<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:20:33.888-04:00</updated><category term='Animal Rescue'/><category term='Bo'/><category term='The Puggle Stop'/><category term='Kittens'/><category term='baby prep'/><category term='Fun things to do with dogs'/><category term='Yankees'/><category term='Puggle'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Rat Terrier'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Why I Love Puggles'/><category term='Presentations'/><category term='Kodi'/><category term='dog training'/><category term='toddlers and dogs'/><category term='dog park'/><category term='March is &quot;My is that a tasty treat&quot; Month'/><category term='Doggie gear'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Breeders'/><category term='Bruschi'/><category term='Babies and dogs'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Toddler'/><category term='raw diet'/><category term='Pinky the Puppy'/><category term='Book review'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Paws to Toes'/><category term='leashes/leads'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='pet food'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='eye care'/><category term='Puggles'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Foster Dogs'/><category term='prey drive'/><category term='Critter'/><category term='training'/><category term='Pugs'/><title type='text'>Puggles 'n' Prose</title><subtitle type='html'>Puggles 'n' Prose is the newsletter/blog/print/written word division of The Puggle Stop (hence, 'prose').  This, is the blog portion of that written word division.  

Look here for telling tales of life in DC, dog ownership, behavior training, and rescue activities, as well as other conversational topics (you know, shoes and stuff).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5164675809506377267</id><published>2011-03-15T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:14:48.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers and dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paws to Toes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>If you like Puggles 'n' Prose, you'll LOVE Paws to Toes...</title><content type='html'>New Baby New Blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months back I found myself having strong desires to blog about my experience to date with a new baby and two absolutely, positively wonderful dogs (and the occasional foster). &amp;nbsp;And so "Paws to Toes, Snout to Nose" was born (easy, all natural labor :) ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wlRXiltgmZg/TYArA0llcAI/AAAAAAAAC0c/WmLTpw0Aj4g/s1600/sipping+while+driving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wlRXiltgmZg/TYArA0llcAI/AAAAAAAAC0c/WmLTpw0Aj4g/s200/sipping+while+driving.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life with baby is spectacular, but what&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; really &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;was driving my desire to post is just how awesome my dogs have been with the first screaming and crying infant, now movin' and groovin' munchkin. &amp;nbsp;Watching them grow together just makes me smile... even when they join forces to execute evil (like getting food OUT of the fridge, getting in TO the dishwasher, raiding the diaper bag for munchies....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paws to Toes is NOT a mushy-gushy mom blog... but there is a lot of wet kisses caught on camera! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if that on its own isn't a good enough reason to stop on by at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pawstotoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paws to Toes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(click on link), this video is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd that Puggle Get In to the Dishwasher???: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pDxqq63H_U&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pDxqq63H_U&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5164675809506377267?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5164675809506377267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5164675809506377267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5164675809506377267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5164675809506377267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-like-puggles-n-prose-youll-love.html' title='If you like Puggles &apos;n&apos; Prose, you&apos;ll LOVE Paws to Toes...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wlRXiltgmZg/TYArA0llcAI/AAAAAAAAC0c/WmLTpw0Aj4g/s72-c/sipping+while+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8330243517812368777</id><published>2011-03-15T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:58:34.747-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog park'/><title type='text'>What's That Puggle Been Doin??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GdrUgtIi2VA/TYAnREp9UcI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/2Gs801mhgG4/s1600/dog+park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GdrUgtIi2VA/TYAnREp9UcI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/2Gs801mhgG4/s320/dog+park.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How has it been over a year since my last post?? &amp;nbsp;Well, our household Puggle has been quite the busy "family man" these days... he's got a new project... Teaching Toddler everything he knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video for a glimpse of his new fun: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZS6elBMObYo&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;Dog Park Fun with Teddy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8330243517812368777?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8330243517812368777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8330243517812368777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8330243517812368777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8330243517812368777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-that-puggle-been-doin.html' title='What&apos;s That Puggle Been Doin??'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GdrUgtIi2VA/TYAnREp9UcI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/2Gs801mhgG4/s72-c/dog+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-243931701249204382</id><published>2009-11-03T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:42:08.494-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggle'/><title type='text'>Today in Daily Dog Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Brian sent me this email after the dogs' near-daily walk.  The email was titled "Summary of Dog Walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bruschi finds wrapped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup….RPB Cup removed from Puggle and disposed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bruschi finds wrapped Three Musketeers bar…. 3M bar removed from Puggle and disposed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kodi raises hind quarters to pee on lamppost….Bruschi sticks his head under Kodi’s po-po….Bruschi gets pee’d on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Nothing else to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-243931701249204382?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/243931701249204382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=243931701249204382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/243931701249204382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/243931701249204382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-in-daily-dog-walk.html' title='Today in Daily Dog Walk'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-830234727132532418</id><published>2009-09-06T10:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:48:08.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Bruschi, Kodi, meet Teddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is sort of a teaser post-- because the videos and photos aren't quite ready yet, but I couldn't resist blogging about Brian's and my latest adventure-- introducing Bruschi and Kodi to our new baby, Theodore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been doing household baby prep for the past 9 months-- exposing the dogs to more babies and children, setting up the baby gear, correcting some nagging behavior problems (like barking and pulling on the leash, riding in the front seat of the car, etc). For me, this was more important than any aspect of "nesting." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't already have an infinite number of reasons I love my dogs before yesterday, i'd have another one afterward. Bruschi and Kodi had a fabulous reaction to the new edition. I couldn't have asked for better, and, I couldn't have asked for two more patient dogs yesterday while Brian and I stumbled through our solo flight as parents, without the help of nurses, a nursery or my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, perhaps because while still in the womb, Teddy had tons of dog exposure (animal welfare research projects, HSUS Conference, trip to Best Friends, numerous adoption events, a foster dog, a few obedience classes...) barking, sniffing and wet noses did not seem to phase him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more details on the actual introduction, including some video footage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;below:  kodi and I at 8 m0s, Bruschi and I the night before the baby was born.  gotta love cell phone cameras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SqPIosOX_gI/AAAAAAAAASA/gD3Sxwx2iQI/s1600-h/Kodi+on+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362981402279426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SqPIosOX_gI/AAAAAAAAASA/gD3Sxwx2iQI/s200/Kodi+on+belly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SqPIoVfr_WI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lEZnkA_icO8/s1600-h/Bruschi+on+belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378362975300877666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SqPIoVfr_WI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lEZnkA_icO8/s200/Bruschi+on+belly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-830234727132532418?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/830234727132532418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=830234727132532418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/830234727132532418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/830234727132532418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/09/bruschi-kodi-meet-teddy.html' title='Bruschi, Kodi, meet Teddy!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SqPIosOX_gI/AAAAAAAAASA/gD3Sxwx2iQI/s72-c/Kodi+on+belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8788008504578826415</id><published>2009-08-24T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:14:00.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun things to do with dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>QT with the Pups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excessive home renovations and baby prep limited time lavishing the pups with fun adventures and outings this summer, and a few weeks ago, I craved some quality time with Bruschi and Kodi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car we got, headed to Quiet Waters in Annapolis for a day of play, then lunch downtown. Bruschi and Kodi took in the multiple dog parks, trail walk, and the romp on the beach. Bruschi bravely entered the water, chest deep, and Kodi took to critter surveillance in the swamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we stopped at the conveniently located dog spa just outside the park to de-stinkify the canines, then headed to a nice Annapolis restaurant with an outdoor dining patio that catered to dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rode home with the top down and two very, very tired dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5V14T5nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4_bZQvxucws/s1600-h/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701827786434162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5V14T5nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4_bZQvxucws/s200/DSC_0654.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5WY4OFiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8WYvo-tlKac/s1600-h/DSC_0751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701837181294114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5WY4OFiI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8WYvo-tlKac/s200/DSC_0751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5W0M5R4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9omV8PId0cM/s1600-h/DSC_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701844515768194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5W0M5R4I/AAAAAAAAAQo/9omV8PId0cM/s200/DSC_0676.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5XGNQV7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/_hHb-LehqT0/s1600-h/DSC_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373701849349117874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5XGNQV7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/_hHb-LehqT0/s200/DSC_0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8788008504578826415?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8788008504578826415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8788008504578826415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8788008504578826415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8788008504578826415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/08/qt-with-pups.html' title='QT with the Pups'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SpM5V14T5nI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4_bZQvxucws/s72-c/DSC_0654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8645742202282514347</id><published>2009-07-05T12:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:24:49.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><title type='text'>Refresher on Terms and Conditions Surrounding Sleeping in My Bed</title><content type='html'>To: Bruschi and Kodi&lt;br /&gt;From: Colleen&lt;br /&gt;Re: Refresher on the terms and conditions surrounding sleeping in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Date: July 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amount of space you are allowed in the bed is proportionate to your weight and height. You can not take up more room than me. Stretching out from limb to limb and laying diagonal will not fool me into thinking you need more space. This will only earn you the title "bed hog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will require my pillow back when I return from the bathroom. You can keep it warm for me, but do not pretend to be in a deep sleep, and unable to wake up when I ask for it back. I will wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We sleep UNDER the covers. Sleeping on top of them, anchoring them down is not helpful. I understand you might get hot during the night, but remember, I do not wear fur to bed like you do, and therefore need unrestricted access to the covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spooning together is OK. Sleeping on my head is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I brush my teeth before I go to bed out of good hygiene practices and respect for others that sleep with me, including you. Please do the same. If you forget, we will not be able to sleep face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I still have to get up in the morning, even if you lay on top of my legs like dead weight. This does not make it any easier for me to get out of bed to go make a living, so that you can continue to enjoy the pampered life you lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your tail often betrays you. When your body is completely still, but your tail is moving, I know you are awake and only pretending to be asleep so that you think you don't have to shift positions or get out of bed. I'm on to you. You can't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This is my bed (key words being "my" bed). Do not fight me for space. And do not groan if I shift you over so that I don't fall off the edge. Remember, I feed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8645742202282514347?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8645742202282514347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8645742202282514347' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8645742202282514347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8645742202282514347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/refresher-on-terms-and-conditions.html' title='Refresher on Terms and Conditions Surrounding Sleeping in My Bed'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-3212295207933263156</id><published>2009-06-04T00:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:39:20.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggle'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Puggle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruschi gets a bad rap for being a food-stealing, impatiently whining little bugger, but I gotta tell you, all that is wrapped up in one incredibly sweet, super loving dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working late (its almost 12:30 am Eastern), and most of the house is upstairs, asleep. I walk out into the living room, and there is Bruschi, fighting the sandman on the couch while waiting for me to retire. His head delicately placed on the couch pillow, paw ever so carefully curled under his chin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If cuddling him wasn't a good enough excuse for a work-break, nothing is. So, I sat down, leaned in, pet his super-soft head, gave him a kiss, and told him I loved him. He licked my cheek.  We cuddled a bit more, I told him we'd go to bed soon, and headed back to the computer. He sighed, put his head back down, and closed his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SidPaWSGLRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CXKwtHptsFQ/s1600-h/zzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326796975058194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SidPaWSGLRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CXKwtHptsFQ/s200/zzzzzzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, its worth the peanut butter sandwich that we "shared" earlier this evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Left:  Cell phone photo of Bruschi right now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-3212295207933263156?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3212295207933263156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=3212295207933263156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3212295207933263156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3212295207933263156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweetest-puggle.html' title='The Sweetest Puggle...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SidPaWSGLRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/CXKwtHptsFQ/s72-c/zzzzzzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-1115575718044742647</id><published>2009-06-01T16:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:50:07.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prey drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><title type='text'>Kodi's Killer Instincts</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned more than a few times on this Blog that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt;, our rat terrier, has a very, very impressive prey drive, along with a remarkably agile little body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighing in at 9.2 pounds, this tiny F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eist&lt;/span&gt; can leap yards from a stand-still position, runs as smooth and elegantly as a racing dog, and springs into action at the smallest sight or sound of oncoming prey, including those that outsize her. OH, she also has a battle-cry that rivals most fire alarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of this can be attributed to the unique breeding that made the Rat Terrier back in the early 1900's. These dogs can claim roots that include the hound, jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;russell&lt;/span&gt;, whippet and others. This is a breed that was established for one main purpose-- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eradicating&lt;/span&gt; rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kodi's&lt;/span&gt; opportunities to exercise her prey drive are limited to what can be done in a backyard, or on a walk-- so not much, but we do love to watch her signals and behaviors when she detects a critter or critter-hiding place. We do not encourage her committing or attempting any homicides. In fact, I keep bells and jingles on her to give critters fair warning that she is on their path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, early morning, a wandering cat became the object of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kodi's&lt;/span&gt; "affection." We were at my parent's house in NY, in a neighborhood that does not respect the fact that cats should be indoors at all times. This one extremely large feline dared to enter the neighbor's yard and cross &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kodi's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sightline&lt;/span&gt; while she was sniffing some bushes in my parent's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She detected, snapped to attention, issued her battle cry, and charged to this teeny, tiny opening at the bottom of the fence, barely wide enough for my wrist. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; at her escaping the yard, and then really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; when I realized her harness was caught on the bottom of the fence, while she was still lunging forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the attached portion of the harness, my dad ran to alert the neighbor, the neighbor ran outside to look under the deck at where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; was caught... I released the harness lest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; struggle to escape and dislocate or puncture something. The cat was LONG since gone, and the yard was fenced, so I figured this made the most sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once freed, she charged in impressive fashion out from under the deck that bordered the fence, through the yard, right into the arms of the neighbor, who picked her up and remarked "She's a cute little thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the panic was over and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; was securely inside the house, my dad and I started talking about her prey drive, how she immediately identified her path, and how she maneuvered her body so flat to get between the ground and the fence so, so quickly. And, how in-her-element she was on the chase. While nerve wracking, it was also quite impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you were wondering, our home has been rodent-free since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt;. And it safe to assume our child will never have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;guinea&lt;/span&gt; pigs or hamsters as long as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; is around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a woof for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-1115575718044742647?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1115575718044742647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=1115575718044742647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1115575718044742647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1115575718044742647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/kodis-killer-instincts.html' title='Kodi&apos;s Killer Instincts'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8359900011829502833</id><published>2009-06-01T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:01:37.532-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby prep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby-mania, Bruschi and Kodi</title><content type='html'>Brian and I frequently say to each other that we can't remember our lives before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bruschi&lt;/span&gt;, and it is even hard to remember what it was like to only have one dog, prior to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt;. Our vocabulary quickly adapted to include words like "no-pull harness, raw food," and "veterinary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opthamalogist&lt;/span&gt;," and questions like "Did they both poop? What color was it? Did he pull on the leash? Did she have a good time at day care?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with baby on the way, our regular conversations include words like "Pack N Play," "receiving blankets," "bouncy chair" and god help me, "stroller travel systems." I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; remember when these weren't part of our vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me for not realizing the full, excessive extent of pregnancy/new baby merchandising....this coming from someone who admittedly is part of the "dog collar of the month" club.  I love to shop and buy, I love novelties and accessories. I am a consumer at heart--But I assure you, this is over the top.  Selecting a stroller was more difficult, and is taking longer than when I decided to purchase my first new car back in 2005. Business opportunity for Volkswagen: Start making strollers and car seats- oh, and helmets for babies riding in convertibles for your brand loyalists. And, I've seen more versions and types of blankets for babies than I tried on wedding dresses. Someday, I am sure Vera Wang will own that line as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my tendency toward consumerism in general, the main focus of my baby prep is not the acquisition of all sorts of plastic baby gear-- its prepping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bruschi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; (and Brian and I) for a teeny tiny human heartbeat that comes complete with lots of crying, dirty diapers, demanding feeding schedules and oodles of special attention from friends and family members. Its breaking bad habits that we've allowed to develop and tolerated over the past three years because they really didn't bother us that much. And, its creating new routines for them that will make for a more harmonious household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started this a few weeks back, moving the dogs to a once-daily feeding schedule (critics, have a field day here), and this weekend, even made them sit in the back-seat vs. my lap on the long, traffic-heavy drive to and from NY. This month, we are going to crack-down on turning noise outside the house (that usually brings upon non-stop barking) into a cue for "go get your ball." July we'll start with baby noises, and in August, the stroller (oh, god help me again) will make its debut on our walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a few books by well-respected dog training professionals on what to do to get the pups ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bambino&lt;/span&gt;. I know that bringing in a baby will be a huge change on them, and I really want to minimize other abrupt shifts during that time. It will certainly be an ongoing process for all of us, and I can't say that I am absent any fears or concerns-- because there are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also spending a lot of time rebuking accusations that my dogs will become second class citizens in their own home once the baby arrives, explaining to people if that does happen, I will not only be a bad dog mom, but also a bad baby mama as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, there will be more to come on this topic, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a "woof" for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8359900011829502833?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8359900011829502833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8359900011829502833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8359900011829502833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8359900011829502833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-mania-bruschi-and-kodi.html' title='Baby-mania, Bruschi and Kodi'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-6979712070392256104</id><published>2009-04-13T16:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:51:45.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breeders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Rescue'/><title type='text'>The Bigger Question about Bo</title><content type='html'>Obama-mania continues this week, with the latest topic of obsession being over Bo, the First Family's new six-month old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Portugese&lt;/span&gt; water dog. While some in the animal welfare community applaud the adoption of a "re-homed" dog from a reputable breeder, other massively &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;criticize&lt;/span&gt; it, and feel "betrayed" that the family did not go the Rescue Route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it both laughable and frustrating that this is the focal point-- where the dog came from--, and that these major entities are not instead using this media blitz to focus on what a dog needs in life, and how the First Family can set an example for the rest of humanity on the proper care for a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many friends and colleagues have asked my opinion on the Obama dog, even before Bo came to be, and here is how I feel. I offer up my opinion as nothing more than a dog-mom (of one rescue, and one breeder-dog). How a dog comes to be with a family is far less important than how a family cares for and tends to a dog's needs over the course of his or her life. A responsible family will do everything within their means to make sure that dog has a high-quality of life and does not end up in a shelter or rescue. This opinion I hold that applies universally, not just to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, by setting a good example for America on proper care for a dog, the President and his daughters can do more for the larger world of rescue pets than adopting just one shelter dog. Those of us that work and volunteer in rescue know all to well the realities that bring a dog into a shelter, or cause a dog to need to be re-homed, the latest being the economic crunch that makes pet care more of a luxury than a necessity. But poor knowledge about good training, pet health leads age-old, way outdated stereotypes to persist when more modern wisdom is available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending any more valuable air time on Bo's family tree, here are 10 other topics that can really help the dogs of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Consider feeding a raw diet when evaluating food options. It might sound rogue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, or crazy, but it is a very real option that is much healthier for the average dog. After all, would YOU want to eat the equivalent of dried cereal every day, twice a day, for your entire life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Use positive training techniques!!! This is the best way to build a working relationship and strong bond with your dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Make sure that dog has PLENTY of opportunities for exercise, including with other dogs. Two walks a day just don't cut it, especially for a working dog that was bred for a specific intent (like a Water Dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Treat your dog as a member of your family-- not as a possession you own. A dog is not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, a piece of clothing, a car, or a piece of decor. It is a living, breathing being that thinks, shows emotion, and can express itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Keep your dog at the right weight. Obesity is a silent killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Keep your dog's mind stimulated. Their brains need activity as well--- Toys are a dog's equivalent of Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DX&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Use positive training techniques!!! (Did I say that twice-- that is because it is important). Choke chains, shock collars, and other corrective methods can severely hurt a dog physically and emotionally, and make the problem worse than what it is. Dog training has come a long way, and we don't need to rely upon those methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Expose your dog to all sorts of sights, sounds, people, and places, building positive association with each (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;, there it is again, kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Hire an expert trainer. Dog training is not a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt;." Get a professional trainer who can help you speak dog, because it's a language that is a whole lot different from English!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10- Don't ignore small problems, thinking they will go away. Address the problem properly when it presents itself, whether it be excessive barking, pulling on a leash, or even an allergic itch. So often a small complication is let to progress to a large problem, forcing a family to make a real tough decision. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many hard-core policy wonks are probably scratching their head over "Bo-Gate" right now, thinking that there are no fewer than a bazillion more critical issues facing this country. But see, this isn't just about a dog-- this really should be about being a better human. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all that, I really need my weekly puppy-fix, and there is a little Rat Terrier standing on my shoulder (really, not kidding).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's a woof for now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colleen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-6979712070392256104?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6979712070392256104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=6979712070392256104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6979712070392256104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6979712070392256104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/04/bigger-question-about-bo.html' title='The Bigger Question about Bo'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-7949945955048342054</id><published>2009-02-18T15:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:46:28.813-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Three years of Bruschi</title><content type='html'>Bruschi's birthday is Saturday, February 21.  He turns 3 this year, and it is now hard for me to remember a time when Brian and I were without Puggle. Caring for another being truly changed our lives in a profound way.   Bruschi is, and I believe will always be a bit of a menace, and that makes us love him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top 10 (ok 12) memories from Puppyhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Realizing that a three-month old Bruschi licked my diamond earring out of my ear, then waiting 48 hours to get it back. NOTE: All diamond earrings need to come with screw-backs vs. standard posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coming home after a Yankee game to find one happy Puggle and one completely and utterly distraught-to-the-point-of-tears husband, who spent 5 hours trying to entertain a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bruschi Graduating "Most Improved" from Puppy Basic. (To say it was an upward climb is an understatement).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing Bruschi curl up on the couch with Kodi for the first time, snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching the foster pups teach Bruschi how to take toys out of his toy box so that he did not have to whine and moan for a human to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The infamous night where Bruschi learned how to escape the crate, then came barreling into our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The second most infamous night when Bruschi learned how to hop over the extremely tall baby grate, then came barreling into our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watching him chase his first rabbit across the back yard, until it ran under the fence, at which point he looked up at us and if he could speak, he would have said "Where'd the bunny go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The day that I realized his ears were finally in closer proportion to the rest of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Him tunneling into a pillow case, then rolling all about in it until he figured how to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How he would have the zoomies one minute, launch himself onto my lap the next, and pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Putting a very sleepy puppy to bed in the crate every night (pre-houdini-ing out of it) and watching him curl up into a teeny tiny ball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-7949945955048342054?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7949945955048342054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=7949945955048342054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7949945955048342054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7949945955048342054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-years-of-bruschi.html' title='Three years of Bruschi'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-9017880749976584311</id><published>2008-11-09T19:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:21:35.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><title type='text'>Bruschi's letter to Santa- 2006</title><content type='html'>This evening, while re-organizing some files on my laptop, I came across Bruschi's letter to Santa that he/I wrote in 2006, his first Christmas. It had our friends and family in absolute laughter, and I thought I should post it on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of just how, um, lets just a say "eventful" puppyhood was for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2007 letter is just as good, but that will come later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want pizzles. That is all I want for Christmas. I don’t want bandanas, or red socks, or pens that I can chew, or purses, shoes, coats, gloves, glasses, leashes, tissues, rugs, toe nail clippers, or ear washes. Just pizzles. This crazy lady who makes me do tricks told me that if I want something, I have to be good and ask some Santa for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I have not been a good boy this year, but I am cute. And, cuteness should count for something. After all, the mischief that I caused gave the crazy man and lady LOTS to tell their friends about, and the stories are entertaining. I hear they get lots of mileage out of that diamond-earring-in-the-digestive-track story. Not my fault that it ended up in my mouth when I was cleaning the crazy lady’s ears. Those ears needed a cleaning! No one appreciated it when I learned to jump over the curiously shaped wall that kept me out of upstairs. They just didn’t understand how much I wanted to get into doggie paradise. I know people think that all those holes in the ground that I dug so carefully are a bad thing, but this will save those people time when they want to plant flowers. And, I guess you could say I really wasn’t supposed to uproot those hydrangea saplings. It just looked like fun at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there are some good things that I have done this year. Like, on Thanksgiving, I watched the “gobble gobble” to make sure no one would steal it. I also have alarm clock duties. Every morning, I gotta howl and whine to wake up those sleepyheads. No snooze button on me!! And, every night, before retiring to my box, I give lots of kisses. I also help the big man take naps. He does not snore when I sleep on him. Oh, one other thing, when the crazy lady needs to be entertained, I help with that. I let her play “roll the Puggle” around on the floor. She’s trying to train me not to steal food or possessions—I hear “good boy” a lot, so I guess I am making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pizzles all for me. I really like them. And, they keep me out of trouble. In fact, I am willing to barter an evening of schenanigans for one pizzle. You can get them on the Internet… they are called PIZZLES. I hear they are made from bull weenies, but taste goooood to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Bruschi (love you even more if you get me pizzles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- We’ve never met before, so when you come down the chimney, look for the cute puppy with wrinkles and floppy ears. See picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.P.S. I look sad I this picture because I have no pizzles. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRd9roaD21I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gDDiDMm2XJM/s1600-h/IM+photo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266816477767654226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRd9roaD21I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gDDiDMm2XJM/s200/IM+photo+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruschi at 8 or 9 months old. He was pretty tubby then, until we got him on a better diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-9017880749976584311?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/9017880749976584311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=9017880749976584311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/9017880749976584311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/9017880749976584311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/bruschis-letter-to-santa-2006.html' title='Bruschi&apos;s letter to Santa- 2006'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRd9roaD21I/AAAAAAAAAPo/gDDiDMm2XJM/s72-c/IM+photo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8980312915673955653</id><published>2008-11-05T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:01:06.580-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Rescue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Dogs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRJAJ_J90OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kFftLyBOexg/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265341454665765090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRJAJ_J90OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kFftLyBOexg/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Brian and I celebrated our 3rd anniversary. Three years and one day ago today, we both first learned of the Puggle. Now, Bruschi is camped out on my lap, while Kodi is sleeping in sync on Brian's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always intended to have a dog, and Brian proudly proclaimed that "Learch men are dog people." The bigger question for us was which breed. I love Labs and Beagles. Brian wanted a Pug. We both have deep feelings for Corgi's but were intimidated by shedding. Undecided, Brian staved off my relentless demands for a puppy-- promising we would revisit after the honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before we got married, we were in separate states, both watching the Today Show featuring Puggles. Like many Americans, we fell in love, and our next phone call wasn't about floral mishaps, missing pianists, disappearing aisle runners, or bad manicures... it was how we just saw the cutest dog that would be the perfect addition to our lives. The Puggle was to be our wedding gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of this today when I got an email from the rescue we volunteer with, letting volunteers know that a hound mama and her 7 little four week old pups were found alone in the woods of Virginia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago, we didn't consider a rescue pup, largely, because we didn't have the faintest idea that such a thing as rescue puppies existed. We thought that only older dogs were abandoned, and we really wanted a puppy. In our minds-- who on earth abandons a mama dog with little ones? Well, three years later, we learned this happens as frequently as Bruschi steals food off our plate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you couldn't tell by now, we love our breeder-bred designer dog from nose to tail, and have no regrets about how we came to have him in our lives. We just didn't know what we do now about rescue. And perhaps, it was Bruschi who brought us to be exposed to others with rescue dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and I still say things like "what human abandons a dog?," but now we know just how much of a reality it is. And, having seen some of those pups grow, we know just how special a rescue puppy is, just how much joy they bring, and just how wonderful a life they can lead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did pause for more than a minute to think about bringing the litter home to foster, as an anniversary present for Brian, but then figured I'd save Husband of the Year material until our five year :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8980312915673955653?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8980312915673955653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8980312915673955653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8980312915673955653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8980312915673955653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-brian-and-i-celebrated-our-3rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SRJAJ_J90OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kFftLyBOexg/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5599515710878218685</id><published>2008-09-30T19:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:48:31.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yankees'/><title type='text'>"The Final Season" Branding Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>Question: Why did the Yankees Cross the Road?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: To get to the new Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, friends of mine and I made the 4+ hour trek north from DC to pay one last homage to the old Yankee stadium. While the team had yet to be mathematically eliminated from playoffs, we knew that even a resurrection of the Babe (may he rest in peace) would not be enough to ensure even a wild card pass into October. This was to be the last game--ever-- in Yankee Stadium, closing a season where every fan was reminded, every day, that 2008 was the last season-- ever-- of Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I was "fan-lite" this past season, missing most games in our Sunday ticket pack, and only sporatically tuning in to the NY Post Sports Section. But this game, this excited me, and by the 3rd inning, my mind was already to how I would blog about it. I know this is a dog-focused blog, but hopefully my handfuls of readers will indulge me in this off-topic post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Yankee fashion, the team went out with pomp and circumstance (including a crazy fan that charged the field), and all the attention of major news media that the winningest team in all of sports has enjoyed since the stadium opened. And remember, the team is only moving across the street-- to a state of the art, amazingly fabulous stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, The Final Season was a marketing masterpiece on many, many levels. The Yankee enterprise so successfully branded The Final Season that it took on a personality and meaning all its own. It might as well have been another player on the team... with its own authentic pinstripe jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To best illustrate this genius is the stark contrast with the other NY team (Mets, for those of you grasping for the name), who is also getting a new stadium in 2009, and had a winning-er record vs. the Yanks (until their second epic collapse, not to be confused with the 2007 implosion). What was the last thing you heard about the up and coming Citi Park in Flushing, Queens? Remember, they too are also moving across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankees successfully dominated the news media with references to nostalgia and records, championships and family commaraderie. They successfully convinced fans to pony up the cash and credit to buy new merchandise, that looked just like the old merchandise, only with a "Final Season" patch (guilty as charged in case you were wondering). They successfully convinced 400 million fans to watch the floundering team that had fired their beloved manager, and hadn't been such a long shot for the playoffs since the late 60's. They successfully convinced boatloads of fans to to arrive at the Stadium doors 7 hours prior to the first pitch of the last game, only to sit in stadium seating and watch the equivalent of Yes Network b-roll on the tiniest jumbo-tron in the Majors. And, remember, they were ONLY moving across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to goodness, I firmly believe the White House could have moved across the street with less media attention than this. At least 6 minutes of 1010 WINS "22 minutes, we give you the world" was about The Final Season that Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it needed any help, but the Yankee enterprise appropriately coined Yankee stadium a "cathedral," structurally crumbling it may be, of Baseball. The opening ceremonies started with additional reminders of it being the last game ever, and closing a legend, yada yada... but no worries, by the 7th inning, fans were re-assured that the team was not deserting them, that these memories would not end...because the team was ONLY moving across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my favorite memory of Yankee Stadium will be my young nephew standing outside, telling me he was upset that the "House that Ruth Built" will be going away, and wondering just who will literally be "building" the new house. After assuring him that it would not be A-Rod out there swinging a shovel and leveling dirt, he still seemed less than convinced that leaving a "cathedral" as steeped in memories and history would be a good thing, despite the fact that parts of the upper deck were known to fall down. And, I probably failed to assure him that the team was only moving across the street. They were not deserting him, they were not going to cease playing the game, or stop making records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my nephew's attitude was identical to the vibe running rampant through the rows and sections of the Stadium last Sunday night. Why were they leaving the place where Ruth, Lou, Mickey, Joe and Yogi and caught, hit and threw their way into baseball history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the stadium that night concluding that the player named "The Final Season's" biggest contribution to baseball was easing the fan's pain associated with giving up the place where so many legends were made, so many memories had, and so, so many championships won. But, next year, the team will be right across the street, so start spreading the news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkxLxp9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vyH-oECh4ZQ/s1600-h/DSC_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008137261688786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkxLxp9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vyH-oECh4ZQ/s200/DSC_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkLRsmZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iignbZwPHbs/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008127085975954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkLRsmZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iignbZwPHbs/s200/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkkRSqTI/AAAAAAAAAME/zVR_0WPKrVw/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008133795162418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkkRSqTI/AAAAAAAAAME/zVR_0WPKrVw/s200/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkaO7t6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jv3AeqKVex4/s1600-h/DSC_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252008131100915618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkaO7t6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/jv3AeqKVex4/s200/DSC_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5599515710878218685?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5599515710878218685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5599515710878218685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5599515710878218685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5599515710878218685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-season-branding-masterpiece.html' title='&quot;The Final Season&quot; Branding Masterpiece'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOLhkxLxp9I/AAAAAAAAAMM/vyH-oECh4ZQ/s72-c/DSC_0245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4140971001079566998</id><published>2008-09-29T23:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:40:18.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Dogs'/><title type='text'>Mookie, our new foster pup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOGetqrwSII/AAAAAAAAALs/QZ2rHQQA7gA/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251653147879819394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOGetqrwSII/AAAAAAAAALs/QZ2rHQQA7gA/s200/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and my fifth foster arrived yesterday. Mookie, a two year old small Pug will be with us until we can find him a forever home. He has an eye condition that will probably require surgery, and we will learn more about what that entails later this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, he is showing us just how pug-like Bruschi is. So much of what he does reminds us of Bruschi when he was a younger pup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just an hour ago, he hopped up onto Brian's lap, assuming Bruschi's standard sleeping position (cradled on leg, head on thigh), and began to snore. I would photo it, only that Bruschi is in the same position, on my lap, under my laptop computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4140971001079566998?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4140971001079566998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4140971001079566998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4140971001079566998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4140971001079566998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/09/mookie-our-new-foster-pup.html' title='Mookie, our new foster pup'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SOGetqrwSII/AAAAAAAAALs/QZ2rHQQA7gA/s72-c/DSC_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-7020579277186180924</id><published>2008-09-15T22:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:57:47.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Presentations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><title type='text'>Reason #3 Why I love Puggles: Unity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM8ez0LWHzI/AAAAAAAAALc/WR6UU2rdwsU/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246445966438309682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM8ez0LWHzI/AAAAAAAAALc/WR6UU2rdwsU/s200/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who gives presentations to groups of people knows that capturing the audience's attention, getting their mind off what happened in their day before they walked through the conference room door, and creating interest and excitement in the topic is crucial to success-- and so much of that is determined in the initial moments of the presentation. We all look for that collective "chill" of the group, so that their brains are positioned to accept the information we are about to share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have a secret weapon in the conference room. And it is.... wait for it...... The Puggle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happened to realize this untapped power of the Puggle recently, in a serendipitious way, during a presentation where the attendees all walked in, very, very stressed, and anxiety-ridden. What had wound their nerves back at their desk had not been forgotten, and any anxiety over our topic was staring them in the face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within a minute of entering the room, what also was staring them in the face was my computer wall-paper image of Bruschi (shown above) projected onto a large screen. A simple glance at that perfectly cute little wrinkly forehead elicited a collective "awwwww" across the room. Tensions were released, and conversation quickly turned from "did you get that email" to "oh, what kind of dog is that?" "How old is he?" "Did you take that photo?" "My goodness that is the perfect photo." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now had the attention, and interest of everyone in the room, from the CEO who had to make decisions to the intern taking notes. I was ready to move forward. The picture of the Puggle did in less than 10 seconds what no average human could do in 20 minutes, if at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was Bruschi really was the catalyst for what ended up being a ridiculously successful meeting.  I do believe that his image provided the group with a "brain break" of sorts, along with creating a common ground-- everyone in the room was able to agree on something-- that this dog was cute.  The dog created a sense or sort of unity of opinion among those around the table that was lacking at the start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while ago, I started working images and references to my dogs into presentations, either as clip-art, or to illustrate a point, or simply as an ice-breaker. More recently, I set my wallpaper to this image of Bruschi that I took one morning. He was sitting in a sun spot, I was running late for work, searching for my favorite Charles David shoe. The shoe could not be found, but the camera was sitting on the ironing board. It made me smile in the morning when I booted up, even more than my previous image of Brad Pitt and George Clooney in Oceans 11. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was so great about the wallpaper doing the work for me, vs. a slide in the presentation, is that I had the room's attention before that first slide ever appeared. They now were excited about the deck, and approaching the material with true interest-- because they had the opportunity to forget the baggage that followed them in to the meeting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could talk tons about the emotional and psychological effects that all pets have on humans, the endorphines that their images can stimulate, and studies that show simply petting a dog can lower blood pressure (and conversely, how a puggle stealing a sandwich can make it rise to new heights)... but....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM8e0NWFTmI/AAAAAAAAALk/zs5UBGMG5X8/s1600-h/beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246445973194231394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM8e0NWFTmI/AAAAAAAAALk/zs5UBGMG5X8/s200/beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(former wallpaper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-7020579277186180924?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7020579277186180924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=7020579277186180924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7020579277186180924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7020579277186180924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/09/reason-3-why-i-love-puggles-unity.html' title='Reason #3 Why I love Puggles: Unity'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM8ez0LWHzI/AAAAAAAAALc/WR6UU2rdwsU/s72-c/IMG_0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4711309053005856405</id><published>2008-09-14T21:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:58:26.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kittens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Kicking the week off with kittens!</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, my friend and I photographed some ridiculously cute 6 week old kittens that were recently rescued. These five little fluff balls had the most beautiful eyes, and the teeniest, tinyest paws, each smaller than the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foster mom will raise them in her home until they are old enough to be spayed or neutered, and adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing about cats or kittens, except that they look cute, and Kodi would probably try to eat one if allowed. Well, maybe just nibble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few photos of some of the cuties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2-ceiUhvI/AAAAAAAAALE/0lTDqaKuhss/s1600-h/DSC_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246058537399125746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2-ceiUhvI/AAAAAAAAALE/0lTDqaKuhss/s200/DSC_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2-cI1h45I/AAAAAAAAAK8/qpfBORdCOvE/s1600-h/DSC_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246058531574113170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2-cI1h45I/AAAAAAAAAK8/qpfBORdCOvE/s200/DSC_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2_fh-5m4I/AAAAAAAAALU/I0BcB7UhERA/s1600-h/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246059689375538050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2_fh-5m4I/AAAAAAAAALU/I0BcB7UhERA/s200/DSC_0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2_fJAk_AI/AAAAAAAAALM/8QzU2LYG1vo/s1600-h/DSC_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246059682671688706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2_fJAk_AI/AAAAAAAAALM/8QzU2LYG1vo/s200/DSC_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2_fh-5m4I/AAAAAAAAALU/I0BcB7UhERA/s1600-h/DSC_0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4711309053005856405?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4711309053005856405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4711309053005856405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4711309053005856405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4711309053005856405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/09/kicking-week-off-with-kittens.html' title='Kicking the week off with kittens!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SM2-ceiUhvI/AAAAAAAAALE/0lTDqaKuhss/s72-c/DSC_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5870850850753174625</id><published>2008-08-27T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:07:46.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye care'/><title type='text'>Kodi Eye-- New Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLVfRzx1IqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xii4IUIkMa4/s1600-h/kodi+eye+827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239198501077066402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLVfRzx1IqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xii4IUIkMa4/s200/kodi+eye+827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLVfSm3Gb7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RIh-ic13t1g/s1600-h/DSC_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239198514789380018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLVfSm3Gb7I/AAAAAAAAAK0/RIh-ic13t1g/s200/DSC_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every few months, Kodi visits the Veterinary Eye Doctor so that her left eye can be evaluated and we can stay on top of what treatments she needs. In addition, she sees a Chiropractor regularly and she gets regular doses of eye medicines. (eye shown most prominently in photos is affected eye).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don't recall, Kodi has some nerve damage that limits her eye's ability to produce tears, and, causes her to drool a bit when nervous (she can't swallow her saliva on one side of her mouth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we took her in for a routine exam and learned that her eye is producing close to DOUBLE the amount of tears it typically does. DOUBLE!! For a while, she was measuring a 3 to 4 on the 'tear duct scale' test (from 0-10). Yesterday, she got up to a 6. The more tears she produces, the less discomfort she is in, and the better equipped her eye is to fight infection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last night, during a visit to the dog park, she not only interacted with others, BUT did not drool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are very fortunate that Kodi has an amazing team of doctors helping her out. And, what I love even MORE is that the vets she sees believe that the chiropractic care she receives helps keep her healthy.... hmm... perhaps human MDs can take a lesson from the animal community. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Colleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out past blog posts on Chiropractic care, and history on Kodi's eye condition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5870850850753174625?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5870850850753174625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5870850850753174625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5870850850753174625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5870850850753174625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/08/kodi-eye-new-success.html' title='Kodi Eye-- New Success!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLVfRzx1IqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xii4IUIkMa4/s72-c/kodi+eye+827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-675139911047758933</id><published>2008-08-24T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:41:11.623-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leashes/leads'/><title type='text'>Why I hate retractable leashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLINq8qolYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9WSNaJ2c9ks/s1600-h/anti+retractable+lead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238264348075922818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLINq8qolYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9WSNaJ2c9ks/s200/anti+retractable+lead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this evening, Brian and i were walking our dogs on the sidewalk of a usually busy, four lane road (George Mason Drive for those NOVAns). About a half block ahead, a woman walks out with two medium to large dogs taking up the sidewalk, so we quickly move into the curb, about a car width away, and start talking to our dogs to keep their attention. There weren't any cars coming behind us, and if it wasn't a four lane road, we would have just crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when within lunge distance, this woman's dogs who were both on unlocked retractable leashes, go nuts... And because the leashes are unlocked, allowing the cord to extend seemingly endlessly, the woman can not control her dog from dashing out into the street to jump on Bruschi. And because the handles are so thick, she drops one, which enables the other dog to lunge over to Kodi and near pounce on her, had Brian not done some quick thinking and pulled her mid-air then scoop her up (she wears a harness, so no stress on her neck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, because I was crazy annoyed at both my dogs getting pummeled on a walk, I yell "You need to lock your leashes with your dogs, or they are going to hurt someone, or get hurt," And she yells back "I can't seem to control them, they keep pulling from me." You don't say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very concept of using a leash is that it keeps your dog with you.... not away from you. A retractable leash allows a dog to take liberties on a walk that some just should not have. Like, in this case, these dogs clearly were not calm when others were passing by, and the woman could not reel them in. A regular leash, she could have just pulled up on, stepped on, or simply not dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this woman really loves her dogs-- but fails to realize that her dogs could run into traffic, getting hit by a car if not careful. Or, bitten by another dog it charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of friends who use retractable leashes responsibly, with dogs who don't run in to traffic, and with dogs who do not lunge at people or other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are popular, but these leashes generally do not make life easier, if anything, they require an owner to think about one more thing on walks. What if your finger hits the little button, releasing the lock and the cord, and the dog has free reign in to trouble? What if YOUR dog passes another whose owner can't control the leash or the dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but between, keeping my dogs' attention away from squirrels, watching for signs of poop, and stopping every other tree to pee, I've got enough to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-675139911047758933?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/675139911047758933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=675139911047758933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/675139911047758933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/675139911047758933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-hate-retractable-leashes.html' title='Why I hate retractable leashes'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SLINq8qolYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/9WSNaJ2c9ks/s72-c/anti+retractable+lead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-538251868719191987</id><published>2008-08-22T22:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:31:17.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I Love Puggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><title type='text'>Reason #2: Expressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92I6dJnAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E4hTkWn-EYk/s1600-h/Bruschi+8+wks+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534787157728258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92I6dJnAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E4hTkWn-EYk/s200/Bruschi+8+wks+old.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JIukpcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BLjUdaoGUP0/s1600-h/bruschi+serious+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534790988899778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JIukpcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/BLjUdaoGUP0/s200/bruschi+serious+face.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JS3IUeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h_2Gv_1-P3k/s1600-h/DSC_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534793709146594" style="CURSOR: hand" height="96" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JS3IUeI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h_2Gv_1-P3k/s200/DSC_0509.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JlWsAKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cQ1M7VR-nkM/s1600-h/DSC_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534798673346722" style="CURSOR: hand" height="109" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92JlWsAKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cQ1M7VR-nkM/s200/DSC_0555.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason #2 Why I Love Puggles: Their Expressions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All dogs express emotion, but I have to say I believe Puggles have among the most expression-rich faces of all dogs. The wrinkly face, the defined eye-brows, the wide-topped ears, and the cute little round-snout nose are true enablers when a dog tries to show happiness, frustration, mischief, sadness, remorse, fatigue, and excitement....and then there's the tail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Puggle's display of expression is just one other tool they have in their box of tricks for wiggling their way into human hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-538251868719191987?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/538251868719191987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=538251868719191987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/538251868719191987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/538251868719191987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/08/reason-2-expressions.html' title='Reason #2: Expressions'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SK92I6dJnAI/AAAAAAAAAKE/E4hTkWn-EYk/s72-c/Bruschi+8+wks+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-951996914740516720</id><published>2008-08-17T01:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:13:16.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I Love Puggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><title type='text'>Why I Love Puggles...</title><content type='html'>There has to be an endless (or at least an enourmously high) number of reasons that I love Puggles... besides the basic fact that they are dogs, and they are cute.   And I can't write them all in one day, much less one night-- but over the next month, check back regularly for the latest on "Why I Love Puggles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1 Why I Love Puggles:  The Snuggle Factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puggles are snugglers.  They don't just want to be near you, they want to be next to you, or on top of you, or somehow sandwiched between you.  It is well known and documented that dogs do not like nor need hugs-- some will tolerate hugs from humans because they know we feed them.  But Puggles tell you they want to snuggle, and will not be ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-951996914740516720?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/951996914740516720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=951996914740516720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/951996914740516720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/951996914740516720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-i-love-puggles.html' title='Why I Love Puggles...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4054529833982252984</id><published>2008-08-08T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:08:12.258-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rat Terrier'/><title type='text'>Friday night fun for a Rat Terrier</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night-- about 11 pm.  I just got home from an adoption event (Pinky needs another home-- any takers?).  I sit down on the couch, and grab the laptop, which is Kodi's cue to come bounding from the other end of the room, onto my lap, and properly place my hand onto her head for a pet, and to continue petting, and not to stop petting... even though I am trying to type all about her on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is Friday night fun for a Rat Terrier.  Curled up in the tighted little ball, next to a warm human, who is a sucker for petting pups.  Don't even think of stopping, because a guilt-ridden nudge will get you back to stroking her silky soft coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: it is taking double the amount of time to type this, since one hand must be on Kodi-head at all times... or else).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4054529833982252984?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4054529833982252984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4054529833982252984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4054529833982252984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4054529833982252984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-night-fun-for-rat-terrier.html' title='Friday night fun for a Rat Terrier'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-3231657659347232952</id><published>2008-07-27T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:44:47.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Dogs'/><title type='text'>Foster Family Birthday Party Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close to a year ago, Brian and I took our first venture into dog fostering, volunteering to help one of the area rescue organizations with an influx of puppies from West Virginia. This was the complete reverse of pre-meditated... I got an email asking for help, called Brian and a few days later, we had two little 10 week old coonhound/lab puppies that just oozed cuteness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both found great homes, continued to grow and develop into two beautifully handsome dogs. The two had not seen each other since late September, but met up today for a little reunion. We weren't sure how the two would behave, and I think it is safe to say that all six adults were speechless when they almost immediately started to play... like brothers, like when they were puppies...completely inseparable. Brian and I were perhaps the most stunned, because we remember well just how much of a pair these two were, and to see them doing the same thing, only 30-40 pounds larger, was a happily emotional sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Casey had always been the smaller of the two, and a bit of a clown. Beetle (now Sam) was and still is the larger, and was somewhat protective of his brother. They both loved to play tug, to run and to chase, to roll each other over, and to lay ontop of one another. I remember one instance where Casey dragged his brother across the kitchen floor--- by the ear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both dogs were very malnourished when they came to us, and were so young and impressionable. To look at them now, with their beautifully shiny coats, and sleak body figures, it is hard to remember that they were just skin and bones at 10 weeks, and that their future was grim before they were rescued from the shelter in West Virginia. And, to see how important they are to their families is just completely moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if these dogs actually remembered that they spent the first 13 weeks of their life together, but dogs do smile, and these two wore grins from ear to ear for two straight hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't know what to expect when we started fostering, and I don't think we could have scripted it any better than how it actually turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s1600-h/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s1600-h/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top- Then: (Photo 1: first few hours after getting them, Photo 2: 1 weeks later, Photo 2: 2 weeks later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom- Now (today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s1600-h/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s1600-h/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870977799916962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s200/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g8kgvmHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/spLSndfdGWA/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870967412267122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g8kgvmHI/AAAAAAAAAJE/spLSndfdGWA/s200/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9r4LV1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/gwWQD4dFJgE/s1600-h/Foster+Pups+Beatle+and+Casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870986569471826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9r4LV1I/AAAAAAAAAJU/gwWQD4dFJgE/s200/Foster+Pups+Beatle+and+Casey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g-hHMExI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JVIOSVe3sfE/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0kF2fsRaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tdG2KCfgO-I/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227874425393399202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0kF2fsRaI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tdG2KCfgO-I/s200/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0kFRzEJEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ubsVQeVUIYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227874415542543426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0kFRzEJEI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ubsVQeVUIYQ/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g-Lr_LpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YDu9KjIXYH0/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227870995108277906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g-Lr_LpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/YDu9KjIXYH0/s200/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s1600-h/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-3231657659347232952?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3231657659347232952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=3231657659347232952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3231657659347232952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3231657659347232952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/07/foster-family-birthday-party-reunion.html' title='Foster Family Birthday Party Reunion'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SI0g9LNWjaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Om4YPL7xpsQ/s72-c/a+beetle+and+casey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5810237569962487231</id><published>2008-07-27T00:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:38:16.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinky the Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Dogs'/><title type='text'>Happy Homecoming Pinky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6K7MIfGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/a5bZbi77-9M/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546858087808098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6K7MIfGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/a5bZbi77-9M/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian and my fifth foster found a home today. We had been helping out Pinky the Puppy for about two months, getting her socialized and building her confidence. Her momma came to the rescue organization with 9 puppies in her belly, and the training center where I apprentice birthed the pups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pinky was a little bitty fluffball when she was born, but in her first four months, grew to be close to 30 pounds of energy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a beautiful dog, a great pet, and will become a fabulous companion for her new family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were truly lucky to have been able to have her in our home for the past two months (and she didn't even chew any furniture!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6MPiCnBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/siU47a0AVcQ/s1600-h/DSC_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546880728275986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6MPiCnBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/siU47a0AVcQ/s320/DSC_0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6LttCqlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h_bpY0t9y7s/s1600-h/pinky+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546871647611474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6LttCqlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h_bpY0t9y7s/s320/pinky+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6LUcGcnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qe2nSerjFak/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227546864865669746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6LUcGcnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qe2nSerjFak/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5810237569962487231?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5810237569962487231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5810237569962487231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5810237569962487231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5810237569962487231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-homecomming-pinky.html' title='Happy Homecoming Pinky!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIv6K7MIfGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/a5bZbi77-9M/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-7811040139238419047</id><published>2008-07-26T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:35:48.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doggie gear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leashes/leads'/><title type='text'>My favorite leash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIuZIUfJwoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4ZpDMwZ1kj0/s1600-h/corduroyleashes_product_photo_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227440160710967938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIuZIUfJwoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4ZpDMwZ1kj0/s320/corduroyleashes_product_photo_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Is a hemp corduroy leash by The Good Dog Company out of Colorado. &lt;a href="http://www.thegooddogcompany.com/"&gt;http://www.thegooddogcompany.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this leash about six months ago, out of frustration with other novelty leashes (the nylon or canvas kind with ribbon sewn on) cutting and digging in to my hands. And, with those other leashes getting completely dirty... quickly. It wasn't cheap, but I felt it was worth a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hemp leash is soft, but durable, washable, and wears well. You can fold it up in your hands to limit the dog's movement, mush it in a pocket when going off-leash, and throw it in the wash machine when it gets too dirty. I found that the lead was a little long for my liking, and had my mom cut it, making a collar out of the part that was removed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good control is super important for me. Leashes that are difficult to hold or harsh on the skin limit my ability to properly handle my dog. Style is also important for my pups. I like color coordinated leashes and collars that always look new, and of course-are seasonal. The pups might not be able to tell the difference, but I sure can! Did I mention that the hemp leads come in a whole variety of colors? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to advocate for one company over another on this blog, but I just really think this product is a great solution to those others out there looking for more control and less hand-pain... especially if your dog pulls! Anyone who has gotten a leash burn knows what I am talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Colleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-7811040139238419047?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7811040139238419047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=7811040139238419047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7811040139238419047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7811040139238419047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-favorite-leash.html' title='My favorite leash...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIuZIUfJwoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4ZpDMwZ1kj0/s72-c/corduroyleashes_product_photo_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-1252876205297375300</id><published>2008-06-23T17:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:35:24.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Resource Guarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIQDntHeQzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TKj5bhe3aU/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225305448317338418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIQDntHeQzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TKj5bhe3aU/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             (tiny paw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning all about Resource Guarding in dog school. "What," you ask "Is resource guarding?" Well, it is a behavior that some dogs exhibit when they are coveting a toy, bone, item or even person (hence: resource). The "guard" is against the other dog or human that is showing interest in the resource. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dog that guards will get visibly "grumpy" when a dog or human gets close to a resource in his/her possession. That "grumpy" can include whale eye (keeping eyes on you, but moving head to the side), growling, lunging, holding on to the item and not letting go, and lots of other signals that a professional trainer (which I am not) is keen to detect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conditioning a dog out of resource guarding requires patience, and consistency. A dog needs to learn that letting go of the resource that he/she is guarding is a "good thing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is tons written on Resource Guarding including "Mine" by Jean Donaldson (link to book below), and it really is a remarkable topic to learn about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogwise.com/ItemDetails.cfm?ID=DTB740&amp;amp;AffiliateID=46152&amp;amp;Method=3"&gt;http://www.dogwise.com/ItemDetails.cfm?ID=DTB740&amp;amp;AffiliateID=46152&amp;amp;Method=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After learning about it, I don't think this is limited to dogs... I actually think that my mom "resource guards" when it comes to her sewing tools, catalogs, or photos of Bruschi and Kodi. Only, I never called it 'resource guarding' I called it "hogging," as in "don't hog the Pottery Barn catalog." She pulls them away when someone reaches for it, turns her head, but not her eyes, and makes a "nahhhh" sound! And, my husband resource guards... the TV REMOTE CONTROL!!! In fact, when he does it this week, I am committed to saying "get your two paws off the remote, stop growling and let me watch Sex and the City reruns!!" My mom doesn't blog, so she won't learn from this, but my husband does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That all might souned funny, but Resource Guarding isn't something to over look. I am super conscious of it now, and watching for signs that indicate that behavior... in dogs and in humans. Only, I don't think any clicking-and-treating is going to convince humans to surrender the coveted object.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a "wuff" for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-1252876205297375300?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1252876205297375300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=1252876205297375300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1252876205297375300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1252876205297375300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/06/resource-guarding.html' title='Resource Guarding'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SIQDntHeQzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TKj5bhe3aU/s72-c/DSC_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4855459543521323691</id><published>2008-06-17T23:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:12:29.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Critter'/><title type='text'>Critter hunt?</title><content type='html'>Kodi is acting very, very different than normal... i think she may be hunting... in my house?  Perhaps there is a mouse in house?  hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4855459543521323691?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4855459543521323691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4855459543521323691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4855459543521323691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4855459543521323691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/06/critter-hunt.html' title='Critter hunt?'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-2312474564268300782</id><published>2008-06-15T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:42:44.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>For The Love of a Dog...</title><content type='html'>About nine months ago while browsing an airport bookstore before a cross-country flight, I grabbed a copy of Patricia McConnell's latest book "For The Love of a Dog" only, I grabbed it blindly, wanting to read something better than trashy romance, and easier than heavy novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was months before I started my dog training apprenticeship, and before I knew that the author was such a revered member of the animal behavior community. I picked it up because it had a nice cover, a good title, and I missed my dog terribly on this one particular trip. I had also just started fostering, and was becomming more and more inquisitive about what makes dogs do what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with the book by about the second page, had tears-in-eyes at least once before the 5th and laughed about a dozen times in the first chapter. You can imagine the looks I was getting from other travelers. This book is about the emotions that dogs show, and here I was, exhibiting a host of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's relevance to Brian and my life was so strong, that it compelled me to recommend it as a stocking stuffer in the first-ever edition of Puggles N Prose-- the Newsbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author had such an entertaining and witty pen (or keyboard) that I was easily able to digest the otherwise complex subject matter she presented in each chapter. After reading, I just couldn't help but give a different type of thought to the emotions a dog was displaying. What really was driving Bruschi's emotional core when he barks at the window? What position was his tail in, was the hair on his back standing up, what about his eyes? I felt like I was a few steps closer to understanding my dog, and getting him to show the behavior I wanted (mind you, Bruschi ate cough drops on Friday-- he did not have a sore throat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I misplaced the book it in one bag or another before finishing it,  but found it again last week, threw it in my suitcase for this lastest trip, and promised myself I'd read the last 30 pages. This time, I was prepared with a "oh, its my allergies" to explain to the flight attendant why it 'looked' like I was crying. And, just like the book began, I was amazed down to the final page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McConnell's chapters are filled with powerful examples, striking insights, and actual scientific studies to support her conclusions. The book is as much about human emotions and interaction as it is about dogs. In fact, the insights the author presented were ridiculously relevant to my workings as a focus group moderator (and support my theory that all college-level communication curriculums should include a dog behavior class to illustrate best practices in communication--that's a whole other blog post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have a stack of other books to start and finish, I'd be re-reading this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below: My mutts, Bruschi and Kodi. Kodi is not happy about getting Bruschi kisses for the camera (he was mid-lick when this photo was taken).   Notice how her legs are braced and head is pulling away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SFXX3HbD8WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tjv3oXvr89s/s1600-h/DSC_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212309485636546914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SFXX3HbD8WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tjv3oXvr89s/s320/DSC_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-2312474564268300782?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2312474564268300782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=2312474564268300782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/2312474564268300782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/2312474564268300782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-love-of-dog.html' title='For The Love of a Dog...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SFXX3HbD8WI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Tjv3oXvr89s/s72-c/DSC_0468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4648925187381571012</id><published>2008-06-03T10:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:39:09.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Dog!  Clean Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lost Dog and Cat Rescue Foundation is sponsoring this year's Dog Wash on June 8, 2008 at Bark'N Bubbles in Herndon, VA. Please come out, get your dog a bath, support the organization, and have some fun with the volunteers. Proceeds will help fund the organization's activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: June 8, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: 11am to 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location: Bark'N Bubbles, 795 Center Street, #1A&amp;amp;B, Herndon, VA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More information on The Lost Dog and Cat Rescue Foundation can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.lostdogrescue.org/"&gt;http://www.lostdogrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4648925187381571012?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4648925187381571012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4648925187381571012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4648925187381571012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4648925187381571012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-dog-clean-dog.html' title='Good Dog!  Clean Dog!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-1372594036354862821</id><published>2008-05-23T23:22:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:22:03.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Reflections on Bruschi's Puppyhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDeWkqZYQDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_98GUj4wJU/s1600-h/Bruschi_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203793451050090546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDeWkqZYQDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_98GUj4wJU/s320/Bruschi_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Image: Bruschi at 8 wks and one day old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bruschi. I honestly and truly love the dog, and wouldn't change anything about him if given the chance... but boy, was he a bad puppy!! Cute as can be, but so, so bad! I say this as I am sandwiched between Pinky, a little 8 week old hound/retriever mix that I am co-fostering on my left leg, and Bruschi, my two year old Puggle who just ate a whole stick of butter, wrapper and all, on my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I got Bruschi at 8 weeks old to the day... picking him up at Dulles Airport (IAD) at midnight, coming in from South Dakota...and our lives have not been the same since. We knew the puppyraising task ahead of us was no small endeavor, would require lots of time, and lots of new types of thinking. We read books, blogs, magazines, internet articles--anything we found. But no book prepared us for what we experienced (although many times we searched for the section on "what to do when your dog just won't release his grip on your purse)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruschi excelled at house breaking, getting down the routine fairly quickly. He also excelled at whining, puppy piranhas (excessive mouthing) and eating possessions, including diamond earrings, hair brushes, cell phone ear pieces, shoes, purses, gum, credit cards, palm pilot cases, and anything else that his nose found. He was a thief, and proudly trounced around the house with our possessions in jaws, showing off his latest prize find. Oh, and did I mention the whining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having not had a puppy prior to Bruschi, I didn't know any different. I thought this is just the way it was with the younguns... until I started fostering. The first two foster pups, who will forever have a huge place in my heart as Beetle and Casey, were near-angelic compared to my memory of puppyhood. These little coonhound/lab mixes didn't like the crate at all and howled fiercely once in it, but were perfect gentlemen otherwise. Minimal whining, no stealing, no chewing, no mouthing, no tugging on the leash-- in short, star pupils. And, my latest little foster, who was part of a litter of nine birthed at the training center where I apprentice-- she's just a little peach! She's got some stress and anxiety to get over, but is rivaling Kodi for the "little princess" title right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruschi was, and continues to be a challenge, but it is just so rewarding to look at him and think about how far he has come, and how much closer to obedient he is with each day. He forces me to think differently about how I communicate, how I measure success, and how I determine what is important in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither Brian nor I ever thought of giving up on Bruschi, no matter how many time-outs he wracked up in an hour... but we do see people regularly who do give up on their pup, perhaps before really taking a good look at themselves and saying "what can i do to better communicate with my dog." It is both hard and humbling to say "I can not control my puppy, please help," and then being able to listen and implement new methods... but so, so rewarding for an owner and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of unpredictability in what type of puppy yours will be is perhaps both the biggest fear and the greatest excitement. I constantly remind myself to view each new puppy and dog as an individual--there is no one-size-fits-all method for raising a puppy (even though there are some sure-fire ways to train a dog). More shy dogs need different types of stimuli to bring them out of their shell-- more assertive dogs need a certain level and intensity of training. I've also learned that a puppy's love and affection is enough to compensate for all that a human is required to do to maintain that dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203793863366950978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDeW8qZYQEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UtFqmDl-g7g/s320/Bruschi_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Image: Bruschi at 8 weeks and 1 day old)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203794825439625298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDeX0qZYQFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/w-35qxIwcj0/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(Image: Bruschi at 2 yrs and 1 month old)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-1372594036354862821?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1372594036354862821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=1372594036354862821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1372594036354862821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/1372594036354862821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflections-on-bruschis-puppyhood.html' title='Reflections on Bruschi&apos;s Puppyhood'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDeWkqZYQDI/AAAAAAAAAHk/7_98GUj4wJU/s72-c/Bruschi_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8727425049787359854</id><published>2008-05-21T15:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:42:09.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>Headshots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDR59UdeYzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fab9Rd0gd88/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202917563891082034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDR59UdeYzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fab9Rd0gd88/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDR5z0deYyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ztRZUYvcHsw/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202917400682324770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDR5z0deYyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ztRZUYvcHsw/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With faces this cute, who needs text? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8727425049787359854?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8727425049787359854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8727425049787359854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8727425049787359854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8727425049787359854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/05/headshots.html' title='Headshots!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/SDR59UdeYzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Fab9Rd0gd88/s72-c/DSC_0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5410961605095290558</id><published>2008-05-15T16:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:18:59.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kodi!</title><content type='html'>We declared May 14/15 as Kodi's birthday. Why the 14/15 or May? Well, since we don't know when she was actually born, Brian decided that her special day should also honor the late, great, Mr. Frank Sinatra. She'll sport a Martini-collar to celebrate the occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was under the assumption that the birthday was May 15 due to coastal time differences of when Mr. Sinatra passed.... she actually gets a birthday that spans two days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5410961605095290558?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5410961605095290558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5410961605095290558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5410961605095290558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5410961605095290558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-kodi.html' title='Happy Birthday Kodi!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-3480047766658622452</id><published>2008-04-07T23:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:36:48.810-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye care'/><title type='text'>Kodi Goes to the Chiropractor</title><content type='html'>As indicated in earlier posts, I believe that Chiropractic treatment can ease many of the ills I experience, that are often instead treated with medication. Allergies, asthma attacks, migrates, swollen glands-- these are all afflictions to which I've turned to chiropractic treatment for relief, and found just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began considering veterinary acupuncture as a possible method for stimulating Kodi's tear duct about a month ago, and have been inquiring with trustworthy sources about the viability of the option. It didn't occur to me that I should have her little spine checked- perhaps a subluxation (out of alignment) was causing or adding to the nerve complications that prevent her tear duct from making tears. But last Friday it did, and Kodi had her first mini-neck adjustment. We don't know that this is a solution, or if continued alignment will even bring about any marginal improvement, but it is worth exploring that option and others, to make sure we are doing all we can for our Rat Terrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodi still receives several eye drops a day including an antibiotic and light steroid and that will continue until the eye specialist decides to change the routine. We also give her regular doses of calming elixer. This milky syrup helps take the edge off of her nervous tension so she shakes and drools less, and so she is more equipped to handle new environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warming weather has really brought out the athlete in Kodi. She is swift and graceful in her back yard sweeps and patrols. Oh, and our living room furniture brings out the monkey in her, as she jumps from sofa to sofa, to window ledge effortlessly to watch visitors coming to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a 'wuff' for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-3480047766658622452?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3480047766658622452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=3480047766658622452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3480047766658622452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3480047766658622452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/04/kodi-goes-to-chiropractor.html' title='Kodi Goes to the Chiropractor'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4670584604634560940</id><published>2008-03-16T10:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T16:31:15.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raw diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet food'/><title type='text'>The Raw Diet</title><content type='html'>Bruschi and Kodi both dine on a raw diet as their primary, twice daily food source. Raw food is meat based, protein rich, and fresh or frozen. Chicken, duck, quail, beef, bison, turkey, and rabbit are all among the available varieties. In additon to the meat, these varieties include animal parts that humans might find revolting, but dogs need to aid digestion and overall healthful-ness. In comparison, kibble or dry food is usually grain based, although some is vegetable or potato based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We purchase the raw diet from a retailer (our local daycare/training center) where it is sold in 1 or 2 pound tubes. We slice it into the proper proportions, then defrost what we need for the day. It looks a lot like those tubes of ground beef you see in grocery stores. Since the food is perishable, we keep it frozen until use. It costs about $1.50 a day for us to feed Kodi and Bruschi this diet, and we purchase the food in quantities that get us through 3-4 weeks at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I arrived at feeding the raw diet after about a 6 month struggle with Bruschi, allergies and kibble/dried food. Like many, I did a fair amount of reading and research on dog foods prior to selecting a food for Bruschi. I read about the raw diet, but initally found it just too rogue for me. Others I came in to acquaintance with told me how much they liked it, and what it did for their dogs, and I sort of stored that information in a back-brain cache-- in case Bruschi ever showed issues with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bruschi was showing issues with food, although we didn't immediately make the connection. He was dining on high-quality brands with lower levels of filler, higher portions of meat, and limited or no grains. The daily quantities were appropriate, and the dog was getting plenty of exercise. His coat was of good texture and shine, however he had severe gas, crazy energy levels, and, vomited frequently. Bruschi was also overweight at 29.8 pounds (he is now 23 pounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vet assured us that this was part of puppyhood, and nothing to be concerned of. In December 2006 I switched to a different, even higher-quality food that was vegetable based. Almost immediately, Bruschi developed little bumps on his head that he would itch until they bled. We applied some lotion, they went away, and more appeared. We pointed it out to the vet, who said it was probably an allergy, but not a food allergy, and not to switch food. Instead, we were to give Bruschi a combination of antibiotics and an antihistamine. Mind you-- I take neither of these myself out of principle, but accepted the prescription for Bruschi because clearly something was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the medicines didn't work, although the antihistamine did leave us with one very sleeply puppy. Still stumped, I started to think maybe it was the flea and tick medicine. Because, clearly I was feeding him the best kibble food, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tipping point was one weekend in April (11 months ago now), when Bruschi licked his itching paws so bad that he couldn't walk on one of his legs. He was rushed to a different vet who prescribed another combination of drugs, and said his current diet was not the problem. Needless to say, I wasn't convinced. For the past 5 months, I had been wracking my brain looking for cause and effect, and couldn't shake this feeling that all this had started back in December with the new kibble food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some calls to feed stores and trainers, asking their opinion, recognizing that they had been around dogs a whole lot longer than I. On information gathered, and the hypothesis that perhaps it was the type of vegetable base in the food that was irritating his skin, Bruschi was on a new, different duck and potato-based kibble immediately to tie us over until Brian and I could start Bruschi on a raw diet. We were headed out on a vacation a week or so later, and I didn't feel comfortable asking my parents to administer something so new. Bruschi's symptons did subside with the duck and potato kibble, but some skin allergies remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before making the switch, I did additional secondary research, but it was my trainer that ultimately complimented what I had learned with her experiences with raw food and dogs and allergies, telling me how she arrived at feeding raw. She also told me it can reduce the need for dental care, and, the dogs can live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 2-3 weeks of starting the raw diet, Bruschi's skin bumps disappeared, his paws weren't as red or inflamed, his bowel movements were reduced, and his stools were teeny tiny. Within a month, Bruschi lost weight, his coat was ridiculously super soft and shiny, and his energy was more level over the course of a day. Now, 11 months later, Bruschi has amazing muscle tone, quite a handsome coat, he doesn't shed as much as he did (although that could be because he is a pup), and he hasn't been to the vet save for a rabies shot and due to a random cow-hoof eating incident. There are no signs of allergies, and he rarely vomits due to food intake. Kodi also sports a high-class fur and good, level energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, my pediatrician told my mom that she needed to take me for allergy shots, because I had been so sick from allergies. Nothing about that made sense to my mom, and she decided to exaust every other option before turning me in to a pin cushion. She found that a combination of chiropractic care and vitamins provided me the relief I needed from the sneezing, wheezing, sleeplessness, and itchy-watery eyes. Of course, this was in the early 1980's, and she received a fair amount of criticism and scoffs from other parents and doctors. But, her daughter did not need excessive medicines and needles to get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way about Bruschi and raw food. Some vets cringe at our food choice, and I am sure other pets owners feel we are a little ridiculous, and clearly, raw food is not mainstream-- but our dogs are incredibly healthy, and Bruschi has no need for medicine. We had to look for alternative options, because the connection between the food and his allergies was just too strong to ignore. Whether it was the kibble base, or the way the food was processed, I don't know... but I can not deny this massive difference in Bruschi since the switch. We clearly found Bruschi's relief from allergic reactions, uncomfortableness and ineffective meds in raw food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4670584604634560940?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4670584604634560940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4670584604634560940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4670584604634560940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4670584604634560940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/raw-diet.html' title='The Raw Diet'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8679743559529494859</id><published>2008-03-14T15:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:50:16.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March is &quot;My is that a tasty treat&quot; Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet food'/><title type='text'>You are BANANAS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9rRj5WUgkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bxav4Cj0kPQ/s1600-h/Those+eyes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177681136235872834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9rRj5WUgkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bxav4Cj0kPQ/s320/Those+eyes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this look like the face of someone who just ate a banana peel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8679743559529494859?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8679743559529494859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8679743559529494859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8679743559529494859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8679743559529494859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-bananas.html' title='You are BANANAS!!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9rRj5WUgkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Bxav4Cj0kPQ/s72-c/Those+eyes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-7900317661556279306</id><published>2008-03-09T19:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:21:55.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March is &quot;My is that a tasty treat&quot; Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>SWEET Potatoes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SGbZWUgfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7opwBM16Z04/s1600-h/sweet+potato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175909676974637554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SGbZWUgfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7opwBM16Z04/s200/sweet+potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best side dishes I can think of are sweet potatoes-- Baked, roasted, mashed, fried, scalloped, and, if you are a dog, even dehydrated! This tasty vegetable is so versatile, so easy, and so healthy that it certainly deserves a highlight this March. I've long loved the sweet potato, and when I learned of its canine appeal, I immediately worked it into the dogs' regular diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of the sweet potato dishes I typically prepare include a delicious blend of roasted garlic, onions, or olive oil. While I'd happily share them with others, I wanted to offer up a recipe with fully dog-safe ingredients for this post. Garlic and onions are big doggie no-no's because they wreck havoc on the GI tract. &lt;/p&gt;So to my Kitchen-Aid I went, and put together a recipe that omits the standard, heavier, non-dog approved ingredients, in favor of lighter, more healthy options. I found that chicken broth, honey, low-fat yogurt and pumpkin pie spices blend quite well with the soft sweet potato flavor, and most of the ingredients are kitchen staples, making the preparation realistic without excessive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever preparing sweet potatoes, I always cut off a slice or two for the pups. This evening, as I was experimenting with this recipe, they both ate some of the potato skin, and were looking for more. I started sharing sweet potatoes with the dogs about a year ago, when I found a doggie treat company retailing dehydrated sweet potatoes. Bruschi and I both loved them. He got a treat that he could knaw and chew on for a while, and I found a product that I could feel good about giving him. And, as an added bonus, they didn't leave behind any messy residue on the furniture, or have an unpleasant odor, like some long-lasting chews. My mom recently purchased a food dehydrator and regularly supplies Bruschi and Kodi with volumes of dried sweet potatoes. Bruschi now treats these as potato chips, eating them in just one crunch, and putting his paw back in the bag for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I do not serve our dogs table scraps or left-overs, nor do we give them a portion of the meals that we eat, but I sure do enjoy sharing some of the ingredients during the preparation phase with them when they keep me company in the kitchen (and, i am sure that is why they keep me company in the kitchen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creamy Spiced Sweet Potatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three to four sweet potatoes (Three large, or two large and two small)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup, chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup, low-fat plain yogurt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup, honey (I used tupelo honey)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp, sea salt&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Cumin&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;Ginger&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Pie Spice Blend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microwave sweet potatoes until soft, then spoon out potato into a bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add chicken broth and yogurt and mix together, or blend. Adjust amount to achieve your desired consistency (chunky to smooth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add honey and continue to mix. Adjust amount to achieve your desired sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle 1/4 tsp. of sea salt into mixture, and mix again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle any mixture of cinnamon, cumin, ginger and nutmeg. I used about 1/2 tbsp of these ingredients, along with a shake of a pumpkin pie spice blend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together well, and taste. Adjust any ingredient to get your desired flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place in microwavable container and heat when ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the batch made more than you can eat in one or two sittings, consider freezing a container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweets as Doggie Treats:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If a dehydrator is available, slice and dehydrate large sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;-Without a dehydrator, slice up a potato and slow-bake in a metal pan at 100 degrees for several hours, until mostly dried. Let cool, and store in an air-tight container.&lt;br /&gt;-Mash and add as dinner supplement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And please post your experience trying this recipe. I'd love to hear how you improved upon it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-7900317661556279306?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/7900317661556279306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=7900317661556279306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7900317661556279306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/7900317661556279306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-potatoes.html' title='SWEET Potatoes!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SGbZWUgfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/7opwBM16Z04/s72-c/sweet+potato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5281562904711200714</id><published>2008-03-09T18:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:49:40.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><title type='text'>What to do on a rainy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SIFJWUgjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PUuAYcGxfw8/s1600-h/raincoats+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175911493745803826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SIFJWUgjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PUuAYcGxfw8/s200/raincoats+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9RhxpWUgUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jsMppV9XBWM/s1600-h/raincoats5.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Buy stylish rain coat for Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Take a walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- Pose for picture in new rain coat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- Dry off and take a nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5281562904711200714?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5281562904711200714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5281562904711200714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5281562904711200714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5281562904711200714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-do-on-rainy-day.html' title='What to do on a rainy day...'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R9SIFJWUgjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PUuAYcGxfw8/s72-c/raincoats+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-4340822093792004799</id><published>2008-03-04T20:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:50:47.968-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye care'/><title type='text'>Aye, Eye, Kodi!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R835NLs9bOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TnCCSBrG2j4/s1600-h/kodi+left+eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174065551793548514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R835NLs9bOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TnCCSBrG2j4/s200/kodi+left+eye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodi's eye is fairing really, really well! She's had a few follow-up appointments with the eye specialist (Dr. Kelly Corcoran of Vet Vision in Fairfax, VA, who is simply wonderful), and right now, we believe her eye issue can be managed with medicine and a light, light steriod (we call it "the clear" for fun). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Kodi's eyes does not produce tears, due to an injury to a tear duct. The tear duct will not repair itself, so the situation will not improve. Instead, we give Kodi a combination of lubricating medicines each day to keep the eye moist, and to prevent any ulcers from forming. If the situation worsens, or if Kodi starts to experience excessive pain, surgeons can perform a Parotid Duct Transplant where the olifactory gland is re-routed to the eye, using saliva to hydrate instead of tears. This actually used to be performed in humans as well, years and years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kodi is tolerant of eye drops, especially since she usually gets a VERY special treat after each application. And, we can totally see the difference the medicine makes. Her eye is open for most of the day, and so bright and pretty. The camera flash still irritates her, so she looks squinty in the photo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R834v7s9bNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PB7Xh73-5Ls/s1600-h/kodi+portrait.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174065049282374866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R834v7s9bNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PB7Xh73-5Ls/s200/kodi+portrait.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-4340822093792004799?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/4340822093792004799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=4340822093792004799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4340822093792004799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/4340822093792004799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/aye-eye-kodi.html' title='Aye, Eye, Kodi!!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R835NLs9bOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TnCCSBrG2j4/s72-c/kodi+left+eye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-3100795695918592098</id><published>2008-03-02T20:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:08:10.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March is &quot;My is that a tasty treat&quot; Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>March Munchies:  Homemade Granola and Dried Cranberry Treat for Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8tZcI5afsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kb1tPDIIP8U/s1600-h/homemade-granola-ck-1227862-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173326936924651202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8tZcI5afsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kb1tPDIIP8U/s200/homemade-granola-ck-1227862-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog isn't &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; about Kodi and Bruschi, although either of their personalities would fill at least two on their own. This month (March), I want to spend time on less common recipies, edible creations, and food options that are intended for humans, but safe for pets. I certainly do not condone giving dogs "people meals," and work hard to prevent my two from eating even a morsel of a people meal, however there are many ingredients that are a fine snack substitute for fido, especially certain fruits, grains and nuts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first March recipe share is Homemade Granola. I made it last weekend, and it is super simple, and ridiculously tasty. And, it produces a large quantity-- enough for sharing with two or three other friends or neighbors. It makes a very hearty breakfast, great snack, and, if used as a topping, you can totally justify a serving of icecream for dessert :) &lt;strong&gt;Added bonus-- all of the ingredients are pet-safe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this recipe in the December 2007 issue of Cooking Light, and when making the granola for the first time, I followed the specifications almost fully. But, the recipe lends itself to countless other combinations of flavor, fruit, nuts and grains. I did add a little extra liquid, and for those who like clumpier granola, i'd recommend upping the liquid content, especially the honey. Oh, and i used cashews instead of almonds (because I didn't have any on-hand). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This recipe includes dried cranberries-- one of the fruits I love to give to Bruschi and Kodi. They are a really good vitamin source, good for their renal and digestive system, and the perfect sized-treat. The recipe also includes nuts, and from time to time, I share my handful of pecans the dogs, provided they sit, shake, or otherwise do something cute. In fact, Bruschi and Kodi both tasted a few granola clumps, licked their lips and came back for more. &lt;strong&gt;Remember though, dogs should never, ever have grapes or raisins, and should have nothing with excessive sugar. Honey is an ingredient that is used in many home-made dog cookies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look and consider trying out the granola recipe. If you give it a whirl, please share your approach and what you thought on the blog. And, try giving your dogs some cranberries, or a few nuts as a healthy snack! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6 cups rolled oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup chopped almonds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup chopped pecans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tablespoons brown sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 teaspoon kosher salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup maple syrup &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup pineapple juice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 teaspoon almond extract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking spray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup dried cranberries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup chopped dried apricots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preheat oven to 300°.&lt;br /&gt;Combine first 5 ingredients in a large bowl. Add syrup, honey, juice, and almond extract; toss well. Spread mixture evenly onto a jelly-roll pan coated with cooking spray. Bake at 300° for 45 minutes, stirring every 15 minutes. Stir in cranberries and apricots. Cool completely. Store in a zip-top plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yield 10 servings (serving size: 1/2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutritional Information&lt;br /&gt;CALORIES 384(20% from fat); FAT 8.4g (sat 1.1g,mono 3.7g,poly 2.5g); PROTEIN 9.8g; CHOLESTEROL 0.0mg; CALCIUM 57mg; SODIUM 52mg; FIBER 7.8g; IRON 3.4mg; CARBOHYDRATE 68.1g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats a 'wuff' for now! Check back next week for a posting on sweet potatoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: I am certainly not a veterinarian or any type of pet-health professional. If the suggestions in any part of this blog are counter to what your vet recommends, or do not match your feeding routine/regimine/philosophy for your dog, then please ignore.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-3100795695918592098?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3100795695918592098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=3100795695918592098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3100795695918592098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/3100795695918592098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-munchies-homemade-granola-and.html' title='March Munchies:  Homemade Granola and Dried Cranberry Treat for Dogs'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8tZcI5afsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Kb1tPDIIP8U/s72-c/homemade-granola-ck-1227862-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-6290718091077679942</id><published>2008-02-28T22:40:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:44:48.568-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos'/><title type='text'>"I've Finally Grown In To My Ears!!"</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Bruschi... well, happy birthday + 1 week. Bruschi turned 2 on February 22 (last Friday), and of course, celebrated properly with a full day at "camp," lots of fun treats, and gifts to tear apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and I celebrated surviving nearly two years of puppiness. The first photo of Bruschi was taken only hours after he was born, and he was just a teeny tiny brown wiggly loaf. We were in love, of course, immediately, and anxiously awaited every photo the breeder sent. And, when we picked him up at the airport 8 weeks later, we melted at the sight of his itty bitty snout. At 4 pounds, 7 ounces, Bruschi was all ears and nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy came out of the cage nose to the ground, sniffing away, each ear nearly twice the size of his head. While he has finally grown in to his ears, he has not stopped sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that nose, Bruschi is an eating machine!!! He can sniff out the littlest crumb under the biggest blanket, and we have yet to find a food he'd refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've become quite creative in Bruschi food, to keep his skin allergies and weight under control, and to reward him appropriately for good behavior. To celebrate that, March is "My Goodness, is that a Treat?" month. Check back at the blog throughout March to read about fun, healthy, easy treats for humans and dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a wuff for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGc45afiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X1E6lT0M1-I/s1600-h/bruschi+1st+photo+ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172250527925960226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGc45afiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X1E6lT0M1-I/s200/bruschi+1st+photo+ever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eIeI5afoI/AAAAAAAAADk/pd1Rvw9w7Og/s1600-h/itty+bitty+bruschi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172252748424052354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eIeI5afoI/AAAAAAAAADk/pd1Rvw9w7Og/s200/itty+bitty+bruschi.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGdo5afkI/AAAAAAAAADE/Tncgl7iTyIk/s1600-h/Bruschi+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172250540810862146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGdo5afkI/AAAAAAAAADE/Tncgl7iTyIk/s200/Bruschi+2.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGc45afiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X1E6lT0M1-I/s1600-h/bruschi+1st+photo+ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGd45aflI/AAAAAAAAADM/zIVMkBcX1MU/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGdY5afjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hIq1pDTop2s/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172250536515894834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGdY5afjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hIq1pDTop2s/s200/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eIfY5afpI/AAAAAAAAADs/yIWvrNKfimI/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172252769898888850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eIfY5afpI/AAAAAAAAADs/yIWvrNKfimI/s200/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGd45aflI/AAAAAAAAADM/zIVMkBcX1MU/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172250545105829458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGd45aflI/AAAAAAAAADM/zIVMkBcX1MU/s200/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eH8I5afnI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfRn7ieueA/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eH8I5afnI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfRn7ieueA/s1600-h/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172252164308500082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eH8I5afnI/AAAAAAAAADc/TCfRn7ieueA/s200/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGd45afmI/AAAAAAAAADU/9HmmcmPbe40/s1600-h/bruschi+in+cage+8+wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-6290718091077679942?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6290718091077679942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=6290718091077679942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6290718091077679942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6290718091077679942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-finally-grown-in-to-my-ears.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Finally Grown In To My Ears!!&quot;'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R8eGc45afiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/X1E6lT0M1-I/s72-c/bruschi+1st+photo+ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5249503789986820215</id><published>2008-02-20T21:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:51:45.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><title type='text'>What's That A Fish Terrier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zggGcneDI/AAAAAAAAACs/t32UAEO1dyY/s1600-h/fishy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169253314405562418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zggGcneDI/AAAAAAAAACs/t32UAEO1dyY/s200/fishy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the past few weeks, Kodi has clearly indicated her desire for eradicating our backyard of squirrels and birds. True to her breed description, she chases them, barking up a storm until they are out of sight, then standing guard to ensure they do not return. Apparantly, this instinct extends to fish as well... Goldfish... in a fish tank! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only minutes in to her first vist at my parent's house, Kodi spotted my dad's fish tank and became fixated on the jumbo red and white fish. She became determined to get the fishy, climbing on anything and everything to get to the tank, barking, and even trying to bite the fish. It really was quite a scene! And, it was an infatuation that lasted most of the 24 hours of our visit. Apparantly anything the size of varmin is fair game, even if it is has gills and is submerged in water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guessing that this means our pond will be fish-free this summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zfB2cneAI/AAAAAAAAACU/nzo-MToWXrM/s1600-h/Kodi+close+up+of+fish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169251695202891778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zfB2cneAI/AAAAAAAAACU/nzo-MToWXrM/s200/Kodi+close+up+of+fish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zfCmcneBI/AAAAAAAAACc/Gqwn4iRarhg/s1600-h/Yikes!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169251708087793682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zfCmcneBI/AAAAAAAAACc/Gqwn4iRarhg/s200/Yikes!.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5249503789986820215?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5249503789986820215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5249503789986820215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5249503789986820215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5249503789986820215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-that-fish-terrier.html' title='What&apos;s That A Fish Terrier?'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R7zggGcneDI/AAAAAAAAACs/t32UAEO1dyY/s72-c/fishy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-5843621324184272333</id><published>2008-02-02T00:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:51:13.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye care'/><title type='text'>Kodi Kommunications</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6QDrfPlu8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gI5xAPjArqM/s1600-h/kodi+tree+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162255118529575874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6QDrfPlu8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gI5xAPjArqM/s200/kodi+tree+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we first brought Bruschi home, Brian and i knew nothing about what to do with a puppy (save what people told us and what we read in books), but nearly everything about what Bruschi had experienced during his first 8 weeks of life. We asked a record number of questions from farm where he came, all in effort to learn more about what he couldn't say. He was the nutty puppy (shocker), who would try to explore, then whine and cry when he couldn't get what he wanted. Some might say we were maniacal in the questions we asked, and the records we kept about his puppyhood. But, we are analysts, and it's our nature to want to be "in the know" and make connections from oh, say, between the time it took him to finish his dinner to the time he passed out for the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, our overzealous desire for details has subsided somewhat, and we are more level-headed when caring for the foster pups--which we know nearly nothing about when they are placed with us. And, we've learned that dogs tell us what they've been through, and what we need to know -- you just have to 'listen' in a different way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past two weeks, Kodi was telling us a variety of things without speaking a word (unless it's a relative of Mr. Ed, dogs don't talk in English). She was saying "look how simply adorable I am" as she trotted around the house with toy-in-mouth. She was saying "what were you thinking not staying home with me" in her bark/scolding when we came through the door. Last Sunday she showed us just how athletic and graceful she can be running around the dog park, keeping up with the larger ones (such a beautiful site). Most importantly, she started to tell us that something else was going on with her face, separate from her eye injury. And, of course-- who knows better than her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week, our vet told us that he strongly suspects Kodi was attacked by a big dog and shaken around a bit at one point in her life. She has a mouth-shaped scar on the left side of her face, drools a lot when nervous, and is not producing an adequate amount of tears in her left eye. She also has nervous shakes that have been lessening, but are still present. And, she behaves differently when around bigger dogs. The vet believes this attack left her tramatized, and with some nerve damage. The nerve damage is responsible for her not being able to control the drool on one side, and probably the damaged tear duct. The nerve damage is probably also why she got a stick stuck in her mouth-- she couldn't feel it while chewing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't need explicit details on the exact series of events between the time of the attack and the stick, but knowing what we now do know, we can better care for her, watching out for other complications that may result from nerve damage, and work hard at getting her comfortable and relaxed so she isn't as stressed. Nerves do not regenerate, but her quality of life will not suffer. She's told us what we needed to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this, Kodi is nudging my hand as if to say 'stop typing, start petting me.' So, I will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a 'wuff' for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-5843621324184272333?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5843621324184272333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=5843621324184272333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5843621324184272333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/5843621324184272333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/02/kodi-kommunications.html' title='Kodi Kommunications'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6QDrfPlu8I/AAAAAAAAAB4/gI5xAPjArqM/s72-c/kodi+tree+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-8383696171928922454</id><published>2008-02-01T15:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:51:30.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kodi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eye care'/><title type='text'>New Year New Dog:  Welcome Kodi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6P7EPPlu7I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgNXDi5J_AA/s1600-h/kodi+photo+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162245648126688178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6P7EPPlu7I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgNXDi5J_AA/s320/kodi+photo+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian (husband), Bruschi (resident Puggle) and I officially adopted our foster dog, Kodi. Kodi is a 10 pound American Rat Terrier who is about 2 years old, and full of spunk and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began fostering her in December when she was rescued with a serious eye injury. She was then placed a home that later became unsuitable, so she came back. We remained committed to finding a better forever home for her... until Kodi decided that our home was where she was going to stay-- permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodi bonded with us quickly and wanted nothing to do with other adopters that were interested in her. And, we realized just how much a part of our lives she became. Since my plan as a younger adult was to have three laboradors, two years apart, one of each color--I figured a 10 pound tri-color dog was no trouble at all... heck, the combined weight of the Puggle and Kodi do not even equal one 6 month old Lab puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kodi was rescued from Georgia the first weekend in December 2007, with a stick lodged in the back of her mouth, protruding into the left eye cavity. She was in a great deal of pain for a while, but thankfully, the injury has healed and she can see out of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most rescue dogs, new families know little about them or their history. You glean insights here and there by their actions, and the behaviors they display. With each passing day, Brian and I learn a little more about Kodi, and what the early part of her life may have been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created this topic on Puggles 'n' Prose to share what Brian and I are learning about Kodi. It is simply fascinating to us, and we think others may enjoy our collective story as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the month of February (and maybe in to March), please check back here often to read up on how things are going, and what rascally little things the two dogs have accomplished (we learned that BOTH enjoy eating Brian's sandwiches). There is a chance Kodi will need eye surgery to resolve a tear duct issue, so we'll keep you posted on that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a "wuff" for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6OS__Plu5I/AAAAAAAAABg/Aigqc1S8D2c/s1600-h/bbear+and+kodi+photo+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162131225902955410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6OS__Plu5I/AAAAAAAAABg/Aigqc1S8D2c/s320/bbear+and+kodi+photo+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-8383696171928922454?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/8383696171928922454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=8383696171928922454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8383696171928922454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/8383696171928922454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-new-dog-welcome-kodi.html' title='New Year New Dog:  Welcome Kodi!'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6P7EPPlu7I/AAAAAAAAABw/vgNXDi5J_AA/s72-c/kodi+photo+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-6130927354852751916</id><published>2007-12-27T14:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:49:07.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruschi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Puggle Stop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puggles'/><title type='text'>What's This Puggle Stop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6OTpfPlu6I/AAAAAAAAABo/1xTXm7Nre8o/s1600-h/Bruschi+sitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162131938867526562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6OTpfPlu6I/AAAAAAAAABo/1xTXm7Nre8o/s320/Bruschi+sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may have taken note at the copyright on the bottom of the Learch's 2007 holiday card "Copyright 2007 Puggles 'n Prose, a division of The Puggle Stop." And, some of you may have thought "wow, i didn't know there was a puggle greeting card company that made customizable holiday cards..." Well, there isn't (but great business idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Puggle Stop is a website I intend to create in 2008. On it will be all sorts of dog (maybe even cat) related information, photos, and maybe someday even products. Puggles 'n Prose is the newsletter/blog/print/written word division of The Puggle Stop (hence, 'prose').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "official" Puggle Stop logo is a photo of Bruschi, my 22 month old puggle. This photo was taken when he was just a little pup (about 5 months old). He's a lot bigger now, weighing in at a healthy 27 pounds of fun and mischief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-6130927354852751916?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/6130927354852751916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=6130927354852751916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6130927354852751916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/6130927354852751916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-this-puggle-stop.html' title='What&apos;s This Puggle Stop?'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R6OTpfPlu6I/AAAAAAAAABo/1xTXm7Nre8o/s72-c/Bruschi+sitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-636059814711198532.post-9121148337008617066</id><published>2007-12-08T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:23:05.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Holiday 2007 Recipe Exchange</title><content type='html'>Greetings Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this message thread, then you have taken the "recipe exchange" challenge and either made something new and different, or, want to see what others have made and then try something yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, share away, and give lots of details on what you made, how it tasted, and if you will use the recipe/spice again.   Share the good, and the bad, I'm interested in it all!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the test spices included:  mustard seed, anise, poppyseed, coriander and margoram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colleen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/636059814711198532-9121148337008617066?l=pugglesnprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/feeds/9121148337008617066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=636059814711198532&amp;postID=9121148337008617066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/9121148337008617066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/636059814711198532/posts/default/9121148337008617066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pugglesnprose.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-2007-recipe-exchange.html' title='Holiday 2007 Recipe Exchange'/><author><name>Puggles n Prose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11753152607965545863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_wEbVqSqXTeQ/R1o1WtwAs1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6PN3PPvCBmc/S220/Bruschi+sitting.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
