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<title>From the dark end of the street to the bright side of the road!</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 05:22:48 PST</pubDate>
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		<title>Another guest review!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:38:00 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My friend Kiko  has been doing some more reading and she's been kind enough to send me another book  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/265095">Kiko </a> has been doing some more reading and she's been kind enough to send me another book review.  The book is <U>Nose Down, Eyes Up</U>.  Here's Kiko!

This book is by Merrill Markoe, who also wrote Walking In Circles Before Lying Down. Like that book, it is about a person who learns to communicate with dogs. It is mainly about family and what comprises a family, and how we might relate to those that are in our family--or want to be. The narrator is Gil, whose girlfriend Sara is an animal communicator. Unfortunately, she always gets it wrong, as Gil discovers when the dogs start talking to HIM. Jimmy is a lab who Gil has raised from a puppy; the other three are rescues. Jimmy thinks that Gil is his actual father, and that fact gives him insight into people and how to live with them. He gives Tony Robbins-style lectures to the neighborhood dogs to share his wisdom with them. But when he learns that his biological family lives with Gil's ex-wife, he insistes that Gil take him to meet them. Their lives will never be the same after that. 

While this book is quite funny in parts, mom didn't really love it. There is quite a bit of 'bad' language in the book. Mom doesn't hang out with people who talk that way, so reading it is not her favorite thing. Also the main character, Gil, is a guy, and his main preoccupations seem to be drinking and having sex whenever he can. His family is very dysfunctional, and it doesn't seem over the course of the novel that anyone really learns anything about themselves, except for Jimmy. Gil does learn a bit about what having a family is about, but it doesn't seem to change his character for the better, IMHO. It will be interesting to see if anyone else views it differently. We got it from the library, so hopefully it will be available to most of you. 


Thanks, Kiko!  Happy reading, everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>National Candy Corn Day!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 09:56:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Thanks to my special secret anonymous candy corn giver who tells me that today is National Candy Cor ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Thanks to my special secret anonymous candy corn giver who tells me that today is National Candy Corn Day.  My kind of holiday!

Have a happy Candy Corn Day and a happy Howl-o-ween tomorrow, everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Unscratchables</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 09:30:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The Unscratchables by Cornelius Kane, is billed as &quot;a new breed of crime novel.&quot;  Quite frankly, I h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <u>The Unscratchables</u> by Cornelius Kane, is billed as "a new breed of crime novel."  Quite frankly, I had to check to see if Lyle wrote it.  It's much better writing and more clever than anything Lyle's written, but it's so completely Lyle-ish I had to check to be sure.

Here's the story:  Detective Max "Crusher" McNash of the Slaughter Unit in the Police Dog Force is a hard headed, tough as nails bull terrier.  He's called to the scene of a double murder--2 rottweilers are dismembered on the docks in a rough district of the Kennels.

When the evidence points to a cat as the perpetrator, the Feline Bureau of Investigation is brought in to partner up with the Slaughter Unit.  Crusher has a deep-seated hatred for cats, and Siamese in particular--he was a prisoner of the North Siamese in the war.  When the FBI liaison turns out to be a smooth talking, impeccably dressed Siamese, it's almost more than Crusher can handle.  But he's a good dog at heart, and obedience trained, so he buries his instincts and partners with Cassius Lap in the investigation.

What they uncover is a conspiracy extending to the highest levels of government, canine and feline.  In the process, Lap and McNash form a bond of partnership and incorruptibility--together they become the Unscratchables.

Lyle for sure gives this one a 4 paw rating.  If you like a little cheese with your novels, you're sure to enjoy it.  Watch out for some eye-rollers and groaners, but all in all it's a smile from start to finish.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Special Guest!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 14:04:01 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have a special treat for everyone today:  a guest reviewer for the Book Club!

Please give a war ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have a special treat for everyone today:  a guest reviewer for the Book Club!

Please give a warm Book Club welcome to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/265095">Kiko</a>!

She has been kind enough to review a Jon Katz book for us.  I'll let her tell you about it.

<i>'Izzy & Lenore: two dogs, an unexpected journey, and me'. 

His books are always interesting, funny, and insightful. This one is no different. Izzy works with Mr. Katz doing hospice visits, something very different from anything else he has written about. There is also the surprising struggle Mr. Katz reveals that occurred in his life. I'll leave that for you to discover.</i>

Kiko also gave us another 4 paw rating for "The Art of Racing in the Rain", encouragement for those of you who haven't picked that one up yet.

Thanks, Kiko, and happy reading!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Play Dead</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 16:34:28 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's the title of my latest Book Club book, a novel by David Rosenfelt.  It's a good one!

Lawye ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's the title of my latest Book Club book, a novel by David Rosenfelt.  It's a good one!

Lawyer Andy Carpenter is really, really rich, so he gets to pick his clients pretty carefully.  They don't even have to be human.  When Andy rescues golden retriever Reggie from death row at the shelter, he finds himself tangled in a different sort of  life and death mystery.  Reggie's owner is spending his life in prison for the murder of his fiancee.  Reggie was with them on a boat when the supposed murder and then attempted suicide occurred, but Reggie was never found.  When Andy rescues Reggie from the shelter, it becomes clear that what happened on the boat was not so simple.  Andy takes on Reggie's owner as a client, and goes to work setting things right.

It's a fast paced, engaging story with a dog loving protagonist.  Two paws up from me.  Plus Mr. Rosenfelt gets extra bonus points for his good works:  he and his wife started the Tara Foundation, which has found loving homes for over 4000 dogs.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Hitting the books</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 3 Oct 2009 13:03:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's been a while since I've had a chance to do a book review.  Recuperation and vacation (why are t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's been a while since I've had a chance to do a book review.  Recuperation and vacation (why are they always sandy and wet?  Why?) have given me time to catch up.

I had the chance to read three of Lee Charles Kelley's dog-centric mysteries.  In his books, former New York homicide detective turned Maine dog trainer Jack Field just can't seem to keep himself away from murder.  His local police department eventually accepts that his experience and unconventional methods have merit, and Jack and medical examiner/girlfriend Jamie Cutter help to solve the crimes, often with the help of a dog or two.

In his spare time, Jack trains his dogs and discusses training philosophy.  His methods might be considered a bit unconventional:  he despises the "alpha dog" theory, and while that might not be so unconventional any more, his training method involves activating a dog's "prey drive" in order to focus energy and bond with the trainer.

He doesn't discuss training multiple dogs at a time--maybe it shouldn't be done.  But I can say from experience that whenever we activate "prey drive" in this household it's usually a disaster.  For some reason Lyle and I always end up as the prey (pretty sure that's not supposed to happen) and it's no fun when you've got a mouthy terrier in the house.  But I digress.

I also have to respectfully disagree with Jack's theory on spaying and neutering.  He thinks dogs should be left intact, that intact animals are more well-adjusted and easier to train.  He suggests vasectomies for male dogs for population control.  Honestly, I just don't think that will do it.  I'd invite Mr. Kelley to our local animal control where an entire roomful of kittens were euthanized because they couldn't control the spread of infection, and where a van full of healthy dogs was shipped off to the university for research purposes.  Whoops!  There I go again.

For entertainment value, and maybe some helpful training tips, pick up a Lee Charles Kelley novel.  If you're sensitive about dog training and philosophy, check out his <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.leecharleskelley.com/">website</a> first.

Next time: a recommendation from the <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/group/Dog_eared_book_club-1703">Dog Eared Book Club</a>, a group right here on Dogster!  Play Dead, by David Rosenfelt.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tagged!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 10:35:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My super-cute friend Diesel tagged me!  Thanks, Diesel!

It's a getting-to-know-you-better sort of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My super-cute friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/960806">Diesel</a> tagged me!  Thanks, Diesel!

It's a getting-to-know-you-better sort of tag.  I answer these 10  questions and then I'll find 6 pals to do the same.  Here goes:

1. What color is your collar?
Mine is a Southwest sort of scheme--rust, dark yellow, brown.  It looks great on me!

2. What kind of food do you eat? 
Eagle Pack Salmon, Anchovy, and Sardine.  Yes!  It's delicious.  It's wheat and corn free for Lyle's allergies and pH balanced for his tendency to form bladder crystals.  Spring and I eat it because it tastes good.

3. What are your favorite treats?
What don't I love?  I go a little crazy for carrots and chicken jerky...but really, I love everything!

4. Do you have a Valentine or significant other? 
*blushes* Should a girl tell?

5. Do you get table scraps? 
Yes!

6. What is your favorite toy? 
Now this is a sensitive topic...all my toys got tossed when I ate one and ended up in surgery.  I have had a little closely supervised time with a Cuz since then though.

7. When is your birthday? 
April 1, 2001--but that's just a guess.

8. How many times a day do you eat? 
Twice.

9. Do you have a favorite color? 
No, not really.  The boss ma'am says I look pretty cute in Spring's pink jacket though.

10. Do you hope all your pals put this in their diary?
Of course!

Off to tag some friends:  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/944989">Dublin Rose O'Belle</a> (not that I'll be able to understand her answers! ;) ), <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/1009207">Gretchen</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/620536">Gizmo</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/563772">Biscotte</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/540549">Morgan</a>, and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/791725">nina</a>!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Travel Pupdate</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 12:00:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I am happy to report that I've traveled the Road to Recovery and arrived at Recovered.  It's a nice  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I am happy to report that I've traveled the Road to Recovery and arrived at Recovered.  It's a nice place to be.  Other than my seriously embarrassing furcut, you'd be hard pressed to know that anything happened.  Once again, I have to thank everyone for all the well wishes!  Thank you!

In addition to the shaved belly and legs (3 of four shaved.  Why? I ask you.  I have no idea.)  I also have a big shaved square on my right side where I had a pain patch.  The fur there isn't growing back very quickly--in fact I'm not sure it's grown back at all yet.  The boss ma'am wonders if she should post messages there.  Or sell the space for advertising.  Quite the comedian, the boss ma'am.  It does get me a few second glances, though, so maybe I should put something there.  Like "Quit staring."  Or "How do you like my haircut?"

All in all I'm pleased that things are more or less back to normal.  I did notice that in my absence all my toys disappeared.  One tiny little toy ingestion and bowel obstruction in 8 years and suddenly I have no toys.  Overreacting?  Just a touch, I should think.  Not to worry.  I'll find some way to entertain myself.  I'm thinking trash cans, just for starters.  Maybe defluffing a dog bed.  Maybe then the bosses will change their minds about the toys!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Road to Recovery</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 2 Sep 2009 17:47:04 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for all the good thoughts and well wishes!  Dogster pals ar ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for all the good thoughts and well wishes!  Dogster pals are the best pals ever.  Thank you!!

I'm doing so much better.  I got to come home Monday night and the boss ma'am didn't even have to throw a fit about it.  Maybe the nice vet tech saw the look in the boss ma'am's eye when the tech told her that the cleaning lady would check on me from time to time.  As if!

The boss ma'am and I have been camping out on the floor and it's really pretty comfortable.  I have good pain medicines and here's the best part:  I'm supposed to eat a small meal every hour or so.  Now that I have my appetite back, I am loving that!

I know I'm a very lucky girl.  I'm recovering well, I have a family and lots of friends who love me.  I am in all things most richly blessed.  And I know there are others who are going through much tougher times.  So please, help me send more love to <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/890413">Sybil</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/134888">Sadie Boo</a>.  Thank you!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get me outta here!!</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:30:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been abducted.  Cut open and thrown in jail.  Help!  

I know Lyle would say that it was alie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been abducted.  Cut open and thrown in jail.  Help!  

I know Lyle would say that it was aliens but I suspect that's probably not the case.  In fact I'm fairly certain it wasn't an abduction at all but rather more of an abandonment.  And I want to come home!!

About the abandonment.  See, I was feeling pretty lousy Saturday.  Upset stomach and all that.  I do this sometimes.  So we weren't particularly worried until Saturday night when I started to get really uncomfortable.  So the bosses abandon me at the emergency vet.  Can you believe it?  Sure, they say they stuck around for hours until the vets asked them nicely to go home, but I know abandonment when I experience it.  During this time, I am force fed Barium and X rayed.  Remember that whole conversation about food and not food?  Well, I need to revise my definition from Nutritious/Not Nutritious to Digestible/Indigestible.  Unfortunately.  Toys?  Not Digestible.  Not passable either, in my experience.  So then there's the surgery.

Now I'm back at my regular vet recuperating.  They say that I can't go home until I eat.  I say NoWayNoHow am I eating here.  The boss ma'am and I have hatched a plan.  She's coming back to see me again tonight before closing and if they won't let me go then she's going to abduct me anyway and take me home.  To make up for abandoning me yesterday and all.  Only fair, don't you think?  And I'll eat when I'm good and ready.  Maybe even some Digestibles, just to make her happy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sing for your supper</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 7 Aug 2009 15:15:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Spring and I have started a chorus.  We call it the Starving Dog Choir.
It works like this.  See, w ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Spring and I have started a chorus.  We call it the Starving Dog Choir.
It works like this.  See, we get our 2 squares at noon and 5, give or take a few.  It's a very long time between 5 p.m. and noon.  Just ask Spring.  It is hours and hours of wondering, "Is it noon yet?" and usually the answer is no.  A couple of small dogs like Spring and myself could potentially fade into a pile of fur and bones between 5 and noon. 
 
Spring has taken the matter into her own paws.  She has done an admirable job of training the boss ma'am to feed us chicken jerky every morning after breakfast.  That's her breakfast, of course, since we don't get one.  Lately Spring has taken the boss ma'am's training to a new level.  The boss ma'am is not allowed to dawdle in the morning and read the paper or drink her tea.  As soon as the last bite of cereal is eaten, she is supposed to feed us our jerky.  Spring has developed a novel way to tell her when it's time...we sing.  And so the Starving Dog Choir was formed.

I sing soprano.  Spring sings second soprano, or sometimes alto.  She actually has a pretty wide range, but between you and me, I do a much better job on the high notes.  Lyle has a lovely tenor voice but we haven't been able to convince him to join the choir, although he always manages to wander in just in time for the chicken.

The boss ma'am says that we should be a garage band.  I'm not sure exactly what she means by that but I suspect she's overwhelmed by our talent.  She's lucky to have us!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>New Book:  A Dog's Life</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Aug 2009 16:48:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Actually it's not a new book at all:  A Dog's Life by Peter Mayle.  This is my library pick for the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Actually it's not a new book at all:  <u>A Dog's Life</u> by Peter Mayle.  This is my library pick for the month.  If you haven't stopped by your local library lately, check it out!  It's a shame we dogs aren't usually allowed inside, but my friend Shasta the Great Dane is.  She lets kids read to her and helps them to overcome their fears of reading out loud.  Isn't that a great idea?

But more about the book.  <u>A Dog's Life</u> is the story of Boy, a pup of undistinguished beginnings who eventually finds himself living with a dog loving couple and their aging Labradors in rural France.  Boy's take on people, life in France, and life in general is a delight to read.  Here's a sample:

<i>My own version of fetch the ball, for example, provides me with hours of harmless enjoyment and keeps participating adults away from the bar and out of mischief.  I always win, too, which is as it should be.

First, I choose an elevated spot.  It could be at the top of a flight of stairs, a wall, the raised edge of the swimming pool--anywhere that gives me a height advantage.  Stairs are best, because of the added cardiovascular benefits, but I shall come to that in a minute.

I take up my position, ball in mouth, and lurk with lowered head, in the manner of the vulture contemplating the imminent death of his breakfast.  Sooner or later, this motionless and rather extraordinary pose attracts attention.  "What is Boy doing?" they say.  Or, "Is he going to be sick?"  With the eyes of the assembled spectators upon me, I slowly open my mouth and let the ball bounce free.  Down the steps, off the wall, or into the deep end it goes.  I remain completely still, the unblinking eye fixed on the ball below me.  It is a tense and focused moment.

The tension lasts until someone has the common sense to grasp the purpose of the game, which is to retrieve the ball and bring it back to me.  If the spectators are particularly dense--and I've known a few, believe me, who didn't seem to know whether it was lunchtime or Tuesday--I might have to give a short bark to indicate the start of play.  The ball is fetched, brought back, and presented to me.  I give the players a minute or two to settle down and get over the excitement, and then I repeat the process.

I mentioned stairs earlier.  These have the double attraction of noise and healthy physical exertion, in contrast to the visitors' usual program of elbow bending and free-weight training with knife and fork.  The falling ball provides multiple bouncing sounds, and the retriever has to climb up the stairs to give it back to me.  As any doctor will tell you, this is very beneficial for the legs and lungs. </i>

Happy reading!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Good eats</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 19:17:09 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The bosses wonder from time to time what it is that constitutes Good Eats to a Biggie (that's me).   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The bosses wonder from time to time what it is that constitutes Good Eats to a Biggie (that's me).  The short answer to that, of course, is everything!  There really aren't too many things I won't eat.  

Lettuce?  Love it!
Pickles?  The dillier the better!
Olives?  Well, they're really only just okay but actually pretty good if there happens to be some pizza cheese still on them.
Orange peel?  Oh, yeah!

About the only traditional food item I won't eat is raw rhubarb.  (But cook it up with a little sugar and I'm all over it.)  I say traditional because that hints at the bigger question we're skirting around:  What actually is food?

Edible versus non edible is a ridiculous distinction if you ask me.  Everything is edible.  It all goes down the hatch.  It might not stay there, though.  Which leads to my method of distinction:  nutritious versus non-nutritious.  I think this makes a lot more sense.  Anything can be food.  Some of it just doesn't happen to be good for you.

Case in point:  stuffed squeaky toys.   Of course I eat the fuzzy soft stuff on the outside.  Of course I eat the fuzzy soft fluff stuff on the inside.  It's not nutritious but it is still good to eat.  Edible?  Well, of course!  Food?  Why not?  But not nutritious.  I think that answers all the questions, don't you?  Let's eat!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tasting tour</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 13:53:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I think the bosses are trying to expand my horizons.  I'm kind of a homebody, you see.  I'm not much ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I think the bosses are trying to expand my horizons.  I'm kind of a homebody, you see.  I'm not much for travel or adventure.  But I guess the bosses think I should try it out from time to time.  

Have you ever heard of those culinary tours?  Wines, truffles, that sort of thing?  This was like that.  A wild-grass tasting tour of Oregon.  It was nice how the bosses set it up for me.  After all, I do love to taste grass.  But between you and me, well, I would have been pretty happy just staying home and sampling the stuff in my own yard.  Still, they went to a lot of trouble to set up the tour for me so I tried to be a good sport. 

I sampled as many wild grasses as I could.  I tried to savor.  Now, you would think that the bosses would appreciate my efforts.  I mean, I was doing my best to make the most of it.  But instead I get a lot of, "Keep moving, Maebe" and "If you keep stopping on the trail right in front of me you're going to get us both killed, Beege."  (Beege is one of my new nicknames--it comes from B.G. which stands for Best Girl.  They use the initials so Spring won't catch on.  Teehee!)  So I don't really get to savor the grasses like I should.  But they are delicious.  Three hours in a car with an anxious Whigle delicious, maybe not.  But what is, really?

I do have another book that's been recommended to the Club.  I haven't been able to find this one at my local bookstore, so I haven't read it, but it looks like another sweet story.  It's called <u>Jack and Jill:  The miracle dog with a happy tail to tell</u>, by Jill Rappaport.  Any cancer story with a happy ending is a good story if you ask me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm ice cream!</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 16:58:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>And so is Mamie.  Well, not really.  She'd rather eat ice cream than be ice cream.  I can't blame he ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ And so is <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/179949">Mamie</a>.  Well, not really.  She'd rather eat ice cream than be ice cream.  I can't blame her for that.  She tagged me in a new game!

This new tag game is a tasty one.  You say what type of ice cream you would be based on your looks (or maybe your personality?) and then ask 5 friends to do the same.  Mamie would rather eat ice cream than be ice cream so she picked what flavor she'd like best.  I'll stay with the traditional tag rules, I think.

I'm dulce de la leche.  Caramel brown and super sweet!

Let's see what flavor these pups are:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/479879">The Tater Tots</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/695717">Snapper Mullethead Miller</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/44488">Rex</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/120893">Skye</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/233972">Cassie</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Books for sad days</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 13 Jun 2009 17:05:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Sometimes books make us happy.  Sometimes they make us sad.  Sometimes when we are already sad the r ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Sometimes books make us happy.  Sometimes they make us sad.  Sometimes when we are already sad the right book might help ease the hurting just a little.

One of those tough times, of course, is the loss of a beloved pet.  Here are a couple of books that might help.

First, from my good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a>:  <u>Paw Prints in the Stars</u>, by Warren Hanson.  This sweet little book has short verses in the voice of a pet, plus space for you to add your own mementos and memories.  What a wonderful way to memorialize a beloved pet.

Next, for the little ones who might be dealing with the death of a pet for the very first time:  <u>Dog Heaven</u>, by Cynthia Rylant.  This is a children's book, well written with cute illustrations.  It offers comforting thoughts of how our departed pets will never be alone, never be hungry, and can check in on their families whenever they like.
I hope that none of you need these books any time soon.  But if you do I sincerely hope that they offer you solace.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Mother's Day...and a new book!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 10 May 2009 10:11:46 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>To all those moms and dogmoms out there, happy Mother's Day!  I want to especially send lotsa licks  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ To all those moms and dogmoms out there, happy Mother's Day!  I want to especially send lotsa licks to those dogmoms who treat us dogs like family.  I for one don't think of myself as a furry little kid, but I do appreciate being welcomed as a full-fledged family member.

(No, Lyle, I'm not a fledgling, so no, you can't eat me.  Sorry.)

And here's today's Book Club Book:  <u>Tell Me Where It Hurts</u> by Dr. Nick Trout.

Dr. Trout is a veterinary surgeon at Angell Animal Medical Center in Boston, MA.  The book is a day in the life of Dr. Trout, starting and ending with an unfortunate but much loved German Shepherd Dog with bloat.  In between, he treats patients, performs surgery, reminisces about the past, and gives us his insight about issues such as euthanasia.  

It's James Herriot in the big city--a treat for any animal lover with an interest in medicine.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lost &amp; Found</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 16:31:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since we've lived here the bosses have found 5, yep, that's 5, dogs running loose in the streets.  T ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since we've lived here the bosses have found 5, yep, that's 5, dogs running loose in the streets.  The boss man managed to wrangle 3 chihuahuas running on one of the busiest streets in town.  No tags, no ID.  Last week he saw a dachschund wandering a busy intersection in mid afternoon.  He thought she belonged to a woman walking a ways ahead but when he saw the same poor little dog on the same busy street 3 hours later he knew she was lost.  No tags, no ID.  He took her to the vet--no chip either.  So we had a guest for the night.  The bosses spent the evening hanging signs.  The grateful owner called the next morning and vowed to leash the dog to her hip.  I hope she attaches that leash to a collar with tags!  Then just a few days later the boss ma'am brings home another dog loose on our street.  Not a very busy street, sure, but no place for a slow moving mutt to be walking.  Guess what?  No tags, no ID.  She had a chip but the information might have been out of date because they were having trouble finding her owner.

So here is my point.  PLEASE!  Tag your pet.  Chip us!  PLEASE!  If your pet has a chip, make sure the information is up to date.  There are lots of great ways to make sure that your pet will find his or her way home if you ever get separated.  Dogster has 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.togethertag.com/">Together Tag</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://public.homeagain.com/index.html">Home Again</a> is another service.  There are plenty more.

This is to the humans out there reading this with your pets:  We're dogs.  Or cats.  We don't always make good decisions.  Sometimes we escape.  Sometimes we dash out the door.  But none of us can tell the good Samaritan who finds us who we are.  (If we are lucky enough to be picked up by a good Samaritan!)  Please keep us safe.  

Thanks for listening.

P.S. <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://ourmutts.com/maebe/peaches.jpg">Peaches</a> here could use a good home!  Doesn't she have pretty eyes?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>On birthdays, old dogs, and books</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 8 Apr 2009 16:48:45 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Since I barked at you last I celebrated a birthday.

I can't say that I actually had a birthday be ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Since I barked at you last I celebrated a birthday.

I can't say that I actually <i>had</i> a birthday because I don't know for sure when it is.  That's the trouble with getting adopted as an adult dog.  But that's the only downside I can think of.  In fact the bosses can't think of too many downsides to adopting adult dogs either.  There are so many good parts to adopting an older dog.  Sure, you miss out on some of that cute puppy stuff but you also "miss out" on housetraining, teething, and adolescent insouciance.  I for one have never had an accident in the house.  How many puppies can say that?  

And then there's the argument about how we dogs don't live long enough anyway, so if you adopt an older dog it just means you'll get to the heartbreaking part sooner.  I say, "Bah!"  First of all, none of us really knows how long we have here.  So it behooves us to make the most of whatever time we have whether we're young or old.  And I always make a point of packing in all the lovin' I can give to make up for those lost puppy years. 

The birthday problem is easily solved too.  We pick a day and we celebrate!  What could be better?  No downsides here.

As long as we're barking about adoption, why don't you check out this book:  <u>Saved: Rescued Animals and the Lives they Transform</u>, by Karin Winegar with (very pretty) pictures by Judy Olausen.  (Around here we always make sure to give props to the photographers.)  It's a collection of stories about rescued animals--dogs, cats, horses, even birds, and the people who rescue them.  Of course the people who rescue these animals often find themselves rescued or saved in some way, too.

I found the stories about birds among the most interesting.  Listen to this:  "What people should know before they get an exotic bird, according to Eileen McCarthy, is this:  it's like having a three-year-old with a sharp object you can never take away.  And this child--who is tireless and has a voice like a siren when provoked--requires room to run fifteen to twenty miles a day.  He has special needs. And he lives for thirty-five to eighty years."  

The story of the two 3-legged Great Pyrenees who live with hospice and foster care patients will touch your heart.  The one about the tough as nails prison warden who moved the inmates into tents so rescued animals could live in air-conditioned converted prison cells will inspire you.  Check it out!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Book Club 2 for 1 special!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 12:46:41 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi there faithful Book Club members!  I've got a twofer special for you today.  

First, there's a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi there faithful Book Club members!  I've got a twofer special for you today.  

First, there's a little handbook that would be the perfect puppy shower gift:  <u>Happy Dog, Happy You</u> by Arden Moore.   That title is a philosophy we can all live with, don't you think?  It's a collection of a variety of tips, tricks and good stuff.  It's packed with tidbits on everything from how to host a birthday party for your dog to why gum is bad for us canines.  There are even recipes!  It's a winner.

Next up, my very favorite dog novel to date:  <u>Dog On It</u>, by Spencer Quinn.  Mr. Quinn gets bonus points for the clever title, not that his book needs them.  The story is about Bernie, a private detective, and his dog, Chet, who narrates the tale.  Chet is a bright, clever detective in his own right, but he's all dog.  It's a funny, entertaining book (a warning for the younger set--a little language, from the humans, of course) and I'm hoping Bernie and Chet have many more adventures.

Bernie and Chet are investigating a missing teen.  She might be a runaway, or worse.  Chet, through a series of coincidences, manages to solve the mystery pretty quickly, but his limited means of communication and short attention span keep the story going while Bernie unfolds the case.  It's a detective story like no other I've read; usually clues are parceled out to the reader as the narrator discovers them.  In Chet's case, major plot developments happen while he's napping or at the groomer and he still manages to solve the case with his own canine flair.

4 paws up for Chet and Bernie!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The good part about vacation...</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 12:19:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>...is definitely the books.  We have more time to read (the boss ma'am is one of those lucky people  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ...is definitely the books.  We have more time to read (the boss ma'am is one of those lucky people who can read in a car) and so I have lots of new ones to tell you about.

The bad part about vacation is all the anxiety.  I tend to be a little anxious by nature anyway and when the bosses start packing suitcases I start to wonder:  "Where are they going?" "Will I go too?" "Are we ever coming back?"

And then when we get there, I wonder if we're ever going home again.  I don't take any chances.  I <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/PackMaebe.jpg">play it safe</a>.

But back to the books.

Feeling introspective?  Tired of those conventional sciences for peering into your personality?  Dogology, by Vicki Croke and Sarah Wilson is the book for you!

In it, they look at how a person's relationship with his or her (although I think they're clearly barking to the 'her' audience) dog reflects his or her personality.  The main personality types are Feelers, Thinkers, and Do-ers, with subsets in each.  They describe each type in realistic scenarios and have little quizzes to help your person figure out which one(s) he or she is.  Then they talk about how knowing your type will affect how you interact with other people and dogs.  It's fun, lighthearted, and might be pretty accurate, to boot!

The boss ma'am is an Observer with some Idealist and Soul Mate thrown in.  Read the book and tell me what your people are!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tag!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 20 Mar 2009 10:40:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My new friend Marley Bob Miller wants to play tag with me!  

I'm always up for a game, so here go ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My new friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/695843">Marley Bob Miller</a> wants to play tag with me!  

I'm always up for a game, so here goes.  I tell you 7 things about myself and then tag 7 of my pals to do the same.  Ready?

1.  I hate vacations.  More about that later.  But the last 2 I've taken have been warm and wet and cold and wet.  If we have to go somewhere, why can't we go somewhere warm and dry?  Hey!  It's warm and dry here!  Let's just stay home!
2.  I don't actually read the books from the book reviews.  Reading makes me very sleepy.  But the boss ma'am reads them and when she gets to a good part she'll read it out loud for all of us.  I love that.  
3.  I have a bunch of new dog books to review for you!  Yay!
4.  I tend to be nervous.  I soothe myself by sucking on my back foot.  Maybe I'll have the boss ma'am make a movie of it for you.  I can fit the whole thing in my mouth, up to the ankle.  My old vet called it my Nuk.
5.  I will eat anything.  Olives?  You bet!  (Although I admit they're better with pizza cheese on them.)  Pickles?  Mmm...pickles!  Orange rind?  Down the hatch!
6.  I passed Basic Obedience.  Go me!  I never did make peace with Gunner, though.  Cheeky bugger that he is.
7.  I'm so happy to be home from vacation!!

Off to tag some of my newest pals:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/112070">Butch</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/619727">Gordy</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/771033">Belle</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/332992">Jan</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/512453">Birdy</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/467498">Chipper</a>
and my most loyal book club member:
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy Valentine's Day!</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 09:46:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm thinking about all the tasty treats that come with this holiday.  I hope we all get some!

The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/maebetongue.jpg">thinking about all the tasty treats</a> that come with this holiday.  I hope we all get some!

The boss ma'am and I have recently read another book.  It's called "Nose Down, Eyes Up" by Merrill Markoe.  It has a funny premise:  a man discovers he can not only hear his dogs talking, he can talk to them.  It's made potentially even more clever by the fact that his girlfriend is a so-called animal communicator.  Too bad the book doesn't live up to its potential.

There are some very funny bits with Jimmy, the main character's Top Dog, as he shares his wisdom with the rest of his pack and some neighbor dogs.  Turns out Jimmy considers himself their alpha because he believes himself to be a human/dog hybrid.  When Jimmy discovers he's adopted (another one of the funny bits), it sets in motion one of the major plot lines--Jimmy finds his "real" family.  

Too bad Jimmy and his owner are jerks.  (Sorry, that's not very nice of me to say, but it's true.  Wouldn't have been more realistic if it was just the owner who is a jerk?)  And this is definitely not a book for the younger set despite the cute title and the adorable picture on the cover.  

Pick this one up at the library if you still want to read it.  It does have a happy ending, so I'll give it one paw of four.

Confidential to the Book Club Members--we need some good stuff to read!  Any suggestions?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>School Days</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 7 Feb 2009 11:25:59 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Guess what?  I'm a student!  I started Basic Obedience a few weeks ago.  I have been home schooling  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Guess what?  I'm a student!  I started Basic Obedience a few weeks ago.  I have been home schooling with Spring and Lyle, and I do pretty well with most of it.  The bosses thought it would do me good to enroll in a class, though, to see how I do in an unfamiliar environment.  They thought it would be good for my confidence.  

I'll admit I do get a little anxious sometimes.  I like having Spring and Lyle around to show me what to do when I'm unsure of myself.  That's how I learned to bark like crazy at the doorbell and how to pull on a leash.  They're good teachers.  But at class, it's just me and Gunner the hyped-up Pointer and Maggie the cupcake eating Boxer (last Thursday she ate 10 of them, and their wrappers, before coming to class.  I like Maggie just fine.)  Gunner wants to maul me.  Not in a "I'm going to eat you" kind of way, but in a "hey angel, I just wanted to check your tags to see if you came straight from heaven" kind of way.  I don't like him at all.

Anyway, last week we were working on Bring It, Drop It, and Take It.  Our instructor (who is the best, or at least I thought so until the Drop It demo, but more about that in a moment) had squeaky toys for us to borrow and practice with.  I took the squeaky toy, but I really didn't think it was polite of her to ask for it right back.  So I wouldn't give it back.  Then she thought it would be good to show the class how to practice Drop It with food.  She brought me a big cookie and gave it to me.  Well, I'm no dummy.  I took it, of course, and I saw that Gunner and Maggie didn't have one.  No way was I giving it back.  NO WAY.  My eyes got big.  My legs locked.  I was shaking.  I've got most of this huge cookie in my mouth and my instructor is holding the other part.  Not pulling, just waiting.  I am drooling.  I am not letting go, no way.  The boss ma'am and the instructor put tasty treats in front of my nose.  No give.  More tasty cookies on the floor.  Nope.  The boss ma'am puts tasty meaty treats on my tongue.  More drooling, no dropping.  The boss ma'am calls me a stubborn little beastie.  Spring would be so proud of me.  Eventually the very patient instructor finally yanks the cookie out of my mouth and I am cookieless.  I do get to eat it eventually, but now I understand what class is all about.  Learning about Life.  And Hard Knocks.  And how to swallow faster.

Speaking of Hard Knocks, meet <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/1&2maleLabSharpei_M_Kloth58.jpg">these guys</a>.  They're at the Benton Franklin Humane Society and they need a home.  Kind of makes my Hard Knocks pale in comparison I suppose.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Happy New Year!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/545848</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 4 Jan 2009 09:21:58 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I messed up with my letter to Santa Paws.  I should have asked Santa for no winter.  And an indoor p ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I messed up with my letter to Santa Paws.  I <i>should</i> have asked Santa for no winter.  And an indoor potty.  Silly me.  Because here's the thing:  I am not a snow dog.  Let me repeat that, slowly, so the bosses will understand:  I. Am. Not. A. Snow. Dog.  

Lucky for me the boss man got a very useful present from my grandma and grandpa.  It's for his studio but since he's on a break from classes until the end of the month, he said I could use it.

So now I have my own <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/maebeheater.jpg">indoor sun</a>.  

I'm not leaving the house until May.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Winter Wonderland</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/540363</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 17:30:48 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Good news!

Sara was adopted.  And lots of her friends, too.  Our shelter has been very busy this  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Good news!

Sara was adopted.  And lots of her friends, too.  Our shelter has been very busy this season.  I hope all the dogs and cats there are going to homes as wonderful as mine.

Or maybe slightly more wonderful.  My home could be a tad bit warmer, actually.  Nobody bothered to tell me that Washington is COLD!  Really cold.  And snowy.  I am not a winter dog.  I think I've mentioned this before.  I thought Kentucky was cold but I stand corrected.  Actually, I burrow under all the covers and shiver corrected.

But the holidays are coming so I shouldn't complain too much.  In fact, I've been composing a letter to Santa.

<i>Dear Santa Paws:
I have been a very good girl this year.  I don't mean to seem immodest but I do believe I have been the best dog in the house this year and I hope you find it in your heart and toy sack to reward me for that.  I hope you know how much I love a plush toy that squeaks.  A squeaky toy or three might be a good way to reward me for the good dog I have been.  

But I don't want it to all be about me.  If there are toys in your toy sack for all the shelter animals that would be good too.  Or maybe some extra kibble or treats.  Or a cash donation?  Those shelters are always strapped for cash you know.  And I'm sure I don't need to tell you that everyone there has been very good and working very hard.

Thank you very much, Santa.  Merry Christmas!

Maebe</i>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Don't go breakin' my heart!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 16:04:43 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi.  My name is Sara.  Miss Maebe said I could use her space to say a few words.  So hi.

This is  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi.  My name is Sara.  Miss Maebe said I could use her space to say a few words.  So hi.

<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://ourmutts.com/maebe/Sara_M_Kloth011.jpg">This is me</a>.  I live at the Benton-Franklin Humane Society.  I used to have a sister there.  

<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://ourmutts.com/maebe/Boston-JackRussel_M_Kloth20.jpg">This is us</a>.  My sister got adopted and now I'm all alone.  Well, not alone exactly.  There are other dogs, I know, because I can hear them.  I can't really see them because I'm in a concrete enclosure.  I can see the shelter workers when they come by to say hello or clean my space.  They're really very nice to me.  But there is nowhere to play and no one to play with.  My shelter doesn't even have any outdoor dog runs.  It's not their fault.  There's just too many of us and not enough space or money to go around.  I guess it's like that at a lot of shelters.  I'm lucky, though, because my shelter will offer me my little concrete enclosure for as long as I need it.  Lots of dogs don't even get that chance.  But I don't really want to grow up here.  I know there is a big wide world out there and I would so much love to see it.  Maybe with you?

Imagine <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/Sara.jpg">yourself in this picture</a>!  That could be you, right there.  I promise I will love you forever!

Maebe here!  Isn't she sweet?  She's a Jack Russell/Boston Terrier mix and she needs a home!  Pretty please?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The book club meets again</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 16:11:21 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have made it my mission to find a dog book that Baxter's mom hasn't read yet.  Not an easy task!
 ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have made it my mission to find a dog book that <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/210641">Baxter's</a> mom hasn't read yet.  Not an easy task!

Let's try <u>The Dogs Who Found Me</u> by Ken Foster.  It's a collection of vignettes about dogs the author has found, re-found, rescued, fostered, re-homed, and kept.  In between he offers some wisdom on things like reading dog body language and how to prepare for natural disasters.  It's a touching collection of true stories but not for the faint of heart---Mr. Foster has strong feelings about those who abandon dogs and is not afraid to share them: 

<i>"I get cornered all the time by people who are considering getting a dog and want to know what to expect.  'If I get an older dog,' they ask, 'will I have to train him?' Yes, I tell them, even though there are plenty of older dogs who have certainly grown out of their rambunctious puppyhood.  Part of it, I said, is about establishing a relationship, so that even if they know the commands, they will need to know what they mean coming from you, the new owner.  'You can't just install them in the apartment like a piece of furniture,' I say, and these people usually say something along the lines of 'Oh, never mind.'  These are not dog people, and that is fine, as long as they don't have dogs.  The dog person, hearing how difficult and challenging it may be to take a rescued dog from a shelter, signs up for the responsibility immediately, ready to cancel vacations and sacrifice the new couch.
Like parents who abandon their children at day care or leave the newborn child on the steps of a hospital or a church, many people who decide to get rid of a dog take him somewhere they think they'll find someone better able to take care of him:  a vet's office, a park, a dog run.  Then they leave him behind, pretending, I guess, that they've done everything they can."</i>

But the bottom line is that Mr. Foster loves dogs and though his words are strong, the book is full of heart felt sentiment and touches of humor.   And he rescues dogs, so he's a-okay in my book.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Let's play a game!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 4 Nov 2008 18:43:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>My friend Cassie tagged me in this round of Tag.  

I get to tell you all 7 things about myself an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ My friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/233972">Cassie</a> tagged me in this round of Tag.  

I get to tell you all 7 things about myself and then I get to choose 7 pals who will tell you 7 things about themselves.  I'll send them a rosette so they know they are It.  When they each tag their 7 friends they can send them a pmail or a rosette to let them know the game is on!  It's a fun way to learn more about your pals.  So here goes!

1.  I'm the snuggly one.  That's why the boss ma'am calls me B.G.  It stands for Best Girl (don't tell Spring!).
2.  I started the trend of all us dogs sleeping on the bed.  I cried my little heart out in the crate at night and earned my spot spooning the boss ma'am!
3.  I might have to go to Basic Training soon.  The bosses think I might do well to have some obedience training.  Uh oh!
4.  I will eat anything.  Absolutely anything.
5.  All the toys are mine.  I can't stand it when Lyle or Spring has one.  I collect them all and put them on my bed for safekeeping.
6.  I will come running from anywhere if I hear the squeak of a toy.
7.  Spring is still my best buddy even if she did try to eat me.

So now I'll tag some friends and I hope you all have fun!
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/320479">Kody</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/132613">Dallas</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/125438">Meatball</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/235499">Tajah</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/421669">Ben</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/261416">Boomer Sooner</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/890433">Copper</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Distracted by Sweetness</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/519145</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 19:30:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>The boss ma'am is off work this week and she is blaming ME for not getting as many things done as sh ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The boss ma'am is off work this week and she is blaming ME for not getting as many things done as she would have liked.   She says that she is distracted by my sweetness and wants to spend all of her time curled up with me.  Quite frankly I'm not sure how I feel about that.  It doesn't sit right with me that I'm getting blamed for something because I always like to do what's right, you know.  But on the other paw, I do like to hear how sweet I am.  And I love to curl up with my ma'am.

Luckily the boss ma'am has not been too distracted to read.  She and I have most recently read <u>Lost and Found</u> by Jacqueline Sheehan.  This book comes as a recommendation from good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/265095">Kiko</a>, who gives it two paws up.  I have to agree.

The story is about a lady named Rocky who unexpectedly loses her husband to a heart attack.  This happens in chapter 1, so I'm not spoiling anything for you.  Rocky is a psychologist but she is unable to cope with her grief and tries to escape her pain by reinventing herself in a new town.  Some quirky island locals and an injured black Lab help her to find herself again.  It's a sweet story with...get this!...a happy ending.  My favorite kind of book.

Here are Rocky's thoughts after finding the injured dog:
<i>"It was bad enough that the dog was injured and was now recovering from surgery, but something else was really wrong with him, something that Rocky had seen in his eyes on the day she found him.  He had lost someone and it was horrible for the dog.  Rocky knew that food, a warm bed, lots of water, and encouraging words would not be enough.  He longed for someone."</i>

And of course, Rocky does too.  As she searches for the dog's lost someone, she finds joy and healing for herself.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Adopt a Shelter Dog</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/517301</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 09:23:52 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>October is Adopt a Shelter Dog month.  I have a great idea about how to celebrate!

Check out thes ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ October 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.aspca.org/site/PageServer?pagename=asdm">Adopt a Shelter Dog</a> month.  I have a great idea about how to celebrate!

Check out <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.new.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1050771950862">these guys</a> from our local shelter.  Or visit your local shelter to meet your new best friend.

Full up on dogs and cats?  Don't feel bad, we are too.  But don't worry!  Even if you can't adopt a shelter dog, there are lots of ways you can help your local shelter.  Volunteer!  Educate!  Spay and neuter your pets!  On behalf of mutts everywhere, I thank you.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>More stories</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 17:47:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me tell you a story.  Once upon a time, there was a man who took photography classes.  He was a  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me tell you a story.  Once upon a time, there was a man who took photography classes.  He was a dog loving guy, as all good guys are.  He needed something to take pictures of for his classes.  A friend suggested he talk to a nice lady from the Woodford Humane Society about taking pictures for their website and for Petfinder.  So the man met the nice lady and they became friends.  The man took lots of pictures for the humane society and met some very special animals.  One of those animals was a scrawny terrier mix named Samantha.  Samantha was adopted and returned to the humane society twice.  Twice the man took her picture for Petfinder.  Samantha fell in love with the man and insisted that the man and his wife adopt her.  So they did.  About a year later the man took pictures of a little hound dog named Rasha.  Rasha was adopted and returned to the humane society so the man took his wife to meet her.  The wife fell in love and Rasha went to her forever home.  

So what is the point of my story?  Samantha is Spring.  Rasha is me.  And the very nice lady who is a good friend of the bosses now has her hounds right here on Dogster!!  Welcome, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/890433">Copper</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/890413">Sybil</a>, and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/890423">Sally</a>!  We are so happy you are here.  Everyone please give them a super warm Dogster welcome for me.  

I have another story for you:  <u>Merle's Door: Lessons from a freethinking dog</u>, by Ted Kerasote.

This book comes to us as a recommendation from <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/210641">Baxter</a>.  Thanks, Baxter!  Merle is a mixed breed pup who finds Mr. Kerasote on a camping trip.  They quickly develop a connection which becomes a strong bond over the years.  Mr. Kerasote explores with Merle, and in trying to understand Merle's world better, finds that he is able to experience his own more fully.  It is a story of their life together and their adventures, with a sprinkling of doggie facts and research. Mr. Kerasote adds his own opinions about dog training and the lives of city dogs, some of which may be a little heavy handed for some readers.  The fact is, Merle is a special dog in special circumstances:  the "door" in question is an actual doggie door and a metaphorical door that allows Merle to wander freely through life.  Obviously not all of us can wander through town leashless and at our leisure!  But as Baxter reminded me, <i>"...if a book like this can influence dog owners to spend more time engaging their dogs in stimulating activities then we think it is great! We know many dogs that stay in their crates all day, and their exercise is limited to their own backyards or the same daily walk around the same block....we want all dogs to be able to get out and enjoy the great big world - whether they are roaming the great expanses of Wyoming or trotting along uncharted territories with their owners at the other end of the leash - to us it is about providing new experiences for your dog and enjoying the time spent together doing these things!"</i>  Well said, Baxter!

Mr. Kerasote ponders about what makes Merle (and all dogs) happy.  He looks to research about wolves and wolf packs, and studies his own dog very carefully to determine what fulfills him most.  One of his reflections:  <i>"What do dogs want, then?  The company of dogs, or the company of people?  For many dogs who have the freedom to be themselves, both.  Dogs with choices exercise their individual tastes, picking dogs or people, depending on which group meets their needs at a particular moment.  Such behavior destroys the illusion that a dog's love is unconditional, but so what?  Our love--at least a significant part of it--is conditional, just like theirs.  We prefer to be with those who respect our selfhood, who do interesting things, and who smell right."</i>

And of course the obligatory Kleenex warning--the last few chapters of the book are truly a love story.  Ted is devoted to Merle and the reader cannot help to grieve with him at the loss of this remarkable companion.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My Special Day--and a new book too</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 20:20:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>A little while ago the bosses happened to see a bit of a show called &quot;John and Kate Plus 8&quot; or somet ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ A little while ago the bosses happened to see a bit of a show called "John and Kate Plus 8" or something like that.  John and Kate are the parents, I think, and they have one gazillion kids.  On this particular show, one of the kids got to spend the whole day with her parents; it was her "special day." 

Now, we don't have a gazillion kids or even a gazillion dogs (although the bosses say some days it feels that way) but the bosses find that sometimes it's hard to give each one of us the individual attention we deserve.  So they decided to try the Special Day approach.  Spring has a Special Day every Saturday when she goes to class.  She loves going to classes and sometimes she gets to go out to lunch with the bosses afterwards.  Lyle got his Special Day at the vet, which isn't as bad as it sounds because he gets treated pretty nicely there and he got to go to Sonic afterwards for lunch.  He's still going on and on about his Tots. 

Yesterday it was my turn.  Yay!  I got to pick whatever I wanted to do.  So I decided we'd go to Sonic for lunch (had to try the tots for myself, you see) and then go to the pet store so I could pick out a toy and some treats.

Sonic was beyond my wildest imaginations!  I tried everything. 
My favorite part was the peppermint.  The boss ma'am said she'd never smelled a dog with better breath than mine.  Chocolate malt peppermint breath.  I did smell pretty good I think.

Then we were off to PetSmart.  I picked out some of Paul Newman's (rest in peace, Mr. Newman) turkey cookies and a squeaky stuffed corncob.  I got to carry my toy all through the store and play with it all the way home.  No one tried to steal it.  No one hogged the cookies.  If that's not a special day I don't know what is.

But of course I couldn't wait to tell Lyle and Spring all about it.  I even shared my cookies with them.  Hooray for Special Days!

And I have a new book for all you Book Club members.  This one comes recommended by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a>.  It's <u>Before You Were Mine</u>, by Maribeth Boelts.  It's an award winner, too!  It won the Henry Bergh Children's Book Award Winner:  Fiction Companion Animals Award 2007.  And I can see why.  It's a wonderfully sweet story about a boy whose family adopts a shelter dog.  The boy wonders about what life was like before the dog came to his new home.  Was the dog treated well?  How did he end up in the shelter?  But in the end he realizes that none of that really matters now that they have found each other. 

If you're thinking about adopting a shelter dog for your family, this would be a great book to read to your kids.  If you've recently lost a beloved canine companion, grab a tissue first!

In the afterward, Ms Boelts has this to say:  <i>"Home for a shelter dog means a place where there is training, companionship, and most important...love--the kind of love that focuses not on what may have happened in a dog's life before, but on the hopeful potential of his future."</i>  I like this lady!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We meet again:  the book club</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/504797</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 16:31:18 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>So many book lovers!  It's wonderful, really.  Yuji and Baxter have made book recommendations for me ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So many book lovers!  It's wonderful, really.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/398621">Yuji</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/210641">Baxter</a> have made book recommendations for me.  I will send the boss ma'am to the book store pronto.

In the meantime, I want to bark a bit about a book that has made a big splash:  <u>Marley and Me</u> by John Grogan.  I have to confess, I was not particularly impressed with "the world's worst dog."  Sure, it's a cute story.  Sweet, sad, kind of funny, all the usual dog story stuff.  But between you and me, I hope Mr. Grogan never gets a terrier.  World's worst dog indeed!  (Sorry, Spring.)

If you want a good read about a really naughty dog, try <u>What the Dog Did</u> by Emily Yoffe.  It's a scream.  Here's what she learns while researching dogs before adopting one:

<i>"In its entry on beagles, <u>The International Encyclopedia of Dogs</u> states:  'It is essential that the breed is trained to come when called, as this can avert disaster should a potential 'hunting' situation arise.'  Excellent advice, and as useful as a child-rearing book declaring:  'It is crucial to instruct your offspring to become as rich as Bill Gates, as this can avert disaster should a potential financial obligation arise.'"</i>

Once rescue beagle Sasha arrives, the author finds herself unprepared for the level of supervision required:
<i>"In a Henry VIII-style banquet, Sasha had consumed one fifth of her weight in cat food.  The food must have contained some special brain nutrients, since I then noticed that Sasha had managed to disable the brilliant string rubber band hook and eye contraption I had rigged to keep the basement door open only wide enough for the cats to fit through.  This had successfully kept the basement--and its litter boxes--cats-only territory.  
As I descended to the basement I was struck by how quiet it was.  I got to the bottom of the staircase to see the cats, utterly still, eyes fixed, staring down the corridor where we keep the litter boxes.  Goldie and Biscuit looked as if they were watching a snuff movie.  They were repelled, in shock, yet unable to turn away."</i>

Wonder how Mr. Grogan would do with a beagle.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Can you feel the love tonight?</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 5 Sep 2008 21:17:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I certainly can.  I am so honored to be right there on the front page of Dogster central!  And then  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I certainly can.  I am so honored to be right there on the front page of Dogster central!  And then to be congratulated by so many pups, old friends and new...I am loving the love!

I have another 2-dewclaws up book for you today, as a special tribute to all rescued Dogsters:  <u>Shelter Stories:  Love. Guaranteed.</u> by Patrick McDonnell.  It is a collection of Shelter Stories from 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://muttscomics.com/index.asp">Mutts comic strip</a> and pictures of real-life rescue animals, including Dogster's own <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/261386">Charlotte</a>!  This is a book you can share with the puppies in your pack.

As Mr. McDonnell says, "Adopt some love today."]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Second Meeting of the Book Club</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/500370</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 10:48:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Welcome, Book Club Members!  I have a good one for you today.  It's The Art of Racing in the Rain by ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Welcome, Book Club Members!  I have a good one for you today.  It's <u>The Art of Racing in the Rain</u> by Garth Stein.  I have to thank my good friend <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/173508">Angus the Warrior</a> for this book.  

It is told by Enzo, a wise old dog on the eve of his passing.  He takes stock of his life and the lessons he has learned.  He hopes to be reincarnated as a human in spite of all their flaws and foibles, so he has spent his life as a keen observer of humankind.  He is also a keen observer of car racing, since his owner is a race car driver.  

Even readers who don't know much about racing will appreciate the analogy:<i>
"I know this much about racing in the rain.  I know it is about balance.  It is about anticipation and patience.  I know all of the driving skills that are necessary for one to be successful in the rain.  But racing in the rain is also about the mind!  It is about owning one's own body.  About believing that one's car is merely an extension of one's body.  About believing that the track is an extension of the car, and the rain is an extension of the track, and the sky is an extension of the rain.  It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything.  And everything is you."</i>

Happy reading!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>In a New York Minute</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/492920</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:02:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One minute Spring and I are having a fun morning tussle.  The next, I'm in the Infirmary.  What happ ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One minute Spring and I are having a fun morning tussle.  The next, I'm in the Infirmary.  What happened in between is kind of a blur.  

I do know that Lyle thought the game was Pick On Spring, which is not Spring's favorite game.  So maybe that's what set her off.  I don't know.  The boss ma'am was standing right there watching and brushing her teeth and she didn't see it coming either.

But it happened.  In the blink of an eye our wrestling match turns into Extreme Fighting; we're all teeth.  The boss ma'am is screaming at us and dripping toothpaste--she looks like a rabid dog.  The boss man races in and yanks us apart but blood has already been shed.  Mostly mine.

Please understand, I'm not violent by nature.  I enjoy a tussle but I wasn't looking for a fight.  That said, if I'm challenged, I'm not about to back down.  I might look dainty but I'm no shrinking violet.  I like to think I give as good as I get.  Trouble is, I have thin hound skin and Spring is, well, Spring is built like a rhinoceros.  So I'm the one bleeding on the sink in the guest bathroom and Spring only has a scrape and a bump on the nose.  But she's watching me, hovering on the floor and hoping to score some of my pity treats.

"We're cool, right, Maebes?"  She knows I don't like that nickname.

"Sure, StinkyDink.  We're cool."

And I think we are.  Spring has been pretty reserved since then.  She's been very wary of the boss ma'am--I guess she still thinks the ma'am is rabid.  I do know the bosses are in my corner and I feel good about that.  But I am not looking for a rematch.  I'm all for peace.  I hope Spring is too.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/486287</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:00:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>You know the rest, right?

Luckily we don't have to choose.  There are plenty of books about dogs. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ You know the rest, right?

Luckily we don't have to choose.  There are plenty of books about dogs.  Sometimes the bosses read to me bits and pieces of the ones they like best.

The boss man recently read <u>Amazing Gracie</u> and gives it 3 bones of 4.  I think it would have been a 4 bone review except for the sad ending, a common problem with true life dog tales.  I was lucky enough to visit one of their <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="https://www.threedog.com/default.aspx">stores </a> just yesterday.  Lyle and Spring and I give it 12 bones!  From the moment I walked in and smelled the treats baking right there in the store, I was hooked.  I wanted to try everything!

Here's another book for those who like some pictures with their words:   <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.berkeleybreathed.com/pages/FlawedDogs.asp">Flawed Dogs</a> by Berkeley Breathed (of Bloom County fame).  In my favorite part of the book, shelter founder Heidy Strudelberg, former chief judge of the Westminster Dog show, encounters a 3 legged street dog and awards him Best in Show.  Her comment?  "Not for the cut of their coat, but for the content of their character shall we love them!"

On behalf of all mutts everywhere, Hooray Heidy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Shop till you drop!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/480128</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 15:02:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>One of the best things about having a new house is that not everything is organized.  Take, for inst ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ One of the best things about having a new house is that not everything is organized.  Take, for instance, the dog stuff closet.  We have our leashes, collars, pick-up bags, and sundry other things all tossed on a shelf in a closet.  In that same closet on the floor is a big bag full of our things that haven't been put away yet.  

Opportunity knocks!

I, your savvy shopper, take this as a chance to do a little bargain hunting.  I have found a rope toy (fun!), a dangle ball (fun!), Lyle's MuttLuks (not as much fun but still fun!), and a squeaky newspaper which I shared with Lyle.  All that on one shopping excursion!  And all free for the taking.  So for all you aspiring shoppers out there, here's my advice:  don't be shy.  Take a good look around and see what treasures you can find.  Stretch up to the top shelves if you can.

The boss man has visited our <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.bfhs.com/">local shelter</a> to offer his photography services and find animals for his thesis project.  I think it would be great if his project helps some Washington animals find homes.  So if you're in or around the Tri-Cities, why not go visit <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.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=11382672">Brownie</a>  and give him some love?  Or better yet, a home!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The heat is on!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/475724</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 15:55:17 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's 102 here in the High Desert.  It's High because of the latitude, not the altitude, in case you  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's 102 here in the High Desert.  It's High because of the latitude, not the altitude, in case you were wondering.  

I think I've already mentioned that I like it hot.  I think warm weather dog blood runs in my veins.  I imagine that my ancestors were sight hounds chasing big game on the African savannah.  Today I chased a lizard.  I think my forebears would be proud of me.

I have been tagged by the beautiful and elegant <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/198999">Winnie</a>.  Here's what I have to do:

List 4 places I have lived:
1.  Lexington, Kentucky
2.  Richland, Washington
3.  Woodford Humane Society, Versailles, Kentucky
4.  A home in Kentucky with people silly enough to give me up!

List 4 jobs I have:
1.  Exterminator.  All the flying bugs are mine to catch and destroy.  Lyle gets the crawly ones.
2.  Toy police.  The toys are mine.  All of them.  Try to play with them and face the consequences!
3.  Snuggle hound and bed warmer.  I am the one the boss ma'am depends on to keep her warm, and I take my job seriously!
4.  Official greeter.  Lyle and Spring ain't got nothin' on my wag.

List 4 places I have been:
1.  South Carolina
2.  North Carolina (with Kiko and Josie!)
3.  Nebraska (with Star, Winnie, and Tim!)
4.  Kansas

List 4 places I would rather be:
1.  The sunspot on the bedroom floor
2.  The sunspot on the office couch
3.  The sunspot on the daybed
4.  The sunspot on the porch

Now it's my turn to tag.  I'll tag these lucky pups:
1.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/265095">Kiko</a>
2.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/636855">The Brew City Pitties</a>
3.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/314041">Jill</a>
4.  <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/151373">Bella Beans</a>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>As free as a bird now</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/471105</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 16:25:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We all love it here in Washington.  I'm sure that Lyle and Spring have already told you all about it ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We all love it here in Washington.  I'm sure that Lyle and Spring have already told you all about it.

But let me tell you why I love Washington.  I get to be a free range hound!  Well, not truly free range; I only have access to the bedroom.  Something about setting off alarms or something.  But I think it's for real:  the boss man didn't even set up my crate in the new house.  It's packed in storage.

That's why I love it here!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Simply Red</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 31 May 2008 20:55:20 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hello!  This is my first bark from Washington state.  I have to say, I am thrilled to be here.  Wash ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hello!  This is my first bark from Washington state.  I have to say, I am thrilled to be here.  Washington is beautiful.  And so dog friendly!  There are trails and paths for us everywhere.  It is warm and sunny during the day and cool and breezy in the evenings.  I can sun myself all day and snuggle under the covers at night.  What could be better?

A funny thing happened on the way here.  We stopped to visit <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/199025">Star</a>, <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/198999">Winnie</a> and <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/199014">Tim </a>and their mom and dad in Nebraska.  They were so nice.  I could have stayed with them forever.  The funny part is that it wasn't until Tim's mom mentioned how much he and I look and act alike that the bosses noticed it too.  We look a lot alike.  And we act a lot alike!  He is a little blonder than me and his ears are shorter, so is his tail.  But I am pretty sure we have some common branch in our family tree.  The bosses have taken to calling me Red Tim because we look so much alike.  Why he can't be Blond Maebe, I'm not sure.  Either way, I'm proud to have him in the family!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Some Like it Hot</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 19 May 2008 12:08:24 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>In just 2 days we pull up stakes and head west to our new home in Washington.  

Spring keeps goin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In just 2 days we pull up stakes and head west to our new home in Washington.  

Spring keeps going on and on and on about how hot it is in the desert.  How she'll melt, how she'll never survive, did the movers pack her Ool.  I don't understand what she's so worked up about.  I like it hot.  Right now it's 50ish and breezy and just a tad too cool for my taste.  I think the high desert will be perfect for me.

Then there's Lyle.  He keeps going on and on and on about moving to Washington and wondering when the Presidential Caravan will arrive.  He makes us all sing "Hail to the Chief" every time he walks into a room.  It's rather humiliating.  

The preparations for moving day have brought a new round of Strangers in the House.  These strangers came all day today and put our stuff into lots and lots of boxes.  Spring kept running from room to room; she said she was supervising them.  The boss ma'am told the strangers that they could put Spring in a box if they wanted to but I think she was joking.   

The next time I bark, it will be from Washington state.  If you see us on the road, give us a bark and a wave!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>It's been such a long time</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/455242</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 1 May 2008 16:15:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hi everyone!  Goodness, it's been a while since I've barked.  I guess it's just that I have been so  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hi everyone!  Goodness, it's been a while since I've barked.  I guess it's just that I have been so busy.  Let's see...I celebrated a birthday at the beginning of last month.  That was fun.  I don't remember ever celebrating a birthday before.  Since I missed at least 6 other birthday parties I was thinking about asking the bosses to let me celebrate one every other month or so until I catch up.  Seems reasonable, don't you think?

We've also been busy getting ready to move.  What that means is there has been lots of cleaning and lots of long walks for us.  About the cleaning.  Mostly it is vacuuming, and I really do hate the vacuum.  It is up to no good and I'm beginning to worry that the bosses are in cahoots with it.  I sneak up on it and try my best to kill it but I haven't been able to penetrate its armor.  I believe it must be part armadillo.  If I could only get at its soft underbelly I'm sure I could do it in once and for all.  I'll keep trying.

Spring (the season, not the Wild Hair Terrier) has filled the shelters with pups and cats again.  Our shelter is desperate for foster families, maybe yours is too.  I was a foster dog once.  Look how wonderfully that turned out!  Meet <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=10557558">Boombox</a>.  He'd love to have a foster family or a forever family, and he's not the only one.  Start celebrating Adopt a Shelter Cat Month a little early this year!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A Whigle's State of Mind</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/447685</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 05:39:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I had a lot of time over the last week to try to get into Lyle's head.  To be perfectly honest with  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had a lot of time over the last week to try to get into Lyle's head.  To be perfectly honest with you, I'm not sure it's someplace I really want to be.  I'd like to say I learned a little something about what makes him tick, but there's just no telling what that might be.

The conversations went something like this:

Me:  "So Lyle, tell me about your puppyhood."
Lyle:  "Why do you want to know?  What are you up to?  Are you breathing my air again?"
Me:  "No, I'm not breathing at all.  I just want to get to know you better."
Lyle:  "Why?  So you can steal my identity and run up charges on my Visa?"

I didn't even know Lyle had a Visa.  So there really is a lot I don't know about him.  

Once I actually did get him to talk about his puppyhood a little:

Lyle:  "I was adorable."
Me:  "What makes you say that?"
Lyle:  "Hel-lo!  Have you not seen the pictures?  Look at the pictures then tell me if you don't think I was adorable.  Cutest puppy ever."

I'm afraid I'm letting everyone down, but I just don't think I'm going to be the one who can unlock Lyle's psyche.  I really tried, but when I started saying things like "superfun" I knew it was time to stop.  Sorry.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Born to run</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 13:29:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>We've had to head out of the house a lot lately so that strangers can come in.  The whole process is ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ We've had to head out of the house a lot lately so that strangers can come in.  The whole process is really kind of strange.  The boss man vacuums and dusts and hides our blankets for about an hour and then we all head out and walk for an hour and a half or so.  The walk is fun but the rest is not.

At any rate, today they decided to try something new.  We all went jogging together.  We have a split leash that we don't usually use, so each boss could carry just one leash.  I started out tethered to Spring, but she was channeling a malamute or something and dragging me along so the bosses swapped me and Lyle.  I guess they thought that Lyle would more ballast and Spring wouldn't pull so hard.  Instead Lyle and Spring were canine nunchakus banging against each other.  Talk about a dangerous weapon.

In case you're wondering about Lyle's attitude problem, I haven't made much progress.  I don't think he's going to be very receptive to psychoanalysis.  I was able to get him to lie down on the couch once but I couldn't get him to talk about his mother.  I'm going to have to try another approach.  He's a tough nut.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Talk to me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/441505</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 08:43:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It seems it wasn't a home invasion after all.  The men that swarmed the house may actually have come ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It seems it wasn't a home invasion after all.  The men that swarmed the house may actually have come to help us.  They've installed a new shield on the top of our house.  Lyle says this is to protect us from space aliens.  Lyle may be a little crazy.

At any rate, we are all safe and sound with only one minor scare.  Seems Lyle can't keep up with us girls any more.  He sprained his wrist or something trying to catch me in the yard (as if!) and then spent the next day sulking in his crate because the boss man took him to the vet.  Turns out he's fine (Lyle that is, but I suppose the boss is too, oh, and the vet also, but she's a she) other than his attitude.  I haven't found anything in my research here that would help me to understand why he is like he is (Lyle that is).  Maybe I need to delve into his puppyhood.  He doesn't talk about it very much other than to say that he was adorable.  Perhaps he's repressing memories of an event from his puppy days.  That could explain a lot.  If I can get him in a talking mood, hopefully I can help him to learn to deal with his past.  Wish me luck.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Up on the Rooftop</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/439946</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 07:15:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I don't want to alarm anyone, but we are under attack.  A gang of men descended on our house this mo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I don't want to alarm anyone, but we are under attack.  A gang of men descended on our house this morning.  They arrived early, in three big trucks.  I can't figure out why they singled out our house, but they did.  Now they have ascended to the roof and are tearing the house apart shingle by shingle.

If they want to hurt us, why didn't they just come in the front door?  Or break the windows?  What do they want from us?  I just don't understand.  We try to be nice to everyone.  Well, most of us do.  Spring is sometimes kind of sassy.  We pick up after ourselves.  (Or at least the boss man picks up after us.)  Clearly they have some kind of plan.  They appear to be very organized.  

I fear this attack may go on for days.  I will try to keep you all informed.  Please don't worry for me too much.  If they demand a sacrifice I can always give them Lyle.

Just kidding.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wishin' and hopin'</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/437965</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 06:44:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/437965</guid>
		<description>I enjoyed writing that last poem so much I thought I'd write another.  This one is a little more ava ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I enjoyed writing that last poem so much I thought I'd write another.  This one is a little more avant-garde.  

It's called <u>Longing</u>.  

<i>Endless vistas of plush soft fur
Where I long to rest my head.
Too bad Lyle is such a crankypants.</I>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Somewhere it's spring...(but not here!)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/435297</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 9 Mar 2008 15:53:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/435297</guid>
		<description>In honor of our recent snowstorm I was inspired to write a poem.  I hope you like it.

Ahem.

Th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ In honor of our recent snowstorm I was inspired to write a poem.  I hope you like it.

Ahem.

<i><u>The Meltdown</u>

The snow and slush
Has turned to mush.

My feet get wet
I don't like it.</i>

 

Thank you very much.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Take me home, country roads</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/429253</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 12:45:11 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/429253</guid>
		<description>So it seems that we will all be moving to Washington State at the end of May.  The bosses assure me  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ So it seems that we will all be moving to Washington State at the end of May.  The bosses assure me that we will all stay together, no matter what.  I have to admit, I'm still a little nervous.  We don't have a home in Washington, and I like our home here.  Why give up a good thing?  But it seems like they're pretty well set on the idea, so I figure I should be helpful.  

I decided to make a list of what the bosses should look for in a house.

1.  A big yard with nice soft dirt to dig in and critters to chase.
2.  Long hallways for chasing after squeaky toys.
3.  Grippy carpeting and no hardwood floors.
4.  A nice big closet to keep all my toys, with a door I can open myself so I can go shopping whenever I like.
5.  Trash cans in every room for my entertainment.
6.  Lots of windows and skylights so I can find sunspots to nap in all over the house.
7.  A doggie door--or maybe two or three.

It's a good start, anyway.  I'll probably come up with more while the bosses are looking for my dream house.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Movin' Out</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/426460</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 13:48:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/426460</guid>
		<description>I had hoped that this would be my forever home.  I hoped it with all my heart.  I like it here.  The ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I had hoped that this would be my forever home.  I hoped it with all my heart.  I like it here.  The couches and blankets are soft.  The Big Bed is the best.

But now the bosses tell me that we have to find a new home.  I've done this before.  It isn't easy...and that was when it was just me.  Now there are 5 of us.  We would like to all find a forever home together.  I suppose if we had to, we could let Lyle go to another home, but Spring and I need to stay together.  I need the boss ma'am and Spring won't go anywhere without the boss man.

My pack needs a home!  The bosses say it has to be in Washington state, but I'm really not that picky, as long as the couches and blankets are soft.  Won't you take us home with you?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I love it because it's trash!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/417147</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:33:17 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/417147</guid>
		<description>I escaped from my crate again today.  I haven't done that in a while.  Luckily I haven't needed to.  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I escaped from my crate again today.  I haven't done that in a while.  Luckily I haven't needed to.  But today the bosses were gone for <i>*shudders*</i> over 5 hours.  Can you believe it?  I know, I know, it was a miracle we all survived.  I managed to escape so that I could try to go for help.  Unfortunately, the bosses seem to not trust me any more.  They closed the bedroom door.  I haven't figured out how to turn that knob yet.  I will, one of these days.

So I was free, but unable to go for help and I had nothing to do.  So I decided to look for things to entertain myself.  That's when I found out the bosses REALLY don't trust me any more.  They closed the bathroom door too!  I was deeply offended.

The bathroom is all about the tissues.  A few weeks ago the bosses both had colds and I discovered the joyful delights of a trash basket full of used tissues.  Fun!  Tasty!  When they got over their colds I found that Q-Tips were almost as much fun, and almost as tasty.  

And now the door is closed.  <i>Sigh.</i>

So I did the only other thing I could think to do.  I took a nap on the Big Bed.  I think Spring and Lyle might have been a little jealous, but what else could I have done?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Take me home!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/413845</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 15:20:38 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/413845</guid>
		<description>Not me, Maebe, of course.  Some of my buddies from the shelter sure do need a helping paw, though.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Not me, Maebe, of course.  Some of my buddies from the shelter sure do need a helping paw, though.  

Meet <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=9948723">Kichu</a>.  He's an older gent, a Boston Terrier who just had surgery on his left eye.  He's scared.  He's skinny.  He needs a home so badly!

Then there's sweet little <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=10012658">Binky</a>.  Isn't he just the cutest thing you've ever seen?  He's nervous at the shelter, but then, he's so little and the world is so big!  What he really needs is a nice, cozy, warm home to call his own--forever.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sugar pie, honey pie</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/409808</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 5 Jan 2008 15:42:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/409808</guid>
		<description>Lately the boss ma'am has taken to calling me Maebe-cakes.  Or Baebe-cakes.  Which got me to thinkin ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lately the boss ma'am has taken to calling me Maebe-cakes.  Or Baebe-cakes.  Which got me to thinking.  What kind of cake might I be?  Angel food cake, I think.

Spring, well, she's devil's food cake.  (Don't tell her I said so.)  And Lyle, he could only be one thing.  Fruitcake!  Ah, I love 'em all.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One day I'm in polka dots, the next day I'm in stripes!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/405306</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 14:20:41 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/405306</guid>
		<description>It's possible I may have committed a fashion fauxpaw.  The trouble is, it's cold.  Darned cold.  Not ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's possible I may have committed a fashion fauxpaw.  The trouble is, it's cold.  Darned cold.  Not Wisconsin cold, of course, but Kentucky cold is plenty cold for me.  I just can't stay warm.  

Some good friends bought me a fancy jacket like the racehorses wear.  It's waterproof and windproof and oh-so-fashionable here in horse country.  Trouble is, I'm still cold.  So I added a fleece coat.  Spring's old coat, to be exact.  Still cold.  I added a scarf.  Now <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/fauxpaw1.jpg">I'm doing a little better</a>.  

Here's my dilemma, though:  I'm wearing plaid, prints, and stripes.  Is it a fashion fauxpaw?  Or am I making a fashion statement?  Does it make me look fat?

I think we should probably avoid the issue altogether and move someplace that has more civilized weather.  I'm thinking Ecuador.

Till then, look for me in the sunny spot on the floor.  Happy Holidays, everyone!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Teach your parents well</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/401541</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:09:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/401541</guid>
		<description>I learn new things every day.  I'm still learning the peculiar language we use in this house. The bo ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I learn new things every day.  I'm still learning the peculiar language we use in this house. The bosses have special words for certain things.  Of course I figured out "sit" and "down" in a hurry.  I'm still not exactly sure what they mean when they tell me to "stay".  Where would I go?  I like it here.

The newest words I've been hearing a lot are "drop it".  The bosses tell me "drop it" when I'm busy really enjoying a toy.  When I find one I love (which is most any toy) I like to try to make it part of me, so I'll remember it always.  I rip off a piece (or several) and eat them.  That way the happiness that I had with the toy will be with me always.  Lately, the bosses have been saying "drop it" as soon as I get that special little piece detached.  Then they stick their fingers in my mouth, fish out the little piece, and throw it away.  Such a strange ritual.  I really don't understand the point.  I'm happy to get the little piece out of the trash but I have to do that when they're not looking or they say "leave it" which is another one of those odd local idioms.  

As best I can tell, "drop it" means "swallow that quick."  I think "leave it" means "we don't like seeing you dig through the trash so you should save that for when we're not looking."  I do my best to please them.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Love me, love me, say that you love me!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/400806</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 05:34:22 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/400806</guid>
		<description>I'm a little nervous meeting new people.  I've met lots of people in my years (how many years is tha ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm a little nervous meeting new people.  I've met lots of people in my years (how many years is that?  Tsk.  A lady never tells.  What?  It's on my page?  Oh, the shame!) and not all of them have been nice.  Which isn't to say that I've been mistreated, but that not everyone who meets me loves me.  I wish they would.

Luckily for me that seems to have changed.  I met the boss ma'am's parents last weekend.  They said I could call them Grandma and Grandpa.  They loved me!  They brought me presents!  

About the presents.  That's a new ritual for me.  I have to say, I love it!  I'm getting conflicting reports about what to do with gifts, though.  Lyle says, "Destroy them!"  and Spring says, "Savor them!"  What I really want to do is collect them all.  I think I'm going to go with Lyle's advice, though.  There's not much quite so satisfying as pulling the stuffing out of a duck.  Or a gorilla.  Or a pink pig.  Sorry Spring.  Sorry Lyle.  Did you want those back?  No can do.  I've got years of catching up to do!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Giving thanks</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/392032</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 17:48:12 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
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		<description>I was tagged by Tajah for a Thanksgiving game.  

Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I was tagged by <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/235499">Tajah</a> for a Thanksgiving game.  

Here are the rules:
Because it’s Thanksgiving time, there is a change to the rules.

Each player needs to tell seven special things they are
thankful for. Tagged dogs must post the rules in their diary
and their 7 things. Then choose 7 pups to tag and list their
names. Let them know by pawmail or rosette that they have been
tagged and to read your diary for the instructions on how to
play.

I'm thankful for so many things!  Where do I start??

1.  I am thankful to have my forever home.  I am so grateful for the good care I got at the shelter, but it is not the same as a home.  I love that the bosses are always happy to see me.  I love having Spring and Lyle (and their toys!) to play with.

2.  I am thankful for the love of friends.  Everyone here on Dogster has welcomed me with such warmth and love that I feel like I've made friends for life.

3.  I am thankful for warm sweaters!  I hate being cold.

4.  I am thankful for the bosses' new Tempur-pedic mattress.  It's the best sleep I've ever had.

5. I am thankful for all toys that squeak, rattle, or have fluff or string.  I love them all.  

6.  I am thankful that I can get away with stealing all the toys that squeak, rattle, have fluff or string from Spring and Lyle.  Tee hee!

7.  I am thankful for the thoughtful things my bosses do.  They put blankets on the couch for me to curl up on.  They position my dog beds in the sunny spots.  I love that!

I'm hoping that these dogs will play Thanksgiving tag with me:

<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/151373">Bella Bean</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/289894">Fern</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/266847">Cedar</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/322527">Samuel Jacob</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/260776">Bullet</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/233972">Cassie</a>
<a  class=bodyTextRev target=site href="http://www.dogster.com/dogs/76593">Jay-Jay</a>

Happy Thanksgiving to all!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Get back, honky cat</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/390610</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Nov 2007 17:45:36 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/390610</guid>
		<description>The bosses have been gone a little more than usual lately.  Don't get me started about what that mea ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ The bosses have been gone a little more than usual lately.  Don't get me started about what that means for me and my crate.  At any rate, I've been trying to figure out what they're up to.  Spring says the holidays are coming, and the bosses are busy with preparations.

What I don't understand is why that would make them come home today smelling like a whole mess o' cats.  Lyle says they must have been shopping for his Christmas present.   Then he got all glassy eyed and drooly.

I do understand that there are lots of nice kitties out there looking for homes without Whigles.  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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=8218281">Sneakers</a>.  Or <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=7790246">Daisy</a>.

Wouldn't it be nice if we all had a happy home to be thankful for this Thanksgiving?]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>From a distance...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/383667</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 17:15:25 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
		<category></category>		
		<guid ispermalink="true">http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/383667</guid>
		<description>That's how I like the ocean, thank you kindly.  

Everyone probably already knows from Lyle and Sp ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's how I like the ocean, thank you kindly.  

Everyone probably already knows from Lyle and Spring that we are on vacation. It's been quite a trip.  We all piled in the truck and drove to meet Kiko and Josie and their mom and dad.  We walked and sniffed while all the furless ones talked and we all had a wonderful time.  

Then we drove some more.  We ended up at the edge of the world, I think, because the land is gone.  They call it the beach, and it is apparently a wonderful thing to be here.  I'm not so sure about that.  Without a doubt, there are interesting things to smell on the beach.  Some of the things are even kind of tasty.  There birds of all sizes to chase, which I like.

But then there's the ocean.  I really can't say that I care for it much.  It's big, and noisy, and it tries to grab my feet.  Why can't we walk in the grass?  Why must we walk in the big sandbox?  What I wouldn't give to be in my very own yard right now.  But it could be worse--at least I'm not anyone's Chum Buddy.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm as free as a bird now!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/617434/diary/From_the_dark_end_of_the_street_to_the_bright_side_of_the_road/377150</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:00:48 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>About the crate.  It's not so much that I hate the crate, exactly, as that I hate being all alone.   ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ About the crate.  It's not so much that I hate the crate, exactly, as that I hate being all alone.  I like to be near.  I'm not picky about who I want to be near, just someone.  Spring works well.  I love being near the bosses too.  I'd love to be near Lyle and rest my head on his big furry bottom but he doesn't let me do that very often.  

Here's what happened.  I was left behind in my crate while the bosses went out for something or other.  I got lonely, so I worked my way out.  I couldn't figure out how to spring Spring or Lyle, so I wandered around looking for some company.  I greeted the bosses at the door.  They appeared to be surprised and delighted.  So I did it again.  It was a little tougher the next time, since the boss man had carefully locked the crate door and also put a carabiner hook on the door.  But I managed.  I use my teeth.  Clever of me, don't you think?  At any rate, I was free again but still all alone.  So I decided to entertain myself.  I checked out the trash.  I wandered downstairs to find something to eat.  Suddenly, there's this horrible ear-shattering noise.  What could it be?  I had no idea, but very soon the boss man came home.  Then the police came.  I had a lot of company.  What fun!  I learned a good lesson that day.  How Not To Be Lonely In A Crate.

If you have a moment,  check out today's <a  class=bodyTextRev target=site  onClick="alert('Dogster Alert: You are about to visit an outside link that was submitted by this pet owner.');" href="http://stuffonmymutt.com/">StuffOnMyMutt</a>!  Spring and I are famous!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>All you need is love!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Oct 2007 16:01:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I've been studying the relationships in this pack.  The humans seem to get along pretty well.  The c ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I've been studying the relationships in this pack.  The humans seem to get along pretty well.  The canines, well, let me just say that it's a good thing I'm here.  Spring and Lyle have fairly dysfunctional relationships.  For now, I'm focusing my efforts on Spring. 

I think she can be helped.  Sure, she seems cranky and bossy.  She is.  But I do think that deep down, there's a good dog in there somewhere.  I think I can help break her out of her shell.  How?  I'm going to be her friend.

Spring resisted at first.  She growled at me.  She would get up and move away.  But I think she's getting used to the concept.  Poor Spring, I don't know that she's ever had a friend before.  I believe she's learning.  I think she's even learning to like it!

The next step is to get her to share her hopes and dreams.  Then maybe I can get her to share her toys!

That's what friends are for.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I feel possessed!</title>
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				<pubdate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 17:28:05 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's a Crowded Kennel some days.  I promise, it isn't just me in there.  Sometimes it's demons.  Tod ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's a Crowded Kennel some days.  I promise, it isn't just me in there.  Sometimes it's demons.  Today it was termites.  So surely it must be obvious why I need to get out.  It frightens me!  The demons were so angry last week that they bent the door on my brand new kennel.  The spring on the door broke loose too, but who can blame me?  I had to get out of there somehow.  My life was in danger.

I got to move in to Spring's crate after that.  Evidently the demons can't be exorcised from my old crate but Spring appears to get along with them pretty well.  Her crate is sturdier, and if there were any demons in it they seem to have moved out with Spring.  What I did find is those terrible termites.  Spring had a wooden frame holding a water dish in her kennel.  By the time the boss man got home today, the termites had chewed through the entire top half of it.  No one else saw the little buggers, but how else could that have happened?  I honestly believe I need to sleep on the bed for my own safety.

Here's a dog who would be happy to have any place to call home.  Meet <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=9309414">Zuzu</a>.  She's a sweet, loving Visla mix who has had a tough start in life.  She's timid and shy and needs a family who can help her to develop into the confident beauty she was born to be.  Let's hope the right family finds her soon.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I like dogs and I like cats!  I like cows and cowboy hats!</title>
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				<pubdate>Thu, 6 Sep 2007 14:18:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'm official!  I was adopted on Tuesday. 

I'm still adjusting to life here.  The local dogs have  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'm official!  I was adopted on Tuesday. 

I'm still adjusting to life here.  The local dogs have such strange customs.  The short, squatty one, Spring, insists that it is appropriate (nay, required) to make a great deal of fuss in one's crate when the humans leave.  I don't understand why this pleases them but she assures me that it does.  So I do my best to comply.  Even the tall fuzzy one, Lyle, joins in from time to time.  I guess it does have a certain sort of melody and harmony to it when we all join in together, but it's really not my style of music.  Still, as they say, when in Rome...

It has come to my attention that it is also customary for the dogs here to pose for photographs wearing silly outfits.  I don't understand the purpose of this either, but the happiness it brings the humans is obvious here.  I wear a hat and they laugh and laugh.  I do like it when they're happy, so I wear the hats.  I smile for pictures.  I even get liver treats for it!

Last time I barked, I mentioned that I wanted to say more about my friends at the Woodford Humane Society.  I'd like to introduce you to some of my comrades who still need homes.  Meet <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://ourmutts.com/maebe/Roger1.jpg">Roger</a>, a fun loving young beagle mix.  He's eager to please and full of love.  He'd love to be your dog!  You can find him <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://search.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=9125912">here</a>.

I know how lucky I was to get a second chance for a wonderful home.  I hope Roger is as lucky as I am!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A long strange trip</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 1 Sep 2007 08:54:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Maebe ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I have started this journal in order to faithfully record the strange events of the last month or so ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I have started this journal in order to faithfully record the strange events of the last month or so.  

About a month ago, the family I knew divided and nobody wanted me.  I guess they thought the Woodford Humane Society did.  They nice people at the shelter treated me very well.  I assumed that this was my new forever home, so I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible.  I met lots of nice people and lots of nice dogs.  (Some of them still need homes, you know, but I'll bark more about that later.)

One day a kind lady came in to offer me a new home.  I was surprised.  How many  homes would I have?  We lived together for a few days but she decided she didn't want to keep me.  I'm not sure why.  She took me back to the shelter, where I guess I'll always have a home if I need one.  They're nice that way.

A couple of days later another nice lady and her husband came in to offer me yet another new place to live.  It sounded good to me, so I went.  As soon as I arrived, it was time for a walk.  This home was looking pretty good so far.  But it turned out I wasn't alone.  There were already 2 dogs there.

I wondered for a while if I had landed in a new country or on a new planet.  The native dogs act so differently from what I'm used to!  I don't understand their culture at all.  They speak with words I don't understand.   The dogs of this strange household are suspicious of me.  I have tried my very best to show them that I mean no harm.  I'm not sure they are very intelligent; they don't seem to understand anything I say.  I have resorted to communicating in ways they seem to comprehend:  toys.  They seem pleased if I bring them a toy.  My reasoning is that if the natives are happy, they will treat me well and perhaps adopt me as one of their own.  I think I'd like that.  They seem to be a kind-hearted bunch.

I'm hoping this is my last new home.

Maebe]]></content:encoded>
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