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         <title>Wednesday Photo Fun</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Wednesday is always a super busy day for Mom so we decided it would be our day to have fun with photos.  Today's theme is:  Most Embarrassing Photo.

My most embarrassing is the time Mom bought me a Hawaiian cap and scarf.  I hated it and what was worse was she just had to take pictures!

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This one is even worse... a side shot which made me look like E.T.!!

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Here is Tank's most embarrassing picture.  He was just a little pup and tried to steal my toy from me.  I showed him a thing or two!!

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I hope you all join in my Wednesday Photo Fun and post your most embarrassing picture.  If you do just leave me a comment... I'd love to see it!]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 07:43:50 -0500</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[Last week Mom went to the football game in Green Bay... she's a huge football nut!  When she got home she had these towels that said "G-Force".  Mom said since Dad won't watch a Packer game with her anymore (cuz Dad said they lose every time he watches) that we have been recruited to be her "G-Force".

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I don't know about that.  Mom gets all crazy watching football so we stay clear of her and besides, I feel pretty silly wearing a towel on my back.

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         <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 13:01:06 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Be Very, Very Quiet</title>
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We had to be good boys today cuz Mom stayed home with us... she was sick.  Even though she wasn't feeling good, it was nice to spend all day with her.  We didn't have to stay in our crates all day and it was nice snuggling up with her on the couch.  Mom says we kept her nice and warm when she was cold.  Mom even took the time to play toys with us now and then the times she was awake.  She loves us sooo much!!<br />
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I was a very good boy and Tank was kinda good.  While Mom was sleeping he did a piddle on the kitchen floor.  I s'pose we can't blame him too much cuz our going outside schedule was a little messed up today.<br />
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Oh... I wanted to let you all know everything is all good with my ear.  Mom thinks there was just something in there (probably a bug) that wasn't suppose to be when I came in from outside.  I shook the ear  and scratched a few times then it was gone.
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         <pubDate>Wed, 12 Sep 2007 22:22:56 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Need To Teach Him A Thing Or Two</title>
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Last night it was getting late and we saw Dad going into the kitchen cuz he had to take care of some business.  He pulled out this snapping thing that kills these little animals Dad calls mouzes.  Well, Tank saw Dad pull out that snapping thing and he went totally bonkers!!  He was barking and running around the living room then ran to hide by Mom.  He was shaking like a leaf!!!  We were trying to tell Tank that killing mouzes was a good thing cuz they keep stealing our food.  He just doesn't understand.

And then Mom said it was time to go upstairs to bed so we followed her up there while Dad finished up with the snapping thing.  All of a sudden Dad turned the light out on us and we couldn't find our way.  Good thing Mom turned on the bedroom light so we could see!!  Dad came upstairs right behind us, closed the door and turned off the light.  Dad then called us up to the bed and I crawled under the blankets and snuggled right in but Tank, he wouldn't get on the bed.  Mom and Dad kept calling him but he wouldn't come up.  Finally Mom got up and turned on the light and saw Tank wasn't even in the bedroom!!!  She opened the door and there he was... standing in the hallway in the dark all by his lonesome.  Guess he musta wandered off in the dark.  I really need to teach him how to use night vision!]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 20:59:16 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Getting Very, Very Sleepy</title>
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On the weekends Tank and I like to spend as much time as we can with Mom and Dad cuz they work all week.  We don't even like to nap in the afternoon unless Mom lays down with us on the couch!  Tank was funny the other day cuz he was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open but still he refused to go to sleep!  He was almost falling asleep sitting up!!
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         <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:15:03 -0500</pubDate>
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Mom told me this morning that she is going to be keeping a close eye on me the next couple of days and I might end up having to go to the vet.  I keep on shaking one of my ears and trying to scratch it.<br />
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I hope it doesn't turn into an ear infection like I had last year around this time... that one was pretty painful!  And Tank, the goofball, kept trying to lick the ear drops out of my ear!<br />
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Keep your fingers crossed for me that it's nothing and I don't have to go to the vet!
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         <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 12:49:08 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>My Bonnie</title>
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Yesterday Mom had to work a long day without even a lunch break to come home and visit us and Dad was out of town.  When that happens my Auntie Bonnie comes to visit us at lunch time so we can stretch and do our business.<br />
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The first time Auntie Bonnie came over, I just knew Mom and Dad weren't coming and I was very upset and sort of ignored her.  Then she came back a second time and I was sooo happy!  She even played with us a little bit.  And then she came back a third time!!  Wow, Auntie Bonnie visits and play with us three times in one day!  Way too much excitement for one day!!<br />
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We were very surprised when she came back again today to drop off something for Mom.  As soon as I saw her get out of her car I was so excited I actually squealed and barked and ran all through the house.  She couldnt stay long today but that's okay cuz I got to see her again.  Auntie Bonnie is the bestest and she calls me her buddy.
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         <pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 21:41:21 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>What Do You Think?</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Hey everbuddy, it's me Tank.  I'm sneakin' onto Zeus' blog cuz he's not letting me on here anymore.  He says he doesn't want me takin' it over like I take over all the toys.  I don't wanna to take it over, I just wanna get a word in now and then.

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Anyways, since I was here last I turned a year old but I'm not such a little guy anymore.  When Dad took me to the vet they said my name suited me perfectly cuz I now weigh 33 lbs (but I'm not fat).  And my ears decided they don't want to stand up.  That's okay though cuz Mom says she likes my floppy ears.  I'm getting a lot better too in the jealously department cuz I don't jump all over Mom and Dad anymore when they give Zeus attention and not me but I still steal all the toys.  I know Zeus calls me a baby but can I help it if I don't like the sound of thunder or fireworks or when someone raises their voices.  Loud noises make me nervous.

Well, I better get outta here before Zeus catches me but first I want your opinion... should Zeus let me get a word in now and then, should we share a blog or should I get my own blog?]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 04 Sep 2007 20:32:09 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Should Have Listened To Her</title>
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Last week Mom noticed me chewing on something and she knew it was something I wasn't suppose to have cuz I went in my bed and sat in there backwards.  (That always give me away!)  She came by my bed and I tried to hide it but she saw it anyways.  It was a Q-tip.  I snuck in the bathroom and dug it out of the garbage.  As soon as she tried to take it out of my mouth, I chomped and chewed and the Q-tip went completely inside where she couldn't see it.  Mom freaked out cuz she thought I ate it and she thought she was gonna have to give me the doggie heimlich.  Well, I gave another chomp and the Q-tip popped out of the side of my mouth... just enough for Mom to grab it.  I got chewed out big time cuz she said "Bad puppy" and "Q-tips are not for puppies"!  I was really sad cuz Mom hardly ever calls me a bad puppy.<br />
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So last night we were going upstairs to bed and Mom saw a small pile of throw up on the floor.  In the throw up was a Q-tip stick and a little bit of cotton.  Yep, I snuck back in the bathroom, dug in the garbage and grabbed me a Q-tip.  This time I ate it and it made me throw up.  Guess I should have listened to her when she said Q-tips are not for puppies!
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         <pubDate>Mon, 03 Sep 2007 11:50:01 -0500</pubDate>
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         <title>Soaking Up The Sun</title>
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Sorry I haven't been around here much these days.  Mom started working a full-time job a few months ago and she is the one who helps me out with my blog.  I got on her case and told her if she didn't get on the stick I'd lose all my friends!  She promised it wouldn't be like that anymore.<br />
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Tank and I had a hard time with Mom going to work.  She was always here with us day in and day out then all of a sudden she was away all day... it seems like forever!  We still have days where we want her to stay home with us but it's not so bad anymore.<br />
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We haven't been up to very much just enjoying the nice weather and sunshine.  There were some big trucks that came to our yard and fixed it up.  We really like that because they put down some awesome dirt!  When Tank and I run around in the back yard so much dust flies it looks like we are super fast!  Now grass is starting to fill in some where the dirt is and Mom pulled out this machine that cuts it down.  We don't like that noisy old thing and try to bite off the front tires.  Mom hollars at us and chases us to the deck saying we have to knock it off because the machine will chop our legs off if we get runned over.<br />
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Let's see, what else.  Oh yeah!  Dad had to take Tank to the vet.  He got all crazy running and jumping around one day and started limping and really favoring his back leg.  Turned out Tank pulled a muscle.  It took like 3 weeks before his leg got totally better because Tank is all psycho all the time and always has to be running and jumping around.<br />
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Well, that's 'bout it for now.  I'll keep on Mom's case and hopefully see you soon!
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         <description><![CDATA[Have I ever told you how much of a baby Tank is?  I knew it was true because whenever he is scared he goes running to Mom and plasters himself up against her.  And when he gets scared during the night he buries his face in Mom's hair and sleeps on her pillow.  I thought is was funny when Tank grabbed one of our toys and put it in his mouth... it looks like a binkie!

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         <description><![CDATA[We knocked one of our toys under the couch again.  I tried to reach it but my legs are too short so Tank gave it a try because his legs are longer.  He couldn't reach the toy either.

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So what do we do next?  Give Mom the sad puppies eyes look.  It works every time!!

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Mom can almost always get Tank to fall asleep sitting up.  All she has to do it say, "Tank is tired" or "Are you tired Tank?".  His eyes get heavy and he starts doing the head-bob.<br />
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It's funny because he falls for it every single time!
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         <description><![CDATA[Dad has been neglecting his bath-giving duties and Mom said we were really cruddy so she decided it was time for her to throw us in the tub.  She was even calling Tank "yellow-belly" cuz sometimes (most times) he pees on himself.  (He still does the squat instead of leg lift to take a leak.)

Anyways, Mom never gives us a bath and we were really nervous.  I was shaking a little bit because she didn't have a good hold on me and I was sliding around.  Tank, he was even more scared!  He was shaking like a leaf the whole time and tried to seek comfort in Mom by resting his wet head on her chest.

After a bath I love to be all wrapped up in a towel and cuddled.

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Tank loves to have the towel rubbed and rubbed and rubbed all over him.  (Sorry, no pics of that cuz he moves too fast.)

And then Dad thought it would be funny to wrap my head all up and make me look like a Doggie Jedi Master.  Do I look like one?

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         <description><![CDATA[Mom was away for the <em>whole</em> weekend!!  She's home now and we are really happy.  We really miss her when she goes somewhere because she spends so much time with us.  I think Tank missed her most because he is such a momma's boy.

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