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<title>Blue Eyed Sweetheart</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Maleka (In Loving Memory)</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Maleka (In Loving Memory) &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Mon, 20 May 2013 23:10:35 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>Body Guard Duty</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Aug 2011 20:27:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today is Raffles birthday.  That means a big party and cake.  I love cake.  Adriana says its all my  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today is Raffles birthday.  That means a big party and cake.  I love cake.  Adriana says its all my favorite flavors, pumpkin, applesauce and carrot.  Yum Yum.  

The little guy can get a little crazy on his birthday so Callie has appointed Chewie and I to be his shadows tonight and keep him and his buddies out of trouble.  Let me tell you that can be a monumental task if last year is any indication.  I remember what he and Pongo got up to last year.  When those two get together they can really get crazy.  The good thing is that they are both shorter than me so my plan is if a ruckus starts  to sit on them when they act up and Chewie and I will hypnotize them with our dazzling blue eyes until order is established.

I have a feeling that tonight will be eventful.  Callie says if we can pull this off, Chewie and I will get lots of cake. Yum Yum.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Chewtoy is with us now</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 2 Jul 2011 04:48:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My brother Chewtoy's cancer was just too much for his body so Mom had to book him passage on the tra ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My brother Chewtoy's cancer was just too much for his body so Mom had to book him passage on the train to the Bridge.  I got special permission to go over to the cat bridge and meet him.  It was so great to see him again.  Chewie is such a mellow cat that he has the option to stay in our house with us on the dog side of the bridge.  Dogs don't bother him much.  So he'll bunk in with me until he decides where he wants to live.  I remember when Dad brought him home.  I guess I used to think he was a toy for me to play with.  That's why Dad named him Chewtoy.  But he and I grew to be great friends.  We both had the same electric blue eyes.  Then when Mom came into the picture with her two brown eyed children, Callie and Raffles we became a brady bunch family.  

When Mom and Dad got divorced after I came to the bridge (because of Dad's drinking) Dad abandonded Chewie and left him with Mom which was the best thing. for Chewie  Mom loved him so much and cared for him through his diabetes and cancer.  

Mom I know your heart is breaking again but just know you made the right decision and now Chewie is feeling well again and he's already made cat friends with Nigel, Reuben, Alex and Socks.  He's such a friendly boy he will be happy here Mom.  Lots of fresh air and sunbeams and the most enormous crop of catnip.  Don't worry Mom - we're a family again.  Callie, Raffles, Chewtoy and yours truly - Maleka.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I have no wings</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/684663</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 2 Aug 2010 11:40:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Callie and Raffles have such beautiful wings on their pages, but I've been here since January and I  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Callie and Raffles have such beautiful wings on their pages, but I've been here since January and I have no wings.  Raffles says I'm too big for wings.   But I've seen other Huskies with wings.   Callies says unless I ask no one will know I would like them, so I'm hoping someone sees my big blue eyes and will help me out. 

Thanks.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Kisses Mommy</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 9 May 2010 06:44:07 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi Mommy,

It's a very sad day.  My first Mother's Day without you.  Callie and Raffles are helpin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi Mommy,

It's a very sad day.  My first Mother's Day without you.  Callie and Raffles are helping me cope today but we all have tears in our eyes.  We miss you so much.

We know it's been hard living with Dad and his drinking problem, we hope this will be behind you soon.

Love you bunches.  

Your furry face - Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Can Feel The Love</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 15:53:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I just want to thank everyone for the kind words, love  and gifts you have bestowed upon me and my f ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I just want to thank everyone for the kind words, love  and gifts you have bestowed upon me and my family.  I am blessed with friends from all parts of the country.  Raffles and Callie had me in the steno pool today sending thank yous.  I apologize if I have missed anyone.

I heard from old friends, and so many new friends down below and up here.  

Everytime I turn around I run into another Husky.  They have a large contingent up here and they make a point of coming by to welcome any new Huskies to the Bridge.  At first I thought I was looking in a mirror, so may beautiful faces that look like me.   They are all telling me that this spring I will have to go on the Northern Trek with them.  All the Huskies get together on the Northern side of the Bridge and roam in packs for months at a time.  It sounds like a wonderful adventure.  They told me to take my time and they would be back in April to see if I would like to go.
Of course Callie and Raffles said now that we're one big family again we can't separate, but I think after some time together they'll know I need to be with my own kind for a few months.  They want what makes me happy.

Uh oh.  Gotta run.  We're off for our nightly walk to look in on our families.   Callie says that's the best part of the day.

Love you Mom.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Never Thought I'd be Happy to See Raffles</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 10:50:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm at the Bridge and what a wonderful place it is.  The sun is shining, all the pups are so happy a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm at the Bridge and what a wonderful place it is.  The sun is shining, all the pups are so happy and friendly.  It's neither too hot nor too cool.  I think I'm going to like it here.  I sure was nervous on the train, I didn't know what was going on.  My special angel guide Molly was so nice to me.  Once we arrived at the bridge she stayed with me through orientation and when it was over said she had a nice surprise for me.  She told me to go through the door to the garden and I would be fine.  I was very apprehensive but did as she said and as soon as I walked in pups were cheering for me.  And right in front center was my brother Raffles and sister Callie.  We didn't always get along at home but the Bridge has mellowed Raffles and he was so excited to see me.    He gave me the biggest hug.  They quickly came over and introduced me to this huge crowd of furry faces.  In no time I was meeting all these great pups.  They had a huge party for me.  It was amazing.  Raffles and Callie have this huge group of friends and this beautiful cottage in a valley and their very own dictation business "Flying Paws".  Raffles said he would let me get settled and then I would be part of the business.  They just added a new wing to the house as so many of us are now at the Bridge.  I have my own room.   It faces the North and at night I can hear the Huskies howl up there.  Some day I will trek North and check out my Siberian brothers and sisters.  For now I am content to live with Callie and Raffles. 

They have showed me how to check in on Mom and Dad.  That was difficult the first time.  They are having a very hard time adjusting to my being gone.  After thirteen years a special bond develops.  

Raffles is going to help me send a missive to Quigley.  He has been having the run of my kennel, and the little squirt peed in there. Can you imagine.  I'm gone a few days and he's making it his own.  Mom thinks he just wants to go in the soft straw rather than the cold snow with his delicate butt, but Raffles and I know better.  He's trying to make it his own.  I've got my eye on you Quigley.   You could have at least waited a week.

So many pups have sent me gifts and sent me notes.  I'm so touched.  It will take me awhile to respond to everyone, but thanks so much for your concern about me and my family.

Hey Dexter, I met Kenny - he is fast.  I'll have to keep my eye on him.

More later, Raffles and Callie are taking me down to the Lake.  I haven't been swimming for years.

Hey I saw that Chewtoy was diary of the day yesterday - good job Chewie.
Don't be sad Mom - I'm going to be okay.


Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm On My Way To The Rainbow Bridge</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 18:30:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well my friends, I gave it the good fight, but my old body just wore out.  I just turned 13, and for ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well my friends, I gave it the good fight, but my old body just wore out.  I just turned 13, and for a Husky that's a good run.   My back legs stopped working and they think I may have had a stroke.  Mom and Dad were devastated for me to leave bu they knew it was the best choice for me.

So the last thing I remember was being at the vet with Mom and Dad, it must have been raining in there because Mom and Dad's faces were all wet.  My favorite Doctor, Dr. Anderson was there and all my friends from Banfield.  I got hugs and kisses and lots of scritches and cookies.  Mom gave me a kiss and said to just relax and take a nap.  The next thing I knew I was on this very comfy  train with lots of cool drinks and snacks.  There are a lot of dogs with me and some dogs with wings.  They tell me they are dog angels and will tell us all about where we are and where we're going.  My special angel is Molly.  She said not to be afraid and when I get off the train I will be met by my sister Callie and brother Raffles and a bunch of friends just waiting to see me.  My legs are working again, I can run and jump and I'm no pain.  I'm me again.  Angel Molly says we will be there soon.  She's going to explain everything before we get there.

I miss Mom and Dad.  But Molly says don't worry.  I'll be with Callie and Raffles soon and they will show me how I can check in on Mom and Dad.

Thanks Mom and Dad.  Don't be sad, you gave me a wonderful life.  Molly says I'll be with you again one day.

Love you Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Back Legs Still Not Working</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 16:39:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm so embarrassed Mom and Dad still have to move me with the towel otherwise I can only drag myself ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm so embarrassed Mom and Dad still have to move me with the towel otherwise I can only drag myself.  Mom said to  think of myself as I'm the Queen of Sheba and my two attentive slaves carry me everywhere.

So the pain pills did not help me walk.  Mom talked to the doctor today and they started me on prednizone.  Mom's nervous about the side effects, but we'll just have to take it one day at a time and hope for the best.  

The Bostonians knew before Mom and Dad that something was amiss.  They've been sniffing at my backside all week.  They are smart little pups.

So I'm in this drug induced stupor, and the silver lining is that Mom is getting me special treats.  Oh yeah.  I can handle that.   I'm hanging in there, looking as gorgeous as always.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>January is not a good month</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Jan 2010 08:01:33 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm 13 now and my legs just aren't cooperating.  Mom says I have deteriorated this week and they too ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm 13 now and my legs just aren't cooperating.  Mom says I have deteriorated this week and they took me to the doctor yesterday.  I could hardly make my back legs work and I kept collapsing.   So off I went to the Vet.  It was awful.  They took a lot of tests and some xrays.  The bright spot was that the people that work there are so nice to me.  One guy kept coming back when he wasn't busy to give me pets and scritches.  I enjoyed that.  

The Dr. showed Mom and Dad the xrays.  Something about my hip displaysia getting worse and a possible compressed disk and something about my spine.  They sent me home  with pain pills saying that should help.  Mom wanted me to stay in last night but I wasn't having it, so she was up every 3 hours coming out to check on me.    My legs still aren't behaving but I try to move a little every now and then.  My goal is to make it to the sunny spot this morning.  Mom tried to help move me but I told her to back off, I want to do this on my own.   Mom's worried because I'm not eating much either.  I think if I just chill out in the sun I'll feel better.  I'm not giving up yet.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>December is my favorite month</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 14:52:54 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I 'm having the best month.  Us Huskies love this weather.  Mom gets worried that I'll get cold outs ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I 'm having the best month.  Us Huskies love this weather.  Mom gets worried that I'll get cold outside, but then she looks out and I'll be laying in a snowbank with my legs open because I'm so warm.  

Some days I'd like to go in just to see what's going on, but the scary Priscilla is in there and she's not always nice to me.  But I don't blame her, she has a history of big dogs scaring her.

So, my friends Jaime and Jason came all the way from North Dakota to see little ol me.  Their pet name for me is "Stinky".  I don't know why but I sure do love them.  I saw Jason come through the back gate and I couldn't believe my eyes.  I ran to the side door thinking that he was still living here and he would take me upstairs to the kitchen like he used to.  So I had to be content with throwing myself at him downstairs.  I was in heaven.  Then Aunt Jamie came too.  It was the best day.  When they finally had to leave, I positioned myself on the porch watching the back gate, willing them to come back again.  It was a grand day.


Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Loves Me Bunches</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:51:12 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom put new straw in my kennel and new blankies for my old bones.  She sure takes good care of me.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom put new straw in my kennel and new blankies for my old bones.  She sure takes good care of me.   I just went to the vet for my 6 month checkup and he said I'm doing great.  I'm 13 and have some arthritis in my back legs, but other than that I'm really healthy.

Even Priscilla has been nice to me lately.   And Mom gave me good news today.  My two favorite people Jaime and Jason are coming to visit me in December.  Can life get any better?

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Says I Smell Better</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Aug 2009 10:09:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well Mom is very surprised.  She said I don't smell real bad anymore..  After my encounter with the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well Mom is very surprised.  She said I don't smell real bad anymore..  After my encounter with the skunk, she thought I would smell really foul for months.  I'm in no means daisy fresh as I like to stay outside most of the time, but Mom says I can come in the house any time now.   I'm just my normal stinky self.  I slept in last night,  just because I could.

It's a quiet day.  Dad's golfing (of course) and Mom was going to spend the whole day with us, but had to run to work for a bit as there was a problem with the computers.  She's back now, so we're all having our afternoon nap.  We always seem to sleep better knowing Mom is around.  I have the best spot underneath the shrub roses.  I can see what's going on and no one knows where I am except Mom of course.  She always keeps an eye on me.  She said that's a great place to lay as maybe the scent of the roses will linger on me.

Hey I've got a question, what's the deal with Boston Terriers - do they all have crooked bottom teeth or is just my siblings.  When they smile, it's scary.

Gotta go.  Nap time.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Skunks 2 - Maleka 0</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 18:58:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I can't believe they got me again.  Those cute little critters that look kind of like cats and have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I can't believe they got me again.  Those cute little critters that look kind of like cats and have a white stripe on their back.   I was minding my own business sleeping in the house underneath the fan when I had the urge to go outside for just a moment to relieve myself.  I woke up Dad and he let me out and then he went back to bed.  Wait a minute, I wanted to come back in and lay by the fans, but dear old Dad left me out there.   I had barely sauntered back to my kennel when the little kitty came into the yard.  Of course being the perfect hostess, I had to go say hi.  Well I must have startled the kitty because he turned tail and the most gosh awful smell was all over me.  What's that saying, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.   This happened a couple of years ago and we live in the city.

Well when Mom got up at 4:00 she smelled it through the open window and was so glad that I had spent the night indoors.  She opened the back door to see how bad it was and there I was on the back porch in all my stinkyness.  Oh the embarassment.  At this point I really needed a hug but Mom backed up really fast, told me she loved me and shut the door.

As Mom had to take Grandma to the doctor that morning it was up to dear old Dad to try to deskunk me.  Mom looked on the internet and came up with the hydrogen peroxide/baking soda/dish soap formula, gave it to Dad and said to throw out all my bedding.  So mean old Dad corraled me in the kennel and went to work.  Of course I was incensed and when Dad had done I hid under the rose bushes.  Just try to get me in here Dad.

It's been 3 days and I still reek but not as bad as that first day.  Mom said it will take a couple of months to get back to just my normal stinky self.  So alas, I'm banned from the house until Mom can't smell it any more.  She has a very keen nose.  She bought me some cologne - which I try to avoid.

Mom told me I'm going to have to be much more particular about my friends.  

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Loves Me</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 15:46:16 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Just when I think Mom loves the Bostonians more than me, she surprises me.  She took me for a walk t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Just when I think Mom loves the Bostonians more than me, she surprises me.  She took me for a walk today.  Just me.  I was over the moon.  Mom works very hard and usually gets home when it's dark and with going to grandma's a lot and everything she's always doing something.  She had a million things to do today but she took the time to take me for a walk today.  I love my Mom.  

Now my Dad is another story.  I love him dearly but all I ever get is a scratch behind the ear and about 10 minutes of his time.  Dad is laid off so he's home every day.  I don't understand why he can't take me for walks.  Come on Dad, it will get rid of your beer belly.  I'll keep hoping.

I love this weather 20 degrees.  It's heaven.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's Been an Exhausting Day</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 14:26:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well the day started out pretty well.  Mom took me for a nice walk.  Usually when we get back in the ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well the day started out pretty well.  Mom took me for a nice walk.  Usually when we get back in the yard Mom  takes off my harness.  Today she didn't which I attributed to Mom's senility.  She is pretty old.  She went in the house and pretty soon Mom and Dad both came out and locked the door.  So I figured they were going somewhere and they would lock me in my kennel.  Because I can sometimes be obstinate and I didn't see my "in the kennel treat", I went in the garage with them.  Mom opened the back of her SUV and crawled in which I thought was pretty bizzare.  Next thing I knew I was in there with her, and Dad got in and started the car and we were on our way.  

I do not like car rides.   But this time was better because Mom had folded down the back seats and was back there with me.  It made the ride less traumatic.  I thought uh oh I'm going to the vet.  But then I realized this was a longer ride than to the vet, but it was okay because Mom was giving me the greatest massage.

We finally arrived at our destination.  It was a big green building and we walked around two sides of it to find the door.  On the way to the door was a bus stop with five people waiting inside an enclosure waiting for a bus.  Well I'm the kind of dog who has to meet everyone I see, so I dragged Mom in there and said hello to all five of them.  I got a smile and a scratch behind the ears from each of them.  I'm a good judge of humans and I knew they each needed a dose of dog endorphins.   

We entered the building into this huge room with all kinds of benches and a friendly receptionist.  I had never been here before and I didn't even realize it was a veterinary office, until they took me into a smaller room and someone who I have never even met before lifted my tail and slipped in a thermometer.  I guess I was so relaxed and happy to have Mom and Dad to myself today that I didn't even mind.

A couple of weeks ago Miss Priscilla nipped my leg.   I've been keeping my distance from the inside dogs now.    Mom brought Miss P to live with us a couple of months ago and because she was a rescue, she has had some dominance issues.  Mom worked with her by taking us both for walks every day and she got over it because we'd walk close together on our walks.  But then the weather got colder (which I love) and Miss P and her pink little toes couldn't go for walks.   Now because she doesn't have as much contact with me again, she thinks the whole house is her kennel and sometimes when I come in she forgets who I am and her manners.  And then Mom brought home another Boston (what was she thinking) and Miss P became very protective of him.  So to make a long story short,  I didn't see her and got to close to her and she nipped me and Mom put some ointment on my leg and thought everything was okay.  But then I started licking and licking it and soon had a spot the size of a nickel and it got hard, so they took me in today to get it checked out.  Now I'm on antibiotics and have some spray medicine and the doctor gave her some "yuck" to put around it to discourage me from licking it.  If that doesn't work they're threatening to make me a "cone head" dog.  That's not going to happen.  I have my dignity.  And how in the world would I be able to lick some important areas.  

So all in all it wasn't a bad day.  It was my best time at the vet.  Oh and I got the best treat.  Mom gave me a dog treat that was like dried sweet potato.  It was amazing.

So now my friends.  I am dog tired and need my beauty sleep.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Was Right About The Quigley Thing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/543357</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 19:37:46 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/543357</guid>
		<description>Well my friends.  I unfortunately was right about the Quigley thing.  It's a puppy.  What was Mom th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well my friends.  I unfortunately was right about the Quigley thing.  It's a puppy.  What was Mom thinking?    Two months ago Priscilla came into our lives and it was a little dicey at first but once she and I started walking together, we became better friends.

Now that it's so cold and slippery out we haven't been able to walk together and Priscilla is getting grouchy with me again.   I'll be glad when it gets warmer and we can become friends again.

I hope Priscilla and the puppy (Quigley) don't gang up on me.  I'm an old girl Mom.  Couldn't you have gotten Priscilla a bird?

But at least the spark is back in Mom's eye and she's happy to have the two brown-eyed children need her.    I love the outdoors anyway so they're not bothering me much.   I come in sometimes to check on things but I have to keep my eye on Priscilla, she thinks the whole house is her kennel so she's very protective and now with the puppy to boot, I'll have to watch my butt.

I love all my new Husky friends.  There were 44 of us Husky's on the Christmas card list.  Mom put them all up on the refrigerator.  What handsome pups.  My uncle and aunt came over for Christmas and had to look at each card.  My uncle's first dog was a Husky and they are into big white dogs.  They are amazing folks.  They have soft hearts for critters in need.

Well back to rubbing my face in the snow.  I love this weather.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Husky Heaven</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/537731</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 19:54:35 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/537731</guid>
		<description>I think I'm in Husky Heaven.  Mom got me to join this really cool group of Husky's to exchange Chris ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think I'm in Husky Heaven.  Mom got me to join this really cool group of Husky's to exchange Christmas cards.  I've already received three and I'm helping Mom lick the envelopes of the ones I'm sending out.   Some even have photos of these handsome pups.  Mom is decorating the refrigerator with all my cards.   Priscilla got a card too, but I have more than her, not that I'm showing off - yes I am.

Mom does worry about me.  It's been cold outside but I don't like to sleep in the house.  I have all this fur, I keep nice and toasty outside.  I just like to come in once in awhile to see if I'm missing anything.   This is my weather.  But Mom still worrries.  Her way of thinking is that all dogs should be in the house safe when she's not there to watch over them.  Mom I'm 12, I'm a big girl, chill.

Priscilla told me Mom is getting her a Quigley for Christmas.  I'm not liking the sound of this.  I have a sneaking suspicion I know what a Quigley is.  Chewtoy and I will have to compare notes.  He lives inside and absorbs everything, he should be able to clue me in.

Speaking of Chewtoy - Mom says he had better do his job tonight.  She saw a mouse in the house.  Yes a mouse.  You can tell it's getting cold.  There's just a sliver of space under the door from the basement and Mom thinks he came from outside and then down  in Dad's hobbit hole.  Priscilla got the scent but Mom says we should leave it up to the expert.  Your days are numbered Mr. Mouse.   Quick run downstairs and go back outside.  The Chewmeister is on the job.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Thanksgiving</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/532741</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 19:45:10 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/532741</guid>
		<description>We'd like to wish all of our  friends on Dogster a Happy Thanksgiving.  

Mom said this is the day ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We'd like to wish all of our  friends on Dogster a Happy Thanksgiving.  

Mom said this is the day we should give thanks for all our blessing.  These are some of the things I am thankful for.

1.  I'm thankful for crisp mornings.  Mom took Cylla and I for a walk this morning.  A cold morning always makes the smells that much more tantalizing.  

2.  I'm thankful that I have Cylla as my new sister.

3.  I'm thankful that Mom joined Dogster.

4.  I'm thankful that Callie and Raffles are happy and together up at the Bridge.

5.  I'm thankful that we have such good people in our lives.

6.  I'm thankful that Mom has a way with kibble.

7.  I'm thankful that Mom will be home for the whole weekend.

8.  I'm thankful that I am loved.

Life is good.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Nicco Tagged Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/530233</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 19:51:47 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/530233</guid>
		<description>My bud Nicco tagged me so now I have to say 7 things about myself.
I know with the holiday approach ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My bud Nicco tagged me so now I have to say 7 things about myself.
I know with the holiday approaching everyone is so busy, so I won't tag anyone right now.

Hmmm.  This might be tough.

1.  I like beer (and if Mom finds out how I'm getting those cans, there is gonna be heck to pay)

2.  I try to steal my Daddy's cigarette butts (again Mom spoils my fun)

3.  I'm not a squirrel chaser - they could come and curl up with me - I'd love that.

4. I love people, especially strangers.

5.  Don't tell anyone but Priscilla is starting to grow on me.

6.  Mom is probably the best thing that ever happened to me - since she connected with us, I've had a great life.

7.  I'm sticking to my story - the opossum and I were just friends, trying to keep warm on a cold night.

Now you know a little bit more about me.  Sorry I'm so boring.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My World Is Upside Down</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/522527</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 2 Nov 2008 06:22:05 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/522527</guid>
		<description>I was having a great day yesterday.  Dad and I were having a walk and down the street we saw Mommy.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was having a great day yesterday.  Dad and I were having a walk and down the street we saw Mommy.  I was so excited, but when we got close enough I saw that Mommy had something attached to her arm.  It was black and white and Mommy said it's name was Priscilla (Cylla).  It  wasn't too happy to see me either.  We kept our distance and went for a walk and then horror of horrors Mommy brought it into the yard with her and told me this was my new sister Cylla.   I was hoping it was a bad dream, but when I woke up this morning she was still there.

She's actually a very pretty girl, she reminds me of Raffles.  Cylla has had a roller coaster life so I'm going to forgive her for being snotty with me yesterday.    We just have to get used to each other.  Once she sees how loveable I am she'll come around and I'm sure we'll be great friends.  Mommy says she's a very sweet cuddly girl but she's not used to other dogs, so I'll have to win her over with my charm.

It sure is good to see the light back in Mommy's eyes again and if Cylla can do that, I will put up with the little scamp.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Didn't Get My Walk</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/521226</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 11:58:30 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/521226</guid>
		<description>I sure hope Mom gets over her cold soon.  She hasn't been able to walk me all week and the Dad is no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I sure hope Mom gets over her cold soon.  She hasn't been able to walk me all week and the Dad is not as reliable as Mom.  Also he takes me the same way each day - boring Dad.  Mom mixes it up so I always get new smells.  Plus, Dad wimps out after ten minutes.  Mom and I go for 30 minutes.  I'll have to give her extra kisses to get her well soon and back on track.

I think something is going on - Mom keeps talking about puppies.  Hmmmm.  Chewtoy and I are worried.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm in A-1 Shape</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/511782</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 2 Oct 2008 10:48:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/511782</guid>
		<description>Okay, why didn't anyone tell me I was was going to the vet - why because I would have hid under the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay, why didn't anyone tell me I was was going to the vet - why because I would have hid under the rose bush and no one would have ever been able to get me.

Dad had the day off so he took me to the Vet on Tuesday for my 6 month physical.  I was prodded and poked in embarrassing places I can't even tell you about.  

But they also gushed over me and told me how beautiful I was.  That I can lap up forever.  I love people.  Mom was so proud of me.  I lost 3 pounds, I'm down to a svelte 65 pounds, well maybe not so svelte, but with me taking Mom for daily walks we'll both be trimmer in no time.

The vet said that my teeth were remarkable for my age.  Mom said he doesn't realize my goat like tendencies to steal cans and chew them.  Mom always grabs them as soon as she sees me steal one.  Those dregs in the bottom of the can are so yummy, but Mom's afraid I'll cut my mouth.  Spoil sport.

The vet also said that I was in really good health for my age.  Well it was like getting all A's on my report card.  I was so proud.    But as Raffles would say, "don't get the big head".  Mom was very happy to hear that I was so healthy.  I do have some arthritis in my hips and knees, but she already knew that and is giving me special food to make them feel better.  She takes pretty good care of me.

Dad took me for a walk after he picked me up - and that was just a perfect ending for the day.  I was plumb tuckered out and I slept inside on Mom's chair for the remainder of the night.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>So Much Has Happened - Things Are Different</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/510863</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 18:56:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/510863</guid>
		<description>Well I can't believe that I haven't written in my diary for over a month.  It's been a sad couple of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well I can't believe that I haven't written in my diary for over a month.  It's been a sad couple of months.  Callie was not able to overcome her sudden illness and Mommy had to send her to the Rainbow Bridge on August 18th.  She's now reunited with our brother Raffles.  Boy will that duo cause trouble up there.  So it's very quiet here - too quiet.

So Chewtoy and I are trying the best we can to fill Mom's spare time.  I take Mom for a walk every day.  We both are getting into shape.  I'm not really an indoor dog, I get way toowarm but every once in awhile I come in and zone out on Mom's chair and try to do the cuddly thing.  But face it I'm a Husky, that's just not my thing.  I'm aloof like the cat.  So as much as Chewie and I love being the only critters in Mom's life, we know she needs more.  Face it, I'm too big to be a lap dog.  I love to lay outside in my dirt piles and watch my friends the squirrels.  I never chase them.  Dad says they could run over my foot and I wouldn't even blink.  Chewie tries to be more dog like but he's just not a cuddler and  he loves to sleep in his box on the table.

So I think it's time for Mom to find someone to fill Callie and Raffles shoes - a hard act to follow.

Callie and Raffles have already agreed and they're looking down from the Bridge to see if they can spot the right furry face for Mommy.

When I sleep outside and see 2 bright stars shining together over the house, I know it's Callie and Raffles watching over us.

Well I'm off to lala land.  I wonder where Mom will take me for a walk tomorrow.  I love the weekends - we go to different areas, new smells.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Callie is Sick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/495133</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:22:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/495133</guid>
		<description>It's very sad at our house.  Callie is very sick.  We are hoping for a miracle.  If things don't tur ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's very sad at our house.  Callie is very sick.  We are hoping for a miracle.  If things don't turn around this weekend with a new medicine, Mom may have to book her passage on the train to the Rainbow Bridge.

I'm staying out of the house so I don't get  in the way.  Her muscles and nerves are not talking to each other, so Mommy has to carry her, she can't even stand.

We have our paws crossed that  the meds will help tonight.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Loves Every Darn Bit Of Me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/479985</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 07:18:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/479985</guid>
		<description>Mom took Callie and I for a walk this morning.  It's always a trial for Mom getting our harnesses on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom took Callie and I for a walk this morning.  It's always a trial for Mom getting our harnesses on us because we get so darn excited we can't sit still.  So after 10 minutes Mom finally got us all set.  We went out the gate to the alley and just rounded the garage and we were faced with trouble, big time.  That cagey Rottweiler that lives right across the alley from us was four houses down and saw us and started advancing.  This guy lets himself out of the gate and back in.  They have a big old tire on the gate and they probably think he can't get out but he does.  He might be a big old pussycat, Mom doesn't know but when he started picking up speed toward us Mom turned us around and headed back to our gate, which she had locked.  We didn't know what was happening.  What kind of walk was that Mom.  We didn't even get out of the driveway.  Well Mom got us in there just in the nick of time.  She waited a bit and saw him take his sorry butt back into his yard.  Then we continued our walk.  Callie and I were mighty confused, but we had a nice walk.  We didn't tug at all for Mom.  We know she's an old broad and don't want her to get winded.

Well now I know that Mom really loves me, every darn bit of me, because I couldn't wait till we got home to pooty, so I did the deed in the alley and Mom picked it up.  She loves me so much that she wants every little bit of me.  I think that's a bit weird, but love does that to people.  Go figure.

Now Callie and I are all pooped out (no pun intended).  Mom is going over to Grandma's this afternoon so we can get in a nice afternoon nap.


What a glorious day.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Not A Chicken</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/476135</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 19:30:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/476135</guid>
		<description>Mom is at it again.  She's starting to pluck me.  Mom, I am not a chicken.  Just because I'm startin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom is at it again.  She's starting to pluck me.  Mom, I am not a chicken.  Just because I'm starting to shed and it comes out in tufts, I do not need to have it plucked.  I really think Mom needs professional help.  Is there a "Pluckers Anomonyus"?

Mom would love to take me in to the groomer and have me professionally combed out, but this girl is not going anywhere.  Did you see what happened to Callies tail last time they took her in.  No thank you, just leave me alone and it will all eventually fall out naturally.  Mom says the birds need some fluffy stuff for their nests, and it would be neighborly of me to leave some in the grass for them.  I know Mom's tricks.  She wants to pluck and comb and then comes the "B" word BATH.  I am not letting her trick me into a bath this summer.  I am putting my foot down - all four.  I have places to hide.  I have been fertilizing the shrub rose this sping and it is huge now and I have found a safe place to hide in there.  Even if Mom finds me she'll have trouble getting me out without getting all scratched up.  

Give up Mom - no bath for me this summer  OKAY?????

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wow - Diary of the Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/462988</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 23 May 2008 19:53:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/462988</guid>
		<description>You guys won't believe this.  Dogster made me Diary of the Day today.  What an honor.  It made my Mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You guys won't believe this.  Dogster made me Diary of the Day today.  What an honor.  It made my Mom's day.  I guess I must have learned a few things from Raffles.  He's the king of gab.

I made a lot of new friends today.  It really was a fun day.

I hope I've thanked everyone who sent me a gift or left a message.  You guys are the best.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Strange Bedfellows</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/461097</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 May 2008 09:09:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/461097</guid>
		<description>Okay guys, don't believe everything my brother Raffles tells you.  Yes I will admit there was an opo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Okay guys, don't believe everything my brother Raffles tells you.  Yes I will admit there was an opossum in my kennel last night.  But, I'm a lady and I don't kiss and tell.  Let's leave it at that.  My lips are sealed.  Hey everyone gets lonely some nights.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We Lost Monkey Face</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/456162</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 May 2008 10:28:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/456162</guid>
		<description>Raffles went to the Rainbow Bridge this morning.  It is very sad at our house.  He and I didn't alwa ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Raffles went to the Rainbow Bridge this morning.  It is very sad at our house.  He and I didn't always get along, but he was the apple of Mom's eye.  She got him when he was about 6 weeks old.  He made it to 10.5 years and then that nasty brain tumor got him.  


We were very happy when the sun came out this morning.  It shined in the kitchen window and right on Raffles laying on Mom's lap.  He got that one last sunbeam to guide him to the bridge.

Callie and I will work overtime to keep Mom from being sad.  Mom says we will all meet one day at the Rainbow Bridge.  

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Cushions</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/455737</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 3 May 2008 05:40:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/455737</guid>
		<description>Mom got new cushions for the patio furniture so guess who got the old ones.  That's right, lucky me. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got new cushions for the patio furniture so guess who got the old ones.  That's right, lucky me.  One in in my kennel and one is on the porch right by the door.  My old bones love cushions.

The weather here is trying to behave, but it's raining this weekend.  Maybe by the middle of May we will have sunny warm days.  I hope so.  My brother Raffles is not doing well and Mom hopes he can enjoy some warm sunny days before he has to leave us.  He loves to lay out on the warm sidewalk and work on his tan.  When he gets hot he runs in the house.  This will go on for hours.  Mom says we should install a revolving door.

I try to stay outside most of the time because Mom says we have to try and keep Raffles stress free.  As soon as he sees me, he goes bezerk.  Go figure.  I'm the sweetest girl.  Ask Dad.

Gotta go I hear my breakfast calling.

Maleka.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oh no, a day at the Vet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/445702</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 6 Apr 2008 11:12:47 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/445702</guid>
		<description>Dad put my leash on yesterday morning and I got so excited.  Dad's taking me for a walk.  WRONG!  He ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad put my leash on yesterday morning and I got so excited.  Dad's taking me for a walk.  WRONG!  He took me to the vet for my 6 month checkup.  Rats.  Not fun, shots and poking and proding in places I'm too ladylike to mention.  I was there for hours, but I survived and Dad finally picked me up and took me home.  I got a clean bill of health - my pancreatitis tests were normal - Yay.    I have to admit I like it better when Mom picks me up, because she always stops at McDonalds as a treat for the stressful day.  All Dad gave me was a hard biscuit.

Mom gave me a beautiful red, white and blue blanky to add to my collection in my kennel.   It's very soft.  Today is rainy and dreary - no sun.  I've been spending my time in my kennel, on the porch and in the house.   I can't stay in the house too long.  Raffles is cranky and doesn't want me around.  The poor little guy had another seizure this morning and then for some reason he gets crabby with me.    I'm really a very sweet girl.  Can I help it if I never realize he's so short and I don't see him and walk right over him.  It's always and accident, honestly.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's A Great Day for Sleeping in the Sun</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/437646</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 10:47:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and Dad cleaned up the backyard a few days ago.  It was like a mine field.  The snow had melted  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and Dad cleaned up the backyard a few days ago.  It was like a mine field.  The snow had melted and there were a lot of hidden piles.  With 4 dogs in the backyard, its tough for Mom to find daylight in the winter to pick everything up.  Now I can sleep anywhere.  It's also a challenge to see if the grass comes back up.  That's Dad's job to grow new grass each year.  I do see a lot of dried grass so there is some hope.  

Mom would like to make part of the sunny side of the yard a vegetable garden but Dad won't let her.  He keeps talking about someday he might want to have a boat sitting there.  Mom says that will never happen.  He spends too much time playing golf, he would never have time for a boat and Mom doesn't do boats, she has a motion sickness thing.   Dad dug up a small area and fenced it in right in front of my kennel and said Mom could plant in there.  Nice try Dad but it was all shade.  Mom put in hostas.

I wonder sometimes why Mom and Dad ever got together, they just don't seem to have anything in common, except us of course.

Gotta go and stretch out in sun.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Says I Was A Maniac Today</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/431070</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 19:41:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got home first for a change today.  I ran out of my kennel so fast, I almost ran into the back d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got home first for a change today.  I ran out of my kennel so fast, I almost ran into the back door.  As soon as Mom opened the door I ran in knocking Raffles over and sliding through the kitchen.  I'm free, I'm free.  Mom was not pleased.  She says that's why Raffles can't stand me because I never see him and run him down.  I just get so excited.  I get bored during the day.  

I guess I do have to be careful.  One time I knocked Mom over and she was on crutches for days and had a bruised hip that took over 6 months to heal.  Boy was I in trouble.  I just don't seem to get very good traction in the kitchen.

Callie has a sore leg or foot.  She's been limping since this morning.  I guess I'll have to steer clear of her for a bit.

Well nothing much going on in the house, I'd better go outside on perimeter patrol.  

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Staying Warm</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/423982</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Feb 2008 18:03:27 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It has been cold today.  The sun came out so I tried to stay outside for awhile curled in a chair on ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It has been cold today.  The sun came out so I tried to stay outside for awhile curled in a chair on the porch in the sun.  But Mom finally coaxed me into the house.  

Raffles doesn't like me to be too close to him.  For some reason he just doesn't like me.  He calls me Moose and Horse, just because sometimes I don't see him and walk right over him.  

The little guy is doing okay.  There's nothing we can do but keep him comfortable on his medication and hope for the best.  He hasn't had any more seizures since that terrible night in January.  That was a scary time.

He sure does get crabby when he's hungry.  Mom says the medicine he's on makes him really hungry.  He's such a sweet boy when he's sleeping.  Mom told me that a couple of kids thought he was a pit bull yesterday.  That really was good for his ego.  He always thinks he look macho.

I'm sleeping on Mom's chair and Callie and Raffles are about a foot away, but everyone is sleeping so it's very quiet.    Mom is going to read us a story later and then we'll go to bed.  For some reason, Mom likes to read us mysteries.  No wonder I have such strange dreams.

Night, night - Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Brother is Sick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/414901</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 15:44:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My brother Raffles has a brain tumor.  The doctors say it can't be surgically removed, because he wo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My brother Raffles has a brain tumor.  The doctors say it can't be surgically removed, because he wouldn't be the same little monkey face.  We are all very sad.  Mom is still waiting to find out if radiation or chemo would be an option.  I try to stay away from him as much as possible because he gets very upset with me and I don't want to stress him right now.

Callie and I were there when the seizures started last Saturday, it was very scary and then Mom and Dad rushed him to the hospital.  Callie and I howled all the time they were gone.  We didn't know what else to do.  We were very scared.

He came home Monday night and he looks the same but inside things are not so good.   We just have to pray and hope for the best.  He can be a royal pain in the butt to me, but he's my royal pain and I like having the little guy around.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Way Better</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/412236</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 07:00:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay, I'm feeling much better, about 98% of my old self.  Raffles is the only one who isn't thrilled. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay, I'm feeling much better, about 98% of my old self.  Raffles is the only one who isn't thrilled.

The Doc put me on a strict digestive low fat diet.  Actually it's not so bad, and I get water again.  I was so thirsty and Mom and Dad wouldn't let me drink, doctor's orders.  So no more meat juice on my kibble and I probably won't have real treats forever.  My treats now are more of my kibble.  But I feel good now and everyone is still fussing over me so I'm a happy girl.  You know how Mom always treats us fairly - the 3 Musketeer thing - which means Raffles and Callie don't get juice and treats either unless it's something really healthy.  We are all going to get in really good shape.  Mom feels bad and thinks she may have had some hand in my getting pancreatitis with my diet.

I need more exercise to keep me healthy.  I run around in the back yard, but I no longer have anyone to play with on a regular basis.  Mom has a bad knee and she's kind of a klutz so she can't walk me especially in the winter.  But she said when the snow melts she'd figure out a way to get me out for walks.

I'm just sleeping on Mom's chair, keeping an eye on her - life is good.

Maleka


Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Pancreatitis</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/411461</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 9 Jan 2008 20:12:56 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm a sad girl.  I've been sick for a few days and spent 2 days at the vet and have worried Mom and  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a sad girl.  I've been sick for a few days and spent 2 days at the vet and have worried Mom and Dad.  The Doc says I have something called pancreatitis.  I kept throwing up and lost some blood.  I think I'm on the way to recovery.  It's tough as I can't have very much water and no food for two days.  I'll be on a new diet tomorrow.  My treat days will be few and far between.  Has anyone else gone through this.  I need a little encouragement.

Thanks guys.  Dad says my tail was wagging a bit today and he thinks I may be on the road to recovery.

I don't even have enough strength to annoy Raffles.  I'm just so tired.  

I'll keep you posted. 

Maleka.

P.S.  Mom and Dad have been fussing over me - Raffles and Callie are so jealous.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I need a sled to pull</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/405975</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 11:34:04 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/405975</guid>
		<description>I asked Santa for a sled to pull or a new boyfriend, anything to keep me from being so bored.    San ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I asked Santa for a sled to pull or a new boyfriend, anything to keep me from being so bored.    Santa must not have gotten my letter.  Mom gave me an old sock that she tied into knots and we played tug with it.   That was fun, but I need to run and jump and play.   My boyfriend George has been gone over a month now.  I'm a very sad girl.  Mom plays with me when she comes home but she works long hours and it's dark and cold by the time she comes home.  We play ball for a bit then she's in the house for the night.   I go in a lot, but with this fur coat and my Dad cranking up the heat I can't stay in too long.   I love the winter, because I'm born for this weather, coming from Siberia.  And I hate this weather, because the days are so short the parents aren't outside with me.    What's a girl to do.  At least I have the squirrels and birds to keep me company during the day.  

Mom feels bad that she can't take me for walks.  She has a bad knee and she's kind of a klutz to be honest, so we don't want her walking in the winter.  

I'll just have to keep hoping that we get new neighbors and they'll have a handsome boy dog my size for me to play with.  A girl can dream.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love This Weather</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/395819</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:05:57 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>It's finally my kind of weather.  With my big coat I'm very comfortable.  Mom worries about me and w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's finally my kind of weather.  With my big coat I'm very comfortable.  Mom worries about me and wants me to stay inside, but I love this weather.  It's too warm inside for me.  

It was 5 degrees this morning and we might get snow this weekend.  I stay in my kennel during the day while Mom and Dad are at work.  Dad made me a great dog house and I have a lot of straw and blankets and pillows.  Mom says now that I'm older I need a soft place to lay.

The brown-eyed children are wimps.  They stay in during the day and Raffles who is too macho to wear his sweater runs outside to do his business and runs right back in.  Wimp.

When it gets really cold Mom makes me stay in during the day.  Raffles loves that (not).

My boyfriend moved away.  I sure wish I had a sled to pull or some kids to play with.  It's hard having all this energy with old parents.  Maybe I should build a snowman to play with this year.  

Uh oh.  I think I heard the neighbors, gotta run.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Another Great Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/382227</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 09:28:43 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/382227</guid>
		<description>Dad thinks it's cold out today, but I see that hasn't stopped him from golfing.  It was a brisk 28 d ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Dad thinks it's cold out today, but I see that hasn't stopped him from golfing.  It was a brisk 28 degrees this morning.  My kind of weather.  I love it.  Dad and Uncle Barry went golfing again.  They say it should be in the 50s this afternoon.  I'm just hanging out in the backyard enjoying the day.  The sun feels good on my old bones.  I love watching the birds eat and squirrels scamper around.  It relaxes me.  Of course when Callie comes out I have to pretend to chase the squirrels.  It's a great life.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a Beautiful Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/370118</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 10:45:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/370118</guid>
		<description>What a gorgeous morning.  It was about 60 and windy.  I love laying on the porch with one leg up and ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What a gorgeous morning.  It was about 60 and windy.  I love laying on the porch with one leg up and the wind ruffling my fur.  Mom thinks I look silly but it cools off my tummy.  I get so warm.  I've got the day all planned.  Lay on the porch for awhile, check out dirt pile #1.  Lay in my kennel for awhile, check out the kitchen in case Mom is handing out treats.   Check out dirt pile #3.  Lay by the back door just in case treats are calling me.  Help Mom bring in the groceries.  Watch the squirrels eat their peanuts in the yard.  I never chase them, they are so fun to watch.  They keep me from being bored.  Wait for Dad to come home from golfing.  Watch the birds in the yard.  You catch the drift, just a nice relaxing day.  I love it.  Mom says this is what she plans on doing when she retires.  Mom is so silly.  Does she think I will let her play in my dirt piles.  Silly girl.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Smell Trouble Brewing</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/363694</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 19:46:27 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We are having a cool spell.  Yay.  I love this weather.  Of course I have to go in the house once in ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We are having a cool spell.  Yay.  I love this weather.  Of course I have to go in the house once in awhile just to make sure Callie and Raffles aren't  up to mischief or getting treats.  But, I love to stay outside.  I was built for this weather.  Snow come on down.  

I think I heard my name mentioned by Mom and Dad.  It could have been the wind, but I think they said appointment on Saturday.  That is very bad.  That means I'm going to the vet.  Mom has us all signed up on the Banfield Health Plan.  That means we have to go to the vet twice a year for an exam and we're not even sick.  We stay there for four hours.  Sometimes I think she takes us there just so it will be quiet in the house for awhile.  Oh, I suppose I can bite the bullet and go.  Mom just wants to make sure I'm okay.  I just hate going there.  I'll have to ride in the "CAR".  I love to be in the car, I just don't like to be in it when it moves.  I've gone to drastic measures to make sure they don't take me.  I'll just say that the car doesn't smell to fresh when we get home.  It's my way of getting even.  Oh well, maybe I'll meet some cute boy dogs this time.

I'll let you know how I survive.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Love Parties</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/359225</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 31 Aug 2007 19:34:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I love when Cleo's Mom and Dad (who live upstairs) have friends over.  They hang out on the balcony  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love when Cleo's Mom and Dad (who live upstairs) have friends over.  They hang out on the balcony upstairs.    I make sure I position myself in the yard so they can see how gorgeous I am.  I figured out how to look so adorable that they want to throw me treats.  If that doesn't work, I sing.  Sometimes they come downstairs to use the grill and hang out and I get to mingle with them.  I love that.  I'm a people dog.  Once in a while I snag a soda and one time I grabbed a beer.  Boy did I get in trouble for that, but I sure did sleep well.  Mom says I'm too young for beer.    Did I mention that Cleo's Dad is a chef?  Yummy stuff.   

Yay the weekend is coming up.  Mom usually cooks on the weekend so I make sure I hang out near the kitchen so I can be her official taste tester.  It's funny but sometimes I need to taste it about three times so I can give her an accurate review.  Unfortunately Callie and Raffles horn in too, but Mom's usually generous.  Callie said we're running out of dog treats, so I hope Mom remembers to buy peanut butter and wheat germ tomorrow so she can make homemade treats.  She makes them in different shapes.  The hearts are my favorite because it reminds me of how much Mom loves us.

Uh oh, I've got to get back to my post.  My nose just picked up a whiff of something upstairs.  Time to look adorable again.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Still Clean</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/353366</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 18 Aug 2007 20:11:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>You won't believe it, Mom doesn't.  I'm still clean.  Mom gave me a bath last weekend, and I looked  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You won't believe it, Mom doesn't.  I'm still clean.  Mom gave me a bath last weekend, and I looked so beautiful I decided to try to stay clean.  So it must be working because Dad hasn't called me Stinky since my bath.

Big excitement this morning.  My Grandma and Grandpa from Montana came in to town and stayed for the whole morning.  We only see them about once a year, but I remember that Grandma thinks I'm gorgeous with my big blue eyes.   Mom always makes french toast when they come into town.  And of course we are included.  It was yummmmmmmmmmmmy.

It rained most of the day.  I hung out in my kennel on my blankets.  It was a good sleeping day.

I suppose I should congratulate Raffles on being dairy of the day last week.  He was very excited.  He gets me in more trouble, but I still like the little guy.  I'm so much bigger than the little peanut that he barks to compensate and then we both get in trouble.  Brothers!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Gave Me A Bath  -  Argh!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/350561</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Aug 2007 14:02:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/350561</guid>
		<description>I told you guys she said the B word earlier this week.  I knew she had this evil plot hatched.  At l ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I told you guys she said the B word earlier this week.  I knew she had this evil plot hatched.  At least this year I knew what was going on when she took all my straw, and blankets and pillows (yes I have it rough) and my doghouse out of the kennel.  I watched her from afar.  She put the pool , towels, shampoo, hose and buckets of warm water in the kennel.  Callie and Raffles were out there by the kennel and I told myself "do not go back there she wants to give you a bath".  Then she was diabolical.  She gave Callie and Raffles "Chicken Jerky", my most favorite food in the whole world.  I couldn't control myself, I ran inside my kennel, because that is where Mom gives me treats right before she leaves for work.  I ate my treat and then looked up and knew I was in trouble.  Mom had locked both of us in the kennel with bungee cords.  I was doomed.  And to make matters worse Callie and Raffles were sitting in the hosta garden watching me like it was a show or something.  

My kennel is over 10 feet long and as soon as Mom took off my collar I got  as far from her as I could be.  Can you imagine she thought I would get in the pool and calmly sit and be bathed.  Oh no, if she was going to torture me I would make her run around.  First she put something that smelled like apple on me and then another something that smelled liked oatmeal.  Was she going to eat me?   I got Mom wet too, that made me feel better.  Finally the ordeal was over.  She not only bathed me, but also brushed me.    Then she toweled me down.  I actually liked that part (don't tell her).  She finally let me out.  I ran back and forth across the yard from dirt pile to dirt pile.  Okay she won, but I wasn't going to be clean for long.    I sat in the dirt, she knew I would and didn't scold me.    My tail is so fluffy.  I can't wait for my boyfriend George to see me.  I have to admit I do smell better.  Daddy came home from golfing and said he couldn't call me stinky anymore - at least for today.

Mom washed out my kennel and put in new straw.  She washed my blanket and pillows.  I have a couch with real cushions for visitors.  I haven't been back in my kennel since my ordeal, as I don't trust Mom right now.  She might have something else up her sleeve.  I'll go check it out when she's not looking.  Well after all that you know I need a nap.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I Have New Photos</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/348410</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 7 Aug 2007 18:36:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/348410</guid>
		<description>I'm excited, Mom just put more of my pictures on my page.   She even got a copy of my dark side.  Ch ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm excited, Mom just put more of my pictures on my page.   She even got a copy of my dark side.  Check me out.

Maleka.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm Not Stinky</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/346964</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 4 Aug 2007 19:10:51 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/346964</guid>
		<description>It was a nice quiet morning.  Callie and Raffles were at the groomer.  But all good things come to a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It was a nice quiet morning.  Callie and Raffles were at the groomer.  But all good things come to an end.  They came back.  Everyone said how nice they looked and how great they smelled.    I think people forget that there are thousands of different smells out there, look at all the different perfumes they sell.  So who says they smell better than me.  It's just a matter of preference.

Do you think Mom will buy that and forget about my bath.  I didn't think so either.  I'm going to have to outsmart her.  

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom Made Me A Slide Show</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/344020</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 14:51:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yay!  Mom made me a slide show just like Callie's.  I feel special.  My boyfriend George is in the s ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yay!  Mom made me a slide show just like Callie's.  I feel special.  My boyfriend George is in the slides.  See how handsome he is.   Mom tells me to play hard to get.  But I just love Georgy Porgy, he's my pudding pie.   He's just my size so we always rough house and no one gets hurt.  

It's very warm again today.  Winter can't come too soon for me.  My coat is so warm.  I've been laying in one of my dirt piles all day.  I think I'd better ask Mom to turn over the dirt again so I can cool off.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Never Mess With Your Elders</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/340091</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Jul 2007 20:35:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>If you read Raffles, Callie's and Chewtoy diaries, I guess I'd better tell my side of the story of t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ If you read Raffles, Callie's and Chewtoy diaries, I guess I'd better tell my side of the story of the "Big Fight".   It's simple.  Mom gave us rice krispees, I tried to eat as many as I could and I ended up with my mouth on Callie's pile.   Callie is pretty mellow but she doesn't like you in her space, and I got way too close, I admit it.  She snarled, I pushed and before I knew it we were in a skirmish.  Mom tried to break us up verbally but that didn't work and she ended up hauling me off of Callie.  I ended up with a couple of scratches under my eye and Callie had some scratches and bites on her ear.  I've tried to apologize to her but she won't let me get near her.    She's a bit older than me and I'm way bigger so I feel bad.  Iwill try to stay out of her way for awhile until she forgives me.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Run, Mom's Got The Brush Again</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/337715</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 11:39:33 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I love Mom dearly but she is obsessed with brushing my hair.  I shed alot and it comes out in clumps ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I love Mom dearly but she is obsessed with brushing my hair.  I shed alot and it comes out in clumps.  Mom says if I would just stand still she could get me brushed out really well and then I'd be so much cooler.  I ran to Dad for help, but she has him brainwashed.  He held me so she could torture me again.

The one good thing about Mom brushing my hair is that she throws it out in the yard and my bird friends take it for their nests.  I guess that is why they feel so comfortable about coming into my kennel with me.  I smell like their nest.

Mom wants to take me into the groomer but I hate riding in the car.  I love to jump in the car, but as soon as it starts moving I hate it.    Mom says if I'd learn to love the car I could go places like Callie and Raffles.  But I get too nervous.     I like to have my feet firmly planted on the ground.    Mom has a bad knee so she doesn't usually walk me, but sometimes the people upstairs take me for a walk when they walk their dog Cleo.  They even bought me a pretty blue harness.   If Cleo's Mom and Dad are home they let me out of the kennel during the day while my Mom and Dad are working.   I like them a lot.  They throw me treats from their balcony and sometimes I go upstairs to visit.  That doesn't happen too often because they have two kitties and I probably look like a big horse to them.  But that doesn't keep me from trying.  I love people.

A couple of years ago I got sprayed by a skunk  when I was in my kennel.   My Mom came home from work and could not believe how bad I smelled.  They bathed me in red water (which I later found out was tomato juice).   But it didn't really work.  I had 3 baths that week and was not allowed in the house.  I couldn't understand it.  I smelled okay to me.  About 2 weeks later Mom made me go to the groomer, as she said I still had a residual odor.  She warned the groomers, but they didn't get the full effect until I got wet.  They kept calling me stinky and were really relieved that Mom picked me up right away.

I've got my eye on Mom all the time now because I think I heard her say the B word yesterday.  BATH!  I can usually escape from her when she trys to bathe me and I have her running all over the yard.  That's fun to watch.  Last year she fooled me.  She took everything out of my kennel so she could clean it and give me new straw.  Well after she cleaned it out she called me in there and put our pool in there and locked us both in.  I knew something was up.  She had my shampoo and the hose and heated water nearby, and I was trapped.  The upstairs people watched us and laughed a lot.  Mom is pretty tricky sometimes.   She got me all cleaned up.  But it doesn't last long, because I have special dirt holes that I lay in to keep me cool and I get all dirty.  But Mom says at least I'm her clean little Lika Face for awhile.

I'll keep you posted on who wins next time.

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Blue Eyed Sweetheart</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/337323</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 15:55:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maleka (In Loving Memory) ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/574799/diary/Blue_eyed_sweetheart/337323</guid>
		<description>Mom finally got around to helping me start my diary.   I don't blame Mom, Raffles is so needy, he's  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom finally got around to helping me start my diary.   I don't blame Mom, Raffles is so needy, he's always wanting Mom for something.    My name is Maleka.  I'm a Siberan Husky with steel blue eyes.  My Dad adopted me about 11 years ago.  He said I was really adorable when he got me.  A while after that he got me a brother.  I don't know what Dad was thinking.  It was a CAT!  I soon grew to love the little guy.  We played all the time.  I was quite a bit bigger than him and Dad said it looked like I was always chewing on him, so he named him Chewtoy.  People are always aghast at how he got his name.  But, we were just playing, I never hurt him.  

So we lived in this duplex in Northeast Minneapolis for awhile and then Dad met Mom.  I was really jealous when she first came over and when Dad wasn't looking I jumped on her back to show her that this was my guy, not hers.  Once I realized Dad was serious about this lady, I went over to meet her two dogs.  I was way bigger than them and they were kind of intimidated by my size, but Callie let me know there was going to be no nonsense.  

Eventually this lady sold her house and they ALL moved into our house.    That was a dark day.  The yard was not fenced in so I always had to be in the kennel and the two interlopers got to stay in the house.  I didn't get many walks and my kennel was small and had a dirt floor.  I got out of my kennel a few times and took my self for walks.    Mom didn't like my situation and convinced Dad that I should be spayed to keep me healthy and discourage wandering.  I was really mad at them for a long time.  Mom kept me in the house after my surgery because of the dirt floor.  I had a bedroom all to myself.  I kept a grudge for about two months to show them that I was not happy.  Then I forgave them.

Mom bought a duplex about five miles away and when Mom and Dad got married we all moved into that one.  It has a huge back yard and Dad built a huge garage and a kennel attached to it just for me.  My Dad is a carpenter and really handy.  He put up a six foot fence enclosing the whole back and side yard.    I have the run of the yard and we have locks on the three gates so I'm really safe.  I owe my mom a lot.    I went from a dirt floor kennel  that I was in about 22 hours a day and now I have a gorgeous huge kennel with a cement block floor and a doghouse and bales of hay.  I have the run of the yard and can go in the house anytime I want.  Mom even hangs lights on my kennel.  It's awesome.    I don't know where I would be now if Dad hadn't met Mom.  

Maleka]]></content:encoded>
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