meatballs
                             A tub-o-chicken livers!
                             A ginormous package of chicken GIZZARDS!!!

Rumor has it that mom went on the forums here and found out that she can just cook up the gizzards and livers and give 'em to me for treats!!!  We are going to try it tomorrow!  I'll let you know how it goes!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rain, Rain GO AWAY!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598049</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 17:19:16 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/598049</guid>
		<description>Ugh!  It's been raining forever here!   

OK, maybe not forever.  Yesterday may have been nice.  B ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ugh!  It's been raining forever here!   

OK, maybe not forever.  Yesterday may have been nice.  But still.  It's been FOR-EVER!!!

Mom looked at the weather forecast for the weekend and it says..

Friday:  Showers all day, heavy at times, lessening at night
Saturday:  Showers in the morning, cloudy with drizzle during the day, Showers at night.
Sunday:  Showers.

UGH!   How is a pup supposed to maintain beautiful puffy fur?   How am I supposed to go on walks?  Most importantly, how am I supposed to go camping?!?

Mom says we are staying home this weekend.  BOOOOO!!!!  

GO AWAY RAIN!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Smarter than mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597802</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 03:35:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597802</guid>
		<description>Me and mom do a lot of clicker training.  For those who don't use a clicker, the concept is easy.  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom do a lot of clicker training.  For those who don't use a clicker, the concept is easy.  I do a trick, the box clicks and I get a treat.  Easy, no?  

Well....there is a rule.  If mom clicks the box by mistake, I still get food.  That way I remember that click=food.

Last night we were running through some tricks.  Mom was suuuuper slow and I was all amped up.   I was sitting on the floor in front of her and he was sitting on the floor facing me.   She was fumbling with my cheese and I got irritated.

So I reached out and slammed my paw on her clicker!  

Click!!!!

WOOHOO!!!  I can do it myself!

I was very proud of myself and looked right at mom.  "You know the deal!  Gimme cheese!"

She laughed and gave me a tiny piece.

Mom looked away again and I reached my little paw over and hit mom's hand which clicked the clicker and I heard "CLICK"!!!

WOOHOO!!! Gimme cheese!!!

This is great!  Now I can do it myself!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew!  That was a close one!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597009</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 19:05:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597009</guid>
		<description>We had a bit of bad news today.  Dad's uncle passed away yesterday.  He was a good guy and he had a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had a bit of bad news today.  Dad's uncle passed away yesterday.  He was a good guy and he had a very good heart.   He was paralyzed from the waist down and he had some other issues so he couldn't get out of his bed.   He was never married and lived with just his cat, Buck.  Buck was his world and they loved each other.  They were bestest buddies.

Mom and dad got the call today that Uncle Mike had passed and after some tears, the conversation quickly turned to....yes, you guessed it...the CAT!   Mom said "No way is that cat ending up in a shelter.  Call your mom and do whatever it takes to get him a home.  We will take him if we have to."    

You see, mom knows that Uncle Mike would be devastated if Buck ever ended up in a shelter.   

Buuuuutttt...come on mom!!!  A CAT?!?  With me?!?!   A cat with CLAWS?!?!    A MALE cat with CLAWS?!?   

I know we all like the WWE, but really, we do shy away from UFC on TV.  Nevermind in our own home.

A cat who is used to being the only pet and a dog who is used to being an only pet, just plain would not mix. 

Mom knew this, but was sure we could make it work.  

Yeah right!

It turns out that the crisis was averted.   Dad's other uncle is going to take in Buck.  He has two pups and they have already met Buck.  They get along somewhat.  That is, after Buck nailed one of them in the nose with his claws, BOL!

Crisis averted.  For now.   Hopefully Buck likes his new home and my home stays kitty free!   But we would take him in if he needed a home.

Mom is so crazy!   Can you imagine me with a CAT?!?  BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mmmmmm....Ice Cream Tag!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597001</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 18:26:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/597001</guid>
		<description>I was tagged by Trixie Pupcake!


I am going to tag ten friends and tell them what kind of ice cr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by Trixie Pupcake!


I am going to tag ten friends and tell them what kind of ice cream I look like. Then you tag ten of your friends and tell them what kind of ice cream you look like! Sprinkles count, too!

Hmmm...I'm gonna have to think long and hard about what kind of ice cream I look like....

I think I look like a triple, super dark chocolate gelato.  Yeah, that's right...Gelato!  I am too soft, silky and poofy for ice cream!  I'm gelato, BOL!  It's a new flavor:

<b>"Dark as Night Triple Chocolate Gelato with a tiny bit of Black Raspberry on top"</b>

Now I am off to tag some pals!  Since I can't make links on dad's computer, I will just send out some presents to those whom I choose to tag.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Holy Maccaroni!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/596588</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 15:27:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/596588</guid>
		<description>Mom was just poking around the forums and read a thread that we could comment on photos now!!!   Mom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom was just poking around the forums and read a thread that we could comment on photos now!!!   Mom rushed right over to check it out and clicked on Ella's page and sure enough, we can comment on photos!!!!  I had no idea!

Soooo cool!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Twitching</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/596531</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 12:58:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/596531</guid>
		<description>Right now I am laying on the floor in front of mom's recliner while she watches reruns of &quot;I'm a Cel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Right now I am laying on the floor in front of mom's recliner while she watches reruns of "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!"  Mom has the laptop on her lap and just to the left of the screen, she can see my tushy, tail and hind legs.  

All of a sudden, my legs started to twitch.   Then my belly started to go up and down quite a bit.   Then my tail wagged a few times, followed by more twitching.  

Mom got nervous and started to watch me.   She muted the TV and all of a sudden, she heard the loudest SNORES coming from me coupled with a few soft woofs, BOL!   

I was exhausted from my busy weekend and I am out COLD, BOL!   And I am having a great dream about running through a field with millions of bunnies to chase, BOL!

Wake me up when it's dinner time.   Until then, I shall snore!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Great Frog Stand-off</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/595563</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:45:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/595563</guid>
		<description>I found a snack on my morning walk today.  Right there on the side of the road.   Ooooohhhh was I ex ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I found a snack on my morning walk today.  Right there on the side of the road.   Ooooohhhh was I excited!  I sniffed it really hard!!!

Mom:  "Let's go!" 

Me: "NO!  I'm sniffing!"

Mom:  "Chipper, I said Let's GO!"

I stomped my feet and pfffttted at mom.   I pawed at my prize on the ground full of pride.  "Mom!  Look!  Right here!!!  It's a dead, decaying frog!  And I'm gonna eat it!"

Mom:  "Ewwww!!! Leave it!"  

Me: "NO!!!  I'm gonna eat it!"

Mom (in her low, mean, slow voice): " Chipper.  I said LEAVE IT!"

Me (stomping and pfffftttting): "NO!  I wanna eat it!  But I have to sniff more!"

Mom (super slow voice, this time with 'the eyes', tugging on my leash a little):   "Chipper.  Step away from the frog.  LEAVE.  IT.  NOW!!!"

Me:  FINE!!  I'll leave it, woman!  But I'm walking this way with dad later for my afternoon walk and HE will let me eat it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;NO DOGS ALLOWED!&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/595311</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Jun 2009 18:10:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/595311</guid>
		<description>My new neighbors put up a new sign on the edge of their lawn.  It says...


&quot;NO DOGS ALLOWED!&quot; 
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My new neighbors put up a new sign on the edge of their lawn.  It says...


"NO DOGS ALLOWED!" 

Hmph.  I want to pee on that sign.  


Then we found out that they came up and complained to our landlord that I was walking on their lawn (on a 6 ft leash attached to mom).

Hmph.  I want to poop on that lawn.  



But mom won't let me go near that lawn OR the sign anymore.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pet Fest 2009!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594651</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 7 Jun 2009 14:20:03 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594651</guid>
		<description>Pet Fest was today!!!  We went on a long walk through the woods with all of my doggie buddies!   Mag ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Pet Fest was today!!!  We went on a long walk through the woods with all of my doggie buddies!   Maggie (a black lab), Hank (shep mix?) and Diamond (some sort of bully puppie) were all there.  We sniffed, we walked, we peed, we pooped and we ate lots of cookies!!!  There were tons of doggies there and tons of sniffing.  It was a blast!  

Mom posted a whole bunch of pictures.  Get this...mom tried to throw me into a pool!!!  She thought it would cool me down if I got my toes wet.   Yes, I know it was a kiddie pool and I know that I wouldn't drown in it, but still, I was peeved!!! How dare she make me get my toes wet!!!   I was sooooo mad at her!  I jumped out of the pool and ran under a table and refused to come out until she apologized.  I did feel a little cooler though.....

Overall, Pet Fest was a blast.  I didn't get any ice cream this year and we didn't win any prizes.  But we did have fun and that's all that matters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>LIVAH!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594482</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Jun 2009 18:18:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594482</guid>
		<description>Mom made me beef liver today!   That's right...liver!!! She cooked it up for me and broke it into li ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom made me beef liver today!   That's right...liver!!! She cooked it up for me and broke it into little pieces and I get some during training!  

You want me to sit?  No problem!  LIVER!  STAT!

Paw?  Okey dokey!  LIVER!!! QUICK!

Down?  Sure!  GIMME LIVER!

Look?  You got it!  LIVER NOW!!!

High five?  Fine!  LIVER DAMMIT!!!

Touch?  BABAM!!!  I *might* have gotten a little too excited about the liver and taken mom out arm first on this one.  No liver. :(

A couple more tricks (no contact tricks, I noticed...) and then the words I dread came out...."All done!) and the liver went into the fridge.

Hmph.  Maybe tomorrow I will be a little less excitable with the liver  We'll see....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Any pup know sign language?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594406</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Jun 2009 13:16:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594406</guid>
		<description>Mom just found out that her friend is coming with us to Pet Fest tomorrow.  She is brining my buddy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom just found out that her friend is coming with us to Pet Fest tomorrow.  She is brining my buddy Hank, who is a mutt like me, but looks kinda Rottie/Shepherd-ish.  Hank's pretty cool and we get along pretty good.   BUT...mom's friend is also bringing her foster pup, who I have never met before.  

Rumor has it that Diamond (the foster pup) is deaf.  Can't hear a thing.  She's some sort of bully breed (probably American Bulldog/pittie) and is all white.  Rumor also has it that she is aloof and independant, but a very sweet dog.   Sounds like someone I know!!!  I think we are going to get along just fine.  

Now I just need to grow thumbs and brush up on my ASL.  It's going to be a long night of studying!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594301</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Jun 2009 05:01:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594301</guid>
		<description>I woke up this morning to the sweet sound of CSNY singing &quot;Suite Judy Blue Eyes&quot; and mom singing alo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I woke up this morning to the sweet sound of CSNY singing "Suite Judy Blue Eyes" and mom singing along to the alarm radio in her 1/2 sleep.  Kind of a nice way to wake up, bol!   I did my morning stretchies and moseyed out to the kitchen to check the calendar for the day.    That's when I saw it...

"CHIPPER GROOMING 0930"

Ugh!   Sooo not in the mood for that!  I mean, I appreciate the end result and the never ending stream of cookies the groomer gives me, but all that shampooing and water and brushing and clipping...really, it's just not necessary.

I called mom and and pointed to the calendar.  "Why must we do this today?   We have Pet Fest tomorrow and you know I am going to get all dirty, so why get groomed today?" 

Mom said "Don't worry Chippy, I cancelled that appointment yesterday.  No grooming for you today.   You have no plans today.  You and dad are just hanging out at home while I go shopping with the ladies today."

Whew!!! Thank dog!   I moseyed on back to the bedroom and went right back to sleep.  Gotta rest up for Pet Fest!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ransacked!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594115</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Jun 2009 10:05:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594115</guid>
		<description>My crate has been ransacked.  All of my blankies have been removed and were thrown into the washer.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My crate has been ransacked.  All of my blankies have been removed and were thrown into the washer.   They are being washed with special detergent that says "Removes all pet odors!"  Whoop-de-freaking-do.   I worked hard to get those blankies stanking like me!   

All my stuffies have been removed from their strategic locations around my crate and tossed on the floor.   Supposedly, they may go into the washer next.

Mom is threatening to break out the vacuum and (gasp!) vacuum the tray in the bottom of my crate!  All my cookie crumbs will be gone!   That must mean that more cookies are coming, I guess. 

Mom promises that when the blankies come out of the washer, they will be nice and soft and fluffy and just perfect for napping.  This is a good thing and I can look past the de-stanking of them since I need my beauty rest this weekend.  You see, Sunday is Pet Fest for the SPCA.  My biggest day of the year!  I cannot wait and I have to rest up!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Posessed!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594056</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Jun 2009 06:56:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/594056</guid>
		<description>Mom just got home from Walgreens.  She bought one of those dustpans like the professionals (think Mc ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom just got home from Walgreens.  She bought one of those dustpans like the professionals (think McDonalds) have with the little broom.  But since she is super lazy, she bought the extended handles so she does't have to bend over at all to pick up my tumblefurs.  

She assembled the beast and picked up a few tumblefurs and my dirt pile at the top of the stairs by the door.   Then she got tired from 30 seconds of cleaning and put the beast in the corner of the living room.   I was happily sleeping on the rug when the dustpan/broom assembly crashed to the floor!!!!!   

EEK!!! I hightailed it into the bathroom yelling "Save yourself!!!" to mom and hid by the shower.

Nobody touched it!  I swear!  I was asleep and mom was on the couch.  How did it happen???  I think that thing is posessed!

I'm not coming out of the bathroom utnil mom gets that beast out of the house.  Yikes!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sniffin, Runnin and Horse Poop!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/593683</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 3 Jun 2009 18:15:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to doggy school tonight.  When we pulled in, we saw my trainer in the parking lot with a few ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to doggy school tonight.  When we pulled in, we saw my trainer in the parking lot with a few pups.   He told us to go in and sign in and pay and then come back out because we were going to do class outside.

We came back outside and when all the pups were assembled, my trainer said "Tonight we are going to test your recall!"

Sounds fun.  What's recall? I wondered.

Turns out "recall" is a very fun game!!!  We went into the fenced in area that the NHSPCA uses for the horsies.  (the horses were not there...they were in the barn)   Then mom dropped my leash on the ground and said "Go play!"

At first I didn't know what to do and just followed mom around.  Then I found a big pile of horse poop and started sniffin.   My nose led me all around and I sniffed and marked and sniffed some more.  Then I heard "Chippy, HERE!!!" and I went running over to mom and she gave me chicken!!!  Yummy!  Then mom said "Go play!" and I ran away again.

I was busily sniffing a big pile of hay when I heard "Chippy, HERE!!"   I started to run to mom and then turned around and ran away!  WOOHOO!!! Free at last!   I ran and I ran and I ran some more.  

Until my trainer stepped on my leash and stopped my hot pursuit, BOL!

When my turn was over, some other pups tried it and then.....

My trainer called in 6 dogs to all do it at once!

We all ran and sniffed and sniffed some more.   A girl dog sniffed my bum and I chased her and sniffed her.  We jumped around a little and then parted ways when our moms yelled "HERE!!!"

I like this game.  I think we should play it every week at class!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm so sad</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/592781</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 May 2009 15:56:38 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom woke me up from my post-camp nap and said &quot;Chippy!!!  Someone left us comments on your diary!  I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom woke me up from my post-camp nap and said "Chippy!!!  Someone left us comments on your diary!  I got some e-mails!"

So I ran over to read them, but I can't see them.  :(   There must be some sort of glitch.  So sad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gottago, gottago, gottagorightnow!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/592726</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 May 2009 12:06:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>This morning, mom woke up at 5:00 AM for a quick pee break.   All of a sudden, she heard this weird  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ This morning, mom woke up at 5:00 AM for a quick pee break.   All of a sudden, she heard this weird noise coming from the front of the camper.  It was me pawing at the front door to get out!   I had a look of panic on my face and I was panting really hard.

Now, I feel that it is important to point out that I have NEVER told mom that I have to go potty.   I usually just go whenever mom or dad takes me for a walk.  No big deal.

Mom started all kinds of praise.  "Good boy Chippy!  Hold on, just let me put on a bra, some real pants and some shoes and we will go out.  Good boy!"

I was like "Shut up woman!!!!  Less talking, more dressing!!! Get me out to the grass!"

Finally I had my leash on and mom opened the camper door.  I sprung out of the door like those fake snakes in the trick nut can!  Off we went...

First I stormed right over to my fireplace, where my neighbor-labby peed last night and emptied three gallons worth of pee onto his mark.  It took that much to cover his stank since he is equipped with his nuts and I am not.

Then, I stormed over to the tree in front of nana's camper and let out another two gallons of pee.   Mom thought we were done, but nope!  I had other plans!   "Take me on a walkie around the campground.  NOW!!!!!"

Off we went, before mom's coffee, which is a no-no.   But I was on a mission and I didn't care!   I stormed right over to my potty spot by the beach and pooped.  Right there by the beach at 5:15 AM.  

WHEW!!!  I felt much better!    

Since I was wide awake and feeling much better, I thought it would be a good time to go for a little jaunt around the campground, but mom (the grinch!) had other plans.   She mumbled something about too early, no coffee, hasn't brushed her hair or teeth and something about pajamas and she pulled me back home and ended my surprise walk.   That woman is such high maintenance.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh yeah?  Well now you lose all our business!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/592138</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 May 2009 06:57:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is spending the day looking for a new insurance company.  She called today to change our renter' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is spending the day looking for a new insurance company.  She called today to change our renter's insurance to our new diggs.   They ran through all the questions and threw in a new one...

Insurance jerk: "Any pets?"

Mom:  "Yes."

Insurance jerk:  "What kind?"

Mom:  "A dog."

Insurance jerk: "What kind of dog?"

Mom:  "A mutt."

Insurance jerk: "Best guess at primary breed, please.   We will also need to see a copy of his town license."

Mom:  "He's registered as a Chow mix.  That's what the shelter identified him as based on looks.   He's a Katrina dog, so we have no idea what he really is."

Insurance jerk: "We cannot insure you with a Chow in the house."

Mom:  "He's not a Chow.  He's potentially, maybe, a Chow mix.  He could be an overgrown Pomeranian for all we know."   

Insurance jerk:  "Doesn't matter.  They are on our list of uninsurable dangerous breeds with pit bulls, dobermans, rotweilers and whatnot.  Sorry, I cannot ensure you.  But we work with another company (which happens to be the company that we have for our camper insurance).  Maybe they can insure you.  I don't think they have a list."

Mom waits patiently until insurance jerk comes back on the phone and says "No, they also cannot insure you.  They don't cover Chows either.  Sorry.  Have a nice day."

HAVE A NICE DAY?!?!  You go have a nice day you breedist idiot!

Guess what?!?!   Now mom is on the hunt.  She is going to call every single insurance company around and find out which ones  are not breedist.  Then we will switch ALL of our insurance to the new company!!!  Both cars, the camper and renters.   So take that and shove it insurance jerk!

p.s.  Anyone with supposed "dangerous breeds" have any suggestions for insurance companies?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You'll be sorry....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/592105</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 May 2009 04:35:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Dunkin Donuts beeyotch, 

I was a good boy today and did not bark at you when mom got her mor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Dunkin Donuts beeyotch, 

I was a good boy today and did not bark at you when mom got her morning coffee today at the drive thru.  I sat in the back seat and looked all cute.  

Yet, Dunkin Donuts beeyotch, you neglected to give me my good boy munchkin!   What the woof?

You've done it now!  I shall bark at you everytime we go through the drive thru now!

Yours truly, 
(A very angry) Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Memorial Day Weekend</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 26 May 2009 15:58:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to camp this weekend.  It was the best weekend ever!   We went up on Friday night and settle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to camp this weekend.  It was the best weekend ever!   We went up on Friday night and settled in.   I was greeted upon arrival by the barks of my friends Bailey and Ty, the two beagles next door!  Guess what!  Bailey not only survived tail cancer, but also two other surgeries during the off season!  He has a little stump instead of a tail, but he is doing great!

I pranced over to the other side to meet my other neighbors, Bella and Koda.  They are to big, black labbies.   I pranced my way up to my camper and inspected it to make sure nothing changed since we were up there last Friday.   Water bowl?  Check.  Crate with blankies?  Check.  Tie out leash? Check.  

We were too bushed to do anything Friday night, so we went to bed early.  Saturday, me and mom went over and had breakfast and coffee with papa in his camper.   We went for a long walk on Saturday and inspected the changes in the campground and the new comers.   

The rest of the weekend was the same ol same ol.   Barbeques, walks to the lake, planting some flowers, campfires, naps and did I mention barbeques?

Monday night, mom and dad surprised me!  They said "Listen Chippy.  We are having such a great time, that we are not going back to work tomorrow.  We are going out tonight and you are coming with us.  Then tomorrow, we will all stay home together!"   WOOHOOO!!!!

We hippety hopped into the car and drove to Portsmouth.  We walked all around and eventually we happened upon a dog park!  I have never been to a dog park and mom didn't think it was such a good idea to let me in there seeing as I don't like to play and don't tolerate offers to play very well.   So, I walked up to the fence to check it out.   There was a beagle in there and he was excited to see me!  

The beagle came running over to me and I didn't growl because I knew the fence was there to stop him.  We sniffed through the fence and said our hellos.   He went back to playing and I went back to walking.  Mom said I was a good boy and bought me an ice cream!!!! WOOHOO!!!

Now it's Tuesday and we are finally back home.  I have been sleeping since we got home and I plan to sleep until Friday when we head back up to camp, BOL!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good neighbor-lady!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/591220</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 25 May 2009 18:43:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight I was hanging out with mom and the fam at camp.  I was begging for some dinner (with no luck ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight I was hanging out with mom and the fam at camp.  I was begging for some dinner (with no luck at all....bad mom!) when neighbor-lady came out of her camper with a (gasp!) big old steak!   She put it on her grill, which is right next to my camp site and went back into her camper.   I would not take my eyes off that delicious, scrumptios piece of meat.

Mom was pretty glad that I stopped begging and let me stare at the grill.  Neighbor-lady came out to flip her steak and started to talk to me.   She said "Oooohh...now that I have steak, you want to be my friend?"   

I said "You bet your sweet bippy!" and wagged my tail really hard and tried to look all cute and what not.

Neighbor-lady laughed at me and went back into her camper.   I continued staring at her grill.

A few minutes later, neighbor-lady came out with a big platter and took her steak off the grill.  She said "Ooooohhh....Chipper....wouldn't you LOVE a big old piece of this steak!"  Again, I wagged my tail really hard and tried to look all cute, but she took the steak inside.

I continued staring at the now empty grill.

A few seconds later, out came neighbor-lady with the steak!   "Needs a few more minutes.  Too red inside."  And then she picked up a hunk and threw it right to me!!!!  In the words of Ella "OM NOM NOM!!!!"

I was the happiest boy ever!  

Until neighbor-lady came over to give papa a hard time and she handed me another big old slice of steak!!!!   Then I was REALLY the happiest boy ever!

I love neighbor-lady now.  I will never bark at her again.  As long as she keeps the steak coming, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a little cutie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/589908</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 May 2009 18:25:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Blech!!! Mom stole the keyboard and wrote the title of my diary today!  Ugh...I swear, if I had thum ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Blech!!! Mom stole the keyboard and wrote the title of my diary today!  Ugh...I swear, if I had thumbs.....

Anyway, we were cruising through all of the diary picks of the day today and we came across <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/976415">Sweet Pea</a>.   Mom is smitten!   She thinks she is "adorable".   I perused her page and found that she is new to Dogster and only has 13 friends!!!   Everyone should give her a big Dogster welcome today!  Go request to be her friend!  Quick!!

Oh...and offer her some empathy too...her mom dresses her up just like my mom does to me.  Poor little thing.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Size does matter.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/589620</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 19 May 2009 18:07:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh my dog!!!!  It's the biggest I have ever seen!

I was poking my head in the closet while mom wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh my dog!!!!  It's the biggest I have ever <a id="img7661492611" +  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1242780893.jpg" onmouseover="document.getElementById('img7661492611').innerHTML = String.fromCharCode(60) + 'img src=http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467' + '498/467498_1242780893.jpg' + String.fromCharCode(62) + String.fromCharCode(60) + 'BR/' + String.fromCharCode(62) + 'seen'">seen</a>!

I was poking my head in the closet while mom was looking for a clicker and I saw a gi-effing-normous bully stick peering out at me!   I snagged that sucker and hightailed it to the living room.  But I didn't make it because it was too heavy.  Mom picked it up and carried it for me and set it on the rug.  I just laid beside it for a while, admiring it.   After a bit, I sunk my chompers into that bad boy and I promise you, it did not disappoint!     I kept glancing over at my measly old little bully stick, giving it <a id="img3349901781" +  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1242780932.jpg" onmouseover="document.getElementById('img3349901781').innerHTML = String.fromCharCode(60) + 'img src=http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467' + '498/467498_1242780932.jpg' + String.fromCharCode(62) + String.fromCharCode(60) + 'BR/' + String.fromCharCode(62) + 'dirty looks'">dirty looks</a> for not being well endowed.   

I'm telling you pups, these things are the best ever.  You have to convince your parents to get you the big bully sticks!!! It's the greatest ever!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A busy 24 hours</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/588991</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 17 May 2009 15:34:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It all started with Intruders.  That's right pups...Intruders in my house!   Supposedly mom invited  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It all started with Intruders.  That's right pups...Intruders in my house!   Supposedly mom invited them over, but she forgot to ask me.  She had her friends from college over.  I was out for a walk with dad and when we got back, there was one in my kitchen.  

"Woofwoofwoof!!!  Get out!!!"  I said.

Mom said "Chippy, be quiet or go in your crate."

So I went in my crate and shut the door to my room!  See ya suckers!  I'm taking a nap!

I woofed a couple more times from my crate when more intruders showed up, just to show them who's boss. 

I woofed "HEY!!!  You are lucky I'm locked up in here!  Go away!"

But they didn't go away for a long time so I stayed far away until they were gone.   Punks.  They did, however, leave a whole bunch of crumbs all over the house.  When they left and I came out of my room, I zoomed all over cleaning up after them.

We went to sleep pretty late and we all slept in until 10:00.  We got up and had some quick breakfast and then we were off!   We went shopping, which is B-O-R-I-N-G since we did not go to the pet store.   I was yawning in the back seat when the car started to get all turbulent.  I poked my head up a little and saw that we were at Wagon Hill Farm!!!   My most favorite place ever!!! 

Me, mom and dad went walking all through the woods and by the ocean.  We took lots of pictures and had a grand old time.

Now we are home and I am exhausted!  It's going to be an early night for me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Like I never left</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/588617</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 May 2009 06:49:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom went up to camp yesterday.  I hippety hopped right out of the car, ran to the picnic tabl ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom went up to camp yesterday.  I hippety hopped right out of the car, ran to the picnic table and IMMEDIATELY dug my summer hole and plopped down to monitor the neighborhood.   Aaaaahhh..it's good to be back!

There was not much monitoring to be done though.   There was no one else there.  Mom says it's because it was Friday and all the kids are still in school.  I kinda like it that way.  Nice and quiet.   

Mom checked out the camper and we have no water damage from the winter, no holes in the roof, everything was intact.  And most importantly, we had no winter visitors.   All the squirrels and mice stayed on the outside of the camper, even without me there to scare them away.  I must have left a lasting impression on those rascaly rodents.

We set up my crate with a new bed in it and mom found all of my bowls and cookie holders.  Get this...they are all EMPTY!!!!  GAH!!!  Mom says we will fill them next weekend for the big holiday weekend.   Mom says she is going to place a smartpak order since that worked out well last summer.

Oh, I also started my summer hole under the camper.  That's where I go when it's REALLY hot.  It's nice and cool under there.  That hole is a work in progress all summer.  Mom says someday, I'm going to reach China.  Or maybe strike oil.

We took a walk around the campground and I ventured out onto the docks, all the way to the end.  I wasn't scared at all.  But that could be because there were no boats on them yet.  There were no duck sightings yet.   But I was looking for 'em.  I remember their hideouts.  I'll check again next weekend.

I love camp.  I can't wait to go back this Friday!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Camp!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/588320</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 15 May 2009 05:56:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are headed up to the camp today!!! Me and mom are going up just for the day to see how the camper ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are headed up to the camp today!!! Me and mom are going up just for the day to see how the camper did.  We are also going to get it ready for the big holiday weekend next week.   I cannot wait to sniff all around and chase the ducks.  

We are not staying over though.   We are coming back home tonight as we have stuff to finish up around the house.  Mom is going to fill her whiskey barrels this weekend with tomato plants so we have to go buy dirt.  Rumor has it that mom is going to buy some Cowadunga.   That would be a big bag of cow poop!!! I am usually not the rolling type, but mom thinks this may get me a-sniffing and a-rollin.  We'll see.   I do love to sniff poop.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's almost time...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/587645</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 12 May 2009 18:37:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Camping season is almost here!!!!!   Me and mom are going to take a ride up on Friday to see how the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Camping season is almost here!!!!!   Me and mom are going to take a ride up on Friday to see how the camper did during the winter!   We probably should have gone up earlier, but we were too busy with the whole moving thing.   I have to pack my bags this week.  If I remember correctly, my camp crate is in the camper, but there are no blankies in it.   I also don't think there are any stuffies in it.   I'll bring some from home.

I also have to dig out my speedo and my boogie board for the beach and the boat!!  Last year I only made it onto the docks, not actually in the boat.  That thing rocks and rolls in the water! Freaky man!

Maybe this year I will venture onto the boat.  Who knows.  For now, I will stick to chasing the ducks all around the docks, BOL!

p.s. I really hope I see my neighbor dog Bailey.  He is a 13 year old Beagle.  He's pretty cool and minds his business, except for the customary sniff-sniff and peeing contest.   At the end of last season, he missed a few weekends of camping.  Turns out he had tail cancer and had his tail removed.  I hope he did OK during the off season.  Hopefully we will find out on Friday.  Please keep your paws crossed.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>You've got to trust your instincts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/587389</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 May 2009 19:02:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom started a new morning walk route.  It goes right on our street, where there are no sidewa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom started a new morning walk route.  It goes right on our street, where there are no sidewalks.  As a reward for risking one's life walking in the street, some of the most beautiful views are cast upon you.   

We walk past a horse farm with 5 big black horses and 1 white horse.  They eat their morning hay right next to the road and look at me when we walk by.  

Then we walk by two baby cows eating their morning feed.  A little past them is a house with chickens.  Or so says mom.  I have yet to see said birds.   

Just down the road from the chickens are the bulls.  Three of 'em.   And in the field with the bulls is a unicorn.  He's big and white and stands way far away over near the woods.  It's true.  They do exist.  Mom's going to try to get a picture tomorrow.

Anyhoo, amongst all of the farm animals, is a skeery looking old house.  I have stopped in front of this house every day, on the way to the bulls and the way back.  I stop, sniff and stare.  Mom usually has to pull me away.  I don't bark.  Just stare.

Finally today, mom was pulling me away from my staring in front of the house.  When all of a sudden, the door flew open!!!

I heard a voice say "Get out!  All of you!" 

And out came 4 (count 'em!!! Four!!!) dogs!!!  A big old Dobie led the pack, followed by two pugs and a little white terrier of some sort!! 

They ran to the other side of the house and didn't even see me.  I just stared as they ran about the yard doing their business.    I knew something was up with that house!  I knew there were pups in there!  

Mom told me "let's go!" and I had to walk away before I could do the old sniff-sniff with any of them.  Oh well.  Maybe tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Am NOT your b%*ch!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/586714</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 9 May 2009 16:20:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was out in the yard today with mom and she was trying to take my picture after my grooming today.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was out in the yard today with mom and she was trying to take my picture after my grooming today.  I am looking extra Chowy after this grooming.   We were wandering around and I heard the pitter patter of giant puppy feet in the grass.  Here comes Tommy, the puppy from downstairs.

He comes running over and we did the old sniff-sniff.   We were doing just fine sniffing when he busts all into the whole play thing again.  How many times do we have to go over this?  I.  Don't.  Play.

I growled, he got the point and went away.   

He came running back with his soccer ball and threw it at me.  

No thanks.  Toys are so beneath me.

He picked up his ball and ran away again.   His mom threw the ball for him a few times and like a fool, he ran to chase it.

He came back over to me again and we sniffed again.   I turned my back to him and we just stood there while the mom's talked.

Over time, I sense Tommy getting closer to me.  All of a sudden that little emmeffer picked up his paw and whacked me on my tush!!!!  WTF?!?  

I was bullish!!!   I barked, growled and put on quite the display.  He thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen and he had the nerve to PLAY BOW at my display.

He clearly has no respect for his elders.  This boy needs to be taught a lesson.   I am no one's bi*ch and no one can slap my a$$!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Cookies</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/586489</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 8 May 2009 17:53:32 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I threw up today.  On my walk with dad.  Right after a good solid poo.  Not quite sure why that happ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I threw up today.  On my walk with dad.  Right after a good solid poo.  Not quite sure why that happened, but it was mushy kibble.  Strange since my last meal was 9 hours earlier.  Don't know what that was all about, but it brings about a good question.  

If one tosses one's cookies, does it not warrant replenishing with more cookies?

Mom doesn't think so and did not give me more cookies.   She feared I would toss them again.

p.s. I am fine now.  I'm sleeping away and no belly monsters have been heard.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mother's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/585947</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 6 May 2009 18:22:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/585947</guid>
		<description>It's coming up.   Not quite sure what to get the old bat.   I'm thinking my presence is enough of a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's coming up.   Not quite sure what to get the old bat.   I'm thinking my presence is enough of a gift, but I'm also thinking she might like something a little more girly than a grumpy old Chow.   I requested that dad go to the store and pick out a nice card.   He usually helps me sign my name to it.

I also think that maybe me and dad should buy her some whiskey barrels to plant her tomatoes in.   That, my friends is killing to birds with one stone.  Mom would love the gift, BUT....it would also lay the ground work for my summer job.

You see we just moved into a new apartment.  The landlord lives downstairs.   He told dad that there was a groundhog who lives in the backyard and he made tunnels all under the yard.   Our landlord offered me a big reward if I can catch the big fat groundhog and do what dogs do with groundhogs.

So here is my plan.....

I will buy mom whiskey barrels for her tomatoes.   I hear groundhogs like to munch on tomatoes.   I shall sit in the doorway all summer and watch for the little bugger to approach mom's plants.   When he appproaches, I shall POUNCE and take his *ss out and deliver the carcass to our landlord for my handsome reward!!! 

I think that is a very good plan!!  Thoughts?

What are you pups getting your moms?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Doggy School</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/585633</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 May 2009 18:34:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/585633</guid>
		<description>Tomorrow is Wednesday.  I know because I put another notch in the Tuesday column in the wall of my c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is Wednesday.  I know because I put another notch in the Tuesday column in the wall of my crate today.   Wednesday is doggy school night.   I haven't been in three weeks.   Three weeks ago, doggy school was cancelled for spring break.   Two weeks ago, mom was sick and couldn't take me.   Last week, we showed up at doggy school only to find the doors locked and class cancelled.   

This week...it better happen!!! I'm craving the fun of school, man!   I can't wait!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Princess Chippy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/585620</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 May 2009 18:03:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's what mom has been calling me today just because I won't go out for walks in the drizzle.   Wh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what mom has been calling me today just because I won't go out for walks in the drizzle.   What can I say, I know what I like and I know what I don't like.   I like to be dry.  I hate getting my fur wet.  I don't have to poop that bad.  I'll hold it until it stops raining on Sunday.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to get going now.   It's almost time for my before-bed pee and I need to make sure <i>someone</i> has rolled out the (dry) white carpet, sprinkled it with rose petals and readied the royal umbrella.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Power of Christ Compels You!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584799</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 3 May 2009 04:45:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was checking over my page and just saw a sign of the devil!   Guess how many friends I have....
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was checking over my page and just saw a sign of the devil!   Guess how many friends I have....

666

EEK!!! 

I've got the devil's number!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Warning!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584696</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 May 2009 17:14:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>BOL!!  My entry for &quot;ADOPT '09 CONTEST&quot; is rediculously LONG!!! 

Consider yourself warned!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ BOL!!  My entry for "ADOPT '09 CONTEST" is rediculously LONG!!! 

Consider yourself warned!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ADOPT 09 CONTEST</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584679</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 May 2009 16:28:42 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>How Adoption Saved My Life and Changed Mom's Forever

A note from Chipper:
On November 10, 2005 I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <b>How Adoption Saved My Life and Changed Mom's Forever</b>

<u>A note from Chipper:</u>
On November 10, 2005 I was roaming the streets of New Orleans, Louisiana.   I was captured by Best Friends Animal Sanctuary and was brought to a tempory camp that they made to handle all of the animals displaced by Hurricane Katrina.  I was given a whole bunch of shots and I was tested for heartworms.  Unfortunately, I came back as a low positive for the worms.  I was then temperment tested and a decision was made to put me up for adoption and the nice lady who did my test marked me a "LOVE BUG!" on my temperment paperwork!  As you will find out, this is not exactly the case....

Mom's not sure what happened to me in between Best Friends and when she found me, but somehow I made my way up to New Hampshire.  The nice people at the SPCA put me up for adoption in Feburary 2006.  I was sad and lonely in my cage.  I was with three other Katrina dogs in one big cage.  We had lots of beds and blankies and toys, but I wanted no part of it.  I wanted my furever home.  Of course, it didn't help that I was not feeling well due to those heartworms that were still living in me.  Yuck!

Mom and dad came into the shelter at the end of February.  They were desperate for a dog to fill their empty apartment.  They had both grown up with pets and after two years without pets, they could not wait to hear the pitter patter of little doggy feet in their home.

Mom had done a ton of research and was convinced that no matter how much she wanted a Chow Chow, it was not the right breed for them.  They were first time dog owners and had a ton to learn and dad isn't exactly a firm and consistent kind of guy.   They were looking for more of a houndy type dog.   But as soon as mom walked into the shelter, she saw Nina.  A little cinnamon Chow Chow.  She was adorable and mom started to cry.   Nina was a Katrina dog too and was so timid.  Shejust sat in the corner of her cage looking so sad.  Mom knew that, as a Chow Chow, Nina just wanted her one and only someone to come rescue her and she would be the most loyal and loving dog anyone could ever wish for.  

Mom sat by Nina's cage for a few minutes and dad came over and said "We can't settle on the first dog we see.  Let's look around a little."  Mom knew he was right and got up to look around.  Mom saw me and thought I was cute, but again...so sad and all alone in the back of the cage.   Mom and dad agreed to take me and Nina, despite knowing full well that they should not adopt a Chow, for a walk to see how things went when we were out of the shelter.    They went up and filled out an application.   The adoption counselor said "Nina is out for a walk with a family, but you can take Chipper."   

They took me for a walk and by the time we got back, Nina had a big sign on her cage that said "ADOPTED!".   Mom and dad took me into a room with an adoption counselor.   I hid under a table while they talked.   I wanted no part in any of the toys they offered.  I wanted a home.   The adoption counselor told mom and dad all the stuff they already knew about Chows; I would probably pick one of them as 'my owner', I may have a bit of a tude in new situations, training is key, socilization is key....  None of it mattered.  Mom and dad were taking me home!!!

Mom and dad signed on the dotted line, but could not take me home.  You see, the shelter did not treat me for my heartworms yet.  Almost 4 months with those little buggers!!!  I went in on the following Tuesday to have them taken care of and I spent one more week on cage rest in the shelter.   I went home with mom and dad the following Tuesday and things were never the same for them or for me!!!

I settled in rather quickly.  I liked the new crate mom and dad picked out right away.  I had to spend a lot of time in it because of the worms.   

I bonded to mom right away.  I LOVED her with all of my being.   I was OK with dad, but he was no mom.   I was a little suspicious of him.   Then one night, I was chewing on a rawhide bone at 11:30 PM on the hardwood floor.  I personally don't see an issue here, but apparently dad did.   He got out of bed, snuck up behind me and pulled my bone away from me!!!  I got so mad and I threw a tantrum!  Barking, growling, lunging at him, showing teeth and overall not-niceness.

Dad got scared (and got the bone) and the next day mom was on the phone with the SPCA.  They suggested training classes, but didn't have any available for 6 weeks.  We called around and registered for a class at another facility.   We met with the trainer before class, as mom was getting nervous.  I was beginning to bark and growl a whole lot more.  I was lunging a lot and doing a lot of not so nice stuff.   

The trainer told mom that this could be fixed and obedience is key.  We went into class and the trainer started class by fitting each dog with a rope choke collar.  Mom hated that thing and could barely put it on me, as it was very tight.  Four weeks into that class, I began to cough.  Really, really hard.  Mom took me to the vet (where I was already on a first name basis with all of the staff due to the heartworms, intestinal parasites and whatnot...).  I had kennel cough.  Ugh!  I missed a week of class, went back for graduation and the trainer told mom that I was "making very good progress and should sign up for the next level of training."   Mom did.

Round 2 of traning did not go so well.  Mom hated the collar and refused to put it on me outside of class.   I got kennel cough two more times in the 6 week period and missed two classes.  One the third round of kennel cough, the Dr.  took pictures of me with a fancy machine.  This revealed a few intersting things.   I had HIGHLY inflamed lungs.  The right side of my heart was enlarged thanks to the heartworms and I had a collapsing trachea.   I went on a whole bunch of meds for the lungs.  The other two, I could live with, but some lifestyle changes would be needed and monitoring was a necessity.

We went back to class on the last day and mom told the trainer my medical issues.  She said the only way to train me, collapsing trachea or no, is with the choke.  Mom walked out and never went back.   We kept the collar for a long time to remind us what not to do.

We skipped a few months of training, as mom had no idea what to do with me.  I kept coughing throughout the summer.  I was always tired and I was pretty grumpy.  My behavior was not improving.  Mom was watching a lot of Dog Whisperer and knew she was not alone and that this could be fixed.  She never alpha rolled me, but we worked on some other stuff, like mom and dad being leaders.  But it was kinda like the blind leading the blind.  

A few times, mom considered ending it all.  She debated rehoming me, but knew that couldn't happen.   She knew that if she were to end things, I would have to be sent to the bridge.   She contemplated it many times, but each time, she couldn't do it.   Dad was a rock and would not even let mom consider it completely.  He knew things could be fixed, but didn't know how.

In August, the SPCA called for their 6 month check in.   Mom told them of our issues and they suggested that we contact one of their trainers.  Mom did and she signed us up for his "Ruff Dog" class.    It was the class that saved my life.  I met my trainer and he knew, he just knew that things in our little family could be fixed.  He was confident and made mom confident.  It was in this first class that mom knew, just knew that I was here to stay.

In this class, mom and dad learned that they were giving me mixed signals.  I didn't understand what they wanted from me and I was making up my own rules.   They also discovered that I was a very good guard dog.   But I was guarding the wrong things, like mom, toys and food.  

Mom and dad worked with me feverishly.  They hand fed me for 8 months.  They instituted NILIF and put me on a strict schedule.  They had nightly "Chipper meetings" to discuss things that happened during the day and how I responded or how they may have affected me.

We graduated from Ruff Dog and signed up for my trainer's other class.  It was called "Clear Communication".  Boy, oh boy, did that one help!   Finally, we were beginning to understand each other!   At the end of the class, we attempted the CGC test.   I didn't pass, but I got a 9 out of 10!!!  WOOHOOO!!!  Mom was pretty psyched and our trainer gave her a big hug.  He was so proud of us!  

Two years later, we continue to go to our doggy school every week and my behavior is getting better.  Mom and dad have accepted the fact that I am a grumpy old man and that I will probably never run around and play with other dogs.  I will never be a people dog and run to everyone and everyone for affection.  I have the peeps I like.  I know who they are and they are the only ones I will pay attention to.  Mom and dad think that's OK and they ask no more from me than tolerance.   I have to tolerate other dogs.   No problem.  I have to tolerate strangers.  Okey dokey.   I can do "tolerate".

Finally, after three years we are in agreement.   Finally, I am in my furever home and we are in harmony.  Sure there is an occasional growl at dad.  Sometimes he deserves it, BOL!  I am nice and healthy and have been so for a while now.  We still monitor my lungs, heart and trachea at the vet.   Things are looking just fine, thank Dog!   I love my furever home and I love my mom and dad!

<u>A note from mom:</u>
Our time with Chipper has been a rollercoaster.  He was such a sickly, fickle little guy.   I spent a ton of time researching his health problems and behavior problems.  In January 2007, I found Dogster.  We were set on our path forward with his behavior modification plan.   Dogster offered  the one thing I was so desperately looking for: reassurance that I was not alone and that I was on the right path.   I had been led so wrong by Chipper's first trainer and I was so relieved to find that his current trainer was doing things the right way.  

Through our journey with Chipper, I have become a stronger person and a better dog owner.  I have learned all about dog health, dog nutrition, dog behavior, dog learning and dog mentality.   

Chipper has improved my relationship with my boyfriend, as we were forced to take a good hard look at how things were going and how we were communicating with each other.   We worked very hard together and we are both very proud of how far we have come.  We now feel that we can tackle any challenge put in front of us.

We also learned that we will be much more picky when we adopt our next dog.   We will pick one who needs us just as much as Chipper did.  We are up for it and we can do it.   What fun is having a "normal" dog?!?  LOL!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Invasion of the little people</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584641</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 2 May 2009 14:19:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday mom's friend came over.  She had something funny with her in a basket of sorts.  I was not ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday mom's friend came over.  She had something funny with her in a basket of sorts.  I was not allowed to sniff or to see what was in the basket.  The basket was allowed to "sleep" in mom's room for a little while and then it started to cry!!!  Mom told me I had to go in my room because there was a tiny human in the basket and I can't be around her.  She was only 3 weeks old!  Too tiny for me!  I was outta there!  Ran straight to my crate and didn't come out until the little baby was gone!

This morning mom and dad were all abuzz.   They were cleaning and cooking and doing all kinds of laundry.   Dad took me for a walk and when we got back, Dad's mom and dad were here!!!! And, they brought the little people!   Dad's neices, two girls, just about my height.   They are much more sturdy on their feet than the last time I saw them, which was last summer.  They are 3 and "almost 5".   

I said my hellos outside and when we came in, I ran for my crate.  The girls are a little better now, but they have been known to be ear tuggers, face squishers and tail pullers.  Mom has seen them with their own dog and they are definite tuggers.  Mom keeps us seperated, for everyone's sanity.

After the humans had some lunch, dad wanted to show the girls the bulls down the road.   We suited up and we all went for a walk.  The girls were good and didn't touch my ears or tail and I didn't growl at them.   We went all the way to the bulls and watched them for a while.  They were pretty lazy today and just kinda hung out munching the grass.   

We all came back home and again, I ran straight to my crate.  No way the little peeps were gonna get my tail!!! 

They are gone now and we all are ready for a nap.   Three hours with little people and we are beat, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The &quot;stick&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584138</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:36:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom went on a long walk this morning.  We found a big open field and there were big ol animal ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom went on a long walk this morning.  We found a big open field and there were big ol animals in the field.   4 of 'em. Mom thought they were cows.

Me and dad went for a long walk this afternoon and happened upon the same field.   We stopped to watch and all of a sudden the "cows" came running over to see us!  It was then that dad noticed that these "cows" have horns.

Those are not cows!!!   Them are BULLS!!!!!!!

After dad and I gathered ourselves after the near pants-wetting experience of being charged by bulls (even though they were behind a fence), I looked up at dad and said "Now tell me dad, where is the 'stick' located on the 'bully'?"

For some strange reason, dad would not tell me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lil ol me?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/584133</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:16:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a diary pick of the day again!!! I am so excited!  Thank you to all of my friends for making my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a diary pick of the day again!!! I am so excited!  Thank you to all of my friends for making my day so great!  Thank you HQ for recognizing me today!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>kids, schmids!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/583838</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 18:19:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>With all the moving and packing and unpacking and mom not feeling well last week, I have been depriv ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ With all the moving and packing and unpacking and mom not feeling well last week, I have been deprived of my weekly doggy school night.   Mom calls it "training" but really, it's my social hour where I get to sniff some pups, but they can't jump on me, nor can they offer the dreaded "play" (*shudder*).  Sure, we practice walking and sits and downs and whatnot, but it's also pretty fun.   There's lots and lots of cookies and snacks to be had.   

I was all excited tonight.  The stars were aligning.   It's Wednesday.  All the boxes are unpacked or put away whole.   We are in the new digs and turned in the keys at the old place.   Mom's not looking ill.   Mom came home from work and I knew it was happening!  I knew we were going to school!   I was hippety hopping all over the kitchen while mom sliced up some cheese.   I could barely hold still while mom hooked up my leash!   Mom grabbed her keys and off we went! 

We pulled into the SPCA and mom said "Uh oooohh...why is the room dark?"

We pulled into the parking spot and mom looked at dad and told him to wait in the car with me since I can't be trusted alone in the car.  (Jeesh...you eat a car once and they never trust you again!")

Mom walked up and tugged on the door only to find it locked!!!   OH NOOOO!!! 

Mom came back to the car and we just waited.  Suddenly the head trainer lady came walking around the building and saw us.  She was with her class.   She came over to the car and said:

"No class tonight!  Didn't you get the e-mail?   Terence had to take his kids to the circus."

WHAT?!?   The circus is more important than <i>my</i> training class?!?

Kids, schmids!!  Isn't everyday with those little buggers a circus????]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>If I had nuts....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/582800</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 08:58:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'd be sweating them off right now!!!   

It is roasting here and I am not ready for this kind of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'd be sweating them off right now!!!   

It is roasting here and I am not ready for this kind of weather!   It was 90+ yesterday and it's going to be 85 today!   Yuck!!!   I'm panting like crazy and trying to sleep and pretend this weather isn't happening!

It's even too hot for me to eat my bully stick!  It's just lying there on the rug, mocking me.  

Must...

Get...

Cool!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My new posse</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/582655</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 17:30:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is watching a marathon Red Sox/Yankees game.   Seriously...it started at 4:10PM and is STILL goi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is watching a marathon Red Sox/Yankees game.   Seriously...it started at 4:10PM and is STILL going at 8:23PM.  I tuned out around 7:30PM and decided to take a nap.  I don't care if it's "the best game this season".

But I did tune in when I heard the announcers say the following...

"Join us tomorrow to watch Chipper and the Braves take on blah, blah, blah..."

This is what really stuck with me...."Chipper and the Braves".

Sure, the announcer <i>may</i> have been talking about Chipper Jones, the baseball player and the baseball team the Braves....but those three words sparked a flurry of brilliant ideas and visions.

I think I'm going to form a gang.   A posse.  A motley crew.

And I'm going to name it "Chipper and the Braves".

Who's in?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Badder Chipper!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/582618</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 14:57:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and dad went out to a late lunch today.  When they got in the car, they noticed something was a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad went out to a late lunch today.  When they got in the car, they noticed something was a little different....

The back passenger side door was now a creamy yellowish color as opposed to it's normal dark grey.  

Hmmm...how could that have happened?   

Mom opened the door and found shreds of dark grey vinyl all over the back seat.  And teeth/claw marks all in the door.

Hmmmmm...who would have done that?

Then, dad went to put on his seat belt (sooo safety conscious) and *somehow* the belt had teeth marks on it and it was chewed 1/6 of the way through. 

In two spots.

Hmmmmm....what is going on here?

Who was the last one in the car?!?   Let me at 'em!!!   I'll teach 'em to mess with mom's car!

Wait...what do mean those look like MY claw marks?

HUH?!?  (gasp!)  Are you trying to say that those look like my teeth marks?!? 

I do NOT have grey vinyl stuck in between my teeth mom!!!!  You are crazy!

It was someone else! There was a monster!  I was scared!  You're lucky I lived fighting off that monster!   

OK.  Maybe I did it.   But don't you like the new look of yellow/cream foam on that door?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bad, bad Chipper!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/582543</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 09:08:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm buh buh buh Baaad....BAD to the BONE!!!  Heehee....mom says I am a bad boy today.   I have been  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm buh buh buh Baaad....BAD to the BONE!!!  Heehee....mom says I am a bad boy today.   I have been a bit of a little stinker today.  Someone should spank me (in the good way....).

Mom and dad had a washer and dryer delivered today.  They cheaped out and bought a used set from Craig's List.   The guy showed up when we were all outside playing in the grass (a.k.a. fly catching).   I began to Woof really loud at the guy, so mom put me in the car while they hauled the washer and dryer into the house.  

Well....the dryer wouldn't heat up, so they spent a long time troubleshooting the darned thing and I was left alone in the car for 1.5 hours!!!  I had had enough so I decided to free myself.   I hippety hopped right over the back seat into the way back of the Subaru.  It was there that I saw freedom.  I began to dig.  Right at the corner of the hatch back.  Eventually I heard a POP!!! and the whole back inner panel of the back door popped off!!!   WOOHOOO!!!! Free at last!!!

Well....not so much.  It turns out I only popped off the inner panel and not the big metal piece that holds the door shut.  So I decided to dig some more and I ripped the left corner off of the panel.   That got me no where, so I just sat there waiting for mom.   

When she showed up, I popped my head up in the window all smiley and gave her the "Lookey what I did!!!!"  look.   She was NOT as pleased with me as I was of myself.    She was even less pleased when she opened the hatch and the panel dropped down and smacked her in the head.   She tried to put the back of the car back together, but it didn't work.  

Mom said  "Wait until your father sees this....."

I said "I know!!!  He will be so proud!"  

Mom gave me a funny look.  Apparently that's not exactly what she meant.

When we got back in the house, I noticed a noise coming from the laundry room.   The big white box was making all kinds of noise.  So I decided that I could out-noise it and began to bark like crazy at it!   Now every time it "spins" (according to mom), I bark like crazy.  Mom says "Ugh.  This is going to take a lot of work."

Then, when mom was swiffering the laundry room to clean up all of the lint that came out of the dryer (probably why it won't work.....), I thought it would be a fun game to re-disperse the lint she had just swiffered.  Three times.   Doesn't that sound like a fun game?

As I said, I am being a little stinker today.  And it is GREAT fun!!!  

All this fun by 11:00 AM!  This is a great day so far!!!

p.s.   Mom says the dryer still doesn't work and she should have just ponied up and bought a new set instead of cheaping out and buying used.  Oh well...at least she got a deal, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two unbelievable things happened today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/582367</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 16:02:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thing #1
Nana and papa came over to visit me in my new house today.  It was a lovely visit and papa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <u>Thing #1</u>
Nana and papa came over to visit me in my new house today.  It was a lovely visit and papa gave me lots of scratches on my back and lots of pats on my head.  As a reward, I laid by his feet and watched over him while he watched "Judge Joe Brown" with his eyes closed.   When it came time for dinner, I noticed that mom had only set 4 places at the table.  Where was my place?!?  That's when it happened.....

Mom told me to go into the other room!!!   And then....she put up a baby gate to keep me in there!!!  

See, she knows that papa feeds me from the table and she knows that I know and that I would sit right by his leg and paw him for more meat!  Now, personally, I don't see a problem with this but apparently mom does not approve.  So, I was banished.   I could see the peeps eating and I just sat and watched and panted.   After a while I got bored and began to paw at the gate.   Then, I gnawed on it a little.   Finally, after a bit, it fell right over!!!  Dad came over and picked the gate up and let me free!!!   He's a good man.    

But it was too late.  Dinner was over and I didn't get any.   But papa did save me some of his cake and gave it to me when I was released from prison.

<u>Thing #2</u>
After nana and papa left, I was outside with mom for a quick pee.   All of a sudden, Tommy (the 22 week old, 65 lb lab mix puppy from downstairs) came barrelling over to me!!!  We did the old sniff-sniff and then....it happened....

He.....

Tried....

To get me to..

PLAY!!!

The nerve!!!! 

I flashed him the teeth a few times and I gave him the old growly-growl, but the little bugger wouldn't give up.   He kept running about and bowing down to me (but not in the "I respect you, my king" kind of way).  Finally he began to chew on a stick while the peeps talked and I began to play my favorite game....."Catch the fly".   Then I notice Tommy creeping back over towards me and he began to try to catch flies too.   Then he began to try to play!!! Again!!!  UGH!

Finally, his mom said it was time to go in and we parted ways.  Can you believe the nerve of him?!?  Me?  Play?!?   No stinkin way!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A letter to mom.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/581719</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 11:48:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

I have a whole new neighborhood to explore.   You decided to move me here.  Here where ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

I have a whole new neighborhood to explore.   You decided to move me here.  Here where there are horses, tons of other dogs, chickens, geese, squirrels, ducks, children, kitties, ponies and all the smells that come with them.   It is your JOB to walk me all around until I (not you) am tired.   I will tell YOU when it is time to go home.

For example, today we went on a walk.  I know you are home sick and haven't removed your behind from the bed except to make us breakfast and to refill your water.  However, that is NO excuse for trying to cut my walk short.  Haven't I been the one lying in bed next to you all morning playing nurse Chipper?!?   

You owe me mom.  You owe me big.

So, I request and explanation.   Why, oh why, when I chose to continue on our walk in the opposite direction of our house down towards the house with the chickens, did you decide to turn and head towards home?   You knew I was not going to have it.    I did what I do best and I said "NO woman!  It's not happening!" and I pulled backwards on my harness.  

You, in response, pulled forwards on my harness.    

I countered that by planting my behind firmly into the ground and somehow (which I shall keep secret) turned my 38 lb black furry body into a 100 lb stone.  Yes, that's right.  Stone.  That is my secret weapon.   I was not moving until YOU went MY way.

Until you were saved.   

Saved by the geese.   

There was honking and flapping and overall rowdiness.   I HAD to see what was going on.  So I broke by stubbornness and ran across the street with you in tow.  You let me watch the geese and the ducks playing in the field and we sat there for a little while.  Eventually I started to wander and pace and you TRICKED me by leading me closer to HOME!!!  Unbelieveable!  I thought you loved me!

Why?  Why oh why did you do this?

I know that it turns out that you were (sort of) justified since as we rounded the house by the door, we discovered intruders!!!!  I tried to protect you by woofing at them and what did you do?!?   You shushed me!  Unreal!  I don't care if they are from the "gas company" and are "allowed"!  UGH!

So mom, I write you this letter to request an apology.   You owe me for everything I have done for you.  I played nurse Chipper all morning, defended you from the intruders and I cut my walk short for you.  I demand that we:

a.  Go to doggy school tonight.
b.  Go for long walks all over this new neighborhood and you allow me to sniff all over.
c.  You be brave enough to walk past the house with the chickens.  I don't care if they are off leash.  I want to see them!

I appreciate your attention to this matter.    I look forward to your response.

Your special boy, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A big weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/580798</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 17:34:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are officially moved out of our old place.  We went back yesterday to fetch the fish and their ta ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are officially moved out of our old place.  We went back yesterday to fetch the fish and their tank.  It took all day, but they have all moved in and all survived the big trek!  Mom bought a new lid for the tank so they can't jump out.  Now I don't have to stand guard as much as I was before.

Today me and mom went out exploring our new neighborhood.   We walked around and around and I made sure I tagged all the trees as "mine".   We came home and I was exhausted!   I have been sleeping all afternoon and I plan to sleep straight through Wednesday.  Thank dog the parents go back to work tomorrow!!!!   Dad has been home all week and I am so ready for some quiet time in my crate!   Tomorrow will be my first day home alone in our new house.  Wish me luck!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ah high fii-ive</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/580456</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 17:55:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So now that I have &quot;paw&quot; down, mom is teaching me a new trick.  This one is a silly human trick call ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So now that I have "paw" down, mom is teaching me a new trick.  This one is a silly human trick called "high five".   In this trick, mom holds her hand flat in front of me and I have to hit my paw to her hand.   I get it, but I think it's silly.  Especially since she says the cue as if she is Borat.  "aah-high-fi-ive".   Silly woman.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Yaaaa da corn is popping inna.....THREE D!!!&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/580201</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 18:31:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom popped popcorn tonight and we are watching &quot;Role Models&quot;.   

What I wouldn't give to have mom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom popped popcorn tonight and we are watching "Role Models".   

What I wouldn't give to have mom pull a Sveedish Chef a la "Muppets Take Manhattan".   Remember when he was working at the movie theater and he threw all the popcorn up in the air and yelled "Yaaa....da corn is popping in Threeeeee Deeeee" and it went all over!   I would love for mom to do that and then I can pick 'em all up!!!!  Wouldn't that be the funnest ever?!?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A card carrying citizen</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/580182</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 16:35:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am all licensed in my new town.  While we were at the vet today, they were able to print off a cop ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am all licensed in my new town.  While we were at the vet today, they were able to print off a copy of my Rabies certificate so mom didn't have to hunt for my old one.   We went right to town hall and tried to register me, mom and dad as legal residents of Brentwood.   Town Hall would only take ME!!!  Haha mom and dad!!!!  The lady at town hall gave mom and dad a whole bunch of paper work to "file with the state" and told them to come back later.   However, they could register me no problem.  

I now have a shiny new dog license on my neck.  It's quite pretty (I mean handsome!)  It's  a gold-ish dog house with a dog in it.  It has my license number on it just in case I get lost.  Mom also went to the NHSPCA and printed new tags for me with our new address and the campground info just in case I wander off someday.   All shiny new tags!!!  I am sooooo stylin'!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lock 'er up!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/580135</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 14:13:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the vet today.  Mom pulled into the parking lot and there was blue flashing lights all ove ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the vet today.  Mom pulled into the parking lot and there was blue flashing lights all over!!!  The po-po were there and they blocked the whole parking lot!   It wasn't just any police man either....it was the Rockingham County Sherriff!

"Woof!  Woof!   Lock up the vet!!"  I yelled!  "Take her in for animal cruelty!  Let me tell you where she pokes me!!!  Then you will take her for sure!"  

Mom shushed me and pulled in right next to the police car.   We got out and found that the police were not there to arrest my vet (much to my dismay).   They were there for some sort of routine traffic stop (BORING!!!).  Some poor guy got pulled over in the parking lot.   What could he have possibly done in a parking lot?!?

In the end, they did not arrest my vet or anyone associated with the vet so I had to go in and get my shot.  Right in my bum.  Ouch!!!   The 5 cookies they gave me <i>almost</i> makes up for it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chip and Dad:  Ghosthunters Extrodinaire</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/579041</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 18:52:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and dad seem to have a thing for old houses.  Our new house is very old.  It's &quot;The Old Sanborn  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad seem to have a thing for old houses.  Our new house is very old.  It's "The Old Sanborn House", which is only relevant if one is familiar with these parts of our country (which mom is not, but it seems important to the locals).   Apparently this was the house for a big huge farm a hundred years ago.   

The floors are wide pine and creaky.  We have a great big attic and you can see that the house is held together with wooden stakes.  The kind one would kill a vampire with, if one was ever in the situation to kill a vampire.

It has been very windy since we moved in and the whole house has been creaky and groaney and noisy in general.   

Dad thinks this house may be haunted.  He says that we are going to hunt the ghosts a la TAPS.  Me and Dad.  Together.   Huntin ghosts.  There is only one problem...

I am afraid of the attic.   I have only gone up one step.  It's dark and scary up there and I won't do it.   Dad says he will bring a flashlight for me and we will run an EVP session up there.    Try and flush out the ghosts (if there even are any...).  Dad says that since this was a farm so very long ago, some of the ghosts may be animals and they may want to communicate with me.   He really wants to do this together.

I will keep you posted on our hunting and my attempt to journey into the attic.  

Dad says we cannot start to hunt until he finds an EVP machine.  I think I have some time to muster up the courage to climb the stairs into the darkness.

Wish me luck.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Maybe there is something to it</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/577925</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:43:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, it has been a month since mom banned hotdogs from my diet.   She even banned me from eati ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, it has been a month since mom <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/569573">banned hotdogs</a> from my diet.   She even banned me from eating them in training class when other pups parents offered them to me or if I found one on the ground in class.  Hmph.   

I do have to say though....I have not coughed once since the banning.   I even went to training class multiple times and got groomed in the month since the banning, which have both been suspected of being a coughing catalyst.   Hmmmm.....maybe there is something to this hot dog thing.  

We will wait another month or two before we ban them completely.    For now, my hotdogs sit in the freezer.  Cold and lonely just waiting for me to eat them.   So sad.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/577218</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Apr 2009 18:36:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have been tagged by Tiberius!  Poor, poor confused Tiberius.  He seems to think that the Cardinals ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been tagged by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/800845">Tiberius</a>!  Poor, poor confused Tiberius.  He seems to think that the Cardinals are going to beat the Red Sox this year.  He's going to be so sad when the Red Sox win the World Series.  Again.   

Anywho....Ty wants me to tell everyone 7 things about myself.  Here goes!

1.  I got put in time out tonight.   I *might have* growled at dad while he was eating a bag of chips in the living room.  But I can explain!  They were Lays chips and he only gave me one!  Everyone knows you can't eat just one!   I had to let dad know about my displeasure.   So I *might have* let out a little growl.  Really, it's all his fault that I got put in time out.

2.  I have a new girlfriend.  She lives down the road from my new house.   She has her own yard and a big pile of hay to munch on.  She is REALLY big!   I sit on the edge of her yard and stare at her when we walk by.  I sit right down and refuse to move until I am done admiring her.  Mom says we cannot be BFFs because she is a horse.

3.  When I ride in the car, I like to sprawl out and take up the whole back seat.  When I ride in the truck, I sit in the front seat and squish right up agains mom or dad's leg as close as I can get.

4.  The first time I ever went into a pet store, I pranced right in, walked right up to the first pole I could see and lifted my leg on it.  I was pretty proud of myself too.

5.  I don't like to play with tennis balls, but I REALLY like meatballs!

6.  I may be a grumpy old man, but I still love my crate and I never want to get rid of it.  It's my special space.

7.  I once saved my catfish's life.  He jumped out of the tank when mom was sleeping.  I woofed and woofed and pawed at the floor until mom got up.  She saw him, picked him up, brushed the dog fur off of him and tossed him right back into the tank.  He survived the whole ordeal!   

I don't know who I am going to tag yet.   Hmmmm.....I may have to sleep on this one....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Play Ball!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/576573</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 6 Apr 2009 03:57:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/576573</guid>
		<description>Well pups, it's been a long, dreary, cold, dismal winter.  It was tough on everyone in our area and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, it's been a long, dreary, cold, dismal winter.  It was tough on everyone in our area and we are still cleaning up from the December ice storm that knocked out our power for a week.   

But....none of that matters anymore because....

Today is opening day for the Boston Red Sox!!!!!  

WOOHOO!!!!  Spring is here!!!  YAY!!!

GOOOOOOOO RED SOX!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sergeant</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/576014</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Apr 2009 05:12:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was looking through the diary picks of the day today and I saw Sergeant.   He's a very handsome bu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was looking through the diary picks of the day today and I saw <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/469405/diary/Getting_older">Sergeant</a>.   He's a very handsome bully boy and I was enjoying his pictures and his page.  I read his diary and it turns out that he went to Rainbow Bridge on March 29, 2009.   He wrote all about it in his diary and made mom cry.   It sounds like his mom could use some kind words and maybe some decorations on his page.    I was hoping all of my pals could send some love to Sergeant and his family.   Thank you everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Yikes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/575955</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Apr 2009 19:30:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We had our first thunder storm of the season tonight.  Mom and dad were eating a nice dinner and I w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We had our first thunder storm of the season tonight.  Mom and dad were eating a nice dinner and I was napping by the front door.  Suddenly, I began pacing and woofing.  Mom had no idea what was wrong with me.  Until...BA BOOM!!!!   Thunder!

It yelled at me, so I yelled right back at it!  Woof Woof Woof!!!

Half way through the storm mom asked me why I was still in the kitchen.  She said shouldn't you be in the bathroom?  

Oh Yeah!!!!  I forgot about the magical bathroom!!!  That's the ONLY place where the thunder cannot get me!

I hightailed it in there and hid from the thunder until it was over.

Or so I thought.  

I came out and walked over to mom for some head scratches to work out my nerves and to milk it a little.  She was patting my head when a big bright flash of light happend.   Then....

BAAAAA BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!

It was so loud it shook the house, the fridge and the windows rattled.  I was too scared to bark at it!  I hugged mom's leg tight and she said "It's OK Chippy.  I think that was the last one buddy."

She was right.  It was the last boomer.  I laid in my crate for a little while to shake it off.  After a couple minutes, I was ready for dinner.

I can't believe thunder storms are starting so early this season!  Me thinks it's going to be a long boomer season!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get.  This!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/575830</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Apr 2009 10:00:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is cooking me my very own MEATLOAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night mom asked dad what he wanted for d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is cooking me my very own MEATLOAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Last night mom asked dad what he wanted for dinner tonight because they are going be working their tails off all weekend.  Dad said meatballs and spaghetti.  No problem.  Mom had a doctor appointment this morning and they gave her a shot in her arm.  She came home and started in on the meatballs.  About 1/2 way through rolling, her arm started to hurt.   

Mom said..."Chippy, instead of your own meatballs, how about I just  make you a meatloaf?"  

OMG!!!  I don't care what shape it's in woman!!!!  Just give me some meat!!!!!!  And Cheese!  And bread crumbs!!  And eggs!!  All rolled  up into one big delicious loaf!!!  Yippeee!!!!

I cannot wait.  It's baking away in the oven right now.   I can't wait to sink my big old chompers into it!   I think mom should serve it to me on a silver platter!  But I bet she will be mean and shove it into a Kong so I have to work for it. :(]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Direct TV</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/575765</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Apr 2009 06:22:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday me and mom were over at the new place.  We were sunning ourselves in our new big back yard ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday me and mom were over at the new place.  We were sunning ourselves in our new big back yard.  It's bigger than our current back yard, but still not fenced in.  It was a beautiful day and we were soaking in some rays.  I was happily rolling around in the grass when some guy in a red truck pulled into my driveway.  WOOF WOOF WOOF!!!  Go away Sucker!!!!

Mom said "Hi, you must be the Direct TV guy?"  He said yes.

Mom said "Hold on while I put the dog in the car."

The direct TV guy pulled right up next to my car and I gave him the stink eye.   He and mom proceeded to run up and down the stairs in the new house and all around the outside of the house and up ladders.  Each time he ran back to his truck, I gave him "the eye".  Occasionally I let out a nice firm Woof.   That was to let him know that if he messed with my mom, I could bust out of this Subaru like I was the Incredible Hulk!   

When the Direct TV guy was all done, he was talking to mom by the car.  I proceeded to glare at him and occasionally let out a soft growl.   The direct TV Guy said "What kind of dog is he?"

Mom:   Chow mix, most likely.  He's a Katrina dog, so we don't really know.

Direct TV Guy:   I had a Chow when I was little.  They are great protectors.

Me:  That's right buddy!!! Now gets to steppin'!  Back in your truck!!!

Mom:  Yes, he is very protective.  That's why he's in the car.

Direct TV Guy:  Aaaahhh, I see.   I just got  a puppy at home.   She's a cute little pitty girl.   I want to bring her on all my jobs because I'm trying to socilize her like crazy, but they won't let me take her to work.  I spend every minute I am not working bringing her out and introducing her to all the dogs and people I can find.   It's really important that she gets socialized as a puppy.  I want her to be the most loving dog anyone has ever met.  I know she can do it.  All pit bulls can.  It's just a matter of loving them and socializing them appropriately.

I stopped growling at the guy after that.   You see, he was  big tough, semi-thug looking guy.  The kind of guy (if you were to believe in stereotypes or jugde a book by it's cover) who you would expect to have a pittie named Killer and who would own one of those dogs who make the rest of the breed look so bad.   But he was not like that.   He was a true ambassador for the breed and is doing everything possible to create a model citizen.   

Let's here it for the Direct TV guy!!!!  

p.s.  I found out later that I shouldn't have growled at him since he was hooking up my TV.  Now I can lay on my bed and watch Animal Planet and the Red Sox while mom and dad haul in all the boxes and unpack!!  WOOHOO!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New digs.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/575487</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Apr 2009 07:02:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have checked out my new digs today.   I sniffed every last inch of the place and finally plopped d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have checked out my new digs today.   I sniffed every last inch of the place and finally plopped down in what I have deemed "my spot".   That would be right by the front stairs, against the railing.  That way no one can get in or out without my permission.   Me and mom came back home to load up the car again and take a break.   I have to remember to bring my bed when we go back.  I need a nap while mom cleans and unpacks, BOL!

OH!!!  I checked out the farm across the street.  No cows yet, but it looks like they are getting ready for the cows to come.  There is fresh hay and the pasture is all cleaned up from that terrible ice storm we had back in December.   Speaking of, for pups that don't have to deal with ice,  this really is how long it takes to clean up the mess.  The storm was in mid-December.  It is only now, mid-March to April that people can get out and begin to clean up from the storm.   It's sad to see all the trees broken and to see all of the branches and brush on the ground.  The good news is that a lot of the towns are having curbside mulchers and chippers (heehee...not me...the machine, bol!) available for everyone.  All you have to do is pile the branches by the road and the towns are taking care of it, which is a good thing.

Anywho, sorry about the tangent.  No cows to report of yet, but I did discover that there is a Chipper-height window that looks out over the farm.  WOOHOO!!! I shall stock them from my very own home!!!

OH!!! And I met my new neighbor-dog Tommy.  He is (gasp!) a 21 week old puppy and he is MUCH bigger than me!!!  I was in the car and he came running over to mom.   I was checking him out and I was fine with him.  Seems like a cool enough pup.  But THEN....he crossed the line!!!  He JUMPED on to my mom!!!!  Mom seemed to love it and she was laughing and patting him on his head, but I did not like it one little bit!   I woof-woof-woofed really loud and Tommy's mom took him away.  No pup jumps on my mom and gets away with it!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Miffed!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/575331</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 1 Apr 2009 18:29:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So you know all these boxes I wrote about the other day?   

Apparently they are follow me!   I go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So you know all these boxes I wrote about the other day?   

Apparently they are follow me!   I got all ready for dog class tonight and I hippety hopped in the car.  Mom only opened the front door of the car, but I figured no big deal, I'll just jump into my seat in the back.  Well, pups.....I was foiled!   

I went to hop up back onto my blankie and there were BOXES in my seat!!!   What the woof?  Where am I supposed to sit?

I was forced to sit up front with mom instead of pretending like mom was Driving Mr. Daisy.  Ugh.  I think people saw me too.  How embarassing.  Now they will know that I am carted around by my mom instead of by a chaufer.   Ugh.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Boxes, boxes, boxes.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/574886</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 16:36:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>There are boxes everywhere.  The humans are packing like crazy.  I cannot wait to move into this pla ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ There are boxes everywhere.  The humans are packing like crazy.  I cannot wait to move into this place.  Rumor has it that there are two kitties that live downstairs and a dog.  Mom said he is a (pause for a dramatic, breath-taking gasp!) puppy!!!  Not sure how I'm going to like that.

On a side note, mom took some time away from packing tonight to work with me on "paw".   I think I got it and mom is no longer getting a hand full of paw AND face.   I'm down to just paw now.  But, since she is a little slow on the cheese delivery, I have decided that I need to "paw" a little harder.  So...mom says "paw" and I SLAM my paw right into her hand with my fingers spread and claws out.  Gotcha beyotch!!! Now give me cheese!!!! BOL!  

p.s. apparently mom was not entertained by me leaving puffy pink streaks all over her hands and will no longer click for heavy handed "paws".   hmph.  maybe she should be a little quicker with the cheese delivery.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It must be Spring</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/574353</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 04:05:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a tick on my forehead today.  Mom found it when she was giving me head scratches.  It was righ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a tick on my forehead today.  Mom found it when she was giving me head scratches.  It was right over my right eye.  He was all big and fat and sucking my blood!!!  Yuck!!!  Mom saved me and pulled him off and killed his arse in alcohol.  But now I have a bald spot over my right eye.  Mom says it evens me out.  I have a little bald spot over my left eye from where a tick bit me when I first came to live with mom and dad.   Maybe I will use the bald spots as false eyes to lure in prey like the animals in the Amazon do.   I'll have to watch "Planet Earth" some more to learn how to do that.

In an ironic turn of events mom was just remembering that she saw three deer in our back yard yesterday and debated letting me out to chase 'em away.   She should have.  I would have chased those tick-carrying MFers clear out of my yard!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Movin on Up</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/574092</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 06:00:19 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well pups, I am on the move.  Me, mom and dad are moving to a new house.   Mom and dad have secured  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well pups, I am on the move.  Me, mom and dad are moving to a new house.   Mom and dad have secured a new home for us.   Supposedly it is much bigger and quieter than where we live now.  I have yet to see this place, but it had better be good.  Mom has been packing up our stuff into boxes, under my supervision of course.  I make sure to sniff each one to make sure she did it right.  We will begin the move on Thursday.  Mom and I are going to check out the place and make sure it's ready for us.  I will also pick out my room on Thursday.

Rumor has it that there are cows across the street from us.   I do not know what a cow is, but mom says I can't chase 'em.  Apparently they are behind an electric fence and I could get zapped if I get too close.  Mom thinks it's going to be funny to see my reaction to these so-called "cows".    I will check 'em on on Thursday and let you know what I think.  Mom says that "cows" are kinda where bully sticks come from and that there may be some real, live bully sticks on the farm.   I'll have to get to the bottom of that rumor and let you know.  I'll report back as soon as I know.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The best day ever!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/573759</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 19:41:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy cow!   My friends are so famous!!  Check it out....

Dog of the day:  One of my newest friend ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy cow!   My friends are so famous!!  Check it out....

Dog of the day:  One of my newest friends, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/270774">Zoey</a>
Diary of the day:  Another one of my newest friends, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/811767">Ernie George</a>

And..

This just in......

One of my bestest friends.....

IS DOG OF THE WEEK!!!  

Congrats <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/222707">Riley</a>!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/573150</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 18:24:37 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Maebe has tagged me!   I am supposed to list 7 things about me.  Then I'm going to tag 7 friends so  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434">Maebe</a> has tagged me!   I am supposed to list 7 things about me.  Then I'm going to tag 7 friends so they can tell me 7 things about them.  Here goes...

1.  I sleep on the bed with mom and dad now.   But it is too high for me to jump in, so mom has to lift me up.  She still lifts me up every night even though I try to push her off the bed during the night.  

2.  My mom says that I snore, but she is a liar.  You can't trust her.

3.  I'll do pretty much anything for human food.

4.  I dislike the snow, but winter is one of my favorite seasons.  I LOVE the cold.  Fall and spring are OK too, but oooohhh....I do not do well in the heat of the summer!   When it is 90+ degrees out and humid, I refuse to leave the house unless we are going to the lake and I can dip my toes in.

5.  I like to be the boss.   Of everything.  Sometimes I let mom think she is in charge, but really I know I am always in charge.

6.   Bully sticks are my favorite snack.   

7.  I like car rides and I get really excited when we go places I know like Wagon Hill or doggy class.   I know as soon as we pull into the parking lot where we are.  I start jumping all around the car and whining and howling and screeching when I am really excited that we are going someplace fun.

Now...I have to tag 7 friends.  Hmmm....who shall it be?!?  I shall think overnight and tag tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Night at the Races</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 17:40:13 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We went to doggy class tonight and boy was it FUN!   We did paper plate races.  If you dogs have nev ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We went to doggy class tonight and boy was it FUN!   We did paper plate races.  If you dogs have never tried it, you really have to teach your parents.  The concept is simple.  You sit and wait while you parent puts a treat on a paper plate on the floor a few feet in front of you.  Your parent comes back to you and asks you for eye contact.  Then...the countdown...3....2....1...GOOO!!!  You run up to the plate and snatch the treat, YUMMY!  Then your parent calls you HERE!  And you run back and have a big party when you get to them and more cookies.  It is soooo FUN!

After we practiced solo for a while (until the humans understood the game, bol), we raced each other.  Here is how my races went:

<u>Round 1:  Chipper vs.  Sweet Pea</u>
I lost.  Big time.  It was best of three.  I lost all.  But, I'm willing to take the loss as Pea is not only the trainer's dog, but he is also a terrier.  And we all know how you terriers like to run.   Besides, I got thrown off track when dad called me back to him and ran clear across the room, in the other direction to mom.   I was confused and wanted mom.   Lest we forget...I am a momma's boy.   

<u>Round 2:  Chipper vs.  Scupper</u>
I lost again.  Scupper is a bird dog and he is really fast.  He also has a great recall.  Whatever.   Dork.   I did a good job running to my plate and back, but I was just too slow.

<u>Round 3:  Chipper vs.  Sarge</u>
OK....Sarge is a big 'ol Akita.  He is bigger than me and we both think we are the boss in class.  Game ON!!! Me and mom lined up. Sarge and his dad lined up.  Grrrr baby.  You're going down!!!   1....2.....3...GO!  Off I went!   I ate my cookie and hightailed it right back to mom!  I won!!!!   Heat 2 went to Sarge.  Again, I got confused and wanted to know what was in Sarge's plate so I wandered over after he was done.  Mom didn't like that and came to get me.    Sarge made it back to his dad before I even thought about coming back, heehee!   Heat 3.  I was back on track.  I busted down to my plate and grabbed the cookie.  I flipped around and busted a move back to mom and...............I WON!!!  Kicked Sarge's behind!! WOOHOO!!!! 

If you pups haven't tried this game, it is time to break out the paper plates and teach your human how to play.  It's fun, I promise!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jonesing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/572872</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 18:07:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ooooohhhh boy, do I need to go to doggy class this week!  I'm jonesing man!  Bugging out!  I have be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ooooohhhh boy, do I need to go to doggy class this week!  I'm jonesing man!  Bugging out!  I have been cooped up in this house for a whole week!  

Well, except for my two walks each day and that long walk in the woods on Sunday and the trip to Nana's house on Sunday and nightly training sessions with mom.  But whatever...I need doggy class!   

I'm all kinds of wired and I need to WORK!  And to give all the other doggies a hard time.  Especially that big Akita.  He may be bigger than me, but he is SOOO not in charge of the class!  I am.  It's my class and I am the boss!  

Well...maybe third in command...after my trainer and mom.  

But still, that's pretty high up there!  BOW down beeyotches!

Thank dog class is tomorrow!  It can't come soon enough!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That is SOOO not how it works!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/572558</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 17:22:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

Just because dad has a new work schedule and will be home much earlier for me, does NO ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

Just because dad has a new work schedule and will be home much earlier for me, does NOT mean that you can leave me ANY earlier in the day! 

Love, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/572289</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 18:30:58 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was semi-exciting.   Me and mom ran errands all day.  We did manage to get some chicken fr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was semi-exciting.   Me and mom ran errands all day.  We did manage to get some chicken fries and they were deeelicious!!!! We came home and just hung out for the night.

Today, however, was the best day ever!!! Mom woke up early and had some coffee.  I rolled out of bed around 8:30 and noticed that mom was getting ready to go somewhere.  Hmmm.....maybe I want to go too....   Well...apparently I was going!  At 9:30, mom packed up the car and off we went.  I had no idea where we were going.   First, we went to Dunkin Donuts and the beeyotch at the drive thru did not give me a munchkin.   That rudeness was quickly forgotten because we went to PETCO!!! I did not go in.  I sent mom on my mission.  She got me some kibbles, treats and a new clicker!! WOOHOO!!

Then we went to a place I have never been.  It's called Breakheart Reservation and it is the greatest place on earth!!!  When we first got there, there were all kinds of people and dogs and what not.  I sniff-sniffed here and I sniff-sniffed there and peed all over to mark my territory!    We got about a mile in and then I saw it.....a big old pond with ducks!!!  I chased them like crazy, but I couldn't get them.  As it turns out, the ducks like to swim in the water and water is wet.  YUCK!  All of a sudden mom said "Uh Oh...let's go!" and I turned and saw it....a POlice woman on a horse!  Yikes!  That was the biggest animal I have ever seen!   My curiosity was peaked and I was in awe!  They galloped away and I was pretty disappointed.   I quickly got over it though when I realized that we had a whole nother mile to walk!  

When we got back to the park entrance, the horse was there!!! Again, I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  He was beautiful.  I wanted to sniff him, but mom said no.  So I just sat and stared.  After a while mom said it was time to go.  In the car we went and then we went to nana's house!   We hung out and had a nice dinner.  Aunt Adrienne gave me a whole plate of pork!  What a great day!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Because Louie Says So....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/571860</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Mar 2009 09:38:49 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>At the recommendation of Louie mom and I are off to Burger King to get us some chicken fries!

We  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ At the recommendation of <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336">Louie</a> mom and I are off to Burger King to get us some <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/244336/diary/Why_my_mom_is_mean/571655">chicken fries!</a>

We are off to run our weekly errands and ever since mom read Louie's diary entry, she has had chicken fries on the mind!   After Burger King, we are going to Dunkin Donuts for a coffee which means I get a munchkin!  This is going to be the best day ever!  

Thanks Louie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ruined!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/571440</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:29:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tomorrow is mom's Friday off.  She gets every other Friday off and it is our day together since Dad  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tomorrow is mom's Friday off.  She gets every other Friday off and it is our day together since Dad still has to work.  This is a new thing mom's work is trying.  So far, I like it.

Tonight mom sat me down.  She said "Chippy, tomorrow I will spend the morning with you, but I'm going to leave you home alone for a little while."

I was not pleased.  Tomorrow is supposed to be my day.  WITH mom.  WTF?!?

Mom tried to redeem herself by further explaining.  She said that she is bringing her BFF to the spa for pedicures.  Supposedly mom's BFF is having a baby in a couple of weeks and "can no longer see her own toes".  What ever lady!! Suck it up!  I need my mom!

Way to ruin a good day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I think I've got it...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/570469</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:46:39 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Paw.   That's mom's latest trick she is trying to teach me.  (Roll over is still a work in progress. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Paw.   That's mom's latest trick she is trying to teach me.  (Roll over is still a work in progress.)

I think I get this paw thing.  It goes like this....

I sit.

Mom holds out her hand down low and says "paw"

I pick up my front paw really high up in the air and......

WHAM!!!!  I simultaneously slam my paw and FACE full force into mom's hand.

Mom says we have to work on that face thing.  And the uber sharp claw thing.  <i>Apparently</i> one is not supposed to use their full body weight for this trick.  

Four more slices of Land O Lakes American and I may get it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tell mom this is stupid!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/569573</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 19:32:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has made a terrible decision.  It's preposterous.  Ludicrous.  Absurd.  I'm calling the SPCA to  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has made a terrible decision.  It's preposterous.  Ludicrous.  Absurd.  I'm calling the SPCA to see if they will take me back.   

Mom.  

Has banned....

Hotdogs!!!!! 

From our house!!!  

No fair!!! 

You see....she seems to think that she has noticed a pattern.   Sometimes I get coughing episodes on Thursdays.  Doggy school is on Wednesdays.   Mom was wrestling with is it or isn't it an infection?  I am still hungry.  I have ok poops and pees.  I am fine, but coughy.   One day seems waaaay too short for an infection to happen if I caught it from another dog.  Infection is not likely.

Tuesday we were practicing training.  Mom is still trying to get me to roll over.  (HA! Fat chance!)  Anyways...she broke out the big guns...hotdogs.  She used two of those suckers to try to get me to roll over.  OK...maybe she only used 1 1/4...I might have jumped up and stolen 3/4 of one hot dog at one point so mom had to refuel, BOL!    BTW...I did NOT roll over and still got two hotdogs!  LOL!

So...Tuesday night I woke up twice coughing, with a little bit of wheezing.  Mom had to break out the meds.  I coughed all day Wednesday with some wheezing and we had to skip doggy school.  I coughed a little on Wednesday night, but slept through the night thanks to some meds.  I coughed a little on Thursday morning, but then when mom came home from work....I was fine.

Here is mom's brilliant deduction....she thinks I am allergic to hotdogs and that they are irritating my airways.  WHAT!!! The most delicious snack EVER?!?  NOOOOOO!!!  

Mom has deduced that sometimes we use hotdogs in dog school.  I never, ever get two whole hot dogs.  Ever.  Mom sometimes brings one and sometimes other people give me their hot dogs.  So, that would explain why I cough on Thursdays and sometimes more than others.  Could it be true?  Am I allergic to hotdogs?? NOOOO!!!!

So, to find out, mom has instituted a hot dog ban.  It is so unfair.  There are two huge packs of Oscar Meyer's in the fridge.  I can see 'em.  But I can't eat 'em.  No fair. 

This is stupid.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Royal Slumber was disturbed!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/568399</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 03:38:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night my sleep was disrupted.   By a coughing fit.  I don't know why.  I've been feeling fine.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night my sleep was disrupted.   By a coughing fit.  I don't know why.  I've been feeling fine.   We were watching Two and a Half Men and I was cleaning my paws.  Next thing I know, I am coughing like crazy!  Mom jumped up and gave my neck some rubs and calmed me down.  Isn't it funny how moms know how to make things all better?   

Well, I took that as a sign to stop with the paws.  They were clean enough.  So I flopped over on dad's legs and went to sleep.  At about 1:00 AM....coughing fit!!!  I woke up both mom and dad.  Heck, if I can't sleep, why should they?   Mom tried all of her calming techniques but they weren't working.   So she went to the kitchen and got me some medicine.   I'm pretty sure it was a Roofie because I passed out cold!!!  Slept right through the rest of the night and didn't want to get out of bed this morning.   I even woofed at the alarm this morning.  Not big woofs...just little "ufffs!".   

I don't know why I was coughing, but all I can think of is because I've been off schedule for 4 days (mom had a long weekend) and I cleaned my paws before bed.  It's almost coat blowing season and I sometimes need some extra help with my coat from mom.  Time to break out the old rake.  No fun.   Sometimes when I clean my paws, the fur tickles my throat and induces the coughing.   Mom thinks that's all it was last night.  A tickly throat and poor timing.

All I know is that between the disrupted sleep and mom slipping me the Roofie, I am exhausted and ready for all the humans to go back to work!   I need some quality crate time!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gotcha Day Party</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/568001</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Mar 2009 18:52:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was a wonderful day.  Me, mom and dad went to Nana and Papa's house for a cookout.  It was sun ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was a wonderful day.  Me, mom and dad went to Nana and Papa's house for a cookout.  It was sunny and a balmy 55 degrees out!  Spark up the grill!!!!  

Uncle Mike was cooking while the rest of us were just hanging out in the living room.  Next thing I know, evil kitty Rocky comes creeping around the corner!!!  I started barking like mad and he CHARGED ME!!!!  Psycho!  Luckily mom held me back while Uncle Mike grabbed Rocky, so neither cat nor dog was harmed.  It appears as though Rocky knows how to escape his normal enclosure.  Hmph.   Uncle Mike created a new enclosure (Papa's room) and locked him up again.

Rocky did not make a reappearance.

After the humans ate their burgers, we had a Gotcha Day Partay!!  There were no party hats involved, but there were 
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I really didn't care too much about the balloons since a cupcake with my name on it suddenly appeared!!!!  I gobbled it right up while the humans sliced a cake and ate some cupcakes.  I have never tasted anything more delicious!  Yummy!

Now I am exhausted and ready for bed!  What a great day!  Thank you to all my pals for helping me celebrate my big day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a happy Gotcha Day!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/567626</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Mar 2009 15:52:07 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you so much my friends!!!  You all sure know how to make a pup feel special!

I'm having a g ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you so much my friends!!!  You all sure know how to make a pup feel special!

I'm having a great day!!! We just went shopping and then we went on a hike at Wagon Hill!!! So muddy and snowy and sooo many places to sniff!!! I tried to find bunnies, but I didn't see any. I dug quite a few holes trying to catch something, but mom doesn't know what it was. I am exhausted now!!! Mom is going to make cupcakes for me, but I think they will come tomorrow! I am beat and mom has to go to the NHSPCA to register us for Paws Walk in June. Mom is a team captain, so it's a special meeting she has to go to. No big deal. I could use a nap!! 

So Gotcha day has expanded into Gotcha Weekend.  Cupcakes tomorrow after a cookout at Nana's house!!!  This is the best weekend ever!

Thank you all for the presents!  Individual thank yous are coming when mom comes home from the NHSPCA.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No presents....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/567309</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Mar 2009 11:41:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today I went to Pet Quarters with mom to pick out some Gotcha Day presents.  I sniff-sniffed here an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I went to Pet Quarters with mom to pick out some Gotcha Day presents.  I sniff-sniffed here and I sniff-sniffed there, but I didn't find anything I liked.  I accompanied mom to the kibble isle and we grabbed my food.  I sniffed the treats, but mom wouldn't let me get any because supposedly I have too many.  WTF kind of excuse is that?  Is it really possible to have too many treats?!?   I think not.

Mom gave up and told me I was taking too long and all I was getting is kibble.  Fine.  Whatever.  But there had better be cake tomorrow.  I huffed and puffed all the way to check out.  Mom snapped into drill sargent mode and told me Sit.  I did and that's when it happened.  I saw my present.   THE chosen one.  I jumped up and yelled really loud.  WOOF!!! WOOFWOOF!!! WOOFWOOFWOOF!!

It was a really loud, I'm gonna get you sucker woof.  Mom got really mad and said "Shush!"

I did.  For a second.  And then I yelled again.  Mom turned around and saw what I was woofing at....

BUNNIES!!!!  

A whole herd of them!!!!  In a glass tank!!!

I.

WANT.

ONE!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOOFFF!!!!WOOOF!!! GRRRRRR!!!!!

Mom said my two least favorite words: "leave it".   I turned and looked at her.  She stepped in front of me so I couldn't see my present.  She gave the cashier and some dollars and pulled me out of the store!!!  I was too busy giving the bunnies the stink eye to pay attention to what mom was doing.  Next thing I know, we are back in the car with NO PRESENTS!!!!  What happened to the bunnies?!?  That's the present I picked out!!!  I want one!!!   Mom explained that those bunnies are not chasin' bunnies or eatin' bunnies, they are pet bunnies.  Who the heck would keep such a delicious snack such as a bunny as a pet?!?  Hmph.  

Back to try to catch my own in the yard.

As I said before, there had better be  cake tomorrow.  And party hats.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tomorrow is GOTCHA DAY!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/567219</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Mar 2009 06:00:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's right folks, almost three years in this crazy house!!!  Tomorrow is the big day!

Mom tried ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right folks, almost three years in this crazy house!!!  Tomorrow is the big day!

Mom tried to keep up with the 12 days of gotcha day, but didn't update my diary each day.  I guess I'll give her a break since she was sick this week.  She did stay home from work on Monday since she was sick and it was snowing.  She toughed it out at work Tuesday, went to the Dr. on Wenesday and felt better on Thursday.  So, you see...instead of investing her energy into my diary, she invested her energy into getting better and now she is in tip top shape for GOTCHA DAY!!!!  

Mom is off from work today.  She has a big list of things to do.  I peeked and at the bottom of the list, I saw "Pet Quarters:  dog food, lots of stuff to celebrate.  iParty:  party hats and supplies"

WOOHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Congrats Gracie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/566904</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Mar 2009 03:14:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/566904</guid>
		<description>My dear friend Gracie is a diary pick of the day!!!  She is a beautiful Chow mix and she has a very  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My dear friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493364">Gracie</a> is a diary pick of the day!!!  She is a beautiful Chow mix and she has a very funny diary!  I am so glad she is being recognized today!

But, in an effort to dampen her spotlight (which will NEVER happen!), her brother <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493145">Mozart</a> is also a diary pick of the day!   Hmph.  Well, Gracie, at least <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/767265">Wolfie</a> is not being recognized today, BOL!   Oh, and Gracie, with all the pupparazzi that will be around your house today on YOUR day of fame, I would suggest that today is NOT a good day for <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493364/diary/The_life_of_a_true_pasha/563982">this</a>.  BOL!

p.s.  If you are reading this and you are not friends with this family, you should be!  They are great!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm on to you Izzy....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/565817</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Mar 2009 05:12:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You know how Izzy is planning on taking over the world?   

I think I know where her secret hideou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know how <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061">Izzy</a> is planning on taking over the world?   

I think I know where her secret hideout is for all the planning....


Mom was watching the news this morning and the school closings are scrolling across the bottom of the screen.  That's when we saw it.  If Izzy was going to have a secret hide out to draw up her plans, wouldn't it make sense that it would be in.....

EFFINGHAM, NH?

Yeah, that's right, Effingham!!!  Apparently it's a real place, right here in my very own state and I didn't even know it!  

I'm on to you Izzy....I'm on to you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Insulting my intelligence.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/565679</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Mar 2009 15:55:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As previously stated, mom left me home alone last night whilst she went out gallavanting with her fr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As previously stated, mom left me home alone last night whilst she went out gallavanting with her friends.  <i>Apparently</i> mom and dad went to Hank's house.  Hank is a dog I have met a couple of times.  He's a good dog and minds his business, but he is a silly dog and likes to play.  <i>Apparently</i> he entertained the masses last night by chasing  a little red dot all around the house.  Everyone thought it was so funny and Hank's mom gave my mom a red-dot maker to take home for me.   Mom was all excited and took it out of the package.  She shined the light on the floor.  I looked at it, looked at mom, and turned around and walked away.  Mom shined the dot in front of me and I gave her the "What the Woof do you want me to do with that thing?" look.  I turned my nose up and walked out of the room.

She tried it three more times and I entertained her malarky once my pawing the red dot.  Then I walked into my crate and plopped down with my back to mom.  She had the nerve to shine the dot into my crate.  

Really, did she really expect me to fall for that?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the sixth (and seventh) day of Gotcha Day, My Mommy Gave to me....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/565677</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 1 Mar 2009 15:45:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was the sixth day of gotcha day.  We had a wonderful day, lounging around the house chilli ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was the sixth day of gotcha day.  We had a wonderful day, lounging around the house chilling out.  Mom made French toast and gave me some with my breakfast.  Yummy!  Then, they left.  That's right, they left me home alone on the sixth day of gotcha day while they went out gallavanting with their friends.  Hmph.

Today is the seventh day of Gotcha Day.  Now the real countdown begins.  Today was another great day.  Me, mom and dad slept in nice and late.  I woke up finally and had some breakfast and next thing I know, we are going for a car ride!  The whole family!  We did some errands and then it started to SNOW!  Mom said she watched the weather and we are going to get hammered with snow.  The weather man said that it's going to snow from now until Tuesday.  We are going to get 15+ inches!  WHOA!  Mom's going to measure me a little later to see if that would be over my head.  I think its going to be up to my chest, but not over my head.   Boy do I wish that mom had some sense of height.  She is so bad at estimating.

OH!  On the Seventh Day of Gotcha Day, I got a munchkin at the Dunkin Donuts drive thru and a Kong stuffed with cream cheese and kibble!!!  WOOHOO!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the fourth (and fifth) day of Gotcha Day, My Mommy Gave to me....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/565112</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 18:35:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's was completely slacking last night and didn't update my diary last night.  I don't care if she ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's was completely slacking last night and didn't update my diary last night.  I don't care if she's sick...things need to get done!  Anywho, on the fourth day of gotcha day, I got rotisserie chicken!!!! I don't know how much or how many.  All I know is that it was deeeeelicious!

On the fifth day of gotcha day, my mommy gave to me......

THAAAAAA

DOUBLE YOU

DOUBLE YOU 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

That's right....the WWE!  Instead of watching it on the couch where there is no room for me, mom moved the partay into the bedroom where there is room for me on the bed and we all watched (still are watching) wrestling!  I am shocked and appalled though... Vladimir Koslov beat the house favorite...The Undertaker.  So sad.  On the upside, local hero John Cena is back on Smackdown after a two year hiatus.  We are pretty happy about that.  We love him!  He's going to wrestle the Big Show.  Tough match, but we think Cena can do it.  Goooo Cena!!!

Tommorrow is the 6th day of gotcha day.  It had bette be good since I am spending the commercials playing nurse Chipper.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the third day of Gotcha Day, My Mommy Gave to me....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/564532</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 18:29:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well....dad didn't join us for doggy school tonight, so no McDonalds on the way home.  I was pretty  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well....dad didn't join us for doggy school tonight, so no McDonalds on the way home.  I was pretty P.O.ed on the way home and wouldn't talk to mom for a little while.  I just sat there and gave mom dirty looks.  When I got home, I discovered that Dad didn't let me down....he ordered dinner for me (and mom too, I suppose).  He shared his pizza with me and gave me "Three Pizza Crusts!!!!!"  WOOHOO!!!


So about doggy class....I was "full of piss and vinegar" according to mom.  I pulled mom straight to the car...I knew where we were going and no one was holding me back.  I was happy, my tail was waggy.  I wanted to sniff everyone and even let another dog sniff me.    I listened to mom and I was having a grand old time.  I was a little peeved off on the way home over the McDonald's incident, but when we got home, I was bouncing off the walls trying to get pizza and chicken fingers.  I put my head right on daddy's lap and sniffed his sub.  Yummy!  

All of a sudden, I crashed.  I crashed hard core.  Next thing I knew, I was on my side, out like a light, snoring away!  BOL!  I am SOOOOO ready for bed!  I will think of something for day 4 of gotcha day.   I highly doubt 4 calling birds are going to happen since none of the other birds on my list have panned out, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Forgot to say....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/564209</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 18:36:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>THANK YOU HQ!!!!   I cannot believe that I am diary pick again today!!!  Thank you!!!!  

Thank yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ THANK YOU HQ!!!!   I cannot believe that I am diary pick again today!!!  Thank you!!!!  

Thank you to my pals who have sent me presents, p-mails and friend requests!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the second day of Gotcha Day, My Mommy Gave to me....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/564195</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 17:50:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Two Snowy Gloves!!!  Yup, that's right even in the freakin cold, we had a mini snowball fight!  Then ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Two Snowy Gloves!!!  Yup, that's right even in the freakin cold, we had a mini snowball fight!  Then we hustled home because my very own breath turned against me and I was growing moustachecicles.

Tomorrow will be the third day of gotcha day.  Three French hens would be delish, but mom has no idea where to find them.  I suggested three Cornish hens, but mom said that's not going to work either.  

Hmmmm......tomorrow night is doggy school night....

There is the potential that dad will stop at McDonalds on the way home.....

That's IT!!! Three French Fries!!!!  

Usually I only get one.  Tomorrow night, I wil require Three!  BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On the first day of Gotcha Day, My Mommy Gave to me....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563843</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 16:49:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, we tried for a Robin in a Pine Tree, but it didn't happen, BOL!   We woke up to six inches of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, we tried for a Robin in a Pine Tree, but it didn't happen, BOL!   We woke up to six inches of crunchy snow coating ice.  Very slippery and scary!  It was very, very windy and the snow was whipping around.  The plows came by and did their job on the streets, but since it had rained before it snowed, there was a thick coating of ice.  So the <i>other</i> plows came by and threw a boatload of salt on the road.  Mom said that it wasn't good for me to walk in it, so we abandoned the idea of a "Robin in a Pine Tree" and came home.

Tomorrow will be the second day of Gotcha Day...I would love "Two Turtledoves" but I don't think that's going to happen.  There are only the cooing-doves around here and it appears as though they have all flown south for the winter.   So maybe tomorrow will be "Two Snowy Gloves".   Yes, that's it!  Mom's gloves will get all snowy because she will make me snowballs to chase!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A couple more things today....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563549</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 18:09:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom almost got me to roll over.  She is tricking me by teasing me with cheese.  My back paw lifted o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom almost got me to roll over.  She is tricking me by teasing me with cheese.  My back paw lifted off the ground today and I almost rolled over.  But I wouldn't let it happen and I jumped right up and snagged the cheese, BOL!  Mom says that it's only a matter of time...I am so close.  That's what she thinks!!! Now that I know to just jump up and grab the cheese, that's what I'm going to do!

And.....the countdown has started.  13 days until my Gotcha Day!  I think we should celebrate it like the 12 days of Christmas.  We shall begin tomorrow with A Partridge in a Pear Tree!!!  I don't mind if there are minor substitutions such as a Robin in a Pine Tree.  That will do just fine!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snowballs!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563538</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 17:19:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's snowing full on Snowballs!!!  The great big flakes are falling!!  Those in snow-prone areas kno ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's snowing full on Snowballs!!!  The great big flakes are falling!!  Those in snow-prone areas know what I'm talking about,right?  Those really, really big flakes?!?  

Mom didn't think we were going to get accumulating snow tonight, despite the meteorologists predicting 5-8 inches.  Now mom thinks that she might be wrong and that those meterologists might just have "a freaking clue" about the weather.  Who knew?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I shoulda been a hound dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563478</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 13:36:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563478</guid>
		<description>It's raining out.  Everyone knows how I feel about the rain.  I don't like it.  But mom makes me go  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's raining out.  Everyone knows how I feel about the rain.  I don't like it.  But mom makes me go for walks in it anyways.   We got all suited up and mom put my blue jacket on me and off we went.   We crossed the street and I started pulling to sniff the snowbank.  Mom said "Leave It" so we moved on.

We moseyed on down the cul-de-sac and on the way back, I stopped to do my business.  Just as I was finishing up, Heidi, my neighbor dog came running over.  I said hello and sniffed.  I wasn't scared like I usually am.  She's much bigger than me and a little sniff happy if you know what I mean.   Mom thinks I was more confident because of my coat.  Like a power-cloak of sorts.  Anywho, Heidi's dad came over and said hello to us and took Heidi home because she almost ate my poo!!! EWWW!

Mom was pretty proud of me for being so good with Heidi, so she allowed me to sniff all around and run over to the snowbanks.   I pulled her over there and I was sniff-sniff-sniffing all around.  That's when mom saw it.  A dead squirrel on the snow in the woods just over the snowbank.  Mom said that it looked like something killed it.  It was not natural causes.  Being much shorter than mom, I could not see the squirrel.  I kept sniffing like crazy and finally mom said "Leave it".  So, I looked up at mom and told her to Wait a second.  I sniffed once again and lifted my leg and claimed that squirrel as MINE!   I will return to find him later.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Grooming, Cutlets and Roll Over</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563231</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 18:26:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the groomer's today and I got (even more) gorgeous!!   Just as I was leaving, my groomer J ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the groomer's today and I got (even more) gorgeous!!   Just as I was leaving, my groomer Jessica poked her head out from the back and put in a good word for me.  She told mom that I was a very good boy and that I behaved very well.  She also told mom that my fur was "thick" this time.  She said she got a whole bunch of fur off of me and that I am beautiful now.  I am so puffy and fluffy now!!  Simply mahvelous!!! 

When we came home, mom and dad went out to run some errands and I took a nap in my crate.  Once they came home, we all relaxed.  Finally mom decided that it was time to cook dinner and she made chicken cutlets!!!  Because she loves me so much, she left out the garlic and saved me two of them!  She seems convinced that I am going to "roll over" for her.  Have I told you guys about his mission?  OK, I'll tell it again....

Mom seems to think that she is going to teach me to roll over.  I do not like to expose my belly to the world except for two reasons:  

A.  To roll in the grass on a hot summer's day.
B.  Sometimes it becomes exposed when I am trying to lick "down there".  When I bend just right, my belly pokes out the other side.  Don't laugh!!!  You pups do it too and you know what I'm talking about!

Anywho, my trainer came up with this brilliant idea to get me to roll over.  So mom has been practicing for two weeks now.   So far I can lay down on my side and my front leg pops up off the ground.  Sometimes my back leg pops up, but I get scared and jump up and then we have to start over.   Mom says I'm going to do it, but we shall see about that one.....]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good news and not so good news</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/563118</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 11:45:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Holy Cow, I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  I am so grateful!  Thank you HQ!   What a wonderful ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Holy Cow, I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  I am so grateful!  Thank you HQ!   What a wonderful surprise today!  Thank you to all my pals who sent me presents and p-mails.  I really appreciate it! 

I do have an announcement of sorts to make.  Mom's big mouth got us into a little predicament last night on Dogster.  No big deal, but someone was not very nice to mom.  As a result, I had to take down my guestbook.  Hopefully it will be back soon, but for the time being, it is gone.  Also, mom says I can't accept any new pals that I don't know.   Maybe in time, but not right now.   There are a lot of dogs I know and trust, but I am not yet friends with.  Mom says I can be pals with them, like Siri and his family and Roscoe.  But others that I don't know yet will have to wait a little while for the smoke to blow over.  Have no fear, everything is just fine.    I am sorry to make you wait, and I would love to be pals with everyone.  So, I'm not ignoring you.  I apologize perfusely.  Mom is just trying to protect me and her.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trouble is looming....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/562962</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Feb 2009 18:18:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was a great day.  Mom had the day off and we slept in until 9:30 AM!!!  Mom got up to have som ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was a great day.  Mom had the day off and we slept in until 9:30 AM!!!  Mom got up to have some coffee, but I stayed in bed.  What can I say, I was a tired pup!   I finally got out of bed at about 10:3o and kindly requested some breakfast.

Me and mom lazed around the house until late afternoon and then we went for a walk, then a car ride.  We ran some errands and when we got home dad was home from work!   Me and mom went for another walk and now we are all lazing around watching wrestling.  

However, I overheard a conversation amongst the peeps that I have mixed feelings on.  It seems as though they have noticed a most beautiful scent around the house.  They said it smells like....DOG.  Wonderful!!  My plan is working!  Mom said that it should go away tomorrow because Chipper is going to the groomer.  EEK!   Turns out I am going to the groomer tomorrow!   I kind of like it there.  They let us dogs just hang out in the shop and some of the silly dogs play.  I get lots of cookies and pats from the lady folk there.  The only downfall is that somehow I always end up in the tub.  I don't know why.   Also, (gasp!) they express the glands, if you know what I mean!  

I do appreciate how I look once I am done.  My fur is really pretty and puffy and my ear hair is under control.  My britches are usually clipped back a little and my bum fur is a bit thinned out.  They also give me manly bandanas there.  All in all, it's not terrible, but EEK!  I just don't like it all that much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Spoiled?!?  Moi?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/562655</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:36:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to training class last night.  We were warming up with a little game of &quot;touch&quot;.  I am willin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to training class last night.  We were warming up with a little game of "touch".  I am willing to do such silly little games for one reason and one reason only:  Mom breaks out the good snacks for doggy school.  Hotdogs.  Liver.  Jerky.  Last night it was cheddar cheese.  Yum!! 

So I was bopping away slamming my nose into mom's hand every time she said "Touch!" and snagging a nice piece of smelly cheddar when my trainer came over.  He asked mom if he could try some.  Mom said "Sure!"  He held out his hand and said "Touch!"  I was a little nervous, but suddenly I ran  over and bopped his hand.  The little box clicked and he gave me a treat. 

Blech!  Yuck!  Patooooooey!  I have no idea what he was thinking, but for some reason he gave me (gasp!) a dry cookie.  I spit it out right on his shoe.

He seemed to think this was funny and laughed at me.  I sat right down and "pffffttt"ed right to his face.  I stomped my foot right on the ground.  "I demand a better treat for bopping your hand!!!"  I said.

He laughed again and said to mom "Did you see how he looked at me?  He cannot believe that I offered him dry food.  <i>Apparently</i> dry food is <i>below</i> him.   Can I have some of that cheese?"

Mom gave him a piece of cheese and we started all over.  

"Touch!"  
Bop!
Click!
CHEESE!!!  

We did that a few times and then he said "All done!  Boy is he spoiled!" and he walked away.  

That's right!  I am spoiled.  I am a working dog and as such I demand to be paid.  Well.  In cheese.  It is hard work to bop one's nose onto a human hand.  Besides, really it is a safety concern.  I have no idea where those hands have been and yet the humans expect me to bop those germ fests with my sacred nose?!?  Well, since I am taking my life in my hands and working hard to bop away, I demand a little extra sharp cheddar!  Really, is that asking too much?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blasphemy!  Lies!  Mistruths!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/561905</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:29:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/561905</guid>
		<description>I was muching on a bully stick tonight and I heard mom and dad talking.  This is what I heard:

Da ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was muching on a bully stick tonight and I heard mom and dad talking.  This is what I heard:

Dad:  Babe, I did not sleep well last night.
Mom: Why not?
Dad:  Chipper woke me up in the middle of the night.
Mom:  Oh my dog!  What did he do?  Did he kick you off the bed again?
Dad:  No.  He woke me up snoring!!! 
Mom: *busts out laughing*
Dad:  For real!!!  It was so loud!  Sounded like a freight train running through the bedroom!  
Mom: *laughs even harder*
Dad:  At first, I thought it was you.
Mom:  HEEEEEYYYY!!!  I don't snore!
Dad:  Oh yeah, OK.  Sure.  Anyways, he must have been dreaming because he would snore and then grumble and kick.  I just don't know what is going on in that little head of his.  I couldn't get back to sleep for an hour!
Mom:  That's the funniest stinking thing I have heard in a long time!! 

LIES!!! LIAR!!!  No way I snored that loud!  And even if I did...the couch was free dad.  If you don't like it, take a hike!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Valentine's Day Morning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/560547</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 09:16:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So far this Valentine's Day thing ROCKS!   It's noon and I am still in bed.  I haven't even thought  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So far this Valentine's Day thing ROCKS!   It's noon and I am still in bed.  I haven't even thought about moving since midnight.  Mom has offered to take me to potty, but I grumbled a big old "No Thanks" and burrowed further under the covers.  I spent the morning in bed with mom and dad while they had their coffee (mom) and hot cocoa (dad).    

I guess I have to get up soon though because me and dad are going shopping.  Dad won't tell mom what we are shopping for and neither will I.  Mom is going to her parents house, I suspect to visit Rocky, the evil kitty who wants to kill me.   She has some nerve going to visit him on Valentine's day.  Hmph.   All I know is that she better come home with presents.

To make this day even better, a whole ton of my Dogster friends have sent Valentine's day rosies and presents to me!  Thank you everyone!  You sure know how to make a pup feel loved!  Happy Valentine's Day everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Payback is a female dog.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/560364</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 18:16:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Early this morning, me and mom went for our morning walk.  The weather has been pretty funny here la ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Early this morning, me and mom went for our morning walk.  The weather has been pretty funny here lately.  Cold at night and just above freezing during the day.  That makes for.....THIN ICE.

So today, I was sniffing to find the right spot and my nose led me to some ice.  I must have stood still a little too long because I heard a snap, crackle and pop and I fell in right up to my knees!!!  I hippety hopped out of there and fell in for the next four or five steps!  Oh the horror!  I was miffed as it was, but then I looked at mom.  The bee-yotch was laughing at me!!!!  Unreal.

I shook it off as best I could.  I needed to act real tough because we were outside the house with the two golden retrievers and I knew they were looking out the window.  

As we were rounding the rest of the cul-de-sac, everytime I stepped on ice, I tippey toed.  I heard a couple of crackles and they scared the beans out of me each time.  Mom seemed to get a real kick out of that each and every time it happened.

Anywho...cut to our nighttime walk.  Haha...now I have the power.  See, now it is dark out and one cannot see the ice.  I had cleverly marked all of the thin ice areas with my "scent".  Mom was not so smart.  I led mom right to the scene of the crime.  She had no idea what was coming.  I was sniff sniff sniffing around and mom took a step forward and that's when it happened...

SNAP!

CRACKLE!!!

POPPITY POP POP!!!  

In she fell!!!  hahahaha!! Soaking wet sneakers!! Who's laughing now bee-yotch?!?  

That's right...ME!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Such a lucky dog!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/558776</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 9 Feb 2009 17:29:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WOOHOO!!!  I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thank you HQ!  I feel so special!  Thank you to al ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOOHOO!!!  I am a diary pick of the day today!!!  Thank you HQ!  I feel so special!  Thank you to all my friends who sent me presents and welcome to all my new friends I made today!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/558386</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Feb 2009 16:34:23 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I finally dragged my self out of bed once I heard mom rustling through a bag of kibble and jingling  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I finally dragged my self out of bed once I heard mom rustling through a bag of kibble and jingling car keys.  I got so excited that I forgot to eat my kibbles and just ate the cream cheese, which was hiding some medicine.  fooey!  fooled again!

Anywho, mom leashed me up and off we went on an adventure!  First we went to the pet store and bought me some more cookies.  Then we went to nana's house.  I ran up to the door when we got there and all of a sudden, psycho kitty (Rocky) came flying out of nowhere and attacked!  Good thing mom hadn't opened up the door yet!  He ran straight into the glass window trying to get me and turned into a kitty pancake, just like in the cartoons.  Once he brushed himself off, he jumped back up and started swinging.  I wasn't very scared though, because I know he doesn't have any claws.  And he was behind glass.  heehee....

I think he realized that I wasn't scared because he started hissing and showing me his teeth.  I got mad and barked and he puffed up and swatted the glass some more.  Mom had to call her dad to come out and get the little beast.  I was so worked up from the whole ordeal that mom put me back in the car to cool off after a quick jaunt around the block.

I never made it into nana's house since psycho kitty refused to go into kitty jail.  Obviously he is not sane enough for us to be in the same room together.

Mom came out finally and we were off to the beach!  We went up to Newcastle Commons and walked all over.  We walked in the snow, the sand, the water, the seaweed!  It was awesome!

Then mom traumatized me.  We went through the carwash.   Ugh.  That is so scary.  I have no idea what kind of monster swallows the car, but it must be a big one!  I look like <a id="img2672100724" +  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1219017058.jpg" onmouseover="document.getElementById('img2672100724').innerHTML = String.fromCharCode(60) + 'img src=http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467' + '498/467498_1219017058.jpg' + String.fromCharCode(62) + String.fromCharCode(60) + 'BR/' + String.fromCharCode(62) + 'this'">this</a> and <a id="img9250617713" +  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1219017180.jpg" onmouseover="document.getElementById('img9250617713').innerHTML = String.fromCharCode(60) + 'img src=http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467' + '498/467498_1219017180.jpg' + String.fromCharCode(62) + String.fromCharCode(60) + 'BR/' + String.fromCharCode(62) + 'this'">this</a> when we go through the carwash.  That's some scary stuff!

I am so exhausted now.  I can't wait for bedtime tonight!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Dog needs his beauty sleep...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/558203</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 8 Feb 2009 06:47:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I slept in mom and dad's bed last night.  I have been doing that a lot lately.  As it turns out, the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I slept in mom and dad's bed last night.  I have been doing that a lot lately.  As it turns out, the less I growl at dad, the more I get to sleep in the big bed.  

Anywho, I spent the night in there, taking up the whole middle of the bed and shoving mom and dad to the edges.  Some pups do this gradually over the course of the night.  Not me.  Right from the beginning.  Move over suckers!!!! 

Mom woke up at the ungodly hour of 7:00AM.  She got out of bed and made her coffee.  Now usually, I will join her on the couch for her coffee and get lots of pats.  Not today!  I wanted to sleep in with Dad.  I snoozed away until 9:15 when dad woke up.  He got up for a couple of seconds, grabbed his laptop and the TV remote and climbed back into bed!  My kind of morning.  

Mom came in at 9:30 and asked me if I needed to potty.  Heck no!  I can hold it!  

Then mom asked me if I wanted to take a car ride to nana's house.  Hmm...maybe.  Mom's getting ready now.  I wonder if it's really worth getting out of bed.  

Oh and mom was watching me sleep for a couple of minutes this morning.  Weird, I know.  She's so strange.  But apparently she caught me snoring.  In fact, I snored so loud, I woke myself up.  How embarassing!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>T. B. T. (Tagged by Tiberius)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/557740</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Feb 2009 18:03:06 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Welcome to the new edition of 2009 get to know your pals.... Copy this diary entry and paste into yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 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!!!!

<b>1. What color is your collar? </b>
It is a very preppy blue argyle with yellow bones on it.  But mom says that I'm getting a new one for Valentine's day.  She even got me pretty new tags with my digits on them.

<b>2. What kind of food do you eat? </b> 
Wellness Reduced Fat CORE

<b>3. What are your favorite treats? </b>
You name the meat and I'll eat it.  It can be cooked any way.  Roasted, baked, broiled, grilled, jerkied.  I really don't care, I'll eat it.  

<b>4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other??</b>
Does mom  count?

<b>5. Do you get Table Scraps? </b>
Yes.  Mostly in my Kong or as a dinner topper.

<b>6. What is your favorite toy? </b>
I really don't like toys, but I do have a couple of stuffies that I like.  Dad just gave me a stuffie giraffe and I carried him around in my mouth for a little while and then tucked him into my crate so he can't escape.  

<b>7. When is your Birthday? </b>
I won't tell mom.  I was picked up as a stray in New Orleans shortly after Hurricane Katrina.  My gotcha day is March 7, 2006 

<b>8. How many times a day do you get to eat? </b>
Two meals a day and a few snacks per day.

<b>9. Do you have a favorite color? </b>
Is food a color?   That would be my favorite.

<b>10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary? </b>
Sure do!

OK, now I am off to give four friends rosettes.  Beware...one may be coming your way!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No, no, no Beyonce.  That's not it.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/557717</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 6 Feb 2009 16:31:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom were listening to the radio today when we were out doing our errands.  This song came on  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom were listening to the radio today when we were out doing our errands.  This song came on and it was pretty catchy.  I'm sure you pups have heard it, it's the new Beyonce song.  The one that goes "All the single ladies, All the single ladies..."  It's a good booty shakin' song.

Anywho, Beyonce keeps singing, "If you like it, then you shouldda put a ring on it.  If you like it, then you shouldda put a ring on it.  Ohohoh, ohohoh.  Ohohoh, ohohoh.""  Over and over.  Well, I take objection to that.  I think Beyonce is wrong.   That is NOT how us pups show that we like something.  It should be:

"If you like it, then you shouldda put some pee on it.   If you like it, then you shouldda put some pee on it.   Ohohoh, ohohoh.  Ohohoh, ohohoh."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good days and bad days</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/557357</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 5 Feb 2009 16:23:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was a bad day.  I was abandoned home alone for extra long today because dad had to work late.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was a bad day.  I was abandoned home alone for extra long today because dad had to work late.  No good.  Tomorrow will be a good day.  Mom does not have to work!  But tomorrow will be a bad day.  I have to go to the vet and mom says I have to let the vampires steal my blood!!! 

But today is a good day.  Mom brought home chicken cordon bleu (for dad) and is baking it right now.  For those that don't know of the meal sent from heaven, it is chicken, rolled with ham, rolled with cheese, lightly breaded and baked!!!  Mom says I can have some!!!  But today is a bad day because mom brought home chicken florentine (for her) and is baking it right now.  Mom says I cannot have any because it has onions and garlic in it.  Beeyotch!

Today is a bad day because I am out of zealies.  I cannot give any of my friends presents.  But tomorrow will be a good day because mom says I may be able to buy some more to give all my friends big old red lips!!! 

Today is a good day because dad bought me a new stuffie.  It's a beanie baby giraffe.  It's perfect mouth size and I carried it around with me for a while.  He is now tucked safely in my crate where he cannot escape.

Yesterday was a good day because I finally went to doggy class after a brief hiatus due to foul weather Wednesdays.  But I have a feeling the next couple days will be questionable.  Mom wants to practice "Catch" and wants to throw treats at my face, like we learned in doggy school.  She seems to think that I should open my mouth and catch them, but they scare me and I close my eyes.  I have to admit that I caught a couple and I was a little proud of myself.  We shall see if this is an activity in which I would like to partake.  My opinion right now is Heck No!!!!  Just let me eat them off the floor or from your hand! Jeesh!

That's the latest update pups!! I have been tagged a couple of times and mom promises that we will catch up with them on our day off tomorrow.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Prison!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/556270</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Feb 2009 16:50:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's where I am right now!  Mom (the witch) put me in there during dinner tonight.  Seems she thin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's where I am right now!  Mom (the witch) put me in there during dinner tonight.  Seems she thinks that growling and woofing at dad while he is eating pizza isn't ok.  Whatever.  Hey, if you're going to put the food at nose level, then deal with the woofing and noseing of the pizza.

heeehee....I managed to snag my bully stick off the floor on the way to my crate.  Take that meany mom!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Gipped!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/555595</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 20:46:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As previously stated, we are watching the AKC/Eukanuba National Championship.  The &quot;non-sporting&quot; gr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As previously stated, we are watching the AKC/Eukanuba National Championship.  The "non-sporting" group was just up.  That my friends, beholds the Chow Chow.  May Li is a beautiful little cinnamon Chow.  She was  a good girl and let the judge poke and prod her.  When they were running around the ring for final judging, May Li didn't want to and kinda held up the line a little.  

The announcer said "And there's the Chow Chow, moving at her own pace."

YEAH!!!!  Way to represent the breed my friend!!! Right on!!!

Little May Li, however was gipped.  She only got third in the "non-sporting" group.  Fooey.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pretty sure that's not it dad....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/555545</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 18:11:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are watching the Eukanuba dog show.  Dad said...&quot;Hey, there's a Ufanland like the dog in our trai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are watching the Eukanuba dog show.  Dad said..."Hey, there's a Ufanland like the dog in our training class."

Mom:  "A what?"
Dad:  "A Ufanland. You know, that big black bas#*&d that outweighed his owner by 50 lbs and drooled all over?"
Mom: "You mean a Newfoundland?"
Dad:  "A what?"
Mom:  "A New.  Found.  Land."
Dad:  "Yes, a Neuterland."

Huh?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>He gets me.  He really gets me.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/555180</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 17:23:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and dad had Chinese food tonight.  Yummy!  I really wanted some and I was pawing dad's leg.  Mom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad had Chinese food tonight.  Yummy!  I really wanted some and I was pawing dad's leg.  Mom was getting irritated and threatened to put me in my crate if I didn't stop pestering dad.  Dad got a little irritated with mom and tried to explain my behavior to her.  This is how the conversation went:

Dad:  "Babe, leave him alone.  He's hungry"
Mom: "Yes, I know, but he shouldn't beg.  I'll feed him in a little while"
Dad: "You really should feed him now.  He hasn't eaten since breakfast."
Mom:  "He's always hungry and he'll always beg for more. It doesn't matter how much we give him to eat."
Dad:  "True, he is always hungry.  But, let me explain why.  It's a man thing.  You see food is all he's got.  Men really only ever think about two things:  Food and their nuts.  Poor little guy doesn't have any nuts, so all he has is food.  You really shouldn't deprive him of it for too long.  Really, it's all he's got."

That's right!  Now give me food!!! Lots of it!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Moustachecicles</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/554049</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 17:02:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's freaking freezing out.  Two morninings in a row, mom froze my face off.   She MADE me go for a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's freaking freezing out.  Two morninings in a row, mom froze my face off.   She MADE me go for a walk in the morning because she TOLD me that I had to poop.  Ummmm....who's bum is it?  So, we get all bundled up and start our walk.  Yesterday it was -2 degrees.  Today it was +1 degree.  

Half way through the walk, mom looked at me and my whole muzzle was white!  White whiskers, white lips and white nose!! EEK!  My very own breath turned against me and froze my face!  

Simply out of protest for the cold, I REFUSED to poop on my walk this morning.  That will teach her.

Oh, wait....help me here...how does that teach mom a lesson?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Steak 'n Cheese!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/553656</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:29:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night was Meatball night.  

Tonight....STEAK and freaking CHEESE!  

Mom made calzone on S ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night was Meatball night.  

Tonight....STEAK and freaking CHEESE!  

Mom made calzone on Saturday for movie night.  It was steak 'n cheese.  Tonight was left over night from all the good cooking from the weekend.  Mom was reheating the calzone for dad and all of a sudden, her hand dropped low and I heard the magic word.  "OK!"  That's all I had to hear! MINE!!! SCORE!!!   

Lucky for mom, I brought it right into the living room and chewed it right on the rug, drooling all along the way!  WOOHOO!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I forgot</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/553231</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 15:02:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/553231</guid>
		<description>I forgot to tell you my other present for being such a good boy with the golden at the park yesterda ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I forgot to tell you my other present for being such a good boy with the golden at the park yesterday.  On the way home, mom and dad stopped at Walgreens and bought me <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1232924286.jpg">this</a>!  He may be bigger than me, but a humpin' is in his future!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Meatballs</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/553106</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 09:28:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom made meatballs today.  I have seen her making them before and they always smelled so deelish!!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom made meatballs today.  I have seen her making them before and they always smelled so deelish!!  Mom always said I couldn't have any because the sauce is loaded with garlic and onions.  Well, dummy...did you ever think to save me some before they go in the sauce?!?

Yesterday, I was a very good boy at Wagon Hill.  There was an (illegally!) off-leash dog pestering me.  She/he kept jumping on me.  I let her/him live (even after the 4th time she/he jumped on me), so mom figured I deserved a treat today.  Mom was rolling the meatballs and she called me over.  Suddenly, she dropped a meatball into my food bowl!! Uncooked!!! DEELISH!!!  I tried doing all my tricks for more, but mom said no.

About an hour later, mom took the balls out of the oven.   She set 10 aside on a plate and put the rest in the sauce.   Next thing I know, she calls me over again and hands me a fully cooked meatball!!!  Mmmmm....Yuuuummmyyyy!!! 

Mom said she saved a bunch for me and they are going into my Kong at dinner time.  I.  Cannot.  Wait!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Weird</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/552607</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 19:00:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Back in December, we lost all of our fish in the power outage.  Poor little guys turned to fishcicle ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Back in December, we lost all of our fish in the power outage.  Poor little guys turned to fishcicles.   Mom fixed up the tank and gave it "treatments" since it had been without power and with dead fish for 5 days.  For Dad's birthday, mom brought him to the fish store and let him pick out all the fish he wanted.  It really was a gift for me too since one of my favorite activities is to sit and stare at the fish tank. It is my job to watch the fish and make sure they don't escape.  It's a real job.  One actually did jump out one day and I saved him by woofing until mom came over and put him back in the tank.  

Anywho, one of the fish dad picked out is a shark.  He's grey with black stripes.  Pretty cool.  But he's weird.   I have pronounced him dead at least 10 times since he has been here.  He just goes and lies in the corner and doesn't move.  Sometimes he tips on his side.  Then an hour later, he is up swimming around and loving life.  Mom says it's just the way he is.  He's been here for a few weeks already and he has done this a few times. He is in the corner on his side right now.  Weird.  I don't get him.  He makes my job as fishwatcher very difficult.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My day with mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/552596</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 18:32:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am feeling much better today.  I still coughed a little when I woke up this morning, but it wasn't ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am feeling much better today.  I still coughed a little when I woke up this morning, but it wasn't because I am sick.  You see, mom had the day off and apparently she was tired.  Because I had to wake her up at 10:15 AM!!!!  That's right, she slept past 8:00AM!!  I was hungry, had to potty and most importantly, needed some pats on my head.  We woke up and had coffee and breakfast and we were off!  We went to Staples, to the grocery store and a couple other errands.  It was a balmy 38 degrees outside, so mom let me come along.  Once we got home, I promptly sniffed all the groceries to make sure mom completed the list and we were off for a walk.  

We came back home and started to cook dinner. I like to help mom cook, but she won't let me.  She makes me sit in my crate so my fur doesn't get on the food.  I did supervise a little and made sure she boiled up the giblets that came with the chicken for me.  Mmmmm...chicken heart and livers! Yummy!

It was a great day and I am glad mom had the day off.  It almost makes up for her neglecting me all week and working late every night!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Look at my new friend!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/551809</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Jan 2009 17:28:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm her mini-me! Ellie

And everypup welcome Archie!  He may be just a little guy, but he is so cu ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm her mini-me! <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/806617">Ellie</a>

And everypup welcome <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/947406">Archie</a>!  He may be just a little guy, but he is so cute!  (so says mom, BOL! you all know how I personally feel about puppies!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oopsies....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/551065</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 16:05:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When we got home from the vet today, mom took me for a walk.  I did my business, but still wanted to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When we got home from the vet today, mom took me for a walk.  I did my business, but still wanted to walk a little.  Suddenly another #2 popped up and I squatted quick.  Little did I know that I had perfectly lined up "the area" with my leash.   Yup, that's right...pooped right on my leash!  It was not a nice solid one either.....

Now my leash is in quarantine in the sink with some detergent and a drop of bleach.  Oops...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A sick day for me and mom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/550901</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 09:53:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's home sick today.  She doesn't feel good.  I don't feel good either.  Mom sucked it up and brou ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's home sick today.  She doesn't feel good.  I don't feel good either.  Mom sucked it up and brought me to the vet this morning.  I got poked, but my temp is just fine.  My lungs sound OK, but the vet wanted me to take some medicines anyways.  She wanted to do x-rays, but mom said no.  In the end, what would the difference be?  I'd end up on medicines either way, so why put everyone (including mom's wallet) through the traumatic event of x-raying my chest.  Mom promised the vet that if I am not better by Wednesday she will bring me back for x-rays.  In the meantime, I am on antibiotics, mom is hopped up on Robitussin and we are both headed to bed for a noon time nap!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Here we go again.....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/550563</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 12:06:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm coughing.  Started this morning.  I am fine other than the coughing.  I'm still hungry, I'm not  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm coughing.  Started this morning.  I am fine other than the coughing.  I'm still hungry, I'm not extra tired and my nose isn't runny or anything.  But I am coughing.  

Mom has been running through the last couple of weeks to see if I could indeed really be sick (again).  Here is the evidence...

Exhibit A: Grooming 09Jan09....maybe another dog infected me
Exhibit B: Back to training 14Jan09...again, other dogs...hmmmm
Exhibit C: Freezing cold weather for the last two weeks
Exhibit D:  I have not told this story yet...mom froze my face off Friday.  It was -7F outside.  Mom had to go to work, so we went through our routine and went for a walk around the block.  1/2 way around the block, I did my business, jumped up and began hightailing it home.  When we got home, I finally turned to look at mom and my whole face was frosted over!  My nose, lips, ears and whiskers all turned white from my breath freezing to my fur!   UGH!  Too cold!  Mom tried to hug me to get me warm, but it didn't really help since she was a popsicle too!  

Mom is going to keep an eye on me and my couging.  If it gets bad, she says we are going to the vet for a pokin!  EEK!  I hope I stop coughing soon!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Minus 7</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/549825</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 03:13:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's how cold it is this morning.  Mom has the heat in the house on 72 and it's still cold in here ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's how cold it is this morning.  Mom has the heat in the house on 72 and it's still cold in here.  We are both under blankets.   It's so cold.  If mom thinks I am going for a walk this morning, she is CRAZY!  

P.S.  Mom is watching the news right now and the guy just said "It's bitterly cold outside.  Temperatures around the area range from -22 to -3 degrees.  We will be lucky to get into the lower teens today.  Boy do I feel bad for all the dog walkers out there!"]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged By Tetsuya!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/549039</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 18:27:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was tagged by Tetsuya!  Here are the rules: Write 7 things about yourself others may not know, the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/385177">Tetsuya</a>!  Here are the rules: Write 7 things about yourself others may not know, then tag 7 of your pals by paw-mail or rosette. Have fun! 

OK, I'm going to mix this up a little.  I am going to write 7 things I don't like...

1.  When dad thinks that he has the right to take up more than 1/10 of the bed.  Mom gets 1/2, I get 1/2 and dad gets the couch!  What is so difficult to understand there?

2.  When mom tries to make me walk next to her instead of in front of her.  I lead the way.  She is the follower.  Plain and simple.

3.  Hot, humid days.  Talk about bad fur days.

4.  Work.  I don't know what it is, but I don't like it.  I really don't get why mom leaves me every day for it.  It must be something like bully sticks.  I don't know.

5.  Puppies.  So bouncy and hyper and playful and cute....alright, they are tolerable, but they must be kept in line and I am just the pup to do it.  

6.  Noises outside my door.  They make me woof real loud.  I have a castle to protect after all.  Mom does not understand this, and I sometimes get in trouble for my woofing.

7.  Ice.  Grrrrr....tricky, slippery little bugger!!!  The worst is when it hides under snow.  Sometimes I slip on the ice and I hit my nose on the ground!  Despite mom's laughter, it is sooooo not funny!

Here are the 7 pals I choose to tag and why:

<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/480092">Murphy</a>  Because he is so cute (yeah, I'm man enough to say that about another dude!) and his Eagles are sooooo close to the Superbowl.
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061">Izzy</a> Because she is bored.
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/916720">Stewball</a> Because, do names really get any better than that???
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/937045">Peaches</a> Oh, what a cute little Chow girl!!! Everyone should be her friend since she is new to Dogster!  What are you waiting for?  Go NOW!
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/588647">Dylan</a> Because he is such a nice guy!
The other <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/800844">Dylan</a> Because he is so handsome!
<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493364">Gracie</a> Because she is another beautiful Chow girl and rules her pack like a good Chow should!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Snow day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/548299</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 15:57:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It snowed again last night.  Just about 10 inches or so.  We spent the day inside, keeping warm by t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It snowed again last night.  Just about 10 inches or so.  We spent the day inside, keeping warm by the fire.  Ok, so maybe it's not so much a fire...it's more of a candle.  Oh well, there's a flame and it looks pretty in the dark, BOL!

We have been watching football all day and just hanging out.  Finally mom took me for a walk and whew!  What a blast!  Mom tossed snowballs at me and I chased them.  I ate a whole bunch of snow and tracked a whole bunch of wildlife.  It's so much easier to track animals when you can see exactly where they stepped in the fresh snow, BOL!

On the way home, one of those huge trucks passed by us and threw sand and salt at us.  It covered the road from curb to curb with sand and salt.  Mom said "Uh oh Chippy, now your paws are going to get a bath when we get home."  No big deal, I can handle that.  But a few more steps towards home and I was limping!  Mom stopped us and I held my front paw up.  Mom threw down her gloves and checked out my paw.  I had a rock shoved in between my toes!  Owie!  A few more steps and I was limping again!  Mom stopped us again and this time my back leg was up.  Mom threw her gloves down again, but she didn't find any rocks.  I put my foot down and mom rubbed my leg.  It was all normal, so onward and forward.  No more limping.  But I did decide it was best to NOT walk in the road, so I climbed the snowbank and walked up there.  No salt up there!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Mine.  Mine all Mine!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/548002</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:08:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I finally got mom to upload some tunes onto my page.  She is not what I would consider &quot;technically  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I finally got mom to upload some tunes onto my page.  She is not what I would consider "technically saavy" by far.  But she did manage to get my theme song to play on my page.  It take a couple of seconds before it really gets going, but if you hang around long enough, you will be blessed with the sweet sounds of the most beautiful voices ever.  Oh and that Perry Ferrell guy sings too....

p.s. if you have trouble getting my page to load, please let me know.  as i said, mom is not exactly "technically saavy" and probably didn't do it right.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Talkin' to Sam</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/547603</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 9 Jan 2009 09:55:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My pal Sam is Diary of the Day!!  WOOHOO!  Congrats Sam!

Mom was checking out his page today and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My pal <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/877130">Sam</a> is Diary of the Day!!  WOOHOO!  Congrats Sam!

Mom was checking out his page today and she was watching his video of him protecting his family from well....him, BOL!  He was woofing away and suddenly I jumped up from my nap and started woofing back to him!  I woofed and woofed and when Sam's woofing stopped, I proceeded to try to find him.  First under the laptop, then under the couch, then the bathroom and then at the front door.  I couldn't find him anywhere, so I gave up and discovered mom laughing pretty hard at me.  

Not funny mom.  Not funny at all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Conundrum</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/546747</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 6 Jan 2009 17:49:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom's in the kitchen cleaning up. 

Dad's in the living room eating dinner.

I like mom to be wi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom's in the kitchen cleaning up. 

Dad's in the living room eating dinner.

I like mom to be within my line of sight at all times when she is home.  Dad has a chicken sandwich.  With Cheese.

You never know what could happpen if I look away from mom for even a second.
I won't even get a measley sniff of chicken if I stay in the kitchen.

What should I do?  Where should I go?  Mom?  Sandwich?  Mom?  Sandwich?

I am stumped.  It's a conundrum.  A predicament.  A sticky situation.  

I know!!!  I shall use that border collie that strangers always say they see in me and herd mom into the living room!! Then I can sniff the sandwich until dad gives me some AND keep an eye on mom!  

Genius!  I'm off to find out how to be a border collie!  Do you think Barnes and Noble has a copy of "Border Collies for Dummies" in stock?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Beee-Yotch!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/545874</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Jan 2009 10:22:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom just got home from a hike in the woods.  It was fantastic!  At one point, we were crossin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom just got home from a hike in the woods.  It was fantastic!  At one point, we were crossing an icy patch of the trail.  I was walking over it and I heard a snap, crackle and pop and I fell into the icy, muddy water under the ice!  It was only up to my knees, but still, it was cold and a little scary.

Ask me what mom did.  

Go ahead, ask!

Instead of helping me out and wiping my paws or checking to see if I got hurt...

She LAUGHED at me and said "See Chippy...that's why I let you go first!"

I only have one thing to say...

Ahem....

Beee-yotch!!!! 

p.s. pictures are coming soon...mom has a pot roast to tend to...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Traumatizing Walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/544882</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jan 2009 15:11:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As aforementioned, it is pretty cold here.  The thermometer says 12F, but the wind is whipping and i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As aforementioned, it is pretty cold here.  The thermometer says 12F, but the wind is whipping and it snowed the light fluffy snow yesterday, so it feels much colder than it really is.   Mom got all bundled up and we went for our walk.

We were 1/2 way through and I started to limp.  It was dark out, so mom shined the flashlight on my paws and found that they were covered in icicles.  My paw pad hair had gathered snow and ice and turned into hard little icicles!  Owie!  Mom cleaned them off with her gloves and we kept on keeping on.  This happend three times on the walk.  This is why I cannot skip grooming!   I need a day at the spa every five weeks for my manis!!!  

Then we were in the home stretch.  It was dark out and we on the main road in front of our house.  Cars go really fast there and the sidewalks are all snow covered, so we had to walk in the street.  We were rounding the corner to cross and all of a sudden, I was far away from mom.  My leash came off my harness!  Mom realized it and saw me getting closer to the street!  It was dark and I am a black doggie, so she did the only thing she knew how to do...

She tackled me!  

That's right, full on body slam!  Face in the pavement kind of thing!

She dragged me back to the side of the road and hooked me back up to my leash.  We have no idea what happened or how we got disconnected.  The leash is fine and I wasn't even pulling when I came undone.   I was right next to mom.  It's a mystery.  

When we got home, mom gave me kisses and wiped my paws with a nice warm washcloth and apologized for the body slam.   Mom tried to use the excuse that she couldn't just grab my collar or harness, because she had big old gloves on, but I'm not buying it.  She said it was for my own good, but I don't believe her.  I know how to cross a street!   It's just like playing Frogger, right?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ew.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/544826</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jan 2009 12:48:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night, mom put her hands on her face and made this god-awful noise.  It sounded like a freight  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night, mom put her hands on her face and made this god-awful noise.  It sounded like a freight train pulling through town.  It scared the bejeezus out of me, so I barked at mom.  Really loud. 

She looked at me and said "Don't worry Chip, I was just blowing my nose."  And she put her hand down where I could see and there was a tissue in it.

I jumped up and grabbed that tissue that made that god-awful noise and...

Ate it!

Yup, that's right!  I ate it!

Dad was horrified.  Mom just said:  ew.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy New Year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/544752</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 Jan 2009 10:02:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last year around this time, I made a resolution.  I vowed to keep my Dogster diary up to date and pa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last year around this time, I made a <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/The_chow_chow_chronicals/413136">resolution</a>.  I vowed to keep my Dogster diary up to date and pay some more attention to it.  I had been pretty lax up to that point.  So all year in 2008, I laid on the couch with mom and dictated my thoughts to her while she typed.  I met a whole bunch of new friends and to inspire me to keep going, HQ picked me as "Diary of the Day" on Feb 4, 2008!   

As a handsome reward for keeping my resolution for 2008, HQ has made me a daily diary pick on New Years Day!!!!  WOOHOO!! Thanks HQ!!!

I had a very happy New Years eve with my parents last night.  We all stayed home and just hung out.  We watched "Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve (with Ryan Seacrest)" and had a couple beers.  What a way to celebrate!  Mom gave both me and dad kisses at midnight and then we all went to bed, BOL! 

The celebrating continued today with a big breakfast of French Toast.  Yummy!  It's freakin freezing outside so mom cancelled our hike at Wagon Hill.  Instead we are going to hang out at home in our PJs all day! Sweet!

Happy New Year to all of my pals!  Thank you all for being such great pals!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Birthday Daddy!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/543452</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 06:32:26 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is day 6 of mom's mini-vacation.  It's also dad's birthday!  

Yesterday we went to mom's na ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is day 6 of mom's mini-vacation.  It's also dad's birthday!  

Yesterday we went to mom's nana's house for a birthday par-tay for dad.    Mom saw two big turkeys in the back yard and she wanted me to see them.  By the time we got leashed up and ran out back, the turkeys were far away and I was way too busy sniffing every inch of the back yard to even notice them.  Mom says I am silly and I would have loved to chase the turkeys, BOL!  

On the way home, we went to PetCo and bought dad his birthday gift...new fishies for our fish tank!!  Mom's not sure how, but somehow dad spent $75 on fishies, BOL!!  They do look beautiful in the tank.  There are two catfishes now and they are spunky!  I will have to keep my eye on them, just in case they jump out like the last one did.

Dad decided to sleep in this morning and he is still in bed at 9:30 AM!  As his faithful companion, I have decided to sleep along with him and refused to get up when mom did at 7:30AM.  Hey, someone's got to keep the birthday boy's legs warm, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sometimes...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/542785</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 07:27:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>When it's really quiet in my house
and I drift off into a nap 
on my Red Sox bed.....
I snore.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When it's really quiet in my house
and I drift off into a nap 
on my Red Sox bed.....
I snore.  



Really loud!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The day after HO HO HO!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/542580</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 14:30:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I hope all of my pals had a very merry Christmas and/or are still enjoying a very happy Hanukkah!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I hope all of my pals had a very merry Christmas and/or are still enjoying a very happy Hanukkah!

I myself had a very merry Christmas.   It was a very, very long day.  Me and mom packed up the car and picked dad up on Christmas Eve.  We drove down to Nana's house and picked up some yummy lobsters on the way!   We celebrated Christamas Eve the traditional Italian way:  7 fishes and lots of cocktails!  The kitties got locked up for Christmas eve dinner, so I got to eat with the family!  WOOHOO!!!  Us pets got our Secret Santa gifts on Christmas Eve.  I got a spiffy new fleece-lined raincoat from Nana and a polar bear bandana.  Mom tried them on me and I got very embarassed because everyone laughed at me.  I ran over to mom and buried my head in her chest until she took it off.  Mom says they only laughed because I am cute, but I was still embarassed.  I will try it on again tonight and take some pictures.  Secretly, I really do love it!

Me, mom and dad had a sleepover at Nana's and when we woke up in the morning, there was fresh banana bread and pumpkin bread, complete with cream cheese waiting for us!  I helped myself to a slice of banana bread (actually Uncle Mike gave it to me) and it was deeeeeelicious!  

Santa Paws came and visited the humans and left a whole bunch of presents and the humans also did a secret Santa.  There was wrapping paper galore!!  So much fun to rip up!  Mom put a bow on my head and I left it there for a long time.  I was totally wrapped up in the Christmas moment, BOL!

After the present-opening, we lounged around for  while and Papa cooked a big ol' prime rib!! Mmmmmmmm!!!!  It smelled so good!  I did not partake in the meat-eating though.  I was banished to the car as the kitties were free to enjoy the dinner this time.  Oh well, I needed a nap after all that present-opening!  

After dinner, it was off to Nana #2's house!  Turns out Santa Paws stopped by there too!  There were a whole bunch of presents there for me.  I let mom open them.  I chose to wait in the car since the little ear-pullers were there.  Dad calls them his neices, but they like to touch me and hug me and pull my ears, so I stay clear of them.  

We stayed there for a couple of hours and I had a wonderful nappy in the car.  It was well worth it because when we (finally) came home, Santa Paws had stopped by my house and left a 'nother whole pile of presents!  Once we settled in, we opened them up.  I got a soccer ball stuffie, a fox stuffie, a new Kong and two bags of treats!! Yummy!!! 

All that excitement was a little too much for me.  Me, mom and dad headed to bed around 7:30 and I zonked right out!   I was one tired pup!  I slept straight through the night until mom woke me up this morning at 9:00. 

Today we spent the day de-Christmas-ing the house.  My tree is outside and my stocking is packed away until next year.

Ho Ho Ho and what a merry Christmas it was!  I hope everyone had a happy day!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>WOOHOO!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/541772</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 10:35:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The vet just called and I do NOT have pneumonia!  She said my blood samples looked OK, indicating th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The vet just called and I do NOT have pneumonia!  She said my blood samples looked OK, indicating that it's probably just a small case of kennel cough, NOT pneumonia!!!  WOOHOO!!!  Thank you Santa Paws!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>To all my friends</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/541738</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 08:55:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You all really know how to make a pup feel loved!  Thank you so much for all of your well wishes and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You all really know how to make a pup feel loved!  Thank you so much for all of your well wishes and happy holiday thoughts!  Dogster is such a great place and I am so happy for such great friends!

I am feeling  a little better today.  I coughed once this morning, but not since.  I am very tired and I have been sleeping all day.  Mom thinks the meds have knocked the bejeesus out of both me and the infection.  

Mom took the day off form work and is cooking for Christmas.  We are having a wonderful day together and we are going to Nana's house tonight for a traditional Italian Christmas dinner of 7 fishes!  How fun!

To those who celebrate Christmas, I hope Santa Paws is good to all of you and you all get everything you ever wanted.  To my friends who are in the midst of celebrating Hanukkah, Happy Hanukkah to you!  Eight nights of presents!!! WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Throw away the humidifier!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/541721</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 08:11:32 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have found a much better method of humidifying my home!  Mom is getting ready for Christmas and is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have found a much better method of humidifying my home!  Mom is getting ready for Christmas and is baking a cheesecake.  She bakes it in a waterbath, and as it cooks, the steam comes out the oven and fills the house with cheesecake scent and humidity!  I say mom bakes one per day and humidifies my house every night!  Then, I shall eat the cheesecake!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get out!  I'm really sick?!?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/541461</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 14:43:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well....I went to the vet to get poked.  She poked me once and I tossed my hipes to the side and the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well....I went to the vet to get poked.  She poked me once and I tossed my hipes to the side and the thermometer went a flyin'!   But I didn't get out if it that easy because she re-poked.  Temp was normal.  Then she listened to my lungs and said they sounded "harsh and raspy".  She told mom that I may very well be sick indeed.  

The techs took me out back to have a picture of my insides taken.  I smiled pretty for the camera and they took two pictures.  And then I got poked again!  This time in my leg for my blood.

I was out back for a very long time.  Mom was starting to get worried.  Turns out the techs have to have the pictures approved by the doctor before I get off the table.  She was on the phone with another sick doggie, so I had to hang out for a while.  After a few minutes, they decided that since I was so handsome, there was no way I could take a bad picture, so they freed me! 

I ran back to mom as soon as they opened the door and began feverishly licking all that alcohol off of my beautiful fur.  How dare they leave me stinky and wet!  The doctor came in and showed mom my pictures.  I love how my doctor starts conversations with mom:  "I didn't see anything terrible!"  WOOHOO!!! Mom was thinking the worst while the doctor was gone!  It's funny what 5 minutes alone will do to your mind.

The doctor said it was good news and bad news:  

Good news:  My trachea is not collapsed right now, so that baby is holding up just fine.  And my heart, while still enlarged from the heartworms, has not worsened!  WOOHOO!  

Bad news:  My lungs are inflamed and irritated.  Uh ooooh...time for medicines.  

I have to take antibiotics and steroids.  And no grooming for me tomorrow, so I am going to be all stinky for Santa Paws.  Mom says that's ok, he will still love me.  

The other bad news:  I cost mom a few hundred bucks!  Thank dog she already bought my Christmas presents!   Take it outta the budget for daddy!! BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I will be violated tomorrow....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/541101</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 16:57:39 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's official.  I'm going to the doctor tomorrow at 3:30 PM.  Mom called them today and got me an ap ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's official.  I'm going to the doctor tomorrow at 3:30 PM.  Mom called them today and got me an appointment for a violation.  I just know the first thing they are going to do is poke me where it counts.  No fun.

I am coughing less today, but mom still wants to take me in.  I have a grooming appointment to get handsome for Santa Paws on Wednesday.  Mom says we need to confirm that I am not contagious before I go hang out with the other pups at the salon.  She is such a pain in my neck.  I'm fine, really.  Just a little coughy and what not.

BTW...it's freakin' freezing here!  The thermometer may say that it's 19F, but the wind is whipping and I heard the weather lady say we have wind chills of -10F!!  Yikes!  It was so cold out, mom and dad ordered a pizza for dinner and they are laying on the couch under blankies eating dinner, BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Uh Oh....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/540554</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 10:52:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have to figure out how to stop coughing.  I have been coughing for a few days now.  Normally mom d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have to figure out how to stop coughing.  I have been coughing for a few days now.  Normally mom doesn't worry if:

A.  I can sleep through the night
B.   My eyes don't get watery and squinty
C.  The attacks last less than a minute each
D.  I can walk from one room to the other without coughing.
E.  The coughs are not "productive"

Well....I did not sleep through the night.  I woke up three or four times coughing.  My eyes are quite squinty and they are starting to get a little watery.  The attacks are lasting a couple of minutes each and sometimes she has to hold me still and massage my shoulders and neck to end the attacks.  I cannot walk more than a few steps without coughing.  The coughs are not "productive" yet, so that is a good sign.

Mom started me on my cough supressants last night.  Mom promised the vet that if she has to give me more then 2 doses of cough supressants in 24 hours, she will bring me in to the vet for a check.  Mom has given me 3 doses since last night.  

Uh oooooohhhh....me thinks a butt pokin' is in my very near future!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The whole jar!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/540378</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 18:21:52 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After dinner, mom was making me a Kong.  She started to make it with some venison wet canned food an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After dinner, mom was making me a Kong.  She started to make it with some venison wet canned food and noticed that it looked a little funny.  Since I haven't been feeling well, she put the can in the freezer and is going to bring it to the vet on Monday for her to take a look.  I haven't been feeling well and it is possible that my food was no good....hmmm....

Anywho, mom got my other Kong and started stuffing it with peanutbutter.  She was scraping the bottom of the jar and I got a little impatient.  Mom gave me the Kong and said "What the he*&!" and then handed me the whole jar of peanutbutter!  Holy smokes!!!  I scooped that up and ran it right into my crate.  Sometimes mom's rock!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The calm in between the storms....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/540288</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 13:47:34 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It snowed like crazy last night!  We got about a foot.   I went out with mom and dad to shovel, but  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It snowed like crazy last night!  We got about a foot.   I went out with mom and dad to shovel, but I got bored pretty quick.  I'm not feeling well this weekend and I just wanted to go in and sleep in my bed.   Me and mom went for a quick walk in the snow and dad shoveled.   Mom boiled up a chicken and made soup out of it.  It smells fantastic in here and the soup is healing my cough.  I'm sleeping right next to the stove! :)

It hasn't stopped snowing yet.  It's "flurry-ing" according to mom.  It's supposed to flurry all night and then tomorrow....Nor-freaking-easter!  WOOHOO!!!!  This should make the Patriots game even funner to watch!  We are supposed to get another 10 inches tomorrow!  Loads of snow!  Perfect for Santa Paws and the reindeer!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/540041</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 17:53:50 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Oh boy!  We are getting a whole lotta snow today!  I knew something was up today when mom got out of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Oh boy!  We are getting a whole lotta snow today!  I knew something was up today when mom got out of bed at 4:45 AM.  She never gets up that early any more.  She gulped down a cup of coffee and off we went for an (extremely) early morning walk.  

Mom headed out to work at 6:30AM, which is much earlier than her usual 9:00 AM.  I was a little put off by the fact that I would most likely be in my crate for an extended period of time today.  I was not happy.   In fact, I was a little pouty.  But I settled in for a nap and waited.  

Well....soon enough, the door swung open and in came mom!  She took a half day and went in super early to beat the storm!  WOOHOO!!!  She leashed me up and we went for a lovely walk.  Halfway through the walk, it started snowing!  Just as we got back home, it really started to come down!  

It started to stick to the ground as soon as it started to snow.  For those pups who are not familiar with snow, that means it's the light, fluffy snow and it's not going to melt into rain or ice!  The ground is nice and frozen!   That kind of snow is perfect jumpin' snow!  It's not good snowman snow.

Me and mom settled in for the duration of the storm.  I took a nap and when I awoke, I thought I was still dreaming.  The whole house smelled like chicken.  Turns out mom had roasted a BFC (Big Fat Chicken or Big F'n Chicken...take your pick.).  BFCs are my favorite meal!  When dad came home, mom took the chicken out of the oven.  She took the legs off for dad, cut some white meat for her and stuffed my Kong with a big hunk of chicken breast!! WOOHOO!!!  That is the best ever!

Now dinner is over and we are relaxing in the living room.  Mom is dogstering, dad is googling and we are all watching Friday Night Smackdown.  Life is good!

So far, we have about 6 inches of snow or so.  The wind is whipping and shaking the house.  Mom and dad say we are going to have a lot of shoveling to do tomorrow.  I can't wait!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hellooooo Winter!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/539512</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 04:05:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Whew!  It's not even winter yet, but it sure feels like it!  As you all know, we were displaced from ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Whew!  It's not even winter yet, but it sure feels like it!  As you all know, we were displaced from our home for 5 days due to no power from the ice storm.  Yesterday it snowed ~5 inches and then turned to a nice icy crunchy snow.  (You know...the kind you step on and then fall in up to your man parts?!?)

Well....mom is watching the news right now and the weather lady just said that we are going to get whalloped with snow this weekend!  ~10 inches tomorrow and more on Saturday night/Sunday!!!   

Now, I like the snow now.  I like to dig in it and make it turn yellow, if you know what I mean. ;)  I also like to hang outside with mom and dad while they shovel a potty spot for me and dig out the cars.   There is nothing that I like more than climbing to the top of a snow bank and pooping right on top.  Watching mom chase the little poop balls to pick 'em up is hi-lar-i-ous!!!! 

Mom is going grocery shopping tonight to stock up.  All of our food is at Nana's house.  We brought it there last weekend during the outage.  We will be all set for the next set of storms.  As long as the power stays on, BOL!

Mom says that all this weathering is really putting a damper on her Christmas shopping.  I say, no big deal.  I already saw the PetCo bags come into the house!  That's all we need!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>HOME!!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/539046</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 17:59:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are home!!!!!  We have heat, hot water, running water, electricity and everything else!!!  I am s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are home!!!!!  We have heat, hot water, running water, electricity and everything else!!!  I am sooooo happy to be home!  I had a crazy day today...let me tell you all about it:

Last night mom and dad packed up the car with all of our stuff we brought to Nana's.  Including my crate.  I had a hard time saying good bye to it and I pouted for a while after it was gone.  But then mom invited me up on the bed and suddenly all was forgiven! 

Mom and dad woke up at 4:oo AM.  They got ready for work and we headed out from Nana's house at 4:30 AM.  We got some coffee, but Dunkin Donuts didn't have any donuts.  Figure that one out.  I don't get it.  Anywho, we drove up to our house and found out that it was still dark and cold.  No power.   

Dad jumped in the truck and went to work and me and mom went to mom's work.  Mom just couldn't leave me in the house all cold and freezing.   So I got to go to work with her!   Well....I got to sit in the car while she was at work, BOL!

Me and mom went to another Dunkin Donuts and got a bagel.  Still no donuts.  Hmph.  We drove to mom's work and went for  a walk.  Then we had breakfast and mom heated up the car for me.  She went in to work for a couple of hours and came out at lunch to visit me.  With her coworkers!!!!  I got to say hello to them and sniff them and Jessica patted me.  Me and mom went for a long walk, followed by a drive to McDonalds where we got chicken mcnuggets for lunch.  Yummy!!!

Mom left me again for a couple hours and I took a quick nappy.  When mom came out of work, we drove home and the lights were on!!!!  WOOHOO!!!  Dad unpacked the car while me and mom went for  a walk. 

Life is good now.  I have lights, heat, hot water, cold water, my crate is where it belongs and most importantly.....THERE ARE NO CATS HERE!!!!!!!    WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day 3/Night 4 of Sleepover at Nana's</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/538675</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:00:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are still here.  Dad went to the house today and there is still no power.  He said it's freakin'  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are still here.  Dad went to the house today and there is still no power.  He said it's freakin' freezin' in the house and really dark.  Our fish are all dead.  Fishcicles.  Mom's really sad about that.  Dad is very sad he lost his catfish.  I am too.  I saved that catfish's life one night when he jumped out of the tank.  I woofed at him until mom came over and put him back in.  Now he is dead.  Poor little guy. :(

We are all going to head home tomorrow and see if the power is on.  Mom has to go to work tomorrow so we are going to head back up to NH.  If the power still isn't on, it's back to Nana's house.  To make matters even worse, it's supposed to snow tomorrow.  Only 1-3 inches, but it's enough to make a mess.

So things have been interesting with the cats.  Bruschi keeps to herself and hangs out in the basement most of the day.  That's where she lives with Uncle Mike.  She's a scaredy cat and won't come upstairs when I am here.  She also doesn't get along with the other two cats.  Rocky tries to hump her. Poor little thing.

Bella keeps to herself and hangs out upstairs.  She is scared of me and runs away when she sees or smells me.  Since I am somewhat oblivious and she is very stealth, I have not seen her yet.

Rocky...ooooh Rocky.  He is the devil cat.  He wants to chase me.  We have had a couple of run ins, but nothing major.  Rocky sees me and runs towards me.  I freak out and bark and yell and he keeps coming!  Silly cat!  Mom, Nana and Aunt Adrienne have been doing a good job rotating the animals so everyone gets some free time in the house.  Rumor has it that when it's Rocky's free time in the house (ie not locked in his room), he sits outside the door of my room and stares at the door for hours.  He wants to see me.  Mom says no, he can't come in.  But he just sits there.  Staring.  All day.  Silly cat.  

I can't wait to go home where there are NO CATS!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day 2/Night 3 of Sleepover at Nana's</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/538283</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Dec 2008 18:05:55 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Not too much to report today.  We just lounged around the house relaxing all day.  I was up most of  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not too much to report today.  We just lounged around the house relaxing all day.  I was up most of the night coughing, but I am OK now.  Mom threatened to take me to the e-vet this morning and suddenly I was all better!  Magic!

I still cough a little, but after a day of relaxing, I am feeling much better.  

Mom called home our landlord and got a status update today.  He went over to the house and there is still no power.  He pumped out the basement (no sump pump without electric) and ran a generator for a little while to get the chill out of the house.  Not enough for us to move home yet, but good news none the less.  Mom also called the electric company and they are saying that we probably won't have power until at least Tuesday.  So we are staying another night at Nana's.  

One more day of rotations:  Chipper locked in prison while the cats play in the house and then lock up the cats while Chipper plays in the whole house.  If only we could get along, things would be so much easier.  But if that were the case, how would the humans spend their time and what would they talk about?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day 1/Night 2 of Sleepover at Nana's</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/538021</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 20:58:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a day!!!  Me, mom and dad are still displaced.  Still no power at home.  After breakfast, me, m ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a day!!!  Me, mom and dad are still displaced.  Still no power at home.  After breakfast, me, mom and dad went out to do some Christmas shopping.  We did a whole bunch of errands and even went to PetCo.  Where I met SANTA PAWS!!!  That's right!  I met him.  And...he patted me and gave me a cookie.  His elf tried to take a picture, but I was high-tailing it away from the scary man in red so it came out all blury.

When we came back home, I took a nap and we had a birthday party for uncle Mike.  All of this excitement was a little too much for me and now I don't feel well.  I have a cough and I am reeeeaaallly tired.  Mom gave me some tussin since we don't have my meds with us.   Mom is kicking herself for not bringing my whole basket.  She didn't even think of it.  Hopefully I will feel better soon after a long night's sleep.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's a sleepover!!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/537728</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:50:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday was terrible weather in New Hampshire.  It was kinda rainy, kinda icy.   When we went to b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday was terrible weather in New Hampshire.  It was kinda rainy, kinda icy.   When we went to bed, it was raining.  Apparently all of that rain froze onto the trees.  And then all of the trees fell down.

I was sleeping soundly in the bed with mom and dad when everything turned off.  Now, you would think that there wouldn't be too much running when we were sleeping, but apparently there's a lot!  My fan and humidifier stopped.  The fish tank stopped, the clocks turned off.  But most importantly, the heat turned off.  Ugh!  Me, mom and dad cuddled a little closer and went right back to sleep.

Dad woke up in the morning and went to work as usual.  The power was still off, so me and mom went back to sleep.  After all, there was no coffee to drink.  We were sleeping soundly when the door opened.  There was daddy!  Turns out his plant had no power and they sent him home for the day!  It was really starting to get cold in our house though.  Dad went back to bed and mom was planning on joining him.  Until she heard my belly monster.   Next thing I knew we were off for a walk in the icy rain.  Turns out the road weren't that bad, but there was ice EVERYWHERE!  It freaked me out a little, especially when it fell off the trees and onto the ground and breaks into a million little peices.

Mom decided to go to work.  You see, the phones didn't work, e-mail didn't work and the cell phones didn't work.  How was she supposed to call in?  So, she headed out at 8:45 to work.  She called the electric company and found out that we would not have power for 1-3 days MINIMUM!!!!  She called her mom to see if we could have a sleepover.  Of course she said yes, so off we went!  Mom left work early and came home to pack us up.

Me, dad and mom moved in with mom's parents tonight.  This is going to be fun!  Seven adults, three cats and one dog all under one roof!  BOL!  Mom's not sure how long we will be here, but we packed enough to stay for a week.

Mom is concerned that our fish may not make it.  It's pretty cold out and they don't have their heater working.  We couldn't take them with us, as they surely would have died along the ride and in their little carrier for three days.  I hope they are OK.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Ouchie!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/537193</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 04:35:42 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got my lip pierced today.  Yup that's right....pierced!  

I was sniffin around for just the rig ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got my lip pierced today.  Yup that's right....pierced!  

I was sniffin around for just the right place to...well, you know what... and a bush bit me!!  Right in the lip!  I sqealed and yelped and jumped backwards and growled at the bush.  Mom said "What the heck happned Chip?"

I looked at her and then she saw it.  A big old thorn hanging out of my right lip! Owwweeee!!!!  

Mom popped it right out, and I tried to play if off like it was no big deal, but man!  It hurt!  

I am now trying to convince mom that we should put a little gold hoop through the hole so I can be one tough gangsta dawg!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Simply Adorable, but needs help!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536810</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:18:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I made a new friend last night.  A new pup is coming up to New England to live in her new furever ho ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I made a new friend last night.  A new pup is coming up to New England to live in her new furever home.  She doesn't have a name yet, but she is the cutest little-but-soon-to-be-very-very-big girl!  Check <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/929816">her</a> out and be her friend!  I am her only friend right now!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Day of Fame</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536710</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Dec 2008 16:30:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536710</guid>
		<description>Well, I didn't get any presents today from mom.  Bodhi's pack and Raja and Nali gave me pawesome gif ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I didn't get any presents today from mom.  Bodhi's pack and Raja and Nali gave me pawesome gifts today to commemorate my big day.  Thanks guys!!! 

I was chillin all alone in my crate today, patiently waiting dad to come home.  Lo and behold, mom walked through the door at 2:30!!!  That's wicked early!  Mom says she didn't leave early to celebrate my big day, but I know she did.  She came in and leashed me up and off we went!  Errands galore!  Lots of driving, walking and people watching.  I love running errands! 

By the time I got home I was bushed and STARVING!  (These people never feed me!)  So, I followed mom all around the house pawing her legs until she broke out the kibble.  I woofed that down and began begging dad for his Cheddar Fries.  He wouldn't budge, so mom gave me a Moo Tube to celebrate my big day.  I chomped on that for a while, but I fell asleep half way through.  

I think I'll take a nap for a little while.  And then finish off that Moo Tube!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Daily Diary Pick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536481</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 9 Dec 2008 03:25:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536481</guid>
		<description>OH.  MY.  DOG!!!   I am one of the daily diary picks for today!!!  Thank you HQ!

Mom has to work  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ OH.  MY.  DOG!!!   I am one of the daily diary picks for today!!!  Thank you HQ!

Mom has to work today so I will be spending my big day home alone.  I expect mom will be bringing me home a big present and lotsa cookies tonight to celebrate my big achievement.  I'll keep you posted.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I want some too!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536364</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 8 Dec 2008 17:17:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/536364</guid>
		<description>Mom and dad have a new habit.  I LOVE IT!  

Ever since we got new furniture last spring mom and d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad have a new habit.  I LOVE IT!  

Ever since we got new furniture last spring mom and dad have developed a new habit.  They have started to eat dinner in the living room.  I know, I know...totally the opposite of what you would think.  New furniture should mean no eating, right?  Nope.  Not my mom and dad!

They ordered out tonight and they are sitting in the living room.  Dad has a steak and cheese sub and mom has chicken fingers!  Mmm Mmm Mmmm MMM MMMMMM!!!!!  I have three words mom:

GIVE ME SOME!!!  

I tried very, very hard to look sweet and innocent, but it's not working.  So, I had to take matters into my own hands.  Mom put her CFs on the ottoman.   PERFECT!  Nose-height!

In the words of <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/710533">Ella</a> "OM NOM NOM!

That's right puppers!  I stole one!  I even gave up my bully stick for it.  It was delish!  Now I am back to my bully stick.  It has been a gret night!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Rumor has it...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/535631</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Dec 2008 17:50:29 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/535631</guid>
		<description>When I wake up tomorrow morning, there is supposed to be snow on the ground.  Mom said the weather-l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ When I wake up tomorrow morning, there is supposed to be snow on the ground.  Mom said the weather-lady told her this morning while I was sleeping in.

Mom's curious to see how I react to the snow this year.  My first year here, I did not like the snow.  It was cold on my toes and it was slippery.  I slipped and fell on the ice a couple of times and I jumped up and growled at the ice and stomped on it!  That will show it!

Last winter, I didn't mind the snow.  In fact, I kinda liked it.  I dug holes in it and hippety-hopped all through it.  When mom and dad had to shovel the walkway, I went out with them and helped.  I didn't even get mad when mom threw a shovelfull of snow on me.  

We shall see tomorrow.  Mom says we are only supposed to get an inch or two, but it will be snow none-the-less.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There is simply no reason</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/535462</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 6 Dec 2008 07:12:53 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/535462</guid>
		<description>For me to get out of bed today.  I have had a long week and I am comfy in the bed.  There is no reas ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ For me to get out of bed today.  I have had a long week and I am comfy in the bed.  There is no reason to get up.

Me and mom had a "Chipper and mom" night last night.  We sent daddy out to a concert and since it was far away, he stayed over night.  Me and mom spent good quality time last night watching movies and TV and snuggling in bed.  

I liked it so much that I don't want it to be over!   I am still in bed at 10:05AM.   I have not left the bed since 9:00PM last night!!!  BOL!

Mom got up at 7:00AM and made some coffee and had some toast, but I wouldn't budge.  Mom asked me if I needed to potty.  Is she crazy!?!   It's cold outside, but nice and warm in bed!  I'm staying right here!   Mom asked it I wanted breakfast.  I said "Sure, nothing better than breakfast in bed!"  

But mom wouldn't do it.

Eventually she climbed back into bed with me to watch the morning news, but I think she's going to make me get up soon.  She said something about bladder explosion and toxic toots.  She said a walk is in my very near future, but I don't wanna!  I wanna stay in bed all day!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm such a lucky pup!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533633</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 17:41:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thank you to all of my pals who signed my guest book and left me presents under my virtual Christmas ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thank you to all of my pals who signed my guest book and left me presents under my virtual Christmas Tree!!!  I feel so loved!!!  Thank you!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I soooo didn't do it!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533484</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 09:38:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Me and mom were sleeping in this morning.  Dad came in right when mom was beginning to stir.  Mom ne ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Me and mom were sleeping in this morning.  Dad came in right when mom was beginning to stir.  Mom never sleeps later than dad, but she must have ben really tired.  So dad came in and said "Don't go in the living room.  Keep Chip in here."  Okey dokey!!  I stretched right out and put my head on mom's belly for pats.  

Turns out that the Christmas tree tipped over AGAIN last night.  This time it must have tipped over hard because there was broken bulbs all over the floor.  Glass everywhere.  

Mom felt bad and got up to help daddy (before her morning coffee, YIKES!) while I stayed in bed.   I hid under the covers when the brought out the beast (aka the vacuum).   The uprighted the tree and discussed tying it to the wall.   Mom's going to by some fishing line today so they can tie the tree up.  Never a dull moment here.

Luckily none of my ornaments got broken.  Just some of the plain balls.  One of mom's favorites broke a little but she's going to glue it back together.  Just the hangey-thingy fell off.  Ugh, what a mess!!  Glad I got to stay in bed!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Go Fix Your Bush!&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533266</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 15:54:02 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533266</guid>
		<description>That's what daddy said to mommy after dinner when he noticed the Christmas tree was in motion...agai ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what daddy said to mommy after dinner when he noticed the Christmas tree was in motion...again.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two BOL's today!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533209</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 12:33:49 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/533209</guid>
		<description>I got a big ol' Christmas tree today!  Yup, a real tree IN my house!!!  WOOHOO!!!!  So me, mom and d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got a big ol' Christmas tree today!  Yup, a real tree IN my house!!!  WOOHOO!!!!  So me, mom and dad were sitting in the living room.  Dad's playing Playstation 3 and mom is Dogstering.  I am laying on my bed chewing my bully stick.  We are all minding our own business when......

The Christmas Tree fell over on Dad!!!!  BOL!!!  Fully decorated!!  Just tipped right over!  BOL!!!  Mom jumped up and stood it back up, but dad was not happy!   Dad held the tree up while mom "tightened" it on it's trunk.  Hope it stays now! 

The other BOL thing that happened today is that mom put a guest book on my Dogster page today.  That in and of itself is not BOL-able.  But the fact that it is just me on there right now all by my onesies flashing up and saying hello to myself on my page is pretty BOL-able!  Silly mom.  Doesn't take too much to entertain her.  

If you pups get a chance, can you please sign my guest book?  Thanks!! You pups are the best!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Thanksgiving</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/532865</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 08:10:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What a wonderful day!  Me, mom and dad packed up the car and headed out for our Thanksgiving journey ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a wonderful day!  Me, mom and dad packed up the car and headed out for our Thanksgiving journey bright and early (11:00AM).  First we went to Nana #1's house.  Mom told me to wait in the car for a little while.  Nana #1 is a little afraid of dogs and unfortunatley she read a very bad article on Chow Chows.  Hmph.  We do OK together, but mom said I had to wait to come in until after dinner.  Fine.  I knew dinner #2 was waiting at Nana #2's house. 

Truth is, I never made it into Nana #1's house.  Just as dinner was finishing up, the little people showed up.  They are only 2 and 4 and they are really into ear tugging and hugging and (gasp!) hitting.  Mom figured it was best that I waited in the car some more.  That's was OK with me since there was  a dog next door for me to stare at and occasionally woof at.  Soon mom and dad came out and it was off to Nana #2's house!

At Nana #2's house, I went for a long walkie with mom.  When we came back, I went in and OH MY DOG!!!  The smells were fantastic!!!  Turkey, pies, potatoes, cookies and...........CATS!!!!!  Nana has 3 of 'em!  I know they are there, but I frequently have a hard time finding them.  I got straight to work cleaning up the kitchen floor from all the turkey dropsies and settled in the dining room for dessert with the fam.   That's when it happend.  Rocky (the big fat cat) poked his head into the dining room!   OH MY DOG!! I was off like a prom dress!  Barking and woofing and running!   

But I wasn't moving.

I didn't get it....my legs were moving a million miles a minute and I was in a full run.  But not moving.  What the woof?

Turns out mom had grabbed my leash to hold me back.  Since nana has hard wood floors, my paws were just slipping back and forth like a little treadmill!   Everyone thought it was the funniest thing.  Laugh all you want people!! There is a cat in here!   

The stupid cat finally ran upstairs to hide. Yeah, that's right kitty!! This is my Thanksgiving!  Gets to steppin!  And don't come back!

I finally calmed down and mom gave me a peanutbutter cookie.  Rocky made two more appearances and each time I ran, but didn't move.  Unfortunatley, mom's pretty good with that leash.  Hmph to her.

I got two more peanut butter cookies and some apple turnover.  The to teach Rocky a lesson, I chewed two of his cat balls, pulled the treats out of his treat-dispesing ball and ripped apart his stuffy.  And I don't even like toys.  That'll teach him!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A poem from my friend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/532314</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 18:19:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My friend Gigi wrote a poem for me and it's so wonderful, I would like to share it with all! 

Chi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/502673">Gigi</a> wrote a poem for me and it's so wonderful, I would like to share it with all! 

<b>Chipper the Poem</b>
Chipper is a handsome boy
He's so cute I'd share my toy

Those fluffy ears I can't ignore
I can't believe I haven't seen them before

Like my sister, little roo
he plays with toys and likes to chew

on his tug a jug for a treat
getting one out is quite a feat.

Just like me from the shelter he came
I wonder if they gave him his name?

Chippers our pal and we wish him this day
years and years of happy play. 

Thank you Gigi!! I love it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A very exciting morning</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/532093</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 09:41:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/532093</guid>
		<description>Mom tricked me today.  She got up early (5:30AM) which is when she normally wakes up to go to work.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom tricked me today.  She got up early (5:30AM) which is when she normally wakes up to go to work.  She made coffee and kissed daddy goodbye, since he was going to work.  I instantly got mad and pouted in the corner because I though mom was going to work too.  She is supposed to have the whole week off!!  Turns out mom was just getting up early so we could go on a hike!!!!  WOOHOO!!!!   I have never been more excited!  

On the way to the woods, we stopped by Kohl's so mom could by a new get up for Thanksgiving.  At least that's what she told me.  Turns out she went into Kohl's to rob the joint!!  I was patiently waiting her return to the car and I saw her come out the door with two big bags.  Suddenly, the lights started flashing and the alarms went off!!!  I ducked down low so no one would see me.  How embarassing!!!   A lady came out and took mom back into the store.  She checked the jeans mom bought for "tags" and told mom "If they go off again, just keep walking."  Huh?  Did you even check mom's Mary Poppins-sized purse?  She could have filled that thing with loot and you're not even checking!! Mom said OK and headed back out to the car.  Horns, sirens and flashing lights AGAIN!  Ugh, the embarassment.  Mom just laughed and kept walking as instructed.   She got in the car and said "If they're only going to check the bags of stuff I actually paid for, what's the point in the alarms?"  I was mortified, but she's kinda right.   

I managed to recover from the embarassment of mom's Kohl's behavior as soon as she put the blinker on to turn into Wagon Hill.  OH.  MY.  DOG!!  I hippety hopped all over the car and AROOOOOed like a mad man.  Me and mom walked both trails and chased a ton of squirrels.  Thanks to yesterday's storm, there was a ton of mud and a ton of wetness.  Mom's shoes were getting wet and she kept slipping in the mud.  She never actually fell, but she came close.  We got to a point in the trail where the trail was covered by a ginormous puddle.  There were some logs in the puddle and me and mom decided to hop our way across on the logs.  

Mom missed.

And she landed in the puddle.  Which was up to her knees.  Heeeheee!!!  Soaked!!!

Like a trooper, she continued the hike and stopped avioding the puddles.  We stomped right through them!!!  How fun!!

When we got back to the car, mom realized that we both stunk like low tide from the oceany mud.  So our trip to the pet store didn't happen.  

Mom told me on the way home that she wishes she lifted some sneakers, socks and sweatpants from Kohl's.   She says they never would have known.   Ugh.  Moms.  There's just no teaching them.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Drats!  Foiled again!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/531877</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 17:08:28 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had the bestest plans for today.  I planned on a hike and visiting all my favorite cookie-givers.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had the bestest plans for today.  I planned on a hike and visiting all my favorite cookie-givers.  I prepped mom and made her a list.  We woke up at 8:00AM and I was ready to go!  

Then mom took me outside to potty and lo and behold....  A HURRICANE!!!  

Well....maybe not that bad, but it was pouring rain and the wind was whipping.  Branches were falling and our swing went flying across the back yard.  Guess what that means....

No hike.  Phooey.

Maybe tomorrow.  Mom says we will see how it goes.  She has some baking to do.  

I say we hike and then bake!!!  I'll catch all the dropsies!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Christmas wish list and traditions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/531739</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 11:38:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/531739</guid>
		<description>Echo asked that we post our Christmas wish lists and traditions....

This will be my third Christm ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Echo asked that we post our Christmas wish lists and traditions....

This will be my third Christmas with mom and dad.  Every year I make a nice long list of requests and every year, I get tons of presents!!!  We usually go shopping on Thanksgiving weekend and silly daddy brings a tree into our house!  Mom puts pretty lights on in and a skirt on it.  I like to sleep under the tree.  Christmas morning we all exchange presents.  Silly Santa sticks some of our presents in socks!!  I don't mind too much since last year the sock was stuffed with BULLY STICKS!!!   After we open our presents, the madness begins.  We pack up the car and go to BOTH nana's houses.  Lots more presents and a ton of good food!   

When Christmas is all over, mommy goes through all of my presents and my old toys and stuff.  She packs up a big bag of the stuff I won't use or don't need anymore and brings it to the NHSPCA to donate to the pups in need.  We also usually drop off some big bags of food before Christmas.   Mom also goes through stuff like her sheets and blankies and towels and donates anything she hasn't used since last Christmas to the pups.   The shelter workers like when mom brings in bags of blankies and towels. 

Here is my Christmas list for this year.  Please remember that it is a work in progress:

Dear Santa Paws, 

I have been a very good boy this year.  I would like the following things for Christmas:
-Bully sticks
-Cookies
-Lots of snacks
-Stuffies (the AKC ones that look real, please)
-a new blankie for my crate (Red Sox please!)
-Weekly trips to doggy school in 2009
-A new bed for daddy.  I would like to sleep in mom's bed every night.  Just me and her.  

Thank you Santa!  
Love, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tomorrow</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/531505</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:55:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>After dinner mom made a shopping list for when we run errands tomorrow.  While she was writing, I ma ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ After dinner mom made a shopping list for when we run errands tomorrow.  While she was writing, I made a list of my own.  It's a list of "Chipper's Demands for Entertainment".  I have been cooped up in this house for three days now while mom and dad sniffle their way from the couch to bed and from the bed to the couch.  It's time for a little Chipper time!

Here is my list:

Item 1: I will go for a walk at Wagon Hill and mom will go with me.  We will do BOTH trails!

Item 2: We will go to the Dunkin Donuts drive through.  They give me munchkins.

Item 3: We will go to the pet store to buy bully sticks.  And the cash register girl will give me cookies.

Item 4: We will go to the bank and get some loot for Turkey Day groceries.  The teller lady will give me cookies.

Item 5: We will drive around town to see what is happening and see who already has their Christmas lights up (before Turkey day, UGH).

Item 6: I will take a nappy while mom goes grocery shopping for the big feast (a.k.a. Turkey Day). 

Item 7: I will come home and eat the bully stick we bought in item 3.  

That should do it mom.  I don't care how sniffly you are.  It's happening.  I was calm and patient all day playing Dr. Chipper.  This Chow only has so much patience!  Get a good night's sleep.  It's happening.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dr. Chipper to the rescue</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/531358</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 10:23:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom is sick.  She had the sniffles last week, but didn't think it was a big deal.  Well....last nigh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is sick.  She had the sniffles last week, but didn't think it was a big deal.  Well....last night *someone* decided to schlep all around Boston in the cold to go see the Undertaker and John Cena at WWE (formerly WWF) "Survivor Series".   Turns out that the cold, the subway and the pyrotechnics combined with being out until 1:00 AM on a SUNDAY night really did her in.  She should have been home with me.  That'll teach 'er.

So here we are on her first day of vacation.  The humidifier is on, the tissues and Robitussin are free flowing and it's up to me to take care of mom.  We are cuddled up in mom's bed watching trashy reality TV and checking out Dogster.  

Mom was just reminiscing about the first time I had Kennel cough.  The vet gave mom Robitussin and told mom to give it to me.  Ummm....yeah right.   The vet gave mom a syringe (the no-needle kind) and told her to shoot the tussin into my mouth.  Heehee.....mom got me right between her legs and opened my mouth up.  She put the syringe in and shot the tussin in!   I wiggled like a mad man and, with all my might, I sneezed.  Tussin all over myself, mom, the kitchen and everything else in a 20 foot radius!  Tussin everywhere!!!  BOL!!! 

The next day mom called the vet and asked if there were pills she could give me.  The vet said yes, but a bottle of tussin was $4.00 and the pills were $75.00.  Mom said "I'll be there in 10 mintues to pick up the pills."

Anywho, I'm taking care of mom and making sure she relaxes today.  We plan on staying in bed the whole day.  Tomorrow we have errands to run in preparation for the big feast, so mom has to get better today.

P.S.  Dad is home and he is sick too.  He can take care of himself though.  My focus is my mommy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A tough week...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/530704</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 12:16:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom checked my diary today and realized that we haven't typed an entry in a week!   Ugh..this is ter ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom checked my diary today and realized that we haven't typed an entry in a week!   Ugh..this is terrible.   I bet mom's Facebook is up to date.  Well...here we go.  I will update all of my pals on my latest antics.

Mom neglected me all week because of work.  She worked an insane number of hours this week <i>and</i> brought work home at night.  She kept saying "It will all be worth it Chippy, don't worry." but by Wednesday I had had enough.  I decided not to give mom too much 'tude Wednesday since I wanted to go to doggy school as we always do on Wednesdays.  Well, that didn't happen.  Mom said that my trainer e-mailed her (that must be something like p-mail, right?).  He said he was sick and class was cancelled.  So what did mom do?  More work.  Hmph.  Whatever.

Thursday mom and dad were both quite sniffly and dad declared them both sick.  Mom worked 13 hours on Thursday and didn't come home until me and dad were in bed!  Same on Friday!  

Last night when mom came home, she brought me a present.   It was a very big box and I helped her unwrap it.  It was very late at night, but mom said we needed it.   It's this tall thingy that has a little fan in it and some water.  Mom called it a "humidifier".  I love this thing!   It pumps out a cool, moist air into my bedroom and I lay right in front of it.  All I know is that I can breathe better when I am near it and my fur isn't as frizzy when I am near it.  Mom says it will also help with all those shocks she has given me on my little nose.  That is just not funny.  They better stop.

Today all is well in my world.  Mom and dad are home with me all day.  There is a pot roast cooking on the stove.  Daddy is playing video games, mom is playing with her laptop and I am snoring away!   Life is good again.

Oh.....mom was right.  The crazy week was worth it!!!  MOM IS ON VACATION!!!  For a whole week!!! She is home with me!!!  WOOHOO!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Life Lesson</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/528613</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 14:44:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I learned something very valuable today.  It is important and I feel that all pups should know about ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I learned something very valuable today.  It is important and I feel that all pups should know about it so they don't make the same mistake as me.  Here it is:

Do not stick your nose in (or near) the vacuum whilst your dad has it disemboweled to "clean it".  

It may seem like a good time to kick the beast while it is down, but I promise.  It's not a good idea.   Turns out the vacuum's guts are made of dust and sneezing powder.  One good whiff and the sneezes start.   And if you sneeze <i>into</i> the vacuum's guts while dad is cleaning it....dust goes everywhere  a la gigantic dust cloud (including in dad's face) and you get put in your crate.

Just thought I would share what I learned today.  It's not fun sneezing in your crate while mom and dad re-vacuum the kitchen.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>7 Fascinating Things About Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/526238</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 17:23:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/526238</guid>
		<description>I was tagged by the family of Dylan, Tiberius and Angel Roman!   They want to know 7 Things about me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by the <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/family/644407">family</a> of Dylan, Tiberius and Angel Roman!   They want to know 7 Things about me and then I will tag some more pups!

Here are my 7 fascinating facts:

1.  Last winter, I began to like the snow.  I hated it at first, but turns out it's pretty cool stuff!   Especially to dig in!  And it's really funny to watch mom hurry to pick up my poop before it melts down into a snow hole!  

2.  I like to sniff other pups, but I don't like when they sniff me.  Unless it's a puppy.  I have a soft spot for them.  Sometimes I make growlies at them if they get a little out of control, but for the most part they are pretty OK by me.

3.  I still go to doggy class every Wednesday night with mom.  We learn all kinds of stuff, but mostly I go because I get lots of hot dogs and cheese!

4.  I am mom and dad's first dog ever!!! 

5.  I almost pooped my self this summer when mom took the car through the car wash, WITH ME IN IT!!!!   Really, was that necessary?  All that spraying, scrubbing and drying scared the bejeezus out of me!

6.  I love to be outdoors.  The woods are my favorite!

7.  I love, love, love my mommy.  I am such a momma's boy, it's not even funny.

I'm going to tag a couple of friends:

<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/692798">Mick Jagger</a>  If you are not friends with him, you should be.  Him and his mom have an amazing story.  And he is so big, strong and handsome!

<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/531472">Addison</a>  I'd like to know more about her.  She is soooo overshadowed by all of the magnificent Bodhi's antics.

<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/598146">Samson</a>  He's is so big and manly.  A quote from his diary:  "I refuse to "Twirl". That is way too feminine."  Here here, my friend!! 

<a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493364">Gracie</a>.  If you are not friends with her, you should be.  A. She is a beautiful Chow Chow.  B.  She rules her pack like you wouldn't believe.

That's all I got pups!  I think four is enough since quite a few of my pals already have been tagged.  That's what I get for waiting so long to tag pups!  BOL!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I did it!!!  I finally got one!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/525797</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Nov 2008 17:20:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight on my walk, I finally killed a possum!  Yup, I did it!  I pulled mom right over to the sucke ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight on my walk, I finally killed a possum!  Yup, I did it!  I pulled mom right over to the sucker in the darkness.  She wasn't sure what was going on, but it was a heck of a fight!   Me (tugging mom along on the leash) vs. Possum!  It was a very quiet fight, but a fight none the less.  Mom finally found her flashlight in her pocket and shined it on me and there she saw the possum!  Dead as a doornail!

Now, if you ask mom, she will say that I did not kill the possum.  She will say that "a car" killed him and that he was "road kill".  Mom is a thunder stealer and a dream stifler.   I killed him, I really did.  (Just ignore that tire track across his midsection. )

I say...even if this "car" killed the possum who cares?  The car did not eat the possum, nor did it roll around in it.  It didn't take the possum back to it's crate to save it for a midnight snack like I do to my bully sticks.  It obviously did not want the possum.

Therefore my friends, reguardless of who actually killed the possum,  in the words of Perry Ferrell of Jane's Addicition, I say "It's mine.  Mine, all mine."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pupdate</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/525736</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Nov 2008 15:07:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been a while since my last entry.  I have been one busy pup and I have finally settled down lon ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been a while since my last entry.  I have been one busy pup and I have finally settled down long enough to dicated my doings to mom.  

Wednesday night we went to doggy class.  Mom tried to teach me to "sit pretty".  Yeah right.  Not happening.  Even for hot dogs.   Then she tried to teach me "speak" and "figure 8s", which required me to walk under her legs.  As far as speak goes...I will bark when I want to bark.  Conversely, I will NOT bark when I don't want to bark.  It's my barker and I'll use it when I want to.  Figure 8s....I gave mom that one.   I walked under her legs, but it cost her a whole lot of hotdogs.  Yummy!

Thursday mom stayed home with me all day!  We hung out together, did some laundry, went for a long walk in the rain and took a nap together.  A perfect day!

Friday was a normal day.  Mom and dad worked and then we all watched "Friday Night Smackdown" together.  

Yesterday I went to the doggy spa and got even more handsome.  They I went to nana's house with mom and dad.  We were out really late!

Today has been a lazy day, just lounging around the house.  Me and mom slept in this morning until 10:30!!  Holy smokes!  We were tired!  Mom made a big breakfast, which at that point I'm pretty sure it's called lunch even if it involves eggs.  We lounged on the couch for a little while and then we went to the pet store!  I sniffed a couple of pups and picked out a whole lot of cookies.  I also got a new leash and collar!  It's a studly royal blue with yellow bones on it.  Mom says it compliments my eyes perfectly.

That's my pupdate everyone.  I promise to be more on top of my diary entries in the future.  I know I owe you pups a list of 7 things about me.  I'm going to do it soon, probably tonight.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/524106</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 5 Nov 2008 18:35:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/524106</guid>
		<description>I have been tagged by Dylan, Tiberius and Angel Roma, a beautiful pack of Dobies.  I have to tell yo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been tagged by Dylan, Tiberius and Angel Roma, a beautiful pack of <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/family/644407">Dobies</a>.  I have to tell you all 7 things about me.  Since I am so fascintating and intriguing, I am in the process of whittling my list down to a mere seven.  Stay tuned for the list tomorrow.

And beware friends....I have been tasked to tag 7 of you.  You will not know you have been hit until it's too late!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>(Doubly) Not Fair!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/523583</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Nov 2008 17:30:13 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom came home from work and me and dad were all ready to go to the polls.  I had my leash on and dad ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom came home from work and me and dad were all ready to go to the polls.  I had my leash on and dad had his coat on.  We jumped in the car and off we went!  

We got to the "old" high school and the parking lot was packed!  Mom got out of the car and came around to my door.  She opened it and took my leash off and told me to stay.  WHAT?!?  I have a voice too!  I woofed in protest and mom shut the door and left me alone.  I woofed again.  NO FAIR!!!  

I saw mom and woofed one last time.  She turned around and shushed me with her finger and then gave me "the eyes" and pointed to a black truck right next to our car. 

I declare NO FAIR! again as right on the side of the big black truck, in big white letters I read:

ANIMAL CONTROL

Gasp!  I'll be quiet now mom!  I promise!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>They Laughed at me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/523160</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Nov 2008 18:02:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the vet today.  I thought it was to get cookies and pats.  But no.  Mom had sinister plans ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the vet today.  I thought it was to get cookies and pats.  But no.  Mom had sinister plans again.  I pranced right up to the door and said hello to all the techs and receptionists.  They were so happy to see me! 

I jumped right up on the scale to get weighed.  That's right, I know the drill!

I hippety hopped down after they recorded a svelt 38.8 lbs and headed out the door.   All done!

Then I saw it.  The doctor was headed my way with a needle!  Yup, mom told them to give me a shot!!  EEK!! 

I tried to outsmart them.  I ran for the scale.  Will this make you happy???  I jumped right up and sat down and smiled at them.  "How about this instead?"  I asked.

And they all laughed.  

Hard. 

And then the vet got on the scale with me and poked me in the shoulder.

It didn't really hurt and I didn't even cry.  Then she gave me a big cookie!  I guess that makes it almost worth it.  I almost forgive them for laughing at me.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What to do, What to do?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/523133</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 3 Nov 2008 17:22:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/523133</guid>
		<description>Mom and dad made plans tonight for us to go to the polls tomorrow as a family.  Then we are going to ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad made plans tonight for us to go to the polls tomorrow as a family.  Then we are going to celebrate our Patriotism by getting a family pizza.  But I am still undecided.  Obama or McCain?  That is the question.

Today we honked at Sentator Obama in the car.  Mom said it was only a cardboard cut out, but I still woofed for him.  But he still doesn't have my vote. 

McCain may be winning me over.  His peeps stopped by four times this weekend, but I woofed them all away.  Obama only sent one.  Side story: My buddy Mugsy (a Chipoodle) got himself into a little trouble during the primaries when he bit one of these peeps on the ankle.  The police came to find the perp (Mugsy) and laughed when they saw a 4 lb fluffball.  BOL! 

AAAAHHH!! Stay on topic!  Sorry.

OK, so McCain makes really good french fries that mom bakes in the oven.  

Obama is BFFs with Oprah.

McCain may win that round.

Hmmm.....I just don't know. 

Wait!  I know how I'll decide! 

Which one of the candidates is going to ban Facebook.com?  Mom just joined and it is interfering with my Dogster time.  I will vote for whoever outlaws Facebook!  You have 24 hours!  Gets to steppin!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two BBDs and a Bottle of Pepto</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/522628</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Nov 2008 11:35:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Earlier this morning I had a tummy monster.

Two BBDs (Big Beautiful Dobies), Jarvis and Angel Rom ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Earlier this morning I had a tummy monster.

Two BBDs (Big Beautiful Dobies), <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/182853">Jarvis</a> and <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/802374">Angel Roman</a> recommended a good dose of pepto to scare him away.  

Apparently all it took was the threat of a little Pepto and he went away!  I didn't even have to drink any! 

I took a long nappie with mom in her bed and then we got up and had some lunch.  No more tummy monster!

Thanks Roman and Jarvis!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>There's a Monster in My Tummy</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/522519</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Nov 2008 05:38:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a little freaked out right now.  I woke mom up promptly at 6:30 AM today.  Yeah, yeah, yeah....I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a little freaked out right now.  I woke mom up promptly at 6:30 AM today.  Yeah, yeah, yeah....I know it's her one day off this week, but I really didn't care.  I was freaked out.  

There is a monster in my tummy.   And he's growling at me.

Mom heard it right away and got up and took me for a walk.  Apparently she thinks I can poop the monster out.  

Well...I pooped (a big one) and the monster is still in there.  He makes gurgly noises and grumbles and growls.  Mom can hear it too, he's that loud.  

Each time he growls, my ears go back and my eyes bug out.  I jump up and look around to try to see him, but I know he's in my tummy.

Mom thinks that if I eat he will go away, but that doesn't make any sense!  Why would I feed the beast!  Mom made me a big breakfast but I won't eat it.  Not with the monster in there.  He's not getting my food!

This has never happned before to me. Maybe a nap will help.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The dog almost known as...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/521365</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 18:14:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Izzy's latest diary entry got me reminisicing.

When I first came to live with mom and dad it was  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061">Izzy's</a> latest <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/345061/diary/World_domination_will_be_mine/521235">diary</a> entry got me reminisicing.

When I first came to live with mom and dad it was March.  Still pretty cold out.  Dad was ready for a dog, but not ready to pick up poop.  About a week in to my new found home, dad asked mom one night if we could change my name.  

He seemed to think that "Steamer" would be much more appropriate for me.  

I'm glad mom wears the pants in this family.

Although sometimes they still call me that.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Need to be Recalibrated</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/521006</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 17:00:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My internal clock that is.  Mom is not very happy with me.

I slept in mom and dad's bed last nigh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My internal clock that is.  Mom is not very happy with me.

I slept in mom and dad's bed last night.   Dad woke up early, but mom didn't have to wake up for a whole 'nother hour.   I laid next to her and waited for her to wake up.  

And I waited.  

And waited.  

Finally I could take it no more.  I went over to mom and stood right next to her.  I held my head low, right next to her nose.  

And panted.  

Hard.  

Until she woke up.

Finally her eyes opened and she kissed my nose and said "Go back to sleep Chippy, we have  45 more minutes."

So I laid back down.  

For two minutes.

Then repeated the whole deal until mom finally got out of bed.  

30 minutes before her alarm was supposed to go off.  

As she reached for the coffee pot, she said "Good think you are cute Chippy."

Well, yes, yes, I am very cute, but what does that have to do with our new morning ritual?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still (even more) Undecided</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/520654</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 17:50:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I still have not made up my mind for the big election.  You see, neither one of the candidates have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I still have not made up my mind for the big election.  You see, neither one of the candidates have addressed the <i>real</i> issues.  Sure, they have their opinions on oil, health care, the economy, yada, yada, yada.  But they have yet to speak on the issues close to my heart.

Which one of them is going to limit the work day to 3 hours (preferably less than 2 days per week)?  I need my mom home with me.

Which one of them is going to veto the "no dogs on the beach in summer" law?  


Which one believes in universal cookie coverage for all pups?

Which one is concerned about the rising cost of kibble and the effects of the economy on the kibble supply?

These are the <i>real</i> issues pups.  Unless I get answers, I may be doing a write-in for The Dogster Dog.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A movie weekend</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 17:02:26 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Friday night dad rented &quot;The Love Guru&quot; with Mike Meyers.  It was pretty funny if you like man-part  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Friday night dad rented "The Love Guru" with Mike Meyers.  It was pretty funny if you like man-part jokes.  I was mildly entertained, but I was mostly interested in the popcorn mom made. 

Yesterday mom heard on the morning news that it was going to rain like crazy last night.  They said it would be coming in sometime in the afternoon.  We quickly changed our plans for the day.  We were supposed to clean out the shed and bring all of our trash to the dump.  Then we were going to go to Wagon Hill and have some fun.  

Well...me and mom took off for Wagon Hill and left dad home to deal with the shed!! BOL!!  Me and mom walked both trails and I sniffed, sniffed and sniffed some more.  We walked all through the fields and the woods and we cuddled by the ocean for about a half hour just watching the boats.  When we got home, the shed was all done!  WOOHOO!

Saturday night we watched "The Incredible Hulk" and ate some more popcorn.  The popcorn is by far the best part of movie night.  I was pretty tired from my long walk in the woods so I only made it through 1/2 of the movie.  

This morning me and mom woke up early and made some banana bread.  Mmmmmmm...the whole house smells so good!  Mom even gave me a slice for breakfast.  Yummers!  Then we all watched "Iron Man" and I spent the rest of the day napping.  Me and mom laid down at 3:00 and didn't wake up until 6:00!!!  Holy smokes!  We slept away the whole day! 

It's 8:00 PM now and we just finished dinner.  I suppose it's time to take daddy for a walk.  It's getting pretty late.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hmph.</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 03:30:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Went to training class last night.  

There's a pit bull there named Trooper in class now.  He's b ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Went to training class last night.  

There's a pit bull there named Trooper in class now.  He's been in a few classes over the last couple months.

My trainer called him both "The World's Perfect Dog"  AND "The best dog in the room" last night.

Even mom seems enamored with him.

Show off.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Did anyone notice...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/518792</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 18:32:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The dog of the day today is a gorgeous Chow Chow who needs a furever home.  Mom says if we had a big ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The dog of the day today is a gorgeous Chow Chow who needs a furever home.  Mom says if we had a bigger house, we would drive to Chicago and adopt her.  She only has three legs, but she says that doesn't stop her from anything.  She is mom's favorite Chow Chow color, a nice soft cream.  

Stop by her page and wish her well:  <a href =" http://www.dogster.com/dogs/898894">Peaches</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I almost died tonight!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 17:53:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was laying in my bed tonight nice and quiet, embarassed that mom was watching &quot;Dancing With The St ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was laying in my bed tonight nice and quiet, embarassed that mom was watching "Dancing With The Stars".  I was whispering sports talk to dad and that's when it happened.

Suddenly I yelped.  Whining, I jumped up and abruptly fell to the ground.  I yelped again and clumsily fumbled my way back onto my paws and stood whining in the corner.  Mom ran over to me and I had my right front paw tucked up.  I was licking it and whining.  Mom tried to touch it but it wouldn't move. 

Mom thought I was paralyzed or in pain.  Mom touched my paw and I whined even louder.   She moved me gently back out of the corner and looked real close at my paw, which was not easy since I was very busy licking it.

Then she saw it.

My claw was stuck in one of the rings that holds my tags on my collar.  Yowwweeee!!!!  Ouch that hurt!

Mom unclipped my collar and it came right off my claw.  I felt much better and gave mom all kinds of kisses.  She is my hero!

After a close inspection of the paw in question, Dr. Mom declares me physically unharmed.  Mentally, this may take me quite some time to get over.  I think I need a healing bully stick and a comforting Frosty Paw.

Mom said I almost gave her a heart attack.  She didn't know what was wrong with me and the worst went through her head.  She says this is why I don't wear my collar when I am home alone or when we are sleeping.

How scary!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A late night</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 20:33:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and dad went to a wedding tonight and left me home alone.  Normally I'd be pretty upset about be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and dad went to a wedding tonight and left me home alone.  Normally I'd be pretty upset about being left alone on a Saturday night, but I was pretty ready for a nap after running errands with mom all morning.  

Mom and dad finally came home at 10:00, just in time to watch the second half of the Red Sox/Tampa Bay game!  Mom came in the door, gave me huggies and some kibble, I went out to pee and we all jumped in bed and turned on the game!  Perfect!

It's now 11:30, bottom of the 8th inning, Red Sox up by 2 and.....

I am getting a little sleepy.  

Alright, a lot sleepy.  

OK, I may be dictating to mom while I sleep right now.  Me and dad are snoring and mom is watching the game.  I'm sure she will fill us in over breakfast.

go red sox!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An Infiltrator</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/517220</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 03:51:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom gave me one heck of a body massage this morning.  I have been a little uptight and needed to rel ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom gave me one heck of a body massage this morning.  I have been a little uptight and needed to relax and unwind a bit.  After about 15 minutes of rubbies and scratchies, I stood up to shake off.  

That's when I saw it.

Right in my entertainment center behind the glass door....A little black dog.  Looked to be a Chow mix maybe.  Most likely a male.  Could have been my size, but I really think he was much smaller than me.  A pipsqueek if you will.

I puffed up nice and big and gave him the eyes.  Not in my house buddy!  Get out!  Woof!

Mom called my name for more rubbies and I lost sight of him.  When I looked back into the entertainment center he was gone.  

I must have scared him away.  I will keep watch and check freqently, making sure to puff up as I walk by.  That should keep him away.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm a good neighbor</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 17:38:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Tonight I went to my social hour (according to mom it's really called &quot;obedience class&quot;).  Me and mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Tonight I went to my social hour (according to mom it's really called "obedience class").  Me and mom settled in to the far corner.  The new bulldog came in and he was all worked up.  Panting, eyes buggy, pacing and whatnot.  He's kinda (well...explosivley) reactive.  Kinda like I was when we first started class.

The bulldog had a couple of outburst and I just kinda ignored him.  Looked right up at mom and she gave me hot dogs.  My trainer was telling everyone to ignore the bulldog and focus on their pups. 

Then my trainer said "Chipper is a very good neighbor for Winston (the bulldog) because Chipper is no longer reactive.  He used to be highly reactive, but not anymore.  Now he is the least reactive dog in the room!"

Whoa.  That is deep.  Mom was so proud of me, I got a big handful of cheese and hotdogs.  Yummmmy!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It may be a little early, buuuuuttt....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/516225</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:18:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Santa Paws,

I know it is a little early to write to you, but I feel as though this letter is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Santa Paws,

I know it is a little early to write to you, but I feel as though this letter is of the utmost importance.  You see, I have a request for this Christmas.  It may take a while for you to do.  I understand that.  That is why I am writing so early.

I would like a nice new pair of opposable thumbs.

Tonight I was munching on a peanutbutter and biscuit filled Kong and I was having a tough time.  It was way in there (and maybe a bit frozen).  I tried all of my tricks, including throwing it on the ground.  Didn't work.  I threw it at mom and she picked it up.  She grabbed a spoon (something <i>I</i> cannot do <i>without</i> thumbs.  Then she shoved the spoon into the Kong and loosened up the peanutbutter and biscuits and gave it back to me.  

I could have simply done this myself if I had thumbs.  Please Santa, please.  Can you bring me thumbs?

Thank you and Happy Halloween Santa.

You friend, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Gracie's Birthday!!!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/516184</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 15:47:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is my friend Gracie's Birthday!!!  Such a beautiful Chow mix!  

Happy Birthday Gracie!! ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is my friend Gracie's Birthday!!!  Such a beautiful Chow mix!  

Happy Birthday <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/493364">Gracie!!</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The nerve of some people</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:54:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I was almost bamboozled today.   I did not know that mom and dad had sinister plans for me today.
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was almost bamboozled today.   I did not know that mom and dad had sinister plans for me today.

It started out like any other morning.   A little breakfast, a walk with mom, mom showered, I patrolled my perimeter and went in my crate for the day.  No big deal, right?  Normal morning.

Dad came home from work and we went on a walk.  No big deal, right?  Normal afternoon.

Then mom comes home.  She hugs dad and says "I'm sorry the concert is cancelled.  I know you were looking forward to it.  Look at the bright side, at least Chip doesn't have to go back in his crate tonight."  Wait.  What?!?  

Who was going back in their what?!?

Then mom hugs me and tells me that she was going to go to a concert tonight with daddy, but it got postponed to December.  Can you believe it!!! She was going to leave me home alone tonight.  IN THE DARK!!!  

I am shocked.  

And appalled.

Mom apologized for her attempts at abandonment and tried to make it up to me by ordering Chinese takeout.  Mmmmmm...spare ribs!!!  

Then she told me that since the concert was rescheduled to December, Uncle Mike is going to go with daddy, which means me and mom get an aaaaaaaaloooooooone night!!!!!!!  WOOOHOOOO!!!  I am marking the days on the calendar!!  There's going to be lots of popcorn and movies!!  I am so excited!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Donuts</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 07:16:40 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom went out to run errands this morning and came back with Dunkin Donuts!  She broke all the rules  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom went out to run errands this morning and came back with Dunkin Donuts!  She broke all the rules and brought her coffee and donut into the living room and sat on the couch.

She called me up on the couch and she shared her donut with me!!!!!!!

I LOVE when mom rebels and brakes ALL the rules!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I made a friend today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/515085</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 18:05:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>As some of you may know I have a bit of a social disorder.  I am very uncomfortable with strangers.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ As some of you may know I have a bit of a social disorder.  I am very uncomfortable with strangers.  Especially strangers in the 15-50 year old range.  Males more so than females, but either way it's a little scary for me.

Today I was visiting my nana at the campground during mom and dad's break from winterizing.  We were just hanging out and a stranger came over.  Apparently mom, nana and papa knew him.  Mom told me he lives a few campers down and he is 16 years old.  

For some reason, I decided I liked him right away.  I didn't even bark at him when he came onto nana's deck.

He talked to the humans for a little while and then came over to me and let me sniff him.  He didn't know I was sniffing.  Then he held out his hand to me and I sniffed that.  

Then he patted me on my head and started to walk away a little.  I walked up to him and nudged his hand for more pats.  He asked me if I wanted some pats and I nudged again.  He sat down with me and patted me for a couple minutes.

When I was all done with pats, instead of growling and/or snapping, I got up and moved.  He smiled and walked away and said I was a good boy.

Hmmmm...this is a much easier route to go.  Mom was very happy with me and gave me big huggies and kisses.  Maybe this is the way to go in the future.  I will mull it over tonight.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>And so winter begins....</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 17:44:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We winterized the camper today.  OK, actually mom and dad winterized whilst I dug holes under the pi ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We winterized the camper today.  OK, actually mom and dad winterized whilst I dug holes under the picnic table and the camper.   No more camping for me until the spring.  

I bid my fair adeius to all the pups at the campground and got one more update on my friend Bailey who has tail cancer.  He is doing well and the amputation is healing fantastically.  He didn't make it up to the camp this weekend.  Just his dad was there to winterize.  I hope he does OK this winter.  He is getting up there in age.  I'm usually not the praying type, but I will say one that I will see Bailey in the spring.

(ALCS update: Shoot.  The Rays just tied the ball game with a 2 run home run.  Stupid Tampa Bay.)

On the way home from camp today, we went to Wagon Hill for a walk and there were a ton of pups there!  I got to sniff a couple of them, but mostly I sniffed the woods.  The woods smell so good!   There was something in the woods grunting at me.  Mom wouldn't let me go investigate even though I made myself all poofy.  That's OK, I'm pretty sure I scared whatever it was away with my poofy-lionish-Chowness.   Grrrr!

Me and mom sat by the ocean and watched the gulls.  The tide was way low and I think the birds were clamming.  It was a little chilly, so I cuddled up real close to mom while we watched nature.  I love nature.  I wish me and mom could hike all the time and live outdoors.  Oh.  But only if the weather was always sunny with a high of 65 and a low of 60.  Perfecto.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;Nobody makes me bleed my own blood!  Nobody!&quot;</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/514663</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 17:03:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I went to the doctor today for a check up tonight.  

A senior checkup.  Huh?  Who is a senior aro ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I went to the doctor today for a check up tonight.  

A <b>senior</b> checkup.  Huh?  Who is a senior around here?  

Anywho, they tried to take my blood for special tests since I am "of a certain age".  Get this....they had to take it from my neck!!!  

DRACULAS!!!!!!!  VAMPIRES!!!!!  Yikes!

Mom held my head up high and the tech (a.k.a. the vampire) went in for the kill and that's when it happened.  I panicked.  I jumped and thrashed all around.  The needle cam out and mom saw a little blood but I didn't do any major damage.  Dracula had to get a new needle.

They tried to take my blood from my paw, but my viens are too small to get enough blood to satisfy Dracula.

The doctor called for backup and a second tech came in to hold me.  She took my head and held it high and the vampire went back in.  That time she got me.  She sucked my blood right into a little tube.  I'm pretty sure I saw her drink it after just like vampires are supposed to do.

Then to make matters even worse, the doctor gave me TWO shots in the back of the neck!!!  

I am a doggy pincushion.  I feel so violated and used.

Dracula tried to make it all up to me with a biscuit, but I refused to eat it until she put EZ Cheese on it.

I spent the whole car ride home pulling a Kitty Dukakis, licking the rubbing alcohol off of my beautiful mane and paw.

Mom made it all up to me when we got home.  She gave me the most giantest bully stick EVER!!! Two feet long!!!  That one's going to take me a while!

P.S.  I'll give a rosette to anypup who knows what movie the title of this entry is from! :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Still Undecided</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 9 Oct 2008 18:12:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In the spirit of the upcoming presidential election, I have changed the name of my diary.   My new d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In the spirit of the upcoming presidential election, I have changed the name of my diary.   My new diary name shall be........

<i>*Drum roll please*</i>

"I am Chipper T. Dog and I Approve This Message"

Thank you, thank you.  Hold your applause.

I am beginning to get into the spirit of the elections as the campaign is getting into full swing.  Someone must have told the electoral powers that be that I am a Democrat even though I (via mom) am a registered Independant.  

So far the following people have called my house, as evidenced by the caller ID:

Deval Patrick (the fine governor of Massachusetts) 
Michelle Obama 
"NH Democratic Party"
"The Democrats"
"Vote Democrat"
and finally Senator Barack Obama himself.

Notice one common theme:  They are all Democrats.

Hmmm...Senator Mc Cain, if you really want my vote, you will reach out to me via stuffy, recorded voice message and shamelessly ask for my vote.  So far, you have snubbed me Senator.  Come election day, I may snub you.   My phone is awaiting.  Give me a call and we will chat.  I have numerous ideas and solutions for the issues of today.  Most can simply be solved with Bully sticks, jerky, biscuits and a clicker.  That's how mom solved a lot of my "issues".  Trust me, it works.  Call me and we will chat.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Wednesday night social hour</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Oct 2008 18:04:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I took mom to training class tonight.  She made me late.  While slightly embarassing, I must say it  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I took mom to training class tonight.  She made me late.  While slightly embarassing, I must say it was nice to make an entrance.   I pranced right across the floor displaying my fluffy behind to all the other pups.  That's right pups, you can look but you can't sniff!

And let me tell you about the other pups.   There were a lot of 'em!  15 dogs in training tonight!!!  OH.  MY.  DOG!!!  It was pretty close quarters but everyone behaved.  There were a couple of growlies but not too bad.  We walked around the room in all directions and did a couple of sits.  

Sooooooo elementry.  

I already know how to do all that stuff, but I still like class.  It gets me out of the house and lets me flaunt my manliness in front of the lady folk.  

AND mom breaks out the venison jerky just for class.  Mmmmmmm!! Yummy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>For my new pal Jarvis</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/513698</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Oct 2008 18:15:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear Jarvis, 

I saw the pictures your mom posted of you in a lampshade.  Ugh!  How embarassing!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/182853">Jarvis</a>, 

I saw the pictures your mom posted of you in a lampshade.  Ugh!  How embarassing!  A shaved bum and a lampshade!  It's just not fair.  

You are not alone buddy.  My mom embarasses me too by dressing me up and taking my pictures.   Even worse, it seems as though I have lost my battle with the Halloweeen costumes.
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Oh the shame!

We will get past this my friend.  In the meantime, we shall pray that the mom's lose their cameras.

Your new pal, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A mild security breach</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/513662</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Oct 2008 16:16:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Every morning before mom leaves for work, she brings me outside.  She says it is potty time, but I r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Every morning before mom leaves for work, she brings me outside.  She says it is potty time, but I really don't have to go since we go on a long walk before she "got ready for work".   However, I do not argue this "potty break" since it allows me to do my main job:  Securing the perimeter. 

That's right, I check out the surroundings and make sure there are no breaches in security.  You see, I am going to be home alone for a while and I have to make sure everything is in order.  I stick my head out the door, maybe step onto the first step and I scan the yard for 2 minutes.  Mom says "OK, Chip it's getting late.  Go out to pee or go in your crate." 

One last scan and I head into my lair.

This morning, there was a security breach.  Mom opened the door as usual and a bird was sitting on my step!  Right outside my door!  I tried to get him, as no being shall intrude the castle!  But my leash was too short and the bird got away.  So I stood in the doorway and woofed a couple times.  That'll learn 'em.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tampa Bay, here we come!!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Oct 2008 03:30:06 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom (the big wimp) couldn't make it through the game last night.  She is such a baby.  I don't care  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom (the big wimp) couldn't make it through the game last night.  She is such a baby.  I don't care if you are tired mom!  Leave the TV on for me!  The Red Sox are in the playoffs!!!

Anywho, I found out this morning that the Red Sox won!!!  They beat the Angels (sorry Vladimir Guerrero, I still love you baby!) and they are moving on to the American League Championship Series against the Tampa Bay Rays!?

Wait.  Who?

Yup, the Rays.  Last year's dead last team.  What the heck happened there?  They change their name from Devil Rays to the much more distinguished "Rays" and all of a sudden they know how to hit and pitch?  Hmmmm....last to first all in one season?  How does that even happen?  Sure took those Yankees by surprise!  Heeeheee....

It should be a very good series.  The Red Sox and Rays may not have the rivalry of the Red Sox and Yankees, but there is a history here too.  The Rays and Red Sox seem to frustrate the heck out of each other and the games tend to be a little explosive.   Can't wait for game one!  

Tune in Friday night at 8:35 PM on TBS.  It's gonna be great!

GOOOOOOOOOOO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My weekend</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/512843</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 5 Oct 2008 16:53:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My weekend started with a fun little walk around the academy where I chased many unruly squirrels.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My weekend started with a fun little walk around the academy where I chased many unruly squirrels.  I didn't catch any, but I have decided that I like the academy and will return for future walks there.  

After my walk, I went to the groomers and got (even more) handsome.  It was very fun and only minorly traumatic (since they pick me up to put me in the tub).  They gave me new cookies, which unfortuately turned into some trouble south of the border Saturday night and this morning.  All outside, no worries there, but still, no fun.

I supervised mom and dad cleaning out the camper all weekend.  I just pointed my little paw and they did it.  I even made mom mow the lawn.  But as soon as the mower started, I ran and hid under the camper.  That thing is loud!!!

Cousin Callie, the chocolate lab was there.  She came over to see me and we sniffed and said hello.  I didn't get nervous.  I've known her for a few months now.  She is very excitable and she is a bundle of energy, but I think she may be OK.

The most exciting part of the weekend is that I met my new neighbors.  Two black labs named Koda and Bella.  They are so smart, they learned how to open their door when their mom wasn't looking!  They came over to say hi, but I got a little scared.  They are much bigger than me and there are two of them!!!  We did the old sniff sniff and I got nervous and growled and barked a little.  Their mom heard and came running over and was all worried, which made me worried and I barked real loud.  Then I got put in timeout.   I needed a nappy anyways.  

My other neighbors Ty and Bailey (the beagles) were not up at the camp this weekend.  Turns out they went to the vet for checkups this week and they found out that Bailey (the 11 year old) has tail cancer.  He had emergency surgery and had his tail removed.  Now he just has a little stump.  His daddy said that he may come up next week.  I hope he's alright.  He is much more my speed and he just minds his own business.  Besides, he is fun to have peeing contests with.   

Whew!! After all that excitement this weekend, I am bushed.  I can't wait for bedtime!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Closing day</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Oct 2008 05:12:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am going to the groomers in just over an hour.  I like them and they make me (even more) beautiful ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am going to the groomers in just over an hour.  I like them and they make me (even more) beautiful.  They also give me purty bandanas when I am done there.  And lots of cookies.

When mom comes to pick me up, we are going up to the campground.  Mom says we are closing up for the winter.  I am not ready.  I love it there and fall is the best time to be there!  

Mom says we will stay over tonight and have a campfire.  We are going to pack up everything and bring it home tomorrow.  Then we will go back next weekend to "winterize", what ever that means.

I will have to make sure to dig one last big hole and rub my (freshly groomed) fur all in the dirt!   

I will also give the ducks one last chase.  Because they like it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chipper: 1.5  Halloween Costumes: 1.5</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/512215</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Oct 2008 18:22:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, two more costumes came in the mail today.  A Maine Lobstah.  And a purple monkey. 

The lobs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, two more costumes came in the mail today.  A Maine Lobstah.  And a purple monkey. 

The lobstah one fits.  But mom says it's not her favorite.  Still, it fits.

The score so far:
Chipper: 1
Halloween costumes: 1

The monkey one has a hat.  But it doesn't really fit.  My manly chest is too big for it's velcro.  Unfortunately the hat fits quite well and has holes for my ears to stick out.  Mom put it on me today and the velcro was barely hanging on.  I sat down and I heard it....riiiiiiiiiiiiiip.  Oops.  I thought I ripped it apart (much like the Incredible Hulk or Hulk Hogan) but no.  It was just the velcro.

The monkey is mom's favorite.  But it may not workout due to the manliness of my chest.  We'll split this win.

The score so far:
Chipper 1.5
Halloween costumes: 1.5

Mom got an e-mail today and the piggy costume is on it's way (size medium this time).  Is there an e-mail man?  If so I wish to bark at him.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A fool's bet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/511990</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 3 Oct 2008 03:21:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's going to be a big night here tonight.  After work mom's going to the groomers to get a hair cut ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's going to be a big night here tonight.  After work mom's going to the groomers to get a hair cut.  She needs it.  Her hair is past her shoulders.  Normally it doesn't go past her chin.  Yikes!  That's a lot of fur to cut off!

When she comes home, we are going to cuddle up on the couch for Friday Night Smackdown.  Seems as though we have sucked daddy into wrestling and he is excited about it tonight.

Here is where it gets interesting.....

The Red Sox are playing in Game 2 of the American League Division Series tonight.  They are playing the LA Angels.  Now don't get me wrong, the Angels are a great team and they play great baseball.  That Vladimir Guerrero is amazing.  But I really have a hard time with west coast games.  The game doesn't start until 9:30 PM here on the east coast.  For those familiar with baseball, you know that the game is minimally three hours, sometimes 4 hours.

Mom seems to think that she is going to stay up for tonight's game!  HA!!  The girl who goes to bed at 9:00 every night?  Yeah right!  Mom seems to think that a lot of coffee throughout the day will keep her awake tonight.  

Me thinks she will be asleep before first pitch.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whew...That was a close one!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/511893</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Oct 2008 17:20:59 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been mumbling about Halloween costumes for me.  I have been ignoring her little comments as  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been mumbling about Halloween costumes for me.  I have been ignoring her little comments as I know what is in store.  Silly costumes, lots of pictures and mom laughing at me for the next couple weeks.  Not funny.

Rumor has it that mom bought me three costumes last weekend and they are coming in the mail.  (Reason # 2318 to bark at the mailman.)

The first costume came today.  Mom was all excited and ripped it right open.  I shoved my nose in the package to find.......

A pig costume.  

That's right.  A pig.  Not just a pig, but a PINK pig.

So not funny mom.

Mom tried to put it on my head and much to my delight it is too small!  Heehee...take that mom!

The outside package says medium, but the tag on the costume says small.

HAHA!!!!



The score so far:  

Chipper: 1  

Halloween costumes: 0]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lady!  Can't you see I'm scary???</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/511679</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Oct 2008 03:43:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Last night on the way home from my social hour (or training class according to mom), me and mom went ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Last night on the way home from my social hour (or training class according to mom), me and mom went through the McDonalds drive through to bring home some dinner to daddy.   Mom ordered and we pulled up to the window where the people are.  I was minding my own business in the back seat and all of a sudden the McDonalds wall opened and a girl stuck her hand in mom's car for money!  

AAAHHH!!! It's a hold-up!!   I barked at her.  A few good loud barks to scare her away.  Get away from my car lady!! You don't want to mess with me, I am scary!

Mom said "Enough Chip!" and I quieted to a growl.  GRRRRRRRR!

Then I heard the McDonalds girl LAUGH at me and say "Oooooooh, he is so cute!"  Cute?!?  No!  I am scary!!

I dulled it down to a grumble so I could hear her. grrrrrrrrrr...

She gave mom some money back and called her friend over and said "Look how adorable this dog is!"

Arrooo?  Me?  Yes, yes.  I am quite adorable.  Now I was down to a couple woofs under my breath.  Go on McDonalds girls...gush away.  Tell me how cute I am!

The other girl said "Oh, he is gorgeous, what kind of dog is he?"

Mom said "A Chow mix."

The girl said "He is so cute, it makes me want a dog."

There it is folks, I am a pup ambassador.  Winning over non-dog owners left and right with my good looks and growly charm.

Oh, then the McDonalds girs gave mom a huge bag of food!  But I didn't get any. Dad (the piggy) ate it all himself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mine!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/510961</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 04:29:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>On my morning walk with mom, I found the perfect Chipper-sized stick.  It was about 12 inches long a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ On my morning walk with mom, I found the perfect Chipper-sized stick.  It was about 12 inches long and 1/2 inch thick with green leaves still on the end.  Perfecto!!  I was very interested in this stick and sniffed it for a while.  I picked it up and mom said "No.  Leave it."  

So I put it down, sniffed it some more and peed on it.  It's mine!

I will return for it on my afternoon walk with dad.  No other pup better touch it, for I have marked it.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>October is just around the corner!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/510817</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 16:27:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a good day here in New Hampshire.  It finally stopped raining and I went for a real walk with d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a good day here in New Hampshire.  It finally stopped raining and I went for a real walk with daddy instead of ceasing all forward motion post-poop.  The leaves are falling and everything smells autumnal.  It's just great.

Speaking of fall...October is just around the corner.  Not so exciting to some, but to me October means THE BEST BASEBALL EVER!!!  And the Red Sox are in the playoffs!!!  WOOHOO!!! 

GO TEK!

GO JACOBY!!

GO PEDRIOA!!

GO COCO!!!

GO BIG PAPI!!!!!!

WOOHOO!!!  Bring home the World Series trophy for the second year in a row!!! 

Heehee....remember when the Yankees said that Red Sox and Yankees weren't real rivals because in a rivalry both teams win?  Do you think the Yankees will enjoy the playoffs from the comfrot of their couches?  Heeeheee!

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I helped mom!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/510134</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 18:22:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It was too rainy to go camping this weekend so we stayed home.  It rained all night and all day and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was too rainy to go camping this weekend so we stayed home.  It rained all night and all day and it's going to rain all tonight too.  I don't like to go out in the rain and neither do mom and dad.  This rain time finally gave mom and dad time to clean this place we call home.  Trust me, it was much needed.  

They cleaned all day and mom made a pot roast.  She's so cute.  She thinks she's a homemaker!  BOL!!   Just before dinner, she decided to make an apple crisp with some apples she picked up at the orchard.  Mmmmmm...I love apple crisp! 

She started peeling and slicing the apples and I asked her if I could help.  She said sure and gave me an apple to peel!

And peel I did.  I took it right over to my office (otherwise known as the freshly cleaned living room rug) and got to <a id="img1955159774" +  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467498/467498_1222563950.jpg" onmouseover="document.getElementById('img1955159774').innerHTML = String.fromCharCode(60) + 'img src=http://files.dogster.com/pix/dogs/98/467' + '498/467498_1222563950.jpg' + String.fromCharCode(62) + String.fromCharCode(60) + 'BR/' + String.fromCharCode(62) + 'peeling'">peeling</a>.

When I was done, I took my apple back into the kitchen and mom had the nerve to tell me that she can't use it in the crisp!!!  What the woof?

She said that I can't use my mouth to peel apples for the crisp.  Unreal.

How else am I supposed to do it mom?  You were hogging the only peeler we own!

Ugh.  Moms.   Sometimes they just don't get it.

I took my apple back and gnawed on it for a while until the crisp was ready.  When it came out of the oven, mom put some on a plate with some french vanilla ice cream and she let me have a taste.  Deeeelish!!

Would have been better with my apple, but she did pretty OK.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lookey Here Lady!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/509788</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 17:36:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Dear mom, 

I will tell you when I have to poop!

And I don't have to poop when its RAINING!!!   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear mom, 

<i>I</i> will tell <i>you</i> when <i>I</i> have to poop!

And I don't have to poop when its RAINING!!!   I do not like to get wet for any reason!

It makes my fur wet and I have to spend two hours licking it back into shape.  Then when it dries, it gets all puffy and foofy.  I DON"T LIKE IT!

I pooped this morning and that is enough for today.  I didn't need to go again.  I told you that, but you didn't listen.  You tricked me with a cookie!  Oh, the nerve!   You opened the door and threw a cookie out there and I ran after it like a fool.  I don't like that mom.   It is not fair for you to use my cookie addiction against me like that.   By the time I realized it was raining, no <i>pouring</i>, you slammed the door shut and made me walk.

I am not happy.  I refused to walk any further after a good long pee because I

DON"T 

HAVE 

TO  

POOP!

You made me get wet anyways and I will never forgive you.  Unless you have cookies.  

Or if there is extra room up there on the couch for Friday Night Smackdown. 

Is there room, mom?  

I'm not that wet.

It's not really a big deal.

Just scooch over a little.....and I can fit my bum.....riiiiiiiiight there...

Ahhhhhh that's nice!

Heehee...you made me wet and now I am making you (and your jammies) wet!  Heeheee!

I forgive you mom.  But really, I don't have to poop.  I will poop Sunday night when all of the rain is over.

I love you mom.

Love, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Roid Rage</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/509454</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:43:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I have been on Prednisone for a week now.  The good news is that my coughing has stopped.  The bad n ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have been on Prednisone for a week now.  The good news is that my coughing has stopped.  The bad news is that last night I had a bit of Roid Rage.  

Dad came home from work and tried to let me out of my crate.  I flashed him my pearly whites and growled at him.  I wasn't in the mood for him.  Dad tried to lure me with cookies, but I didn't want them either.  I grumbled at dad and laid in my crate.  I didn't want to come out until mommy came home!  Jeesh dad, leave me alone!

So, I sat and waited.  And waited.  Finally mom came home and I was so excited.  I jumped up and down and danced all around.  Mom leashed me up and took me out to pee.  Then I went on walkies with dad.  That was fun and I chased a kitty.  Well...I tried to chase a kitty.  Dad wouldn't let me since the kitty wasn't running.  He was all scruched up with his back high and he was hissing.  Dad said his claws were out.  So we walked the other way.

When we came back home, mom had dinner ready.  I still felt a little off.  Mom said I had "tired eyes".  The Roid Rage came back full force.  I gave dad a heck of a time.  I grumbled and growled at him.  It was kinda funny.  Dad didn't mind.  He knew it was the meds.  

Mom called the vet today but they didn't call back.   Mom bets they will call in the morning.  I was supposed to be weaned off of the Roids early next week, but mom wants to start tomorrow.  

Shoot.  I was having fun messing with dad.

Good news is, I seem ok tonight.  Mom's allergies were really bad yesterday.  She thinks mine were too and that added to my bad mood.  Darned ragweed.  We will see what the vet says tomorrow.

Hopefully I won't have to go in and get my temperature taken!! Yikes!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Think I May Be On To Something....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/509056</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 17:36:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/509056</guid>
		<description>I wrote my last diary entry in letter form.  It seems to have been a big hit.  I think I will do tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I wrote my last diary entry in letter form.  It seems to have been a big hit.  I think I will do that from now on.  Or maybe I will do limericks.  Oh, yes!  That is what I will do!  Here is my first one:

There once was a man from Nantucket...

Oh shoot! Here comes mom!  I will have to finish it later!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Alas My Love, We are Reunited!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/508302</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 17:49:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/508302</guid>
		<description>Dear Bully stick, 

I am not sure why we split up.  I knew we were growing apart.  I was losing in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dear Bully stick, 

I am not sure why we split up.  I knew we were growing apart.  I was losing interest in you.  You were hiding in the closet keeping to yourself, not caring what I did or where I went.  Every now and then I would give you a quick one minute emotionless chew.   You just lied there completely unsatisfied.  We were drifting and I couldn't figure out how to rekindle our spark.  I just couldn't chew you any more.  The same old thing day in day out.  I needed more.

I admit it.  I wandered.  I tried pig ears.  They didn't do it for me.  Sure they were good for a quick chew, but there was no substance.  Two minutes and it was over.   They did not have the endurance that you have my dear.  

I tried Texas Taffy.  It was a sweet, luscious piece of meat.  But it was even quicker than pig ears. 

Tonight I got the craving.  I needed a good hard chew that only you could satisfy my dear Bully Stick.  It has been a while since we have seen each other, maybe two or three months. 

I can't do it.  I can't live without you.  When the closet opened and I saw all twelve rock hard inches of chewing bliss, I have to admit that I drooled a little.   You fell on the floor and I pounced.  I pounced hard.

I have been chewing you for about 45 minutes now.  Finally the satisfying chew I needed!  It just doesn't get any better!  I don't know what I was thinking my dear!   We shall never part again!

Whew...I think I need a smoke after that chew!

I am so glad we are reunited!  I shall cuddle with you all night after a chew this good!

Alas my love, we are together again.  May we never part for that long again.  

I love you bully stick.

Love always, 
Chipper]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A day at the beach</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/507916</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 21 Sep 2008 15:27:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/507916</guid>
		<description>Mom took me to the beach today.  We went to Newcastle Commons and walked all around the picnic area  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took me to the beach today.  We went to Newcastle Commons and walked all around the picnic area and chased some gulls.   They're pretty quick little buggers.  I didn't catch any of them.  I'll try more next time.

Now that it is past Labor Day, doggies are allowed in the water.  Me and mom walked all along the water and I was attacked by a couple of the waves.  They had the nerve to touch my toes!!  Crazy mom didn't seem to mind.  She walked right in the water and got all wet. Right up to her knees!  Humans.  They are so weird.

I sniffed some seaweed and I bit a wave.  Then I got really tired and I laid on a rock with mom and just watched the waves and the sailboats in the distance.  After a while, mom noticed that the beach was shrinking and we were running out of space.  She said something about high tide or something.  So, we headed back to the car.  

When we walked off the beach to the picnic area, there was an older couple enjoying the scenery together.  Mom thought they were "wicked cute".  They were sitting in two lawn chairs, holding hands watching the ocean.  The man smiled at me and said "Honey, he looks like a little bear!"  They both smiled at me and told mom that I was cute.  

I held my head a little higher as I pranced by and posed a little as I winked at them.  I am hot stuff.  Even strangers pause to admire.  Nice.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Prepare yourselves ladies....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/506854</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 14:03:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/506854</guid>
		<description>I will soon be even more irresistable.

I just went to the vet (again!) due to my chronic cough.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I will soon be even more irresistable.

I just went to the vet (again!) due to my chronic cough.  They put me up on a table and took pictures of my insides.  There is "some irritation" in my lungs.  Could be a chronic acute bronchitis.   Let me tell you something, there is nothing "cute" about bronchitis.  But the good doctor doesn't think that's the cause of my cough.  My white blood cells look normal.  And the cough started when I was on antibiotics for the man-parts incident.

Mom and the vet had a long talk.  They think maybe I have allergies.  So they are going to try steriods.

STEROIDS?!?

My muscles are gonna get huge!   The girlies are not gonna be able to resist my rippling six pack!   I will need a whole new wardrobe of Patriots and Red Sox shirts to encompass my new svelt self.   I'll also need a new bed to rest my burly bod.  This is gonna be GREAT!! 

Wait, what did you say mom?

Not anabolic steriods?  What the heck is a corticosteriod?  No muscles?  No rippling six pack?  No roid rage?  This stinks!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I am honored to announce....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/506307</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 03:10:54 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/506307</guid>
		<description>That I am one of the Diary Picks of the Day at Diary Central!  

I am soooo excited!  Thank you Do ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That I am one of the Diary Picks of the Day at <a href ="http://www.dogster.com/diary/dcentral.php">Diary Central</a>!  

I am soooo excited!  Thank you Dogster for the honor!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Catch me if you can.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/505499</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 17:21:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/505499</guid>
		<description>I was home alone today with dad and he was unpacking the car from our long weekend of camping.  I wa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was home alone today with dad and he was unpacking the car from our long weekend of camping.  I was laying on the kichen floor when I decided that I had to go.  And go I did.

I ran for it.  The door was open and dad had a basket full of clothes in his hands.  I pushed him out the way and with all my might.

Free at last!

I ran all around the back yard, chasing squirrels and spreading my scent everywhere.  I was having a ball!  

Then I heard it.  There he was.  Dad.  With a leash.  Shoot!

I ran even faster!  Hippey hopping all through the grass.  BTW, someone really should give that lawn a mowing sometime soon.

I got close to the road once and dad panicked.  "Chippy!  Get over here!" he yelled.  I turned and looked at him and ran the other way.  

A few more laps around the yard and I went back to dad.  He slipped the leash on and we went back inside.  

I laid down for a long nappy to recover from my great adventures.  

I am so proud of myself!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Does this make me a momma's boy?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/504286</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 09:12:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Chipper ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498/diary/Thats_mr_mommas_boy_to_you/504286</guid>
		<description>Today I jumped up on the couch with mom.  She opened her arms wide and asked me if I wanted a hug.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today I jumped up on the couch with mom.  She opened her arms wide and asked me if I wanted a hug.  I shoved my head hard into her chest and she hugged me hard and gave me rubbies on my sides.  She told me she loved me and I told her that I love her.   We cuddled for a couple of minutes and then I got an itch "down there" and "ruined the moment" according to mom.  

Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

OK, back to my main point.  It was not all that long ago that cuddling creeped me out.  I didn't like to be on the furnitu