<?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-12538472</id><updated>2012-02-01T23:12:32.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper D Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi! My name is Casper. I am a mini American Eskimo (Eskie). Come check out my blog and read all about my adventures! I also have lots of information and products about American Eskimo Dogs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6297800368087932462</id><published>2012-01-25T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:40:41.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Casper And Zombie Fun</title><content type='html'>We are having a fun time with Daddy's iPhone. It can turn me into a baby. If you look closely you can see where I am missing a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKO3S6uuSlk/TyGsDnzM2CI/AAAAAAAABz0/8srdWDa2XVs/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKO3S6uuSlk/TyGsDnzM2CI/AAAAAAAABz0/8srdWDa2XVs/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702027781451077666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can even turn Mommie and Daddy into zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMCJUC9l7Y4/TyC6wSFN3RI/AAAAAAAABzo/kXpWT8n-rs4/s1600/zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AMCJUC9l7Y4/TyC6wSFN3RI/AAAAAAAABzo/kXpWT8n-rs4/s320/zombies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701762466901253394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it can make my nose big and Mommie's chin super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXiR2XVQfFQ/TyC6uAPrLsI/AAAAAAAABzc/SvQO16LoHJQ/s1600/camwow%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wXiR2XVQfFQ/TyC6uAPrLsI/AAAAAAAABzc/SvQO16LoHJQ/s320/camwow%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701762427753541314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6297800368087932462?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6297800368087932462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6297800368087932462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6297800368087932462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6297800368087932462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2012/01/zombie-fun.html' title='Baby Casper And Zombie Fun'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKO3S6uuSlk/TyGsDnzM2CI/AAAAAAAABz0/8srdWDa2XVs/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1005267940280029318</id><published>2011-12-05T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:32:40.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper The Baker</title><content type='html'>Today we are baking doggie cookies! We are making Peanut Butter and Pumpkin cookies. Hana made these for me before and they were so yummy. We saw the recipe on Facebook recently so Mommie thought it might be a good idea for me to bake my own cookies so that I would know that the beast in the kitchen called Oven is my friend and that I should not be afraid of it. I have all my ingredients ready. Since I cannot reach the kitchen counter, Mommie let me sit on a high chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVlyVNqdlI/Tt0wk__7lNI/AAAAAAAABys/Te3CvbTjSFQ/s1600/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVlyVNqdlI/Tt0wk__7lNI/AAAAAAAABys/Te3CvbTjSFQ/s320/IMG_3424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751717024437458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is going to be a secret ingredient that will make my cookies a bit different, Eskie fur. Teehee! For sure there will be some in the cookies since I am making them. I hope my friends won't mind since I am sharing these cookies with them. I wonder if they will be able to smell me on the cookies. Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2dC_HbUIbVU/Tt0wkhhOljI/AAAAAAAAByg/TXJAFhWwiNs/s1600/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2dC_HbUIbVU/Tt0wkhhOljI/AAAAAAAAByg/TXJAFhWwiNs/s320/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751708842595890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cookie cutters I will be using. A bone, a heart, a fire hydrant, a paw and a dog house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU8mKWV1p3A/Tt0wbzZGAhI/AAAAAAAAByA/eFpuCW78T_s/s1600/IMG_3429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NU8mKWV1p3A/Tt0wbzZGAhI/AAAAAAAAByA/eFpuCW78T_s/s320/IMG_3429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751559021494802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we start with the pumpkin, then we mix in flour, eggs, peanut butter, salt and cinammon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js5d4htm8h8/Tt0wbi1O9fI/AAAAAAAABx0/PQO-9LgboSc/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-js5d4htm8h8/Tt0wbi1O9fI/AAAAAAAABx0/PQO-9LgboSc/s320/IMG_3430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751554576119282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we roll out the dough using this rolling pin. Mommie held me in place so I could use my paws to hold onto the rolling pin coz I kept slipping off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPCv4ktikb0/Tt0wSwn492I/AAAAAAAABw4/jWBfR61YjMg/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPCv4ktikb0/Tt0wSwn492I/AAAAAAAABw4/jWBfR61YjMg/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751403659425634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am doing this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnFCv_u31ek/Tt0wS7aolmI/AAAAAAAABwo/MSmk3K_4H78/s1600/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnFCv_u31ek/Tt0wS7aolmI/AAAAAAAABwo/MSmk3K_4H78/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751406556616290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished rolling out the dough, we cut out the shapes. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPyQtMUpo4/Tt0wbfnP9KI/AAAAAAAABxo/pZNzcpuZSuc/s1600/IMG_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--HPyQtMUpo4/Tt0wbfnP9KI/AAAAAAAABxo/pZNzcpuZSuc/s320/IMG_3438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751553712157858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are ready for baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmYc5a_cD5w/Tt0wTyMY1qI/AAAAAAAABxQ/r-9N4kI76-Q/s1600/IMG_3441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmYc5a_cD5w/Tt0wTyMY1qI/AAAAAAAABxQ/r-9N4kI76-Q/s320/IMG_3441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751421260813986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie turned on the Oven and I tried to stay in the kitchen and be brave. But when the mouth opened, I ran upstairs to the bedroom and asked Daddy to keep me company up there until the danger passed. So Mommie put the cookies in to bake without my help. After some time, Mommie called out that the cookies were ready. Oh boy! I ran downstairs eager to see how they turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZuXa9rzOhE/Tt0wTYvmrMI/AAAAAAAABxE/QFEtRVNhsSk/s1600/IMG_3442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZuXa9rzOhE/Tt0wTYvmrMI/AAAAAAAABxE/QFEtRVNhsSk/s320/IMG_3442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751414429199554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place smelled so good. And look! The cookies turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUkU12JZzXg/Tt0wbKSmJ0I/AAAAAAAABxc/qul7ZMbTZAI/s1600/IMG_3440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUkU12JZzXg/Tt0wbKSmJ0I/AAAAAAAABxc/qul7ZMbTZAI/s320/IMG_3440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751547988387650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we get to the best part. The Oven has been put to sleep and I get to taste the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Znydj4dKM/Tt0wSp1_2dI/AAAAAAAABwg/uIgWUdT5O4A/s1600/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0Znydj4dKM/Tt0wSp1_2dI/AAAAAAAABwg/uIgWUdT5O4A/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751401839548882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummmmm!!!! Fresh baked doggie cookies. They are sooooo good! We were hoping to make many batches to give away to all my doggie pals but Mommie said we would hold off baking for a while since I got so scared and stressed because of the Oven. So we were only able to make enough to send to some doggies. I will try to be braver next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qfR7ZeX5U/Tt0wKBGn-MI/AAAAAAAABwU/05rGI7xpfS0/s1600/IMG_3455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b5qfR7ZeX5U/Tt0wKBGn-MI/AAAAAAAABwU/05rGI7xpfS0/s320/IMG_3455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682751253464479938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter and Pumpkin Dog Treats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep Time: 15 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Cook Time: 40 Minutes    &lt;br /&gt;Ready In: 1 Hour 40 Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Yields: 25 servings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTS:&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 cups whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup canned pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1.    Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).&lt;br /&gt;2.    Whisk together the flour, eggs, pumpkin, peanut butter, salt, and cinnamon in a bowl. Add water as needed to help make the dough workable, but the dough should be dry and stiff. Roll the dough into a 1/2-inch-thick roll. Cut into 1/2-inch pieces.&lt;br /&gt;3.    Bake in preheated oven until hard, about 40 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1005267940280029318?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1005267940280029318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1005267940280029318&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1005267940280029318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1005267940280029318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/12/casper-baker.html' title='Casper The Baker'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3OVlyVNqdlI/Tt0wk__7lNI/AAAAAAAABys/Te3CvbTjSFQ/s72-c/IMG_3424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1069006492685132512</id><published>2011-11-14T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:33:30.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooming Session</title><content type='html'>While waiting for Grandma's plane to arrive, Mommie decided it was time for a grooming session. That way I will look my best when I pick Grandma up from the airport. My nails and feetfur were getting a bit long. Mommie uses a nailclipper and battery operated dremel to cut and file my nails. She never needed to do this before I got sick. She thinks the medication I am on makes my nails and fur grow faster. Now we have to do this every couple of weeks or else my feet look like the grinch's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said I looked so relaxed having my nails done coz I was on my back with my eyes closed while Mommie worked away at my paws with the dremel buzzing away. What he did not know was that Mommie promised me a carrot as a reward for being so behaved while she groomed me. So I had my eyes closed and was thinking of my carrot the whole time. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had a great car ride to the airport. And today, although Mommie and Daddy are at work, I have Grandma to keep me company all day long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1069006492685132512?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1069006492685132512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1069006492685132512&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1069006492685132512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1069006492685132512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/11/grooming-session.html' title='Grooming Session'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7437810500801001515</id><published>2011-11-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:05:15.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Keep Everyone Warm</title><content type='html'>The heater at our house is broken. And just as the weather is getting colder, too. What awful timing. So I am now in charge of keeping Mommie and Daddy warm. Grandma is returning this weekend. I'm not sure how I am gonna be able to keep all 3 of them warm. They hope to get someone to fix the heater soon. For me, I much prefer it this way coz I like the cold and I like to snuggle. It's hard for me to snuggle when it is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing such a good job that I got a special treat. Daddy went out for a bagel run and got me my very own mini bagel. It is so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa1mdOtLlUA/TrswelVEUbI/AAAAAAAABwI/q9MPZ6ktklE/s1600/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa1mdOtLlUA/TrswelVEUbI/AAAAAAAABwI/q9MPZ6ktklE/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673181457577955762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7437810500801001515?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7437810500801001515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7437810500801001515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7437810500801001515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7437810500801001515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/11/gotta-keep-everyone-warm.html' title='Gotta Keep Everyone Warm'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wa1mdOtLlUA/TrswelVEUbI/AAAAAAAABwI/q9MPZ6ktklE/s72-c/IMG_3294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5079075719063805237</id><published>2011-10-31T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:08:32.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween everybody! This year I am a big fat juicy pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nIau0caYQ/Tq7VIlotXzI/AAAAAAAABvk/bjmvxXqRUH8/s1600/IMG_3054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nIau0caYQ/Tq7VIlotXzI/AAAAAAAABvk/bjmvxXqRUH8/s320/IMG_3054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703324424560434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee! I feel so silly in this getup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf76Sx4Ka3A/Tq7VlEyDsbI/AAAAAAAABvw/Gf7cqCEUdKg/s1600/IMG_3053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xf76Sx4Ka3A/Tq7VlEyDsbI/AAAAAAAABvw/Gf7cqCEUdKg/s320/IMG_3053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703813821608370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got another nifty bandana from Candy and her family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gUp_KhBbvc/Tq7Vp7-MtYI/AAAAAAAABv8/vBDPTEhT2zU/s1600/IMG_3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8gUp_KhBbvc/Tq7Vp7-MtYI/AAAAAAAABv8/vBDPTEhT2zU/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669703897355957634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5079075719063805237?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5079075719063805237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5079075719063805237&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5079075719063805237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5079075719063805237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-pumpkin.html' title='Halloween Pumpkin'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nIau0caYQ/Tq7VIlotXzI/AAAAAAAABvk/bjmvxXqRUH8/s72-c/IMG_3054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2373048167731380403</id><published>2011-09-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:20:01.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting Supervisor</title><content type='html'>Mommie and Daddy decided to paint the walls in the living room. It used to be blue and now it is a light pumpkin color. Just in time for fall. The room looks Thanksgivingy. Teehee! I supervised the painting mostly from my spot on the sofa. Sometimes I would check and sniff the materials but Mommie said not to get too close or I would get paint on my fur. They were joking that it would be impossible for them to finish the project without me getting some paint on me for sure because I was being nosey about everything that was going on. But isn't that what supervisors do? Anyway, I was pretty careful about avoiding the paint. But when I had to go out to potty, I came back in to ask for my reward treat and forgot all about the paint. So I jumped up and down and ran to my treat box. I stepped on a wet paint brush and so my feet were all pumpkin colored. And I left pumpkin pawprints on the carpet. Oops! Good thing the paint is water based so they just had to rinse my feet and legs at the sink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2373048167731380403?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2373048167731380403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2373048167731380403&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2373048167731380403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2373048167731380403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/09/painting-supervisor.html' title='Painting Supervisor'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7290398873027025983</id><published>2011-09-13T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:35:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patio Potty</title><content type='html'>Mommie made me a potty station on the patio. She got tired of scrubbing the patio floor everytime it began to stink because of my pee. The new potty is just the right size for me. It is made out of those drain pans used for the water heater. Mommie drilled some holes under it and attached a pipe so that all the pee goes down the drain and into the gutter. Then she put some rubber mulch in there. I was scared to use it at first but after a few days, I got used to it. It is round so I get to do my ceremonial circling before I go potty. I have to pee girl-style though to aim for the mulch. They all like it coz it does not stink even if I pee many times. And they can just throw a pail of water to rinse it since it drains by itself. It is easy to pick up poop too coz of the mulch. You can click on the picture to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eK_AF39rmLQ/Tm_2XcuJnAI/AAAAAAAABvY/YvTl582A8f0/s1600/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eK_AF39rmLQ/Tm_2XcuJnAI/AAAAAAAABvY/YvTl582A8f0/s320/potty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652006940080446466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7290398873027025983?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7290398873027025983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7290398873027025983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7290398873027025983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7290398873027025983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/09/patio-potty.html' title='Patio Potty'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eK_AF39rmLQ/Tm_2XcuJnAI/AAAAAAAABvY/YvTl582A8f0/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5096684914363969909</id><published>2011-08-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T21:12:24.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beast In The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>A few months ago a beast made our kitchen it's home. It is big and black with four burning discs on top of its head and a mouth so big I could fit in it. Even the mouth has fire in it. They call it the Oven. I get so scared whenever it wakes up. It makes high pitched beeping noises and humming sounds when it awakens from its slumber. I always start to pant and run upstairs to the bedroom when I hear it. But for some reason, nobody else follows me. I go back downstairs and they are all there. They are not aware of the danger so I have to go back up and down the stairs to show them that we should all escape to the rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, once more the beast made its scary noises. I ran upstairs but Grandma insisted on staying close to it. I saw her open the mouth and peek inside. Oh my! I panicked and kept pawing her back to pull her away from the mouth. She was confused and kept asking why I was acting this way. She did not understand I was trying to save her from the beast. She thought I wanted to go out to pee so she opened the terrace door. I ran out and hid in my doghouse until the beast went back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5096684914363969909?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5096684914363969909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5096684914363969909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5096684914363969909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5096684914363969909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/08/beast-in-kitchen.html' title='Beast In The Kitchen'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2221256274710564141</id><published>2011-07-25T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:50:36.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FurCousins!</title><content type='html'>They wanted to take Grandma to see San Diego so on the way there, we went to visit my furcousins. I've met them once before and was so excited to be able to have a chance to see them again. First up, we stopped by Frank and Stella's. They are so cute and love to play. Here we are at their place. Their Daddy threw tennis balls for us to chase so we could have a picture together. Coz otherwise it was mayhem trying to get us all in the same picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHLezlNimU/Ti3qFBawAVI/AAAAAAAABrg/pRLXh3vz9sY/s1600/IMG_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHLezlNimU/Ti3qFBawAVI/AAAAAAAABrg/pRLXh3vz9sY/s320/IMG_2627.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633416080911237458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Stella cute? She loves to play. She will even put the ball in her Daddy's hand so he can throw it. It is good we got some pictures of her coz usually when she sees the camera, she hides behind a chair in the corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76shO-pq-kg/Ti3qVdvZJfI/AAAAAAAABro/dmLhkcJjSSM/s1600/IMG_2636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-76shO-pq-kg/Ti3qVdvZJfI/AAAAAAAABro/dmLhkcJjSSM/s320/IMG_2636.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633416363391919602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle and Auntie took us out to an outdoor shopping area. Frank and Stella had to stay home coz they usually bark and do not do so well outside the house. Poor Stella cannot even ride the car coz she gets so scared, she gets sick. Anyway, I got to meet some Abercrombie models. They stay in front of the store and take pictures with people. After the guy put me down, his chest was full of Eskie fur. Hahaha! They wanted to keep me with them but of course I did not want to stay. I got lots of pats at the mall so it was lots of fun even though it was super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx3YdDGzndU/Ti3pqH8dL2I/AAAAAAAABrY/CkMW-n11WXc/s1600/IMG_2603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx3YdDGzndU/Ti3pqH8dL2I/AAAAAAAABrY/CkMW-n11WXc/s320/IMG_2603.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633415618806755170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part was they took me to a doggie bakery and got me 6 doggie goodies to take home with me. I was in doggie heaven. Yummmmmm!!! Thanks so much. I loved the cakes and cookies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFBN1hHonuE/Ti3rW_vP5NI/AAAAAAAABrw/soIFjTerkcA/s1600/IMG_2606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vFBN1hHonuE/Ti3rW_vP5NI/AAAAAAAABrw/soIFjTerkcA/s320/IMG_2606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633417489209615570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to eat at a Thai restaurant. They had nice benches to sit on and more important, an umbrella so I could be under the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WU_r_R9VMXc/Ti3rp7cDBYI/AAAAAAAABr4/_WHO99p45Rc/s1600/IMG_2650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WU_r_R9VMXc/Ti3rp7cDBYI/AAAAAAAABr4/_WHO99p45Rc/s320/IMG_2650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633417814472852866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, it was off to another furcousin, Migo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jPTBCbTiuM/Ti3sjZAVrLI/AAAAAAAABsI/H0dbAadjJEM/s1600/IMG_2698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_jPTBCbTiuM/Ti3sjZAVrLI/AAAAAAAABsI/H0dbAadjJEM/s320/IMG_2698.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633418801662241970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed me how to use his doggie door to get to the backyard. At first they thought I would not fit. But since I am all fur, it was not problem for me to fit. Once outside though, I could not find the door to get back in. I did not see that it was behind the barbeque grill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HksHpjkF5g/Ti3sc0HQA1I/AAAAAAAABsA/PAyGldcY24I/s1600/IMG_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8HksHpjkF5g/Ti3sc0HQA1I/AAAAAAAABsA/PAyGldcY24I/s320/IMG_2702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633418688679904082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migo and I had lots of fun running around and playing tug-of-war with his piggie toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Wq3H4KnG4/Ti3tQVNqmWI/AAAAAAAABsQ/A6py8D0Wm8s/s1600/IMG_2658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A4Wq3H4KnG4/Ti3tQVNqmWI/AAAAAAAABsQ/A6py8D0Wm8s/s320/IMG_2658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419573738510690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpt3icQHF04/Ti3tjfILojI/AAAAAAAABtI/9TxfI9rlv44/s1600/IMG_2687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpt3icQHF04/Ti3tjfILojI/AAAAAAAABtI/9TxfI9rlv44/s320/IMG_2687.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419902817378866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKhrIBJ3u0U/Ti3thmKPzVI/AAAAAAAABtA/pvrymNmZtSo/s1600/IMG_2685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PKhrIBJ3u0U/Ti3thmKPzVI/AAAAAAAABtA/pvrymNmZtSo/s320/IMG_2685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419870345350482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR_jK8HCYt0/Ti3tf3obZhI/AAAAAAAABs4/G40XYnP7pgc/s1600/IMG_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR_jK8HCYt0/Ti3tf3obZhI/AAAAAAAABs4/G40XYnP7pgc/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419840675603986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFHNEBcPBUc/Ti3td2udIuI/AAAAAAAABsw/7QyH4sWgO9o/s1600/IMG_2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFHNEBcPBUc/Ti3td2udIuI/AAAAAAAABsw/7QyH4sWgO9o/s320/IMG_2681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419806072709858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVAcg7zCd5I/Ti3tb5akAHI/AAAAAAAABso/Cw7vVLEG2KE/s1600/IMG_2676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVAcg7zCd5I/Ti3tb5akAHI/AAAAAAAABso/Cw7vVLEG2KE/s320/IMG_2676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419772434841714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CilVzAPV-FI/Ti3tZ2ev95I/AAAAAAAABsg/sEYrbGsHi4I/s1600/IMG_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CilVzAPV-FI/Ti3tZ2ev95I/AAAAAAAABsg/sEYrbGsHi4I/s320/IMG_2661.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419737287358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3U9R78oA3Ac/Ti3tXrxIk2I/AAAAAAAABsY/gwhAKdRevxM/s1600/IMG_2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3U9R78oA3Ac/Ti3tXrxIk2I/AAAAAAAABsY/gwhAKdRevxM/s320/IMG_2660.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633419700051940194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shared some of my doggie cakes with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoK1f0ODSq0/Ti3ttFPDneI/AAAAAAAABtQ/AWFEhcy8LJM/s1600/IMG_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoK1f0ODSq0/Ti3ttFPDneI/AAAAAAAABtQ/AWFEhcy8LJM/s320/IMG_2692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633420067665583586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IQmwd1fl0I/Ti3twG7vB3I/AAAAAAAABtY/sC5ROPUFGFg/s1600/IMG_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IQmwd1fl0I/Ti3twG7vB3I/AAAAAAAABtY/sC5ROPUFGFg/s320/IMG_2693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633420119661021042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we were off to San Diego. We stopped by La Jolla to see the ocean and there were lots of seals there sunbathing and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG5YXAUGxbQ/Ti3uK95KoFI/AAAAAAAABto/npdhWSHBz9g/s1600/IMG_2718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG5YXAUGxbQ/Ti3uK95KoFI/AAAAAAAABto/npdhWSHBz9g/s320/IMG_2718.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633420581090795602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dspTZAYn6_g/Ti3uHvHMkbI/AAAAAAAABtg/LLD7x3oaau4/s1600/IMG_2713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dspTZAYn6_g/Ti3uHvHMkbI/AAAAAAAABtg/LLD7x3oaau4/s320/IMG_2713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633420525583503794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this squirrel hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hvk2w7mogk/Ti3udwHBkXI/AAAAAAAABtw/m1sLmvmPKuI/s1600/IMG_2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hvk2w7mogk/Ti3udwHBkXI/AAAAAAAABtw/m1sLmvmPKuI/s320/IMG_2705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633420903808340338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMwvY2_KkAM/Ti3ujtvLrYI/AAAAAAAABt4/LAM6wTpEkDQ/s1600/IMG_2723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMwvY2_KkAM/Ti3ujtvLrYI/AAAAAAAABt4/LAM6wTpEkDQ/s320/IMG_2723.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421006250683778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at a mexican place. They had really good fish tacos. Wish I could taste them. But I do love it when they go for mexican coz they always give me a chip. Even if I am not with them, they will bring home a chip for me. Yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M75yGNWMBKU/Ti3uu3zbTBI/AAAAAAAABuA/C5AL99GFaVs/s1600/IMG_2737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M75yGNWMBKU/Ti3uu3zbTBI/AAAAAAAABuA/C5AL99GFaVs/s320/IMG_2737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421197931400210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next stop was Balboa Park. It is so pretty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiDeDlQKUNA/Ti3wFe1V3WI/AAAAAAAABu4/owe-elRa-8Q/s1600/IMG_2822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiDeDlQKUNA/Ti3wFe1V3WI/AAAAAAAABu4/owe-elRa-8Q/s320/IMG_2822.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633422685877165410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9_BIJnUqg0/Ti3vBiUkThI/AAAAAAAABuI/n_RacGdLiwk/s1600/IMG_2807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O9_BIJnUqg0/Ti3vBiUkThI/AAAAAAAABuI/n_RacGdLiwk/s320/IMG_2807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421518582337042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have huge fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rh6vDE78zs/Ti3vKuvNhDI/AAAAAAAABuQ/bDPEW7qkQTc/s1600/IMG_2804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rh6vDE78zs/Ti3vKuvNhDI/AAAAAAAABuQ/bDPEW7qkQTc/s320/IMG_2804.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421676534137906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wu58fHw6rM/Ti3vRjWELEI/AAAAAAAABug/LXdauK4Vmlg/s1600/IMG_2810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Wu58fHw6rM/Ti3vRjWELEI/AAAAAAAABug/LXdauK4Vmlg/s320/IMG_2810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421793734962242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even spotted a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4pRuHt-RvQ/Ti3vOY0odAI/AAAAAAAABuY/QlHhx_yBpN4/s1600/IMG_2813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4pRuHt-RvQ/Ti3vOY0odAI/AAAAAAAABuY/QlHhx_yBpN4/s320/IMG_2813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633421739370771458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a botanical garden where I saw this pineapple flower plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojftE-Dsg_o/Ti3votZ_XzI/AAAAAAAABuo/H32YHktkryQ/s1600/IMG_2796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ojftE-Dsg_o/Ti3votZ_XzI/AAAAAAAABuo/H32YHktkryQ/s320/IMG_2796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633422191572770610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was super hot so Mommie let me walk in this long walkway with very shallow water. The water felt so nice on my paws. Lots of kids also got in to wet their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gtum0wjXXk/Ti3v-8kVvlI/AAAAAAAABuw/7PjreiG3EME/s1600/IMG_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4gtum0wjXXk/Ti3v-8kVvlI/AAAAAAAABuw/7PjreiG3EME/s320/IMG_2759.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633422573599833682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was Coronado Island where we went to the Coronado Hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwy7v9BLFkM/Ti3wTSRoj_I/AAAAAAAABvA/ZcDm64dZvtg/s1600/IMG_2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwy7v9BLFkM/Ti3wTSRoj_I/AAAAAAAABvA/ZcDm64dZvtg/s320/IMG_2848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633422923024338930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had dinner at a nice seafood place near the docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At8LEpqdj2E/Ti3wdBDhIeI/AAAAAAAABvI/zctOboqYU6U/s1600/IMG_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-At8LEpqdj2E/Ti3wdBDhIeI/AAAAAAAABvI/zctOboqYU6U/s320/IMG_2862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633423090200420834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we drove home. On the way, Mommie wanted to go get some snacks at a fastfood place but I just did not want to leave the car. I usually want to go everywhere but I was just too exhausted. I refused to budge and just showed them I wanted to sleep. So Grandma stayed with me in the car while Mommie and Daddy got food and they all ate in the car. I never knew I would ever want to stay in the car instead of exploring but I was just so tired. Mommie said it was probably coz I have been out 3 days in a row plus I spent all morning running around with Migo. Ah but it was worth it. Who knows when I will get a chance to play with my furcousins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJb8IKigjyM/Ti3xHRvC1GI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Rjt031dVjOU/s1600/IMG_2870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fJb8IKigjyM/Ti3xHRvC1GI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Rjt031dVjOU/s320/IMG_2870.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633423816232457314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2221256274710564141?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2221256274710564141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2221256274710564141&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2221256274710564141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2221256274710564141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/07/furcousins.html' title='FurCousins!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MsHLezlNimU/Ti3qFBawAVI/AAAAAAAABrg/pRLXh3vz9sY/s72-c/IMG_2627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6979657105155900842</id><published>2011-07-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T13:01:10.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Is Sick</title><content type='html'>He stayed home today so Grandma and I could take care of him. Last night I layed down beside him on the bed and put my paw on his hand and licked his arms one by one. Dog spit therapy will fix him right up. Teehee! Mommie said I did a very thorough job of sanitizing him. Today I will do the same until he is all better. She said I was in charge of his care while she is at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6979657105155900842?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6979657105155900842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6979657105155900842&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6979657105155900842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6979657105155900842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/07/daddy-is-sick.html' title='Daddy Is Sick'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6673336587702184898</id><published>2011-07-06T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T14:58:04.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Face</title><content type='html'>Mommie is having a laugh at my expense. I was happily snoozing on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgq_dEGdo8Y/ThTYpcQvQ4I/AAAAAAAABoY/NiWbW4X4_WE/s1600/IMG_2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgq_dEGdo8Y/ThTYpcQvQ4I/AAAAAAAABoY/NiWbW4X4_WE/s320/IMG_2401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360040965227394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly she tucked my upper lips into my mouth. She said she wanted to see my scary  ferocious look. She kept laughing and pretending that I was making growly noises but I did not see what is so funny. My lips were stuck that way for a bit coz my mouth was dry since I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWqtQaIgcSU/ThTYvCrnj4I/AAAAAAAABog/UcultuZZnnw/s1600/IMG_2405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oWqtQaIgcSU/ThTYvCrnj4I/AAAAAAAABog/UcultuZZnnw/s320/IMG_2405.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626360137177862018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp72jN2JQS4/ThTaXuSkQ7I/AAAAAAAABoo/rZjKxmzxe94/s1600/IMG_2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xp72jN2JQS4/ThTaXuSkQ7I/AAAAAAAABoo/rZjKxmzxe94/s320/IMG_2412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626361935590343602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6673336587702184898?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6673336587702184898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6673336587702184898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6673336587702184898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6673336587702184898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/07/scary-face.html' title='Scary Face'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgq_dEGdo8Y/ThTYpcQvQ4I/AAAAAAAABoY/NiWbW4X4_WE/s72-c/IMG_2401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3318629474280546629</id><published>2011-07-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:33:32.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud Bang</title><content type='html'>Last night it was really hot so I slept on the tile floor. Mommie heard me having a bad dream in the middle of the night. So she came over to comfort me. It was a bit colder by then so she picked me up and placed me back on the bed. I slept soundly in her arms until we heard a loud BANG. And then loud car alarms outside our window. It was so scary. Mommie said my gums went all pale. I was shivering and panicking. She kept hugging me and telling me it was alright. Eventually the car alarms stopped and Daddy saw a couple of cars screeching away. After a few minutes, I started to calm down but it was hard to get back to sleep after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we found a third pair of birds nesting in our pot! Wow! I'm gonna have bird friends all summer long! The second family of bird friends flew the coop two days ago. It took a long time for their eggs to hatch. They had two babies also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3318629474280546629?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3318629474280546629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3318629474280546629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3318629474280546629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3318629474280546629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/07/loud-bang.html' title='Loud Bang'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2727995083670195695</id><published>2011-06-19T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:59:31.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Turn</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful Daddies. This year I have a Daddy and so I prepared something special. I started the day grooming him. I licked his hands and feet to make sure he is all clean. Then I cuddled with him for a bit then I presented him with this card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPQHWyqHbcw/Tf7Ru9do2mI/AAAAAAAABoA/dtuJigIXgLI/s1600/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPQHWyqHbcw/Tf7Ru9do2mI/AAAAAAAABoA/dtuJigIXgLI/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620159989708020322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside I put my favorite picture of the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IlQhDFPTDw/Tf7SB_gY5dI/AAAAAAAABoI/j8VLw82gGLQ/s1600/IMG_2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IlQhDFPTDw/Tf7SB_gY5dI/AAAAAAAABoI/j8VLw82gGLQ/s320/IMG_2578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620160316673942994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even composed a poem for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iNlyTm38Mg/Tf7SGz5HIkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/vMA3CK-LmDM/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iNlyTm38Mg/Tf7SGz5HIkI/AAAAAAAABoQ/vMA3CK-LmDM/s320/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620160399455756866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy&lt;br /&gt;For all that you do&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me and hug me&lt;br /&gt;And play with me, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feed me and clean me&lt;br /&gt;And say I'm the best&lt;br /&gt;You're patient and kind to me&lt;br /&gt;Even when I'm a pest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to lick and groom you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do more&lt;br /&gt;Coz you're the best Daddy&lt;br /&gt;This little boy could ever hope for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do so much for Mommie&lt;br /&gt;She appreciates it all&lt;br /&gt;The big and the small things&lt;br /&gt;Even when you just call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make us so happy&lt;br /&gt;So we wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;We love you and wish you&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2727995083670195695?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2727995083670195695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2727995083670195695&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2727995083670195695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2727995083670195695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddys-turn.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Turn'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hPQHWyqHbcw/Tf7Ru9do2mI/AAAAAAAABoA/dtuJigIXgLI/s72-c/IMG_2575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-897644118629328495</id><published>2011-06-18T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T10:34:22.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Refreshing Bath</title><content type='html'>I finally got a bath and I feel so refreshed. My last bath was back in January and Mommie did not bathe me since coz I still looked so clean. But my dunking in the river made my fur coarse so she gave me a few days to rest before bathing me. But looks like I needed more days to rest coz I got four red spots on my belly after the bath. So going to have to rest for the next few days more. I so want to play and keep showing them my ball to throw but Mommie said not to in case I get more spots. As a consolation, she gave me a small piece of bread with peanut butter. Yummmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-897644118629328495?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/897644118629328495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=897644118629328495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/897644118629328495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/897644118629328495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/06/refreshing-bath.html' title='A Refreshing Bath'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3416335555835826357</id><published>2011-06-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:57:57.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Friends</title><content type='html'>Meet my bird friends, the Parsley family. They made their nest on Grandma's parsley pot. A few weeks ago, Daddy was clearing out some stuff on the terrace when he saw the nest there with eggs. They have hatched and now there are two babies. It is hard to reach their perch on my own but Mommie has carried me over a couple of times so I could sniff them to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyil49Psx5Q/Td1kIOkkKYI/AAAAAAAABmg/loiLPFuIj0E/s1600/IMG_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyil49Psx5Q/Td1kIOkkKYI/AAAAAAAABmg/loiLPFuIj0E/s320/IMG_2362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750803286698370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The babies sure looked angry at having their picture taken. I planned to teach them to smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCTS-JI-S7c/Td1kLVB7edI/AAAAAAAABmo/PhefH-D-QL8/s1600/IMG_2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yCTS-JI-S7c/Td1kLVB7edI/AAAAAAAABmo/PhefH-D-QL8/s320/IMG_2366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750856560081362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they grew up real fast and flew away a few days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdB61Erpm24/TfZsQZVNt0I/AAAAAAAABnI/UQJ53tThpKs/s1600/IMG_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FdB61Erpm24/TfZsQZVNt0I/AAAAAAAABnI/UQJ53tThpKs/s320/IMG_2395.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617796614124844866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems word got around about our nice private spot coz a new couple has come to nest. This couple is much smaller than the other parents and it took them longer to get the twigs into the pot. Amateurs! Hahaha! But looks like eggs have now been laid coz the Mommie bird sits there all the time now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3416335555835826357?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3416335555835826357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3416335555835826357&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3416335555835826357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3416335555835826357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/06/bird-friends.html' title='Bird Friends'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyil49Psx5Q/Td1kIOkkKYI/AAAAAAAABmg/loiLPFuIj0E/s72-c/IMG_2362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7227354497167709649</id><published>2011-06-13T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:22:28.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eskie Overboard!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we took Grandma on a rafting trip. It is the same rafting place we went to last year. Since I did so well the last time, we were excited to take Grandma on the same adventure. They provide life jackets for doggies too but they do not fit me. They are either too small or too big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beRzswK6oQM/TfZwv_UJrLI/AAAAAAAABno/B7qjBUkrahw/s1600/IMG_2478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beRzswK6oQM/TfZwv_UJrLI/AAAAAAAABno/B7qjBUkrahw/s320/IMG_2478.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617801554943388850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being up front and feeling the wind in my face. This year there were even more mosquitoes. Mommie had to keep batting them away from me. Good thing I have such a thick coat so when they would land on me she could swat them away before they could get near my skin to bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Gr0MonYSgw/TfZxUgSRr8I/AAAAAAAABn4/icSV1ubLKAY/s1600/IMG_2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Gr0MonYSgw/TfZxUgSRr8I/AAAAAAAABn4/icSV1ubLKAY/s320/IMG_2460.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617802182269185986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie even got me these spiffy new sunglasses so I would not have to squint. We stopped on an island for lunch and I waded into the water and played with my ball. It was nice and refreshing to get my feet wet but I was careful not to get in too deep coz I did not want to get my head wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gDCiPbDq1g/TfZxQl7qUyI/AAAAAAAABnw/3C0x6XldDIQ/s1600/IMG_2476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gDCiPbDq1g/TfZxQl7qUyI/AAAAAAAABnw/3C0x6XldDIQ/s320/IMG_2476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617802115065467682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, it was not meant to be. Once we were back in the water our friends who were on another raft kept crashing into the trees on the water's edge. And one time when they were tangled in the trees, our raft also got swept by the current into them. Usually when we get near the edge Mommie tells me to leave the front part of the boat and sit at her feet but this time I did not move fast enough. When our rafts collided, I was thrown overboard. It was a shock to suddenly be under water. Good thing Mommie always keeps ahold of my leash when we are on the raft. So when I fell into the water she had a hold on me and the current did not sweep me away. Mommie was going to jump in after me but she saw me surface and I showed her I could swim back. I swam back to the raft with her guiding me using my harness. And she got on her tummy and bent over the front of the raft to reach for me and bring me back on board. Everyone else was busily keeping the tree branches from hitting them and trying to get out of the trees without tipping the rafts over. At first, they did not know I had fallen overboard. I was so scared but I kept my eyes on Mommie and swam back to her with all my might. She reach down to grab me and at first could not pull me up as I was too heavy so I climbed on her shoulders and soon I was in her arms safe and sound. We were both drenched. And I got a red spot on my belly from all the stress. Sniff! I rested on the raft for a couple of hours getting dried and recovering from the mishap. After that I was ready to enjoy myself again. And today my spot is gone. So all is good. Whew! What an adventure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfH63D0X87Y/TfZwodaAdmI/AAAAAAAABng/lxO7ULIQAx0/s1600/IMG_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfH63D0X87Y/TfZwodaAdmI/AAAAAAAABng/lxO7ULIQAx0/s320/IMG_2463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617801425582061154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7227354497167709649?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7227354497167709649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7227354497167709649&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7227354497167709649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7227354497167709649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/06/eskie-overboard.html' title='Eskie Overboard!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-beRzswK6oQM/TfZwv_UJrLI/AAAAAAAABno/B7qjBUkrahw/s72-c/IMG_2478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7909849473628701618</id><published>2011-05-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:55:14.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, Mommie and Daddy are home! They said they would never leave me again. They   said they missed me so much and kept counting the days until they saw me again. It was much harder for Mommie. She can't stop hugging me. When they started opening their luggage, I was right there and sniffing for goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zai7Wlx0uBA/Td1jnRGq_jI/AAAAAAAABmY/ymw_CStX2Ak/s1600/IMG_2381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zai7Wlx0uBA/Td1jnRGq_jI/AAAAAAAABmY/ymw_CStX2Ak/s320/IMG_2381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750237030940210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw the lamb stuffie I got super excited and took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XW4kKg0Tw4/Td1jlMd31XI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mSoZ-dyhvF8/s1600/IMG_2382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XW4kKg0Tw4/Td1jlMd31XI/AAAAAAAABmQ/mSoZ-dyhvF8/s320/IMG_2382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750201426335090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_x752Ug3Ac/Td1ji8A8kyI/AAAAAAAABmI/t5yo_fA5bEM/s1600/IMG_2383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_x752Ug3Ac/Td1ji8A8kyI/AAAAAAAABmI/t5yo_fA5bEM/s320/IMG_2383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750162650305314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately ran downstairs to show Grandma. Ahhh, all is right with the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxzw929dg5o/Td1jgaIVZlI/AAAAAAAABmA/W3B3kL85Uw4/s1600/IMG_2388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oxzw929dg5o/Td1jgaIVZlI/AAAAAAAABmA/W3B3kL85Uw4/s320/IMG_2388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610750119194748498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7909849473628701618?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7909849473628701618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7909849473628701618&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7909849473628701618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7909849473628701618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/reunited.html' title='Reunited!!!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zai7Wlx0uBA/Td1jnRGq_jI/AAAAAAAABmY/ymw_CStX2Ak/s72-c/IMG_2381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5463929654527532391</id><published>2011-05-27T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:20:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News At Last!</title><content type='html'>Today, we Skyped again. Grandma is always good about carrying me and putting me on her lap so I can reach the computer. I saw Mommie and Daddy and gave them a pout to let them know I was still unhappy with the situation. Then Daddy said they were coming home tomorrow. I was so happy to hear this news, I could not help but smile. They immediately took notice and were rejoicing as they had not seen me smiling on Skype since Mommie left. I tried to pout again but I just could not stop smiling. Soon they will be home. Oh boy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5463929654527532391?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5463929654527532391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5463929654527532391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5463929654527532391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5463929654527532391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-news-at-last.html' title='Good News At Last!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1178225634632220266</id><published>2011-05-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T21:13:42.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Is Gone, Too?!?</title><content type='html'>Now Daddy is gone also. Waaaaah!!!! I waited at the front door but he did not come home from work today. He went to join Mommie so she would not be alone. They Skyped with me again but I did not want to look at them. Hmph! I am very upset at being left behind. This is just unacceptable. I can understand Mommie needed to go because of work. But Daddy did not have to go. Now, it is just me and Grandma. I am going to be extra vigilant guarding her to make sure she does not leave me, too. I will not let her out of my sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1178225634632220266?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1178225634632220266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1178225634632220266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1178225634632220266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1178225634632220266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/daddy-is-gone-too.html' title='Daddy Is Gone, Too?!?'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7767054257203611696</id><published>2011-05-24T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T20:56:19.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Face</title><content type='html'>I am getting a little used to Mommie not being here. I have stopped waiting by the door. But that does not mean I am happy with this situation. When we Skype, I am too sad so I just show her my sad face. She says she misses me and is missing me more whenever she sees my sad eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVH0y2EVS6k/Tdx9RP85LnI/AAAAAAAABl4/Y1Rl89attLw/s1600/IMG_1368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVH0y2EVS6k/Tdx9RP85LnI/AAAAAAAABl4/Y1Rl89attLw/s320/IMG_1368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610496971089981042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Daddy was at a conference and they were giving away stuffies. So now I have a nice gopher stuffie to play with. That makes me smile but I will not show Mommie my smile on Skype. Don't tell, ok? Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfa_Xwy4o1Q/Tdx9MzLKiqI/AAAAAAAABlw/zj_JPx26oV4/s1600/IMG_2379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfa_Xwy4o1Q/Tdx9MzLKiqI/AAAAAAAABlw/zj_JPx26oV4/s320/IMG_2379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610496894645734050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CLWy9ZwkUA/Tdx9I2LYI4I/AAAAAAAABlo/5s7YypjlpLU/s1600/IMG_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5CLWy9ZwkUA/Tdx9I2LYI4I/AAAAAAAABlo/5s7YypjlpLU/s320/IMG_2376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610496826732454786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWK3a8f1IiM/Tdx9CdAhsLI/AAAAAAAABlg/vF7YjhYWVbg/s1600/IMG_2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wWK3a8f1IiM/Tdx9CdAhsLI/AAAAAAAABlg/vF7YjhYWVbg/s320/IMG_2378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610496716896841906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7767054257203611696?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7767054257203611696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7767054257203611696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7767054257203611696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7767054257203611696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/sad-face.html' title='Sad Face'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVH0y2EVS6k/Tdx9RP85LnI/AAAAAAAABl4/Y1Rl89attLw/s72-c/IMG_1368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3786519541127997133</id><published>2011-05-22T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:27:47.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Mommie?</title><content type='html'>Last night, Mommie did not come home. She spent a lot of time saying goodbye to me in the morning but I thought it was just another workday but she never came home. I waited by the front door all night. Daddy called me to come up to bed but after a while I would go back to the front door to wait for Mommie. Daddy said she had to go out of town for work. I eventually saw her on the computer coz she Skyped with us but it just isn't the same. Sniff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3786519541127997133?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3786519541127997133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3786519541127997133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3786519541127997133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3786519541127997133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/wheres-mommie.html' title='Where&apos;s Mommie?'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-9068713934977445823</id><published>2011-05-22T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:04:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>Cupid's arrow has struck me once again. Candy my long distance facebook pal is now officially my girlfriend. She visited me in California and presented me with this rose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtWTjlR1kI/TdmFUMo-TcI/AAAAAAAABlY/sCzIUrfwJCg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661392903622082 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtWTjlR1kI/TdmFUMo-TcI/AAAAAAAABlY/sCzIUrfwJCg/s320/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think we make a great couple. She is soooo pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvUdzCzOpd0/TdmFR111xgI/AAAAAAAABlQ/4vmhxLJR3AE/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661352423835138 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvUdzCzOpd0/TdmFR111xgI/AAAAAAAABlQ/4vmhxLJR3AE/s320/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We even exchanged gifts. I got her and her family a box of goodies filled with treats and toys. And she gave me a bandana and colorful flower stuffie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PF-XxWbXs/TdmFPwvkFSI/AAAAAAAABlI/wSW0xpwQa94/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661316695594274 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B1PF-XxWbXs/TdmFPwvkFSI/AAAAAAAABlI/wSW0xpwQa94/s320/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people outside were making noises so Candy told them to keep quiet as we were having our photo shoot. Teehee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMlAPikdn84/TdmFNvqTU_I/AAAAAAAABlA/DVHEmk1f_Is/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661282045350898 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMlAPikdn84/TdmFNvqTU_I/AAAAAAAABlA/DVHEmk1f_Is/s320/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think Candy likes the treats I got for her. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKP4LoguMfs/TdmFLgtBijI/AAAAAAAABk4/qZwnYjDUynM/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661243670497842 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKP4LoguMfs/TdmFLgtBijI/AAAAAAAABk4/qZwnYjDUynM/s320/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Her sister Princess was there, too. She likes the ball I got for her. She is a bit camera shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6-iIunuJ4U/TdmFJgd-f6I/AAAAAAAABkw/Px6tkdr3UNQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661209247645602 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6-iIunuJ4U/TdmFJgd-f6I/AAAAAAAABkw/Px6tkdr3UNQ/s320/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here we are trying to get everyone together for another picture. Princess tries to get my attention but I only have eyes for Candy. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-nKOP_A6_s/TdmFHVoP_lI/AAAAAAAABko/wc-4A7bpFgk/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661171978206802 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-nKOP_A6_s/TdmFHVoP_lI/AAAAAAAABko/wc-4A7bpFgk/s320/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here she is peeking at what is on the coffee table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAAuxBB347k/TdmFFT0zNlI/AAAAAAAABkg/bvve7kL6gPY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661137134237266 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAAuxBB347k/TdmFFT0zNlI/AAAAAAAABkg/bvve7kL6gPY/s320/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A group picture outside with our matching bandanas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqQvnuZ7CFs/TdmFDQXTnBI/AAAAAAAABkY/qrJo7WjIK1w/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661101845486610 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iqQvnuZ7CFs/TdmFDQXTnBI/AAAAAAAABkY/qrJo7WjIK1w/s320/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lots of sniffs and pictures, it was soon time to say goodbye. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaMAf8RfARs/TdmFA0K65lI/AAAAAAAABkQ/rKNyrTuESfE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661059917604434 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uaMAf8RfARs/TdmFA0K65lI/AAAAAAAABkQ/rKNyrTuESfE/s320/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Candy and family for my bandana and stuffie! &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htnyRNRu4XI/TdmE9wOgpOI/AAAAAAAABkI/s2Jx4-gCQqQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609661007319311586 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-htnyRNRu4XI/TdmE9wOgpOI/AAAAAAAABkI/s2Jx4-gCQqQ/s320/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will be dreaming of Candy tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CedqvSSu1Og/TdmE7Rj2RFI/AAAAAAAABkA/Z6tFWi2bFpI/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609660964727571538 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CedqvSSu1Og/TdmE7Rj2RFI/AAAAAAAABkA/Z6tFWi2bFpI/s320/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Candy has tons of energy. She does zoomies a lot. Here is Candy's Mommie trying to catch her so we can have our picture taken together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80799c6826bfcad6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80799c6826bfcad6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CBD177E38026D6B94D0E94C5F3862AA9CA00246.33DEE75CBCA5946C4B9D39B7D22546C01A3BFD6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80799c6826bfcad6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deqi9_F9mB7HxAMryz4PHv2ICxgY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D80799c6826bfcad6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CBD177E38026D6B94D0E94C5F3862AA9CA00246.33DEE75CBCA5946C4B9D39B7D22546C01A3BFD6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80799c6826bfcad6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Deqi9_F9mB7HxAMryz4PHv2ICxgY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-9068713934977445823?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80799c6826bfcad6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/9068713934977445823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=9068713934977445823&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/9068713934977445823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/9068713934977445823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1qtWTjlR1kI/TdmFUMo-TcI/AAAAAAAABlY/sCzIUrfwJCg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1465534930633832470</id><published>2011-05-08T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T15:44:29.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers and furmothers out there! I got Mommie this nice greeting card and surprised her with it this morning. You can click on the pictures to make it bigger so you can see what the card says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcADgHSucDM/TcccYu-Ls-I/AAAAAAAABjw/XDjK0xWULGg/s1600/IMG_1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcADgHSucDM/TcccYu-Ls-I/AAAAAAAABjw/XDjK0xWULGg/s320/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604479472537154530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fX1EqWJfu6s/TcccbzZwpzI/AAAAAAAABj4/rdDjHlsUlVE/s1600/IMG_1828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fX1EqWJfu6s/TcccbzZwpzI/AAAAAAAABj4/rdDjHlsUlVE/s320/IMG_1828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604479525266171698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1465534930633832470?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1465534930633832470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1465534930633832470&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1465534930633832470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1465534930633832470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XcADgHSucDM/TcccYu-Ls-I/AAAAAAAABjw/XDjK0xWULGg/s72-c/IMG_1827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1839524221093190491</id><published>2011-04-24T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:18:18.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone! Let's see what I can get from the tooth fairy. Mommie said it is a good time coz the tooth fairy and easter bunny will be at work. So I am sure to get something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXq30ODXn4A/TbSSHxYqMiI/AAAAAAAABjo/xqwnVWyC-rs/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXq30ODXn4A/TbSSHxYqMiI/AAAAAAAABjo/xqwnVWyC-rs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260898941874722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed now Mommie so I can get my goodies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IedcEUBwrok/TbSSFrKInQI/AAAAAAAABjg/hKHYM8HWGq4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IedcEUBwrok/TbSSFrKInQI/AAAAAAAABjg/hKHYM8HWGq4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260862910602498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6J-zGwa8lw/TbSSDctGA8I/AAAAAAAABjY/1HRlP0AsV6w/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6J-zGwa8lw/TbSSDctGA8I/AAAAAAAABjY/1HRlP0AsV6w/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260824670962626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that's enough sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24ZINhzbb2Q/TbSSAmTsjBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/BbBDN9mQnSg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-24ZINhzbb2Q/TbSSAmTsjBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/BbBDN9mQnSg/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260775709182994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited! Let's check to see if it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGOelM0MmRc/TbSR-odcgMI/AAAAAAAABjI/REvHVHQLdbE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGOelM0MmRc/TbSR-odcgMI/AAAAAAAABjI/REvHVHQLdbE/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260741927207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! I see something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPRfk7HshzA/TbSR8gR8r7I/AAAAAAAABjA/2c3YROEzGv8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPRfk7HshzA/TbSR8gR8r7I/AAAAAAAABjA/2c3YROEzGv8/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260705371762610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! Jackpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KMc2m9v064/TbSR6rDO7UI/AAAAAAAABi4/8tk4FM3tBbM/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KMc2m9v064/TbSR6rDO7UI/AAAAAAAABi4/8tk4FM3tBbM/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260673903095106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easter egg and bunny rabbit cookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH7IYwusxpM/TbSR4_dpEjI/AAAAAAAABiw/pkEd0opVZfQ/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DH7IYwusxpM/TbSR4_dpEjI/AAAAAAAABiw/pkEd0opVZfQ/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260645022831154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Omj__RyM22I/TbSR232AAwI/AAAAAAAABio/7P1BalDUftE/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Omj__RyM22I/TbSR232AAwI/AAAAAAAABio/7P1BalDUftE/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260608617775874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Auntie Ninez! Mommie said the bunny was courtesy of you guys via the easter bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82BXGgU-T9w/TbSR0d5NyuI/AAAAAAAABig/P1pMLYLdswQ/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-82BXGgU-T9w/TbSR0d5NyuI/AAAAAAAABig/P1pMLYLdswQ/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260567292201698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuummmmmmy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8JosDidWoM/TbSRyS_A02I/AAAAAAAABiY/elxyTEeqh-U/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8JosDidWoM/TbSRyS_A02I/AAAAAAAABiY/elxyTEeqh-U/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260530003989346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0i80LGmmj0/TbSRwfn6LHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/uWW21-0dMqQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0i80LGmmj0/TbSRwfn6LHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/uWW21-0dMqQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260499037006962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPn4scnX03A/TbSRtehXcHI/AAAAAAAABiI/6qkNdR2OC6A/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPn4scnX03A/TbSRtehXcHI/AAAAAAAABiI/6qkNdR2OC6A/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599260447201521778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1839524221093190491?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1839524221093190491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1839524221093190491&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1839524221093190491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1839524221093190491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXq30ODXn4A/TbSSHxYqMiI/AAAAAAAABjo/xqwnVWyC-rs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8998969523625078636</id><published>2011-04-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T12:09:32.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive-Thru Windows</title><content type='html'>Mommie loves drive-thru places. So far she's tried the ATM, coffee, fast food, pharmacy. She wishes everything can be accessible via drive-thru windows. That way she does not have to get out of the car specially when it is super cold. I love them too coz I get to sit up at my car window and say hello to the people. Today, we went to the Starbucks. The lady at the window said I was so cute and she started calling her co-workers. One by one they all eventually ended up at the window to see me. They said I was the cutest doggie. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8998969523625078636?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8998969523625078636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8998969523625078636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8998969523625078636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8998969523625078636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/04/drive-thru-windows.html' title='Drive-Thru Windows'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-915844760924831289</id><published>2011-04-19T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:56:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Woes</title><content type='html'>I've been having the soft poo for almost a week. While I was at the sitter's place, it started to become more solid. But when I woke up Monday, I had the runs. Mommie and Daddy had to wash my bottom in the shower. Sniff! I guess my tummy was not ready for the Frosty Paws Mommie gave me to make up for leaving me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie made me some chicken and rice which will be my meal for the next few days. I looooooove the stuff. As soon as I smelled it cooking, I knew it was for me. She boils it and then puts it in a blender and purees it so my tummy only has to do very minimal work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can you believe it? I lost another tooth. Oh man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-915844760924831289?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/915844760924831289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=915844760924831289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/915844760924831289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/915844760924831289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/04/tummy-woes.html' title='Tummy Woes'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3550867628779620814</id><published>2011-04-18T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:58:58.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night Without Mommie</title><content type='html'>Well it has finally happened. Mommie sent me away. For a couple of days that is. Since I got sick, she has always been worried that if there is an emergency, no one will be there to take care of me. So she has been looking for petsitters who can board me as a plan B. I can't be vaccinated so I cannot go to a doggy hotel or doggy camp and that makes our options pretty limited. She's been looking for years with no luck. We met up with some sitters who board just one dog at a time at their home but I did not like them. So I would just sit by their front door or backyard door to let Mommie know that there was no way she was leaving me with them. One lady asked for my picture and never contacted us again. And when Mommie checked her website, my picture was posted as a special needs dog as if she already took care of me. Evil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one family who I liked. We found them way back in 2008. There is Fred, Donna and their son Tony. I immediately felt at home with them and their home. I curiously sniffed and investigated the yard and their whole house. I also sniffed them and I sensed they would take good care of me. But since they only board one doggie at a time, their calendar fills up pretty quickly. I guess that means we will also have to find a plan C. Anyway, a year after meeting them, Mommie left me with them for a couple of hours to see how I would do. I was fine and just mainly hung out by Fred's feet while he worked on his computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step was to try an overnight stay. On Friday night, she packed up my bag with all my essentials and gave me a long talk about my being a big boy and so I should not be afraid to be on my own and that I should not feel abandoned coz she is definitely coming back for me. Saturday morning, we all got into the car and drove over. I sniffed around and remembered them immediately and made myself at home. I even jumped up at Tony coz he was making sandwiches. Alas! He said he could not give me any. They all chatted for a while discussing my care and Mommie gave me a big hug goodbye. Then we all walked outside so I could try walking on a leash with Donna. All was good and I did not even look back at Mommie and Daddy as Donna walked me back into the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost immediately after Mommie and Daddy left, we got into Donna's car to drive Tony to work. When we got back, Fred came home. I greeted him with a wiggly hello and spent the afternoon supervising him as he fixed some computers. It was a busy afternoon for me. I also supervised Donna as she worked on some paperwork and did chores around the house and out back. It was nice having a yard with all that grass to pee and poop in. I wish we had a yard. That night, I was all poofed out from the day's activities. I went to the foot of the bed and did not move an inch until it was time for breakfast. I got lots of belly rubs and ear scratches from Tony when he got up. And we again drove him to work and picked him up in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mommie and Daddy had a hard time finding an activity they could do that did not include me. They are so used to planning outings with me in mind. And they also wanted to stay within driving distance of the sitter so they could return right away if there was a problem. Eventually they just drove around on Saturday not wanting to go home coz I would not be there. They were pretty bummed when they opened the front door and I was not there to greet them. Good thing Donna kept them updated with how I was doing with emails otherwise I don't think Mommie would survive. Teehee! The next day they went out with some friends before picking me up. When they finally came to pick me up, Mommie was all excited to see me. I was a bit aloof and just sniffed her a bit before returning to Fred in the kitchen. As Donna filled Mommie in our activities and how happy they were with me, I just sat across the room looking at Mommie. She waved to me but I did not come. Even though I had all sorts of fun with Donna and her family, I was not letting Mommie off that easily. Eventually she got the hint and apologized for leaving me. As soon as I heard that I went into her arms and cuddled. She gave me belly rubs and put me on her lap and I licked her hand like I always do. All is forgiven Momma. Teehee! Just don't ever leave me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3550867628779620814?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3550867628779620814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3550867628779620814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3550867628779620814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3550867628779620814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-without-mommie.html' title='A Night Without Mommie'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2443736634385721250</id><published>2011-03-29T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:02:00.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downsized!</title><content type='html'>It's so crowded here at home. When Mommie and I moved in, we brought a bunch of stuff from our place. Combined with Daddy and Grandma's stuff, there is just not enough space for everything. We've already donated a lot and sold some stuff at a garage sale but still we need to make more space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my poor bed was a victim of the downsizing effort. It used to be so big. I could roll around in it and have a lot of my toys in bed with me. When Mommie told me of her intentions, I tried to stop her. When she took out the scissors, I rolled around in it over and over in protest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM--yPu4YM0/TZJ5I0aaA-I/AAAAAAAABh4/wK2mWI-yuZ8/s1600/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM--yPu4YM0/TZJ5I0aaA-I/AAAAAAAABh4/wK2mWI-yuZ8/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589663279935521762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas! Mommie was adamant about it. She reduced my bed to half it's size. Now it is just big enough to fit me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIgu9Ocf7ko/TZJ5UQSqLEI/AAAAAAAABiA/ceagzO5N7oU/s1600/IMG_1369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIgu9Ocf7ko/TZJ5UQSqLEI/AAAAAAAABiA/ceagzO5N7oU/s320/IMG_1369.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589663476397780034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2443736634385721250?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2443736634385721250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2443736634385721250&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2443736634385721250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2443736634385721250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/03/downsizing.html' title='Downsized!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xM--yPu4YM0/TZJ5I0aaA-I/AAAAAAAABh4/wK2mWI-yuZ8/s72-c/IMG_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-761874125058160486</id><published>2011-03-19T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:36:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>It keeps on raining and raining here. And whenever I go out to pee in the terrace, I squint my eyes coz the rain hits my face. I hesitate to proceed to my pee spot but Mom tells me not to hesistate and just go for it. She put up a plastic tablecloth to act as a roof for me so at least I am not getting wet while I pee but there is no way to tie it so that it can reach the door. So between the door and my roof, I get wet. She says if I run quickly to the roof, I won't get too wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has stopped taking me on our daily walks coz of all the rain. Sniff! So today they took me to Macy's so that at least I could walk around inside. The problem is I can't pee in the store so when I felt the urge, we had to hurry to get outside. I let Mommie know it was urgent so we rushed to the nearest exit. A lady saw us approaching the door and got down on her knees. I think she thought I was hurrying to meet her. She stretched her arms out to embrace me but I went around her and out the door to the nearest bush to pee. Sorry, nice lady. I did not mean to snub you. I really had to go coz I could not hold it in anymore. If I see you next time, I will make sure to say hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-761874125058160486?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/761874125058160486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=761874125058160486&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/761874125058160486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/761874125058160486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8164830044070422462</id><published>2011-03-09T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:51:40.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Mistake</title><content type='html'>Whenever we go out to a restaurant, Mom lets me sit on my own chair coz she does not want me to be on the floor coz it is dirty under the table and there might be food on the floor that I will eat. My meds make me so hungry I will eat anything. I like sitting with the humans coz I get to see and sniff all the food and sometimes Mommie gives me some of her bread or veggies. The view is much better from up there, too. I get lots of pats from the wait staff and the people passing by. The waiters always put food in front of everyone so I know if you get a plate of food put in front of you, it is for you to eat. Unfortunately, when we are at a restaurant, all I get put in front of me is my usual cup of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is my barkday or if it is Christmas, I get to have my own table and little chair to eat a special meal. But I see that even for normal days, sitting at the table means you get food if you're human. So what I do now is whenever I see them preparing a meal, I hop up on a chair and wait to be served. I give them my most expectant look but it has not worked so far coz by the time they put food on the table, they either  ask me to hop off the chair or move me to a seat with no food in front of it. But I am always hopeful someday I will get served a meal there. Mommie feeds me before they prepare their meal because I am on a strict meal schedule coz of my medicine. So her usual line is, 'You already ate, Casper.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday, I thought my day had finally come. I was sitting on the sofa watching tv when Mommie placed a tray table in front of me. Then she put a plate of food on it and went to the kitchen to get water. The plate had a yummy smelling crepe on it. So I licked the crepe to taste it. Daddy caught me and told Mommie immediately. They said I was a naughty boy coz the dessert was not for me. It was an innocent mistake. She put it on the table in front of me so naturally I thought she was serving it to me. Wouldn't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8164830044070422462?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8164830044070422462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8164830044070422462&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8164830044070422462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8164830044070422462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/03/innocent-mistake.html' title='Innocent Mistake'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5396003190162362335</id><published>2011-03-01T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:24:50.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Barkday Today!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the wonderful barkday wishes from everyone. I am 9 years old today. My last year in the single digits. Oh my! How time flies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took me to a beach in Half Moon Bay last week for my advanced barkday outing. I walked all the way to the water and got my little paws wet. What fun! I used to be afraid of the surf and would run away from it. But the water was calm so I walked right into the water. If Mommie did not stop me, I would have waded all the way in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzSQYy39N0/TW239lWMUHI/AAAAAAAABhY/xg_o5cz2QxI/s1600/IMG_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzSQYy39N0/TW239lWMUHI/AAAAAAAABhY/xg_o5cz2QxI/s320/IMG_1256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317782007009394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my walk we had lunch at Sam's Chowder House. While waiting for a table, a little girl played with me. We finally got a table with a view of the ocean. So nice here. I got to eat some of the bread that they served. Yummm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqsvqPkHp2c/TW236ERlBiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/UVJs23IGJmA/s1600/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kqsvqPkHp2c/TW236ERlBiI/AAAAAAAABhQ/UVJs23IGJmA/s320/IMG_1260.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317721589679650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mom baked me a barkday pupcake. She let me eat half of it only to make sure my tummy does not get upset. But it is so yummy. I keep smelling the air near the table where she put the other half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEUyMRBS6Sw/TW23QH1pVoI/AAAAAAAABgw/tZzHnm409Kg/s1600/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEUyMRBS6Sw/TW23QH1pVoI/AAAAAAAABgw/tZzHnm409Kg/s320/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317000991757954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also got me balloons and some dried chicken treats. The treats are also super delicious. I wish I could eat them all. I popped one of my balloons already. I will save the other one for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdKhae0WNrg/TW23MDHAe_I/AAAAAAAABgo/g9q2oZLk8Nw/s1600/IMG_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xdKhae0WNrg/TW23MDHAe_I/AAAAAAAABgo/g9q2oZLk8Nw/s320/IMG_1306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316931002924018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWSOFofV7QY/TW23H36zaXI/AAAAAAAABgg/wqJB1tV21Sk/s1600/IMG_1314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GWSOFofV7QY/TW23H36zaXI/AAAAAAAABgg/wqJB1tV21Sk/s320/IMG_1314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316859279468914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fCu5GQyTGs/TW22__TykGI/AAAAAAAABgY/EBl7OWt1gcE/s1600/IMG_1316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7fCu5GQyTGs/TW22__TykGI/AAAAAAAABgY/EBl7OWt1gcE/s320/IMG_1316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316723824365666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another gift they got me was .... my own room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxGsHRoeREI/TW23TwSGkyI/AAAAAAAABg4/C8KQprZIxVc/s1600/IMG_1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxGsHRoeREI/TW23TwSGkyI/AAAAAAAABg4/C8KQprZIxVc/s320/IMG_1295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317063388140322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's neat-o! You can fold it up so anywhere I go, I can take my room with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DARJt-womrU/TW224pxXBgI/AAAAAAAABgQ/22FydNm5BPQ/s1600/IMG_1318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DARJt-womrU/TW224pxXBgI/AAAAAAAABgQ/22FydNm5BPQ/s320/IMG_1318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579316597783725570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so spacious. All my pals can fit in it. We put the blanket that Cappy's Mommie made for me in there. It fits just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sui3cGv4Ck/TW23XsfpOBI/AAAAAAAABhA/vvI1Htsokl4/s1600/IMG_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6sui3cGv4Ck/TW23XsfpOBI/AAAAAAAABhA/vvI1Htsokl4/s320/IMG_1287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317131090671634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the room makes me sleepy. Time to snooze with my doggie pals. Good night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ST3sAccMtvs/TW23bA1w3KI/AAAAAAAABhI/YsrK8XVJJsI/s1600/IMG_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ST3sAccMtvs/TW23bA1w3KI/AAAAAAAABhI/YsrK8XVJJsI/s320/IMG_1284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579317188091763874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Prince Peepers got me some delicious doggie treats! And Candy and Princess sent me this awesome bandana. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82TAsOygKLc/TZJ3usJp-cI/AAAAAAAABhw/Oz_GM6UfY3A/s1600/IMG_1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-82TAsOygKLc/TZJ3usJp-cI/AAAAAAAABhw/Oz_GM6UfY3A/s320/IMG_1375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589661731529554370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5396003190162362335?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5396003190162362335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5396003190162362335&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5396003190162362335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5396003190162362335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-barkday-today.html' title='It&apos;s My Barkday Today!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UzSQYy39N0/TW239lWMUHI/AAAAAAAABhY/xg_o5cz2QxI/s72-c/IMG_1256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-192919819225012093</id><published>2011-02-06T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:10:52.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothless Wonder</title><content type='html'>Gee, I sure am getting old. The other night as we were getting ready for bed, I plonked down onto the bed and was about to doze off when I suddenly found something in my mouth. I chewed on it coz I thought it was food. Eventually, Mommie heard me chewing something and investigated. She got a hard object from my mouth. It took them a while to figure out that it was a tooth. She opened my mouth to check inside and found that my back molar on the bottom was gone. So that was what it was. Sigh! My tooth fell out just like that. I guess I should be happy it did not hurt or bleed or anything. But what if my other teeth fall out too? I don't want to be a toothless wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel better, they took me out to an Asian strip mall for Chinese New Year. We sat outside a restaurant and watched the festivities. There were lots of people at the strip mall and there was a dragon dance going on. Mommie was planning on taking my picture with the dragon but they started lighting firecrackers. I was so scared at the sound, I jumped right out of my chair. It sounded like guns firing every which way. Mommie picked me up and took me around the corner. She did not know there were gonna be fireworks and kept apologizing for scaring me. After a bit, I calmed down and we proceeded to have lunch. She gave me some of her bread so I think that made it all worthwhile. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my latest bloodwork from a couple of weeks ago has my PCV at 45 and my platelets at 43K. So still pretty much the same for the past few bloodtests. My platelet count is low coz the doc said they are clumped but since I am not showing any symptoms she said it should be ok not to redo the test. My liver enzymes are still elevated. I am drinking and peeing much more but she said nothing in my bloodwork explains it. I am just so thirsty all the time. I am going through my peepad supply pretty fast these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-192919819225012093?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/192919819225012093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=192919819225012093&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/192919819225012093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/192919819225012093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/02/toothless-wonder.html' title='Toothless Wonder'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-789807466322889711</id><published>2011-01-22T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T09:55:56.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Up</title><content type='html'>It's been months since we moved to Daddy's place but our stuff is still not all there. So we spent the whole weekend packing so that we will finally be completely moved in. At first I did not understand what was going on. Mommie kept putting boxes on the floor and of course for me that meant, getting into them and taking a ride. But instead of taking me for my ride, she would shoo me away and put stuff in it and seal it up. That brought up another mystery. Usually when I see boxes, it is for me to open, but today seemed like opposite day as Mommie was sealing them up. I pawed a few and looked at her to ask if I was to open them but she explained that we were moving everything so I should not open any of them. She said my getting into the boxes and wanting to open them was not helping. So all I could do this weekend was supervise. I made sure Mommie and Daddy were packing stuff properly and not forgetting my treats and toys. I inspected all the work they did with my trusty nose. I am sure they will appreciate my help more once it comes to unpacking coz that is my forte. Teehee! At the end of the day, all that supervising left me exhausted. Whenever we got home, I just went up to bed and crashed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-789807466322889711?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/789807466322889711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=789807466322889711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/789807466322889711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/789807466322889711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/01/packing-up.html' title='Packing Up'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5115152617246714811</id><published>2011-01-14T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:49:52.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is The Best Eskie Feature</title><content type='html'>What physical part of an Eskie do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;The smile?&lt;br /&gt;The bushy tail?&lt;br /&gt;The furpants?&lt;br /&gt;The expressive brown eyes?&lt;br /&gt;The white eyelashes?&lt;br /&gt;The black eyeliner?&lt;br /&gt;The rubbable belly?&lt;br /&gt;The self-cleaning fur?&lt;br /&gt;The paws that smell or popcorn or cheetos?&lt;br /&gt;The black or sometimes pink noses?&lt;br /&gt;The soft triangle ears?&lt;br /&gt;The tiny row of mini front teeth between the fangs.&lt;br /&gt;The cute snout?&lt;br /&gt;Mommie has a hard time picking. Her favorite is every single part of me. She even says she likes how round the top of my head is. Silly Mommie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5115152617246714811?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5115152617246714811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5115152617246714811&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5115152617246714811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5115152617246714811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-best-eskie-feature.html' title='What Is The Best Eskie Feature'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4564340819393637470</id><published>2011-01-03T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:42:25.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2011!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! In keeping with the holiday spirit, Mommie donated some of my toys to the doggie shelter yesterday. She grabbed a bag of toys and we all got into the car. When we got to the shelter, I noticed she had Jasper in the car. I was aghast! She did not plan to give Jasper away did she? I made all sorts of protesting noises and was quite upset when she parked. Thank goodness she grabbed the bag of toys but left Jasper safely in the car with me and Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain stopped for a bit so we were able to go out for a walk. We walked around an outdoor mall and went to the bookstore. A nice old man gave me his seat so I had a comfy chair while Mommie checked out some books. It was a nice spot for people to come by and pet me. One lady said my fur was soft as silk and another was fascinated by my white eyelashes. Everyone said I was such a good doggie. It was nice to get so many pats and compliments. By the time we left it was raining again so Mommie carried me back to the car while Daddy held the umbrella so I would not get wet. I felt so spoiled. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are just relaxing at home. The holidays are over so Mommie has to go back to work tomorrow. Yuk! I wish it was holidays all year round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4564340819393637470?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4564340819393637470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4564340819393637470&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4564340819393637470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4564340819393637470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-944397468478712514</id><published>2010-12-27T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:28:16.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had as great a Christmas as I did. I got some really pretty greeting cards and one from my pals Yukon and Kiska had their doggie smell in it and even some of Kiska's fur. I took lots time sniffing their card. My pal Candy also sent me this awesome bandana. It has some glitters on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl6i7XgpiI/AAAAAAAABeA/eJA2O0uCSUo/s1600/IMG_0992.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555606355808658978 style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl6i7XgpiI/AAAAAAAABeA/eJA2O0uCSUo/s320/IMG_0992.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mommie let me play with this Coca Cola soda bottle. It is shaped like a ball so it was really fun to play with. It would roll all over so I kept chasing it. She wrapped up the top part so I would not get hurt while chewing on the opening. I think I would make a great Coke spokesdoggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9Wqdo0BI/AAAAAAAABeI/zqSu-E6UAfM/s1600/IMG_0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555609443647410194 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9Wqdo0BI/AAAAAAAABeI/zqSu-E6UAfM/s320/IMG_0982.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Grandma got me this alligator stuffie. I love playing with it. See me opening it up in the video below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-29102e9fec93a870" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29102e9fec93a870%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E39DBE101DBEC50C1DA546DD315581E0FFB00E6.29E99D7DCB8C3B6A715D2EB0F6A96C0509CB6B38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29102e9fec93a870%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpg7QKXC2VtAqEbn5dOfgBlgXvG4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D29102e9fec93a870%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E39DBE101DBEC50C1DA546DD315581E0FFB00E6.29E99D7DCB8C3B6A715D2EB0F6A96C0509CB6B38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D29102e9fec93a870%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dpg7QKXC2VtAqEbn5dOfgBlgXvG4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9v3vWzrI/AAAAAAAABeQ/30ABljE2_P8/s1600/IMG_0990.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555609876708118194 style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9v3vWzrI/AAAAAAAABeQ/30ABljE2_P8/s320/IMG_0990.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mommie and Daddy also got me some delicious Wellness wet food and this balloon dog they called Jorge (they pronounced it Horheh). He lasted only a few seconds coz one swipe of my paw promptly deflated him. Poor Jorge! Now he is just 2-dimensional. Sniff! Mommie propped him up against the wall near my water bowl so he can still stand up. While I was drinking water, I stopped and gave him a kiss on the nose before continuing to drink. I felt I had to kiss him to say sorry for flattening him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9-e4J4bI/AAAAAAAABeY/vK6lVl3oCRw/s1600/IMG_0994.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555610127732171186 style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl9-e4J4bI/AAAAAAAABeY/vK6lVl3oCRw/s320/IMG_0994.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl-Rp_Ge2I/AAAAAAAABeg/TtZxOZawRXE/s1600/IMG_1016.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555610457131613026 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl-Rp_Ge2I/AAAAAAAABeg/TtZxOZawRXE/s320/IMG_1016.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My new cousins from Wisconsin sent me a cute pink piggie stuffie. I love it! I brought it to bed with me last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl-56Lkw3I/AAAAAAAABeo/roUsXiJFljk/s1600/IMG_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611148673663858 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl-56Lkw3I/AAAAAAAABeo/roUsXiJFljk/s320/IMG_1076.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl--FWn0VI/AAAAAAAABew/t1O4dv0HUAQ/s1600/IMG_1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611220392268114 style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl--FWn0VI/AAAAAAAABew/t1O4dv0HUAQ/s320/IMG_1072.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hana's family gave me some yummy treats. It's made of sweet potato, apples and salmon. Yummm!!! Daddy even tried it and said it was good. We visited them and I played with Leslie's toys. My favorite was this ice cream stuffie. It has a rattle inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_FnbpctI/AAAAAAAABe4/sp8C4jREw7o/s1600/IMG_1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611349799236306 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_FnbpctI/AAAAAAAABe4/sp8C4jREw7o/s320/IMG_1070.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRmBs1RegTI/AAAAAAAABf4/dGJxMN-dm7I/s1600/IMG_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555614222552826162 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRmBs1RegTI/AAAAAAAABf4/dGJxMN-dm7I/s320/IMG_1066.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mommie and Daddy also took me to see some Christmas lights. We heard about this house on the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_YDB98ZI/AAAAAAAABfA/dvHoxbf_EDA/s1600/IMG_1036.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611666445365650 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_YDB98ZI/AAAAAAAABfA/dvHoxbf_EDA/s320/IMG_1036.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its got everything. A sleigh with Santa and reindeers, a ferris wheel, angels, a gingerbread house with smoke coming out of the chimney, an airplane, and much more. It even had a movie projecting on their garage door. The kids enjoyed watching the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_8um8xTI/AAAAAAAABfw/13fBXPPzA6M/s1600/IMG_1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555612296618493234 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_8um8xTI/AAAAAAAABfw/13fBXPPzA6M/s320/IMG_1040.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_2gjRadI/AAAAAAAABfo/ykhcDr0yiGQ/s1600/IMG_1029.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555612189765757394 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_2gjRadI/AAAAAAAABfo/ykhcDr0yiGQ/s320/IMG_1029.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_uCfadqI/AAAAAAAABfg/C5oTN0t9Qe8/s1600/IMG_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555612044257556130 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_uCfadqI/AAAAAAAABfg/C5oTN0t9Qe8/s320/IMG_1028.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_p0mfPvI/AAAAAAAABfY/xBO1tg2y2KE/s1600/IMG_1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611971809656562 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_p0mfPvI/AAAAAAAABfY/xBO1tg2y2KE/s320/IMG_1027.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_mH_nrQI/AAAAAAAABfQ/LDvAX25l5-M/s1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611908295863554 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_mH_nrQI/AAAAAAAABfQ/LDvAX25l5-M/s320/IMG_1025.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_fssVUGI/AAAAAAAABfI/W9GvAbn-tvU/s1600/IMG_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555611797887996002 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl_fssVUGI/AAAAAAAABfI/W9GvAbn-tvU/s320/IMG_1021.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope I get even more prezzies when I see my other cousins in January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-944397468478712514?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=29102e9fec93a870&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/944397468478712514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=944397468478712514&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/944397468478712514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/944397468478712514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TRl6i7XgpiI/AAAAAAAABeA/eJA2O0uCSUo/s72-c/IMG_0992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5402139516111434037</id><published>2010-12-15T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:57:29.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackmail Via Poopoo</title><content type='html'>With Grandma out of town, I am back to being by myself when everyone is at work. I don't like being left alone. I got used to having Grandma with me. I feel so abandoned. And I know when they are about to leave coz they coax me to go potty. Usually I am the one who initiates the potty session. I will paw someone to let me go or sit by the door to signal that I need to go. But if they are the ones who initiate it that means I will be left behind and they want to ensure I have emptied myself so there will be no accidents. So I tried not going when they ask hoping they would not leave me. Sometimes it works coz they are afraid if they leave and I have not done the deed, they will find poop when they come home. But mostly it just delays things coz they really have to go to work and can't be late. Daddy tried walking me a couple of times before to induce pooping. I can't help but potty when I go for a walk. I do not mind if they leave me after I have a walk because I am pretty tired so I just fall asleep. It's been raining so I haven't gone for a walk for days. So I thought of a plan to get him to walk me. I waited until it was nearly time for him to go to work, then I wiped my bottom on the floor to signal I wanted to potty. Then I ran to my leash to show him he had to walk me. But instead he just let me out to the terrace coz he thought I was ready to go immediately. So I had to keep dragging my butt all over the floor but refusing to go to the terrace. Finally he got the idea that I would only potty if I got to walk and if I did not walk I would poop as soon as he left coz I was already ready to go. He laughingly told Mommie how I was blackmailing him. Threatening to potty inside if he did not walk me. It worked though coz he walked me. Nyahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5402139516111434037?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5402139516111434037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5402139516111434037&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5402139516111434037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5402139516111434037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/blackmail-via-poopoo.html' title='Blackmail Via Poopoo'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1806628112270008945</id><published>2010-12-14T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:47:13.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Being Outside</title><content type='html'>Oh boy! I got to go for a walk for two days in a row. I've been a bundle of energy these past few days and kept going to my leash to give the 'Let's Go For A Walk' signal so finally Mommie and Daddy took me to the nearby tennis court so I could sniff around and investigate and walk around off-leash. Ah the freedom! It felt so good to be outdoors and unfettered. I love being outside! On the second day, I even ran after a tennis ball we found. I ran so fast I almost overtook the ball and had to put on the brakes. Mommie could hear my nails on the concrete screeching me to a halt and my behind almost went up in the air from the sudden stop. After a couple of runs I got tired so we went home and I went straight to bed. Maybe we can go again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1806628112270008945?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1806628112270008945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1806628112270008945&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1806628112270008945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1806628112270008945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-being-outside.html' title='I Love Being Outside'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7351103302045042297</id><published>2010-12-07T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:59:56.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuckle Buddy</title><content type='html'>Grandma has gone out of town so I'm gonna be all by myself again while everyone is at work. Sniff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got me this Chuckle Buddy dog to keep me company so I won't be lonely. It is a hoot! It keeps rolling all over the floor while laughing. The laughter is a bit maniacal which is quite creepy so we did not have the whole video with the laughter on. But it is fun to play with. I try my best to grab ahold of it but the tail keeps smacking me away. When I am successful at catching it, I keep it from moving so I can groom it. Mommie swears the laughing did not sound that scary in the store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TP53poOR8qI/AAAAAAAABd0/93VfId8SH0Q/s1600/IMG_0917.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548003348022686370 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TP53poOR8qI/AAAAAAAABd0/93VfId8SH0Q/s320/IMG_0917.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bf21cb8191445488" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf21cb8191445488%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D853D1A5ADC86739BB9E553C3EA04B56F71095B89.3D320535F12AF7E2B0BBE2762D8B7C5882CBB5BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf21cb8191445488%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqqnU60uLAXSt3jdW00rrIXyvqY4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbf21cb8191445488%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320874%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D853D1A5ADC86739BB9E553C3EA04B56F71095B89.3D320535F12AF7E2B0BBE2762D8B7C5882CBB5BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbf21cb8191445488%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqqnU60uLAXSt3jdW00rrIXyvqY4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7351103302045042297?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bf21cb8191445488&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6bd22a5595d62c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7351103302045042297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7351103302045042297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7351103302045042297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7351103302045042297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/chuckle-buddy.html' title='Chuckle Buddy'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TP53poOR8qI/AAAAAAAABd0/93VfId8SH0Q/s72-c/IMG_0917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5079259349632095643</id><published>2010-12-05T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:42:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing Coat</title><content type='html'>My timing is off this year. All summer long my fur kept coming in thicker and thicker. And now that it is so cold, it is falling out in bunches. Everyday Mommie finds little balls of my fur all over the floor and bed. I still have a lot of fur but my pink belly is starting to show already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5079259349632095643?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5079259349632095643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5079259349632095643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5079259349632095643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5079259349632095643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/12/blowing-coat.html' title='Blowing Coat'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6800322896664638565</id><published>2010-11-30T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:11:50.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Stairs</title><content type='html'>Mommie had planned to get me doggie stairs for Christmas but decided to get it early so I could start using it immediately. They are on sale at the Walgreens store for just $10. At Bed, Bath and Beyond, it is $40 but I guess it is much pricier there coz it looks more fancy and has 4 steps instead of 3. But I am good with the Walgreens one coz I do not need it to be too high. The three steps are good enough to get me up on the bed. I've still been having a hard time jumping on and off the bed. When I jump off, I land on my feet and it hurts so I have to limp for a bit before I can walk properly. It happens to my front foot sometimes but sometimes my back foot. So what I have been doing is I will go to the edge and ask to be carried down the bed. Sometimes I am thirsty and look at my water bowl on the floor longingly while waiting for someone to carry me down. But now that I have my doggie stairs, I can go up and down as I please. Wheee! But that first morning, I was so sleepy I forgot about the stairs and rushed to jump on the bed after I went for my morning pee and poop session. I did not make it and my belly hit the side of the bed and I fell to the floor. Ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6800322896664638565?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6800322896664638565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6800322896664638565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6800322896664638565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6800322896664638565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/11/doggie-stairs.html' title='Doggie Stairs'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6531922158020092925</id><published>2010-11-18T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:32:27.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousins</title><content type='html'>I love my cousins and they love me, too. But they like to play with my toys and sometimes I do not want to share. I usually carry them to the other side of the room away from them. Haha! But sometimes I am good and let them since they do not come to visit that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TNyWSg1E0TI/AAAAAAAABdk/Er5_b9SUc7A/s1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TNyWSg1E0TI/AAAAAAAABdk/Er5_b9SUc7A/s320/cousins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538466886553227570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6531922158020092925?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6531922158020092925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6531922158020092925&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6531922158020092925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6531922158020092925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-cousins.html' title='My Cousins'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TNyWSg1E0TI/AAAAAAAABdk/Er5_b9SUc7A/s72-c/cousins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4850882807670749546</id><published>2010-11-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:35:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Itching To Go Out</title><content type='html'>I have been itching to go out for weeks now. But alas it was not to be. I was supposed to spend Halloween with my pals Luna and Loki but I was not able to go. I fell off the bed at 2am on Thursday of last week and have not fully recovered. I was sleeping soundly and turned over and fell off. Mommie and Daddy woke up when they heard me land on the floor. They checked my gums and said they were very pale. It took a while for the color to return and when it came time to eat my breakfast, I did not have any appetite. Mommie had to coax me to eat enough so I could take my medication. And when they were at work, I threw up. Good thing Grandma was there to take care of me. Mommie keeps telling me not to sleep on the edge but I love it there. I love to dangle my feet over the edge. Sometimes I dangle my head, too. When we go to bed at night, I am in between Mommie and Daddy coz I like to have my bedtime cuddle but after a while it gets too hot for me coz they have the blanket and comforter so once they are asleep, I move to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been jumping on and off the bed the past few days. I will wait for Mommie to carry me on or off it. I did try this morning but my leg hurt when I landed so am not gonna try it again for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, Mommie's alarm did not go off. She thinks it may have gotten disabled when her phone fell the night before. I was so sleepy even I did not get up. I usually get up at 6am coz I know it is breakfast time. But yesterday, I just snoozed away. When Daddy woke up at 830, he asked Mommie if I had eaten and of course I had not. So they were in a panic to wake me up to feed me breakfast and my medication. They said my gums were pale again. So Mommie decided not to let me go visit with Luna and Loki and to just have me spend a quiet Halloween at home. Sniff! I was so looking forward to my play date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4850882807670749546?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4850882807670749546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4850882807670749546&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4850882807670749546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4850882807670749546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/11/itching-to-go-out.html' title='Itching To Go Out'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-756930337784488511</id><published>2010-10-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T08:39:55.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Tips From Dogtown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL_VILwHraI/AAAAAAAABdQ/bqgupjm24Do/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL_VILwHraI/AAAAAAAABdQ/bqgupjm24Do/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530373204004548002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new book report assignment from Miss Anna at the &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/"&gt;National Geographic Society&lt;/a&gt;. This time it is their new book, Dog Tips From Dogtown - A Relationship Manual for You and Your Dog. It is full of great ideas for potential dog owners as well as those who already have dogs. And this expert advice comes straight from the trainers at Dogtown! I am sure they have experienced all sorts of doggie behaviors over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, they advocate adoption. There are way too many wonderful dogs out there just waiting for that right person and furever home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book walks you through all the things to consider before adding a doggie to your household. Then goes on to basic training instructions and also some troubleshooting tricks in case you run into issues with your new charge. So even if you already have a dog, this book has useful information for you. And I really like that they stress the power of positive reinforcement. Treats, toys, pats and kind words are way better than scary angry words any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is available anywhere books are sold. A portion of the proceeds from the book goes to Best Friends Animal Society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to buy my copy, contact me. We are planning to give the money from the book to Eskie rescue. I will even sign it with my pawtograph. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: My pal Geno has offered to buy my copy. We've asked him what his favorite Eskie Rescue group is and that is where we will send the funds. Thanks Geno and for all those who expressed interest in buying the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL_VCzrYucI/AAAAAAAABdI/S5XTmdA0IBE/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL_VCzrYucI/AAAAAAAABdI/S5XTmdA0IBE/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530373111642896834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-756930337784488511?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/756930337784488511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=756930337784488511&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/756930337784488511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/756930337784488511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/10/dog-tips-from-dogtown.html' title='Dog Tips From Dogtown'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL_VILwHraI/AAAAAAAABdQ/bqgupjm24Do/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3519372341572305867</id><published>2010-10-18T15:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T13:24:43.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Bond...</title><content type='html'>Casper Bond. Teehee! Here I am in my tuxedo. Mommie even made a small satin rose for my outfit so I'd have a boutonniere, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZKf0LGUI/AAAAAAAABcg/NVS1QWSdEU8/s1600/DSC_4893u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZKf0LGUI/AAAAAAAABcg/NVS1QWSdEU8/s320/DSC_4893u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166535563974978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Mommie adjusting my bowtie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZS2KIx8I/AAAAAAAABcw/AGRe-rmu678/s1600/DSC_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZS2KIx8I/AAAAAAAABcw/AGRe-rmu678/s320/DSC_5027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166679000631234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few shots of me during the big day. I even have a new harness to match my fancy duds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZOkvrPMI/AAAAAAAABco/W-zCkozqSJo/s1600/pix2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZOkvrPMI/AAAAAAAABco/W-zCkozqSJo/s320/pix2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166605606763714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to march down the aisle with my cousin but he got so nervous, he started crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8Zb84rLGI/AAAAAAAABdA/wJM5yMhqVwM/s1600/DSC_5152u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8Zb84rLGI/AAAAAAAABdA/wJM5yMhqVwM/s320/DSC_5152u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166835425258594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was upset, he was not going to be able to hold my leash, so I just walked down the aisle with one of the bridesmaids who did not have a partner groomsman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZWSUUAYI/AAAAAAAABc4/lo1mkqiD6tg/s1600/DSC_5149u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZWSUUAYI/AAAAAAAABc4/lo1mkqiD6tg/s320/DSC_5149u.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530166738099110274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3519372341572305867?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3519372341572305867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3519372341572305867&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3519372341572305867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3519372341572305867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-name-is-bond.html' title='My Name Is Bond...'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TL8ZKf0LGUI/AAAAAAAABcg/NVS1QWSdEU8/s72-c/DSC_4893u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3168707412596661402</id><published>2010-10-17T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:33:06.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mana From Grandpa</title><content type='html'>Sigh! Grandpa has gone home. I will sure miss him. He comes to visit every year and every year I plant myself under the dinner table in front of his chair because he always has some food falling off the table. For me, it is like mana from the heavens. Mommie says it is bad of me to eat food that fell off the table but the selection is so varied and they all taste so good. Whenever somethings falls, it is a contest between me, Mommie, Auntie or Grandma to see who can get to it first. Sometimes they are able to pick it up before I eat it but sometimes I am too quick for them. One time, a whole chicken pot pie fell and landed right in front of me. I was so startled at the size of my prize, I hesitated. I could not believe my luck that such a huge portion came my way. Then, Mommie swooped down to pick me up and Auntie picked up the pie and cleaned up the floor. Darn it! That was a missed opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3168707412596661402?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3168707412596661402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3168707412596661402&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3168707412596661402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3168707412596661402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/10/mana-from-grandpa.html' title='Mana From Grandpa'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-540824205051822464</id><published>2010-10-06T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T19:21:53.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has been a very busy few weeks for us. We are finally starting to settle into our new family life. I am already reaping the benefits coz Dad has Animal Planet so we were able to see my pal Atka's tv debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have quieted down since the wedding but the wedding stuff is still piled up waiting for Mommie to put away. She is lazy to do so and wants a break from all the wedding stuff. Haha! The big day was wonderful and I got to participate. Everyone said I was the most behaved doggie they had ever met. Relatives and friends who had not met me before said I was cuter in real life. Awww shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up real early to nose around and there were people walking here and there doing stuff so I had to make sure I was in the middle of it all. It was a nice cool day so I did not feel hot in my tuxedo. Mommie even made a small satin rose for my tux. Plus she got me a neat-o harness and leash to go with my fancy duds. By the time the ceremony started I was so tired and was not up for pictures. Mommie says that is coz I did not take a nap all day but there was too much going on. Mommie hopes there will be good pictures of me at the ceremony. I hope so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after I had a huge red spot on my belly. As big as a nickel! It started to fade the next day so all is well. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle gave them a trip for their honeymoon so they were gone for a few days. My new Grandma took care of me. We had a good time and played ball and watched tv. They would call every evening to check up on us but we were doing fine. Grandma spoiled me with carrots. Yumm! She made sure there were always cut up carrots in the refrigerator ready for me to eat. And I took care of her, too. She has nasty nightmares and I made sure to wake her up when she had an episode. And I made sure she let me out to potty before she left the house. When Mommie came home, I would not leave her side. I followed her around the house all day. But when she goes to work these days I say goodbye from the top of the stairs and when she closes the door, I run back up to be with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steve/Chris, Kari/Steve, Sue/Steve/Siku/Quinn for the gifts. Mommie and Daddy love the house stuff but I especially enjoy the cow stuffie. Hmmm, it seems most every Dad's name is Steve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-540824205051822464?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/540824205051822464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=540824205051822464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/540824205051822464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/540824205051822464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/10/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1255003152416670612</id><published>2010-08-27T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T19:25:07.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Your A Spoiled Doggie When...</title><content type='html'>...your future Daddy makes a special trip to the grocery store just to buy you doggie ice cream coz it is such a hot day. Teehee! Even the cashier said so coz that was the only thing he bought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1255003152416670612?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1255003152416670612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1255003152416670612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1255003152416670612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1255003152416670612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-your-spoiled-doggie-when.html' title='You Know Your A Spoiled Doggie When...'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7710450036928723428</id><published>2010-08-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:43:41.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Have A Daddy!</title><content type='html'>Oh boy! I am getting a Daddy next month. Wheee! He loves to play with me and we goof around a lot. He has lots more energy than Mommie so he is able to play longer with me. We run around the living room a lot with my toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lots of spoiling and belly rubs from him. When Mommie goes to the store to buy my dog food or tushie wipes, the usual boring stuff, he will pick up some treat for me as a bonus to make it a special trip. Even when we are not together, he calls my name constantly. Teehee! Silly Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, he tastes yummy. Haha! Before, I always lick Mommie's hands and feet. It is a compulsion I cannot stop. Mommie says it might be OCD. It only started after I got sick. Now, I lick Daddy more than Mommie coz he tastes better. I will hold his whole arm in place so I can clean it thoroughly. And I slap off his slippers so I can clean his feet, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes good care of me, too. Before I did not want to go potty for him coz he was rough wiping my behind. But now, he is more gentle so sometimes, I ask for him instead of Mommie when I want to go potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, when he asks for kisses, I always refused. I would turn my head away or use my feet to push him away with all my might. I only my kiss Mommie. But when it was official that he was gonna be my Daddy, I gave him a kiss on the nose, too. Now I always give him kisses when he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGVn6lqEJUI/AAAAAAAABas/jiiks1pB3eM/s1600/belat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGVn6lqEJUI/AAAAAAAABas/jiiks1pB3eM/s320/belat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504920375768917314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7710450036928723428?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7710450036928723428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7710450036928723428&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7710450036928723428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7710450036928723428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/08/daddy.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Have A Daddy!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGVn6lqEJUI/AAAAAAAABas/jiiks1pB3eM/s72-c/belat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3815616869583158578</id><published>2010-08-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:49:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bandana Boy</title><content type='html'>Oh boy! A package from my new pal Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIPCthqaDI/AAAAAAAABak/69PadVwTGzg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIPCthqaDI/AAAAAAAABak/69PadVwTGzg/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503978233855109170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIO-3Hq2hI/AAAAAAAABac/9TZhBUqF4Y4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIO-3Hq2hI/AAAAAAAABac/9TZhBUqF4Y4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503978167710964242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipppppppp!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was able to open the whole flap with one good tug but Mommie's camera was too slow to capture it. She should have used the video setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIO7e4nIzI/AAAAAAAABaU/ufEEy1jGqgs/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIO7e4nIzI/AAAAAAAABaU/ufEEy1jGqgs/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503978109665747762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOxCRBefI/AAAAAAAABaM/ABmhczMJLSM/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOxCRBefI/AAAAAAAABaM/ABmhczMJLSM/s320/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977930184817138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a bandana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOudb1hvI/AAAAAAAABaE/kA7gOLimjBg/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOudb1hvI/AAAAAAAABaE/kA7gOLimjBg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977885938321138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! Thanks Candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOohuOxNI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ha0DgPR2ksY/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOohuOxNI/AAAAAAAABZ8/ha0DgPR2ksY/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977784009999570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom! I'm ticklish. Don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOko-xW-I/AAAAAAAABZ0/zaqs-PDeC2Y/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOko-xW-I/AAAAAAAABZ0/zaqs-PDeC2Y/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977717238946786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom no, that tickles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOhnsI5RI/AAAAAAAABZs/lRHzXOKy63M/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOhnsI5RI/AAAAAAAABZs/lRHzXOKy63M/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977665352754450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOceZ82yI/AAAAAAAABZk/DT1mib9oRlw/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIOceZ82yI/AAAAAAAABZk/DT1mib9oRlw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977576961202978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the other bandana. Thanks Candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN-Ak-ofI/AAAAAAAABZc/T5mRKu2Y7GA/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN-Ak-ofI/AAAAAAAABZc/T5mRKu2Y7GA/s320/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503977053558317554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN6D2nsLI/AAAAAAAABZU/diaUSy3m8UY/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN6D2nsLI/AAAAAAAABZU/diaUSy3m8UY/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976985718141106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough pictures Mommie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN1-GCKNI/AAAAAAAABZM/t4ToT3mnuW4/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIN1-GCKNI/AAAAAAAABZM/t4ToT3mnuW4/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503976915452700882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3815616869583158578?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3815616869583158578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3815616869583158578&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3815616869583158578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3815616869583158578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/08/bandana-boy.html' title='Bandana Boy'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TGIPCthqaDI/AAAAAAAABak/69PadVwTGzg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2952065964361059320</id><published>2010-07-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:00:02.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Committee</title><content type='html'>Any minute now Mommie will be returning from work. I can't wait to see her. Everyday I keep my ears peeled for the sound of the garage door. And I zoom over to the door so that as soon as it opens, the first thing she sees is my smiling face and wagging tail. Sometimes I get so excited I wag my tail so much that my whole body shakes. The first thing we do after a quick pat on the head, is run out so I can pee. Then I get my treat and a belly rub. And I rub my face on Mommie's leg to get more pats and hugs. Once I've had enough I sit in front of the tv and stare at it until it turns on. Once I see a program on the television, I relax and lie down or play with my toys. My job as the welcoming committee is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2952065964361059320?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2952065964361059320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2952065964361059320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2952065964361059320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2952065964361059320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/07/welcoming-committee.html' title='Welcoming Committee'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5228480760410302648</id><published>2010-07-12T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:03:48.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wine Country Eskie Meet</title><content type='html'>Saturday was super fun! I got to go to an Eskie meet in Napa Valley. I met my blogging pals Teddy and Sierra and I got to meet Jackson who is a mini Eskie like me. He is my pal from the Eskie board. And my gal pal Abby was there. Too bad Ramses could not come coz he was still recovering from a bout of HGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up at the Alpha Omega winery. It was so pretty and relaxing there. The staff was great and brought out bottles of wine for tasting. Mommie does not drink and I am not allowed anymore but everyone else was enjoying the wine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkIvkx6_I/AAAAAAAABWU/CL4sdgrGYSQ/s1600/eskie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkIvkx6_I/AAAAAAAABWU/CL4sdgrGYSQ/s320/eskie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094271880915954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jackson. Isn't he a cutie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkbHH-uJI/AAAAAAAABWs/F45LBPjlYaI/s1600/eskie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkbHH-uJI/AAAAAAAABWs/F45LBPjlYaI/s320/eskie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094587440216210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is just a little bit bigger than me. The chair was just the right size for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkWOYXQSI/AAAAAAAABWk/wqU1Nf0J7jM/s1600/eskie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkWOYXQSI/AAAAAAAABWk/wqU1Nf0J7jM/s320/eskie3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094503488635170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Abby, Teddy and Jackson enjoying the shade under the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkSpvKOUI/AAAAAAAABWc/JzqIJIHENCg/s1600/eskie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkSpvKOUI/AAAAAAAABWc/JzqIJIHENCg/s320/eskie4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094442112530754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closeup of Abby. Her Mommie was in Napa the same day I was last here. We even went to the same places but missed each other by just a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtk1cPlX7I/AAAAAAAABXc/wirRAq9zMJw/s1600/eskie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtk1cPlX7I/AAAAAAAABXc/wirRAq9zMJw/s320/eskie5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095039785852850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winery had this big grassy area and this cool fountain. Mommie let me run around a little and sniff my way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtky-lzFDI/AAAAAAAABXU/Ijr31RUGqbc/s1600/eskie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtky-lzFDI/AAAAAAAABXU/Ijr31RUGqbc/s320/eskie6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094997466223666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Teddy wanted to taste the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkwyya7gI/AAAAAAAABXM/YnX184fQz_4/s1600/eskie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkwyya7gI/AAAAAAAABXM/YnX184fQz_4/s320/eskie7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094959938203138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 40 pounds and looks like my big brother but he is younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkufPZGwI/AAAAAAAABXE/5ETDwgHU0JE/s1600/eskie8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkufPZGwI/AAAAAAAABXE/5ETDwgHU0JE/s320/eskie8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094920331270914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winery also had these picnic benches. The area where we were had even fancier tables and chairs but Mommie did not have a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkrhbGK2I/AAAAAAAABW8/gRE1EJ_rtvs/s1600/eskie9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkrhbGK2I/AAAAAAAABW8/gRE1EJ_rtvs/s320/eskie9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094869377624930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the grassy part were all these grape vines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkpJhoFJI/AAAAAAAABW0/NMUTRU-Jb7U/s1600/eskie10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkpJhoFJI/AAAAAAAABW0/NMUTRU-Jb7U/s320/eskie10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493094828602823826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are trying our best to get a group shot. You can click the image to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlSn8qM4I/AAAAAAAABX8/bvzyuAK7nFE/s1600/eskie11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlSn8qM4I/AAAAAAAABX8/bvzyuAK7nFE/s320/eskie11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095541143909250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our official photographer... Auntie Elise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlP1zoITI/AAAAAAAABX0/nJQw2snT_O0/s1600/eskie18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlP1zoITI/AAAAAAAABX0/nJQw2snT_O0/s320/eskie18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095493324513586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wine tasting, we all got in our cars and were off to get some lunch. Funny how everyone in the group drove Toyota cars. Here I am looking out the window, looking at Teddy looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlKfTIZ1I/AAAAAAAABXs/KOlUlFLS9KE/s1600/eskie19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlKfTIZ1I/AAAAAAAABXs/KOlUlFLS9KE/s320/eskie19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095401383290706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at the Silverado Brewing Co. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlH581fkI/AAAAAAAABXk/9QtHkmbdyQ0/s1600/eskie20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlH581fkI/AAAAAAAABXk/9QtHkmbdyQ0/s320/eskie20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095356997926466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy, Sierra and I were all excited as soon as we got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlwsLW1RI/AAAAAAAABY8/39i5qGkcm9M/s1600/eskie21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlwsLW1RI/AAAAAAAABY8/39i5qGkcm9M/s320/eskie21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493096057675371794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Uncle Jeff's birthday. The brownie and ice cream he got sure looked tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlulObW-I/AAAAAAAABY0/qs5NWTDlGQc/s1600/eskie22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlulObW-I/AAAAAAAABY0/qs5NWTDlGQc/s320/eskie22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493096021449464802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting beside Auntie Mercy. She gave me lots of loving all through lunch. Teehee! Teddy's Mommie, Auntie Mimi baked treats for everyone. They were soo good. I think Jackson and I ate way too much. Haha! But we just could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtmw1B0R0I/AAAAAAAABZE/aiWOtNSD1Ic/s1600/eskie23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtmw1B0R0I/AAAAAAAABZE/aiWOtNSD1Ic/s320/eskie23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493097159562905410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And neither could Auntie Elise and Auntie Mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlpItNltI/AAAAAAAABYk/nQPK25yY54s/s1600/eskie24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlpItNltI/AAAAAAAABYk/nQPK25yY54s/s320/eskie24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095927894611666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my eyes on the bags of treats for most of the lunch hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlkhDjp-I/AAAAAAAABYU/ngp1Kf7C47s/s1600/eskie26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlkhDjp-I/AAAAAAAABYU/ngp1Kf7C47s/s320/eskie26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095848531437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried some cute poses so that Mommie would give me some of her tritip. But to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlimw_hwI/AAAAAAAABYM/k4ncg8JCjvQ/s1600/eskie27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlimw_hwI/AAAAAAAABYM/k4ncg8JCjvQ/s320/eskie27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095815704446722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy wanted some too. He has a very unusual tongue. Some parts are purple. Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlmw4oHvI/AAAAAAAABYc/MLaZgJExIIc/s1600/eskie25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlmw4oHvI/AAAAAAAABYc/MLaZgJExIIc/s320/eskie25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095887140298482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we checked out Fideaux, the doggie boutique. Jasper was a treat monster and kept eating from the treat buckets on the floor. Haha! I checked out each bucket too but was too shy to take any. It was a super hot day so we stopped by the A&amp;W for rootbeer floats. Mommie got me a cup of water with loads of ice and laced with a little rootbeer. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlgOJzTeI/AAAAAAAABYE/rAS8pKQsjaU/s1600/eskie29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtlgOJzTeI/AAAAAAAABYE/rAS8pKQsjaU/s320/eskie29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493095774737878498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was still too excited to sleep. I rushed to play with my sheep dollie. I zonked out around midnight already. But the next day I was pretty sleepy the entire day. I can't wait for the next Eskie meet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5228480760410302648?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5228480760410302648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5228480760410302648&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5228480760410302648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5228480760410302648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/07/wine-country-eskie-meet.html' title='Wine Country Eskie Meet'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TDtkIvkx6_I/AAAAAAAABWU/CL4sdgrGYSQ/s72-c/eskie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7213722967424869145</id><published>2010-07-08T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:19:37.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Vet Visit</title><content type='html'>It has been an uneventful month for me. No new adventures to report. Sigh! Yesterday, I got to go for a car ride but it turned out it was a visit to the doctor. I got good results so that makes it all better. My PCV is up to 42%. Whoopee! But they need to redo the test for platelets coz they could not read the sample. I've also been coughing a bit so they did an x-ray and heartworm test in addition to my usual blood and peepee test. My lungs are clear and the heartworm test is negative. The doc says I am coughing coz of a collapsed trachea and that Mommie should always use a harness when walking me. The doc touched my throat a certain way and I started coughing. Sometimes I have a hard time breathing and I also make wierd noises. Mommie says I sound like a goose. And maybe that is also why I always cough after drinking. But that would mean I've had this condition all along coz as far as Mommie remembers I've always coughed after drinking. The old vet we had said it was because I drank too fast. My liver enzymes are still elevated but not worse than the last test so that is good also. All in all a pretty good report. And to celebrate, I will get to meetup with some Eskie pals on Saturday. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7213722967424869145?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7213722967424869145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7213722967424869145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7213722967424869145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7213722967424869145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/07/latest-vet-visit.html' title='Latest Vet Visit'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1701890113506834255</id><published>2010-06-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:41:08.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Filled Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've been doing really well these days. I am so full of energy and the weather has been great. I now get to take walks to go potty every few days. Mommie says my pooping in the shower is pretty convenient but for me, it still feels wonderfully natural to be able to go potty in the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Memorial day weekend, I got to go on some awesome adventures. I got to see and sniff so many new things. We drove to see the Old Faithful Geyser in Calistoga. It was pretty neat. The geyser shot hot water into the air every few minutes. In the pool of water under the geyser, there were some tiny fish swimming around. I guess the water is not hot enough to cook them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAeavSDXI/AAAAAAAABV0/yyAFQpYW4vU/s1600/geyser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAeavSDXI/AAAAAAAABV0/yyAFQpYW4vU/s320/geyser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925781828144498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day but very sunny. I kept squinting so they put some sunglasses on me. At first, I thought I'd look funny so I wanted to take them off. But when I realized the benefits, I decided to keep them on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAX5fmw2I/AAAAAAAABVk/HcETzJm82-M/s1600/shades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAX5fmw2I/AAAAAAAABVk/HcETzJm82-M/s320/shades.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925669824807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I look pretty cool in them. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAaYPQZ7I/AAAAAAAABVs/Bddpikzz4kU/s1600/shades2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAaYPQZ7I/AAAAAAAABVs/Bddpikzz4kU/s320/shades2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925712437471154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was not much else to do at the geyser but sit and wait for the water to come out so it was quite relaxing. They had some animals on the property so we went to check them out. I said hello to the goats first. The babies were nice and said hello too but the older goat kept ramming the fence with his horns when he saw me. It was scary and Mommie picked me up right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAkU0Q8fI/AAAAAAAABWE/80W5f3Uf0aI/s1600/goat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAkU0Q8fI/AAAAAAAABWE/80W5f3Uf0aI/s320/goat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925883317645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw some llamas too. Their teeth look so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAhz1W-oI/AAAAAAAABV8/Mj8yyD4FBTQ/s1600/llamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAhz1W-oI/AAAAAAAABV8/Mj8yyD4FBTQ/s320/llamas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925840104127106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were these sheep with huge horns. Before I got sick, Mommie was hoping to get me into sheep herding. I think the sheep will just think I am one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAm_K84QI/AAAAAAAABWM/yjQGi-bUmK0/s1600/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAm_K84QI/AAAAAAAABWM/yjQGi-bUmK0/s320/sheep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925929046827266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we drove through their downtown. They have a very pretty view from the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAVUldY7I/AAAAAAAABVc/-taLSxqFEZQ/s1600/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAVUldY7I/AAAAAAAABVc/-taLSxqFEZQ/s320/view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925625557509042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at the next town. We saw this statue of Snoopy. It is called Rainbow Joe. I kept sniffing the flowers and fruits but it turned out, they were not real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAFOv93YI/AAAAAAAABVE/ySi8m0D-0rE/s1600/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAFOv93YI/AAAAAAAABVE/ySi8m0D-0rE/s320/snoopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925349113060738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, we stopped by a doggie boutique and the lady there gave me some beef snackies. Mommie even got me this ice cream treat at the doggie store. It's pretty big so it's gonna last me a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_7UIdJqI/AAAAAAAABUs/8FWddYPfDrg/s1600/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_7UIdJqI/AAAAAAAABUs/8FWddYPfDrg/s320/icecream.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925178759259810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I got a wonderful surprise. I got to go on the river! We rented this inflatable kayak. It was so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWABf2KsLI/AAAAAAAABU8/aQRuwVYbYnU/s1600/raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWABf2KsLI/AAAAAAAABU8/aQRuwVYbYnU/s320/raft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925284982993074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the front of the boat and kept a lookout for fish and birds and dragonflies. There were lots of other insects so Mommie was busy batting them away from me and getting rid of them from the boat so they would not bite me. I don't think she realized there would be so many insects there. She spent half the time using the paddle to bat away insects instead of paddling the kayak. Haha! We saw another kayak with a small doggie on the shore and I said hello to the doggie from afar. I think he was a Yorkie and he had a life vest on. Mommie wanted to get me a life vest too but when we tried the small size, it was too small for my body. And when we tried the medium, it was ok for my body but my head kept slipping through the neckhole. The lady at the rental said unless it was a snug fit all around, it would be useless so we did not get it. But the water was calm so I did not really need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV__VL0yNI/AAAAAAAABU0/hcHAOX5zp3M/s1600/rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV__VL0yNI/AAAAAAAABU0/hcHAOX5zp3M/s320/rafting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925247761303762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped a few times and I got to wade in the water. The water was a bit cold but it was refreshing coz it was a hot day. I got to play with branches in the water which was super fun. I did not dive in all the way coz I did not want to get my face wet. It would ruin my look. Hahaha! Mommie was already making fun of me coz my legs looked so skinny when they were wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAOMzO1bI/AAAAAAAABVU/7GunVREb0Ps/s1600/stick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAOMzO1bI/AAAAAAAABVU/7GunVREb0Ps/s320/stick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925503208707506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the river ride, we stopped by a winery so I could get some rest. These chairs are pretty comfy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_xDQrmEI/AAAAAAAABUk/FHeXNFsHfh8/s1600/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_xDQrmEI/AAAAAAAABUk/FHeXNFsHfh8/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477925002431666242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got to try out their jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_ulMIaJI/AAAAAAAABUc/KZ49vSEO1ZE/s1600/driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_ulMIaJI/AAAAAAAABUc/KZ49vSEO1ZE/s320/driving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924959999781010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left for home, we got some food at a nearby burger place. Beside it was a hat store, so we borrowed a hat so I could sit at the table incognito. Hehe! The pawparazzi will never recognize me in this disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_nmQ7WmI/AAAAAAAABUU/OUeLaOpC85U/s1600/disguise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAV_nmQ7WmI/AAAAAAAABUU/OUeLaOpC85U/s320/disguise.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477924840029248098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lucky to be able to go on these adventures. When we got home, Mommie was saddened to learn that more doggies with my disease did not make it. And others had relapse scares over the weekend. So many of the posts we read on the message board are exactly what we have faced and it is sad knowing so many others are going through the same. I hope when they read about my adventures, they will know that there is hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1701890113506834255?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1701890113506834255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1701890113506834255&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1701890113506834255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1701890113506834255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/06/adventure-filled-weekend.html' title='Adventure Filled Weekend'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/TAWAeavSDXI/AAAAAAAABV0/yyAFQpYW4vU/s72-c/geyser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1024175234716143211</id><published>2010-05-17T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:09:34.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Big Eyes I Have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S_GUWpXHV6I/AAAAAAAABUM/nkDlyT1ihas/s1600/googly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S_GUWpXHV6I/AAAAAAAABUM/nkDlyT1ihas/s320/googly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472318139012700066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1024175234716143211?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1024175234716143211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1024175234716143211&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1024175234716143211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1024175234716143211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-big-eyes-i-have.html' title='What Big Eyes I Have'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S_GUWpXHV6I/AAAAAAAABUM/nkDlyT1ihas/s72-c/googly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-572211055683750817</id><published>2010-05-09T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:37:03.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all Mommies of human and furkids. Today, I ran into the room with a balloon and card for my Mommie. She was so surprised to see me with the balloon and I ran around and around proudly showing it to her. The balloon says Mom rocks and she does. Every year I get a greeting card and little gift for Mommie on this special day. But this year I found a greeting card that was just perfect. You can click on the picture to see what my card says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S-byJaRzaFI/AAAAAAAABUE/ro7TqwV2lss/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S-byJaRzaFI/AAAAAAAABUE/ro7TqwV2lss/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469325040974784594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-572211055683750817?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/572211055683750817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=572211055683750817&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/572211055683750817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/572211055683750817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S-byJaRzaFI/AAAAAAAABUE/ro7TqwV2lss/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8564803699451130857</id><published>2010-05-03T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:05:01.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Aboard!</title><content type='html'>To make up for missing the Eskimeet, I got a special treat this weekend. I met a new Eskie pal, Ramses. He is almost 2 years old. Mommie said his teeth are so clean and white. She wonders how to get mine that way. We've tried all sorts of stuff but to no avail. Even when the vet cleaned my teeth, they only stayed white for a week. Here is Ramses. Isn't he cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99F8Fu8QjI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9SE-qXCG1A/s1600/train18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99F8Fu8QjI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9SE-qXCG1A/s320/train18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165371284603442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up and rode the train together. It was so much fun. It is a little steam train and it went choo choo and chugged around in the woods. There were so many people there with their kiddies so the train was always full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GFyNmGeI/AAAAAAAABR8/pQSY2p3Owe0/s1600/train4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GFyNmGeI/AAAAAAAABR8/pQSY2p3Owe0/s320/train4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165537843157474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GI455uHI/AAAAAAAABSE/84SjLzUGRD4/s1600/train5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GI455uHI/AAAAAAAABSE/84SjLzUGRD4/s320/train5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165591179212914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GQ2_fkxI/AAAAAAAABSU/jus2a4-rBeA/s1600/train16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GQ2_fkxI/AAAAAAAABSU/jus2a4-rBeA/s320/train16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165728104747794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GN3t50mI/AAAAAAAABSM/px91GWEtn34/s1600/train15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GN3t50mI/AAAAAAAABSM/px91GWEtn34/s320/train15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165676759798370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lots of pats from the kids at the train station. Ramses is not yet used to being around so many people so we waited for a while to get him settled before taking our ride. His Mommie had lots of cheese to help relax him. I got to get some of the cheese too. Yummy! The lady taking the tickets said livestock ride for free so Ramses and I did not have to buy tickets. It felt odd being referred to as livestock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GdaFJe_I/AAAAAAAABSc/A5kfGj8ePME/s1600/train14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99GdaFJe_I/AAAAAAAABSc/A5kfGj8ePME/s320/train14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467165943682137074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was great. The box car we rode in was open so I could feel the wind in my face and I kept sniffing and looking around. Ramses was all smiles until we went into a dark tunnel. He suddenly stopped smiling. But his Mommie was there so there was nothing to fear. And once we were back out in the open, he was all smiles again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99HAFjZHcI/AAAAAAAABSk/HMa012aDlU0/s1600/train19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99HAFjZHcI/AAAAAAAABSk/HMa012aDlU0/s320/train19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467166539467267522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our ride, we got into our cars and drove to meetup with Hana's Mommie for lunch. I was way excited that the adventure was not over. Here I am in the car. Mommie put up a shower curtain to cover the car seat coz I am in super shedder mode these past few months. It is a wonder I am still so fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99HpBaTFiI/AAAAAAAABSs/kB0rqRPuAq8/s1600/train8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99HpBaTFiI/AAAAAAAABSs/kB0rqRPuAq8/s320/train8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467167242730018338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, Ramses gave me some treats they got for me from Napa's Vineyard Dog Pet Boutique. They look so delicious. Thanks Ramses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99Id-uA2wI/AAAAAAAABS0/i595sZYsWgg/s1600/train9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99Id-uA2wI/AAAAAAAABS0/i595sZYsWgg/s320/train9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168152540470018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99IoHSq1FI/AAAAAAAABS8/WgawI6QeRss/s1600/train10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99IoHSq1FI/AAAAAAAABS8/WgawI6QeRss/s320/train10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168326640391250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are super delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I5LrpefI/AAAAAAAABTc/d3qqGyrEG2Q/s1600/train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I5LrpefI/AAAAAAAABTc/d3qqGyrEG2Q/s320/train1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168619876678130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I2ljUVzI/AAAAAAAABTU/H4V1B-Wy_jg/s1600/train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I2ljUVzI/AAAAAAAABTU/H4V1B-Wy_jg/s320/train2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168575281452850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I0B_sFyI/AAAAAAAABTM/eX3QqA4rZaI/s1600/train3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99I0B_sFyI/AAAAAAAABTM/eX3QqA4rZaI/s320/train3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168531377035042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99IxpwtXVI/AAAAAAAABTE/twQ2GRZgZGc/s1600/train11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99IxpwtXVI/AAAAAAAABTE/twQ2GRZgZGc/s320/train11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168490512014674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Mommies bought lunch at Kasper's hotdogs. So had to take a picture there. Too bad they mispelled my name. But they said there is another hotdog company that spells my name right. We will have to find that other place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JKPUWgcI/AAAAAAAABTk/rRX4aNzHYWc/s1600/train17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JKPUWgcI/AAAAAAAABTk/rRX4aNzHYWc/s320/train17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168912910483906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cool that Homer Simpson likes my hotdogs. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JMjRbFAI/AAAAAAAABTs/6GNSdz2ZXto/s1600/train13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JMjRbFAI/AAAAAAAABTs/6GNSdz2ZXto/s320/train13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467168952626648066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramses' Mommie even bought a Kasper hotdog for him. He is very chatty and reminds me of Hana. We sure miss her. Ramses' Mommie used the hotdog to distract him from barking at the people passing by. I think I should do that too so I can get some hotdogs coz Mommie did not get one for me. She said she was not sure if I am allowed to eat those. Hmph! Oh well, I have my Napa Valley treats so I am good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JPpOBd9I/AAAAAAAABT0/IRoFIMVAavI/s1600/train12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JPpOBd9I/AAAAAAAABT0/IRoFIMVAavI/s320/train12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467169005762607058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all tuckered out from my adventure so it was great to get home and sleep on my bed. The next day we found out Auntie Kari sent me two new bottles of Jump and Sit Oatmeal Apple bits. Awesome! Thanks Auntie Kari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JSQP3UNI/AAAAAAAABT8/XgDXtCsnuOs/s1600/train7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99JSQP3UNI/AAAAAAAABT8/XgDXtCsnuOs/s320/train7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467169050599051474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8564803699451130857?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8564803699451130857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8564803699451130857&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8564803699451130857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8564803699451130857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-aboard.html' title='All Aboard!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S99F8Fu8QjI/AAAAAAAABR0/b9SE-qXCG1A/s72-c/train18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1825628952922780390</id><published>2010-04-19T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:48:50.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Eskie Fest For Me</title><content type='html'>Sniff! I was supposed to meetup with my Eskie friends on Saturday for this year's meetup. I was so looking forward to playing with other doggies. But I did not get to go. Loki, one of the host Eskies got sick and they were not sure what he had at the time so our Mommies decided it was safer for me not to go in case it was infectious. Sigh! So I spent the day at home watching tv instead. But at least Loki's Mommie said he is now feeling better. It is good it was nothing too serious. I did get to see a couple of squirrels yesterday so that was my encounter with fellow furries for the weekend. They were scampering up the walls of the neighbor's house. It was fun to watch them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1825628952922780390?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1825628952922780390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1825628952922780390&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1825628952922780390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1825628952922780390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-eskie-fest-for-me.html' title='No Eskie Fest For Me'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-718214973232092496</id><published>2010-04-04T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:19:43.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everybody! I got invited to the Mad Hatter's Tea Party a while back. We've been saving these pictures to post for Easter. I think he mistook me for the White Rabbit. I took a wrong turn and ended up at this tea party. Which was not much of a party. The table looked so nice but there was no food. But it did make for a good photo op. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7qqWAt39BI/AAAAAAAABRc/WEgtaapy5oU/s1600/IMG_7937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7qqWAt39BI/AAAAAAAABRc/WEgtaapy5oU/s320/IMG_7937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456861193639031826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around but I could not find Alice so decided to go straight to the tea party. Eventually I found the right place but no one was there. I think I am a bit early or maybe they all went looking for Alice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7q0bVIR5jI/AAAAAAAABRk/RuyoVgfCVFI/s1600/IMG_7940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7q0bVIR5jI/AAAAAAAABRk/RuyoVgfCVFI/s320/IMG_7940.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456872280134116914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummie! This cake looks so good. Too bad it is chocolate. Chocolate is not good for doggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7q1VYr5stI/AAAAAAAABRs/LHgapztpQz0/s1600/IMG_7948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7q1VYr5stI/AAAAAAAABRs/LHgapztpQz0/s320/IMG_7948.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873277521244882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-718214973232092496?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/718214973232092496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=718214973232092496&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/718214973232092496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/718214973232092496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/04/casper-in-wonderland.html' title='Casper in Wonderland'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S7qqWAt39BI/AAAAAAAABRc/WEgtaapy5oU/s72-c/IMG_7937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4005489107770054794</id><published>2010-03-16T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:55:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Call</title><content type='html'>I have been very naughty. My desire to go and play outside made me do something very bad. I saw the garage door was open and I decided this was my chance to go outside. So off I went with every intention of speeding my way towards the neighbor's bushes. All the while looking backwards to see if Mommie saw me. She of course did and was on her way to stop me. As soon as I stepped a few inches outside the garage door, one of the neighbors' cars pulled up. Before I knew what was happening, Mommie had reached the car and put her hand up to signal it to stop and scooped me up out of harm's way. Luckily, the driver saw us and braked immediately. Mommie is very upset about this and I got a scolding. She said what I did was bad and very dangerous and we were very lucky I was not hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4005489107770054794?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4005489107770054794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4005489107770054794&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4005489107770054794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4005489107770054794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/close-call.html' title='Close Call'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2026334965179210562</id><published>2010-03-13T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:52:42.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Outing, Finally!</title><content type='html'>Well Mommie's been keeping me indoors coz it's that scary time of the year. I have been soooo very bored here at home. Her plan was to wait for April to let me go out. Thank goodness she finally relented today and took me out for coffee. I've been telling her for days that I want to go out. So she said it may be safer if we went a bit farther from the house. So we drove to Japantown in San Jose. We walked from the car to the coffee place and I sat on my chair watching people go by. I got lots of pats and smiles. And a few people came over to ask what kind of doggie I was. When people ask that and hear I am an American Eskimo Dog, usually they will say that they thought I was a Pomeranian. Mom says I look like a miniature Samoyed or a giant Pomeranian. Haha! Everyone said I was so well behaved and so clean. They always assume I just got a bath. We will hear comments like 'Oh look who just got a bath.' Haha! They do not know I have not bathed since last year. The waitress at the coffee shop came out to give me a treat, too. I even saw a couple of doggies. Their owners parked their cars on the curb in front of me so I got to see them from my seat. They barked hello to me from their car windows. It was good to see doggies. Wish I could have sniffed them hello. I did get to sniff some coffee. Lookit this cute heart design on Mommie's coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S51WOPq44DI/AAAAAAAABRM/KV9P2oiKRic/s1600-h/IMG_7096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S51WOPq44DI/AAAAAAAABRM/KV9P2oiKRic/s320/IMG_7096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448605926912745522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there for an hour or so and I eventually fell asleep on my chair coz I was tired. I also slept as soon as I got into the car. I woke up when we passed by the post office. The post office is the best place ever. When we go it usually means there is a goodie package for me. And true enough, my pal Siku had a belated barkday surprise for me from Dugan's Barkery. Thanks Siku and Quinn! Quinn is Siku's new little brother. They rescued him all the way from California. Isn't that awesome? Eskie pals across states helped to get him to Arizona to be with Siku. Another example of how great Eskie people are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S51YF1Z7ZlI/AAAAAAAABRU/4YnZEKoBr7o/s1600-h/IMG_7102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S51YF1Z7ZlI/AAAAAAAABRU/4YnZEKoBr7o/s320/IMG_7102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448607981446587986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie is also giving me milk thistle now to help with my liver. It tastes awful. Not like milk at all. But hopefully it will help. At least I get a treat after taking the milk thistle so I can get the taste of it out of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;And my fishies are getting very comfy with me. Before they did not want to eat while I watched them but now they come up to the surface to eat even when I am hovering over the bowl watching them. It's so cool to see them moving around so much and coming up to the surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2026334965179210562?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2026334965179210562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2026334965179210562&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2026334965179210562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2026334965179210562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/finally.html' title='An Outing, Finally!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S51WOPq44DI/AAAAAAAABRM/KV9P2oiKRic/s72-c/IMG_7096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2421910832083309219</id><published>2010-03-03T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:29:35.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From The Vet</title><content type='html'>Mommie took me to see the doctor yesterday morning. I had to fast all night to prepare for my bloodtest. I was happy to ride in the car and looked at the nice green mountains on the freeway. At the hospital, I met a new student doctor. She said she has a Samoyed and I look like a miniature version of her doggie. My real doctor also checked my paw and said it was all better. Goodie! She said I would need some cancer screening tests coz I am already getting old. Also my PCV has gone up to 44%. Yipee! But my platelets are down to 130k. My liver enzymes are still elevated and she found fat in my blood despite the fasting. So she wants to do more tests like xrays and ultrasounds to see what is going on. Sigh! More testing. I just want to be healthy. Anyway, I enjoyed the car ride home. Mommie brought my breakfast so I could eat immediately after the poking. So I ate in the car while enjoying the view. I was sooo hungry. When I got home, I immediately went to tell my fishies about my car ride and trip to the vet. And Mommie gave me extra treats to make up for the fasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2421910832083309219?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2421910832083309219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2421910832083309219&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2421910832083309219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2421910832083309219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-from-vet.html' title='Back From The Vet'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8771909174599784262</id><published>2010-03-01T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:31:03.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 8 Today!</title><content type='html'>It's my barkday today and I am now 8 years old. My how time flies! I wonder if 8 means I am now a senior doggie. Mommie says she can hardly believe I am 8 coz she says I still look like a baby. Hehe! She prepared this ice cream cake for me using Frosty Paws ice cream and the candle and candy sprinkles Jasmine sent. She put it in my new Garfield dish which is courtesy of Cappy and Oliver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4yw24UbHPI/AAAAAAAABQE/jtf_cO8ehNE/s1600-h/IMG_6703.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443920506461560050 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4yw24UbHPI/AAAAAAAABQE/jtf_cO8ehNE/s320/IMG_6703.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the goodies everyone! My good pals Jasmine, Cappy and Oliver, Sadie, Auntie Kari and Auntie Katt sent me great prezzies. I got tons and tons of treats, a Dino toy, a beanie toy, barkday cards, a Garfield food bowl and tushie wipes. After eating all the treats, they even sent me Greenies to brush my teeth with. Thanks again!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y192-q7NI/AAAAAAAABQ0/768XSX7SBy0/s1600-h/IMG_6699.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443926123919109330 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y192-q7NI/AAAAAAAABQ0/768XSX7SBy0/s320/IMG_6699.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is my new dinosaur toy. His name is Chris. I love playing with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y40N6IAdI/AAAAAAAABRE/RjXaWcXdpzA/s1600-h/IMG_6315.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443929256810250706 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y40N6IAdI/AAAAAAAABRE/RjXaWcXdpzA/s320/IMG_6315.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4yyItXs-FI/AAAAAAAABQc/dMKxLkcsjII/s1600-h/IMG_6325.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443921912271796306 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4yyItXs-FI/AAAAAAAABQc/dMKxLkcsjII/s320/IMG_6325.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And Mommie got me some new fishies! Oh it's been so long. I miss having fishies. I always check the bowl and there is never any fish in there so when Mommie came home with a bag of fish I was so excited. She put them in the bowl and carried them to the table and I was jumping up and down in excitement all the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y2eANmbbI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LayRbJaN3ms/s1600-h/IMG_6755.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443926676153462194 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4y2eANmbbI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LayRbJaN3ms/s320/IMG_6755.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love watching them swim around. I met Prints the cat a few weeks ago. I think he will like fishies, too. They are fun to watch and are so pretty. I visit them several times to say hello. Watch me watching my fishies on this video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a5e349a26e9af36" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a5e349a26e9af36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E785BB61773D40A08755C6963ED878A56B777EA.5E3E539935024B01C8489E626D037B9354F5D58A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a5e349a26e9af36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVXO95hx-8R72m3IG8BbMcawBt3k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a5e349a26e9af36%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3E785BB61773D40A08755C6963ED878A56B777EA.5E3E539935024B01C8489E626D037B9354F5D58A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a5e349a26e9af36%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVXO95hx-8R72m3IG8BbMcawBt3k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie gave me a taste of the treats and they are soooo delicious but now I have to fast for my blood test tomorrow. Hoping for good numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8771909174599784262?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31c3026f84848adc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a5e349a26e9af36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8771909174599784262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8771909174599784262&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8771909174599784262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8771909174599784262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-8-today.html' title='I&apos;m 8 Today!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S4yw24UbHPI/AAAAAAAABQE/jtf_cO8ehNE/s72-c/IMG_6703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3043182484273786660</id><published>2010-02-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:27:51.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper In Technicolor</title><content type='html'>Mommie took me to the hospital again today coz my foot is still red, swollen and painful. This time it was my real doctor who took a look at my foot. The last time she was not there coz it was after hours so we had to see the ER doc. She said I needed stronger antibiotics because of my Evans Syndrome. So she presribed some new ones for me plus some pain killers. She also instructed Mommie to soak my foot in Nolvasan solution twice a day and put a sock on it to keep me from licking it. The foot soak is not so bad but the new antibiotic pill is huge! Good thing it can be cut up. And the sock is no match for me. No matter how Mommie puts it on and ties it on me, I can get it off. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painkiller is great. I can play again with my toys. I ran around the room after my toys for the first time in days. And Uncle and my cousins dropped off some belated Christmas presents for me. A basketball, soccerball, football and baseball. Oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood test results are 39% PCV and 248k platelets. Phooey! It is down again. Still in the normal range but doctor wants me to come back in a month to make sure it is not a downward trend coz this is the biggest drop I've had in a while. My liver enzymes and cholesterol is also a little elevated. And what does this mean? Another pill. Mommie has to go pick up a new pill I should take. Yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie made this framed art of me. This is what an American Eskimo Dog would look like in different colors. Thought I'd share a picture of it with you all. We have it up on the living room wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2jhVQmQpaI/AAAAAAAABP8/11P_KRcuCEY/s1600-h/wallart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2jhVQmQpaI/AAAAAAAABP8/11P_KRcuCEY/s320/wallart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433840705771447714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also ERU is in desparate need of funds to continue to rescue American Eskimo Dogs in 2010!  PLEASE fwd (everyday) &amp; ask friends, family, co-workers, STRANGERS to VOTE VOTE VOTE...for ESKIE RESCUERS UNITED!!!!!! !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All you need to do is go to:  &lt;a href="http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/shelterchallenge"&gt;http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/shelterchallenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll to shelter information enter Eskie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select CT state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new screen, identifies Eskie Resuers United Click "VOTE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes 10 seconds and WOW just think how many Eskies could benefit from $ 10,000 ! ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3043182484273786660?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3043182484273786660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3043182484273786660&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3043182484273786660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3043182484273786660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/02/casper-in-technicolor.html' title='Casper In Technicolor'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2jhVQmQpaI/AAAAAAAABP8/11P_KRcuCEY/s72-c/wallart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8559581628073104874</id><published>2010-02-01T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:06:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed Out</title><content type='html'>My foot is not any better. Mommie had to take me to the ER coz it started bleeding again. They cleaned it up and gave me antibiotics coz it is infected. It is all red and swollen and tender. I am not allowed to lick it coz they said it would worsen the infection. And I am not allowed to get it wet. I don't feel like eating but Mommie says I have to coz I have to take my meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bummed because Mommie's friends rented a house in Lake Tahoe. They got one that allowed pets so I could come along. But because of my foot I could not go out to play in the snow. I was so looking forward to it too. Sniff! So had to spend my weekend inside. The house had a nice loft. We spent most of the weekend watching tv in there. They had big sofas and cushions so I had lots of places to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cR3Kq6M7I/AAAAAAAABP0/drQYr8JfP-Y/s1600-h/IMG_6154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cR3Kq6M7I/AAAAAAAABP0/drQYr8JfP-Y/s320/IMG_6154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433331114900599730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get out there in the snow so I got into my saucer sled thingee to show Mommie I wanted to play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRwcwG_pI/AAAAAAAABPs/zn4sS5MdorM/s1600-h/IMG_6174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRwcwG_pI/AAAAAAAABPs/zn4sS5MdorM/s320/IMG_6174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330999495163538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me out for a few minutes. I got to sit in the saucer and Mommie pulled me around the backyard a bit. I looked around and sniffed the air. I saw a few birds in the trees and heard some doggies barking in the distance. But it just was not the same as being able to run around and roll around in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRlS04IBI/AAAAAAAABPc/EvlUpCS5TfI/s1600-h/IMG_6163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRlS04IBI/AAAAAAAABPc/EvlUpCS5TfI/s320/IMG_6163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330807852245010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRrOLxadI/AAAAAAAABPk/ndmpdXk-oLU/s1600-h/IMG_6171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cRrOLxadI/AAAAAAAABPk/ndmpdXk-oLU/s320/IMG_6171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433330909685311954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8559581628073104874?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8559581628073104874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8559581628073104874&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8559581628073104874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8559581628073104874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/02/bummed-out.html' title='Bummed Out'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S2cR3Kq6M7I/AAAAAAAABP0/drQYr8JfP-Y/s72-c/IMG_6154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2794132315384199791</id><published>2010-01-27T19:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T19:20:54.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Paw</title><content type='html'>I hurt my foot today. Sniff! Not sure why it is bleeding. I don't remember stepping on anything sharp. There are drops of blood all over the floor and on my towel where I lay down. I tried to clean my foot by licking it but there was still lots of blood when Mommie got home. She cleaned up the rest of the blood on my paw but she could not find where it was coming from. She said it's hard to tell what is wrong coz I keep pulling my leg away when she tries to look at it. But at least the bleeding has stopped so it is not dripping anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2794132315384199791?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2794132315384199791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2794132315384199791&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2794132315384199791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2794132315384199791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloody-paw.html' title='Bloody Paw'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7754509857040113125</id><published>2010-01-17T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:04:06.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper, What A Big Mouth You Have</title><content type='html'>The better to eat this sweet potato treat with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OWCdhE90I/AAAAAAAABPU/SGYpaY0LcV8/s1600-h/IMG_5894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OWCdhE90I/AAAAAAAABPU/SGYpaY0LcV8/s320/IMG_5894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427846944938850114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OV_xo0nMI/AAAAAAAABPM/rfohkCzix84/s1600-h/IMG_5891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OV_xo0nMI/AAAAAAAABPM/rfohkCzix84/s320/IMG_5891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427846898800434370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine was so nice and sent me these treats. The Bellyrubs organic veggie snacks are also delicious. And the pupperware is gonna come in really handy so I can bring my dinner anywhere I go. Thanks so much Jasmine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OV89mj8PI/AAAAAAAABPE/ALX1IdOnu14/s1600-h/IMG_5881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OV89mj8PI/AAAAAAAABPE/ALX1IdOnu14/s320/IMG_5881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427846850472571122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7754509857040113125?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7754509857040113125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7754509857040113125&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7754509857040113125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7754509857040113125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/01/casper-what-big-mouth-i-have.html' title='Casper, What A Big Mouth You Have'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S1OWCdhE90I/AAAAAAAABPU/SGYpaY0LcV8/s72-c/IMG_5894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1621837421567440158</id><published>2010-01-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:31:06.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakey wakey</title><content type='html'>Boy, I am so thirsty all the time. I finish the water in my bowl faster than Mommie can refill it. Everytime she looks, the bowl is empty again. And of course the more I drink, the more I pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, I paw Mommie to wake her up to carry me off the bed and take me to the bathroom. The bed is too high for me to jump so I need assistance. The last time I jumped on the bed, I relapsed so I do not risk jumping it any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not too urgent, I lie back down and wait a few minutes before pawing her again. But if I have to go really bad, I paw her frantically. If she still does not get up, I start crying. It's hard to hold peepee or even poo for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, Mommie gets up right away when I wake her but sometimes when she is really sleepy, she won't. I will paw her arm and wait. I look at her really good to see if she is really asleep. Sometimes she just pretends coz she does not feel like getting up. Bad Mommie! When I know she is faking, I use the pleading stare to make her get up. She can see me coz I see her eyes are open just the tiniest bit. Eventually she will feel guilty about making me hold it and she will get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have to pee quite often, this can go on multiple times during the night so Mommie says she is not getting enough sleep. But on good days I am able to hold it until the morning. Then I will hear the alarm clock go off at 6am. I paw Mommie again to go to the bathroom and after that, breakfast is served in bed and Mommie gives me my medication. She lets me eat in bed so she can catch a few more precious zzzz's while I am eating. After I eat, I get my morning cuddle. I will come to Mommie's side and turn over to get my ears and belly rubbed. This is the best time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Auntie is there, it is a different story. She sleeps under the blanket with only her head sticking out. And she sleeps like the dead. Subtle pawing does not work. Neither does crying. So I have no choice. I have to smack her across the face with my paw to wake her up. Hahaha! That works really well. It's funny coz she will suddenly sit up with a startled look on her face. And then she will realize what I did, why I did it and take me to the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1621837421567440158?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1621837421567440158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1621837421567440158&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1621837421567440158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1621837421567440158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/01/wakey-wakey.html' title='Wakey wakey'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7438487069639375351</id><published>2010-01-11T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:50:45.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glug glug glug</title><content type='html'>I love sparkling apple juice. Mommie let me have a few drops for New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tksCfLv_I/AAAAAAAABOs/BHgSX5hhAgI/s1600-h/IMG_5692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tksCfLv_I/AAAAAAAABOs/BHgSX5hhAgI/s320/IMG_5692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425540883842580466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tkwHFl5tI/AAAAAAAABO8/EGr-m1S2JjQ/s1600-h/IMG_5695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tkwHFl5tI/AAAAAAAABO8/EGr-m1S2JjQ/s320/IMG_5695.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425540953796896466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tkuITjKiI/AAAAAAAABO0/0voFa1_fB0E/s1600-h/IMG_5726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tkuITjKiI/AAAAAAAABO0/0voFa1_fB0E/s320/IMG_5726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425540919764134434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7438487069639375351?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7438487069639375351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7438487069639375351&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7438487069639375351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7438487069639375351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2010/01/glug-glug-glug.html' title='Glug glug glug'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/S0tksCfLv_I/AAAAAAAABOs/BHgSX5hhAgI/s72-c/IMG_5692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4072576524156394700</id><published>2009-12-31T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:14:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! I am so happy to have such wonderful family and friends. Tonight I got a yummy treat, lasagna noodles and a poached egg. Delicious! Perhaps that will mean 2010 will be filled with edible goodness. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4072576524156394700?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4072576524156394700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4072576524156394700&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4072576524156394700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4072576524156394700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6297551240387140765</id><published>2009-12-26T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:44:00.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Loot</title><content type='html'>Thanks everybody for all the wonderful gifts and cards. I had a great time opening everything. The treats were all delicious and the toys were all fun to play with. Jasmine sent me this turtle stuffie and a platypus stuffie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQG-dBVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/dut-aScthsY/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQG-dBVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/dut-aScthsY/s320/gifts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677651105306034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma got me a duckie stuffie/puppet that quacks three different songs. It plays a note everytime I shake it or bite it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQP-bUSOI/AAAAAAAABOU/JnF_jB8wgVs/s1600-h/IMG_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQP-bUSOI/AAAAAAAABOU/JnF_jB8wgVs/s320/IMG_5510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677805716981986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie got me treats and so did Siku. Auntie Kari and Uncle Steve sent me apple and oatmeal treats plus some stuff to help Mommie pick up my fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQWh2_3fI/AAAAAAAABOk/-JkXonOs2Ic/s1600-h/IMG_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQWh2_3fI/AAAAAAAABOk/-JkXonOs2Ic/s320/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677918307540466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got lots of beautiful Christmas cards. Thanks again everybody. Hope you all had a great Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQT_8k61I/AAAAAAAABOc/IYJydcOCXQ8/s1600-h/IMG_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQT_8k61I/AAAAAAAABOc/IYJydcOCXQ8/s320/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419677874844396370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6297551240387140765?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6297551240387140765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6297551240387140765&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6297551240387140765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6297551240387140765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-loot.html' title='Christmas Loot'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzaQG-dBVbI/AAAAAAAABOM/dut-aScthsY/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2586249964429742594</id><published>2009-12-24T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:35:50.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everybody! I can't wait to open prezzies. I've been eyeing them and smelling them as soon as they arrive. Lots to be thankful for this year. And my latest blood tests show 46% PCV and 312k platelets. Hooray! Doc said all my numbers are in the normal range and all my liver, kidney, etc stuff is looking good. I am more thirsty and hungry and have to keep peeing the past couple of months so Mommie is a little worried. I am needing my peepads again but doc said all looks well physically and that it may be psychogenic. That maybe all these years of being ill has taken its toll. Well, Mommie is going to make things all better. I just know it. Today, she took me for my Christmas pictorial. We found great holidays decorations downtown. And tonight will be the night to open all my goodies. Wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPazW5Jt7I/AAAAAAAABMs/8MkBhlZ-h-U/s1600-h/IMG_5430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPazW5Jt7I/AAAAAAAABMs/8MkBhlZ-h-U/s320/IMG_5430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418915352510314418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas tree is HUGE. We could never fit this one at home. I feel so tiny beside it. Now if only all these gifts were real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPawE-mIgI/AAAAAAAABMk/vSA0ViI5mNA/s1600-h/IMG_5428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPawE-mIgI/AAAAAAAABMk/vSA0ViI5mNA/s320/IMG_5428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418915296161702402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had this gingerbread house on display. It is really made of gingerbread. I know, I took a bite. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPbdwC_7NI/AAAAAAAABM0/YpXqakasCy4/s1600-h/IMG_5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPbdwC_7NI/AAAAAAAABM0/YpXqakasCy4/s320/IMG_5449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418916080817007826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house has a mailbox where kids can send letters to Santa. That's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPbwyaYOUI/AAAAAAAABM8/53TUdU-3cfE/s1600-h/IMG_5439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPbwyaYOUI/AAAAAAAABM8/53TUdU-3cfE/s320/IMG_5439.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418916407869454658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the house there are little chairs and tables where kids can draw on paper with crayons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPb4Y1kQFI/AAAAAAAABNE/JxBFdv6j1jY/s1600-h/IMG_5445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPb4Y1kQFI/AAAAAAAABNE/JxBFdv6j1jY/s320/IMG_5445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418916538443120722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even this cute little fireplace inside. It's really cozy in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPcCeTAxTI/AAAAAAAABNM/AQ7ZYV4J_kU/s1600-h/IMG_5443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPcCeTAxTI/AAAAAAAABNM/AQ7ZYV4J_kU/s320/IMG_5443.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418916711707493682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the windows of the house, there are bunches on poinsettas. I think it's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPcUhcF4KI/AAAAAAAABNU/8BTnIGIsOjw/s1600-h/IMG_5446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPcUhcF4KI/AAAAAAAABNU/8BTnIGIsOjw/s320/IMG_5446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418917021788528802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On either side of the gingerbread house, there are trees full of little gingerbread boys and girls. They smell really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPclFbRdQI/AAAAAAAABNc/IPztrkw3Eh0/s1600-h/IMG_5438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPclFbRdQI/AAAAAAAABNc/IPztrkw3Eh0/s320/IMG_5438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418917306326676738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a fancy living room. I want to live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdAINYAiI/AAAAAAAABNs/b-Z8dAEfpMw/s1600-h/IMG_5435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdAINYAiI/AAAAAAAABNs/b-Z8dAEfpMw/s320/IMG_5435.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418917770930160162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decorated window makes for a nice picture frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPc7AIyYrI/AAAAAAAABNk/EmiFqgAiACs/s1600-h/IMG_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPc7AIyYrI/AAAAAAAABNk/EmiFqgAiACs/s320/IMG_5452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418917682864087730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of all Mommie let me open one present early. Dogswell Biscuit with Benefits! Yummmm. They were giving these away and so Mommie signed up for some. It's super good and just the right size for me. I am so excited about the rest of my gifts but Mommie is making me take a nap so I will have energy later on to open them. So for now I will be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdc-mUs7I/AAAAAAAABOE/TGZTBjltNJk/s1600-h/IMG_5384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdc-mUs7I/AAAAAAAABOE/TGZTBjltNJk/s320/IMG_5384.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418918266566652850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdYxP3wnI/AAAAAAAABN8/XsC4NydFSdA/s1600-h/IMG_5376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdYxP3wnI/AAAAAAAABN8/XsC4NydFSdA/s320/IMG_5376.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418918194263343730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdVwBtLcI/AAAAAAAABN0/IWL-MPX4LUI/s1600-h/IMG_5372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPdVwBtLcI/AAAAAAAABN0/IWL-MPX4LUI/s320/IMG_5372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418918142395887042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2586249964429742594?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2586249964429742594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2586249964429742594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2586249964429742594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2586249964429742594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SzPazW5Jt7I/AAAAAAAABMs/8MkBhlZ-h-U/s72-c/IMG_5430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6013629926623230786</id><published>2009-11-30T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:54:01.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I was busy all day on Thursday sniffing the air and patrolling the kitchen for food. Everything smelled delicious coz they were cooking the turkey and sides. I got some carrots and a green bean while they were cooking. Mommie gave them to me while they had no seasoning on them yet. Here is the turkey resting after it got out of the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQUmqd_dfI/AAAAAAAABLg/3ulvgQEvmF4/s1600/IMG_4696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQUmqd_dfI/AAAAAAAABLg/3ulvgQEvmF4/s320/IMG_4696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409971706846475762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the spread. So yummy but alas I could not eat any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQTE8_h1tI/AAAAAAAABLQ/x8wnKUe8s54/s1600/IMG_4710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQTE8_h1tI/AAAAAAAABLQ/x8wnKUe8s54/s320/IMG_4710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409970028191798994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Mommie had something special planned for me. Usually she fixes me a lamb dinner from Trader Joe's. This year she got me Beef Stew from Beneful Prepared Meals. It was so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQScXg0aQI/AAAAAAAABLI/Ts2MKWlYicQ/s1600/IMG_4724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQScXg0aQI/AAAAAAAABLI/Ts2MKWlYicQ/s320/IMG_4724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409969330936113410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6013629926623230786?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6013629926623230786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6013629926623230786&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6013629926623230786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6013629926623230786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SxQUmqd_dfI/AAAAAAAABLg/3ulvgQEvmF4/s72-c/IMG_4696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8408341973616570068</id><published>2009-11-20T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:02:41.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Paws Up For DOGTOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SweR_lj6vpI/AAAAAAAABK4/ibt_Npjq8rs/s1600/dogtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SweR_lj6vpI/AAAAAAAABK4/ibt_Npjq8rs/s320/dogtown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406450399282118290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished reading this awesome new book, DOGTOWN: Tales of Rescue, Rehabilitation, and Redemption. It is the companion book to the &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/series/dogtown"&gt;National Geographic Channel show Dogtown&lt;/a&gt;. Miss Anna from &lt;a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com"&gt;National Geographic Society &lt;/a&gt;was kind enough to send us a copy so we could review it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about the largest no-kill animal shelter called &lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org"&gt;Best Friends Animal Society &lt;/a&gt;located in Utah. The book follows the stories of some of the canine residents at Dogtown taking you through their experiences and the experiences of the wonderful people who care for them. At Dogtown, they take the time and effort to treat not just medical problems but behavioral problems and even trauma, giving every animal, not just dogs, a second chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not have National Geographic Channel so this was the first time we had heard of this program. Boy! Now we wish we had that channel. The stories go from heartbreaking to heartwarming. They are interesting, educational and just plain inspirational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually people say that the love dogs give their humans is unconditional. In Dogtown, that same unconditional love is given to each dog; whatever their history or medical situation or any mistakes they may have made in the past. They are loved regardless of their attitude, illness, age, looks or past and each story shows there is hope for even the hardest cases. Even in the most extreme cases, where they are unable to rehome a dog, that dog can live out the rest of its life at the shelter without fear of being put to sleep just because no one else will take him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who work there and the volunteers will restore your faith in the human soul. They selflessly devote their time and effort to these poor animals.  The different stories show how dealing with animals can be hard but rewarding and fulfilling all at the same time. The different personalities of the dogs shine given the proper time, love, attention and training. The book shows how dogs are individuals and cannot be completely generalized by breed traits alone. It allows the reader to see situations through the eyes of the trainer as well as the dogs. Dogs can think and feel. Pets are not just property that can be disposed of when it is no longer convenient to own us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book shows how the right person with the right attitude can make a difference and discover the loving personality in each dog.The stories will make you laugh and cry. Pets who are abandoned, elderly, sick, rescued from puppymills or dog fighting operations or hoarders, even those traumatized by war or natural disasters, all have a place in Dogtown. No life is wasted here. Everyone gets to be loved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying: Saving one animal will not change the world, but it will change the world for that one animal. This rings truer than ever at Dogtown. And the fact that the program makes it possible for these unwanted pets to find a furever home is just the happiest ending of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tip our hats to the people who work there, the volunteers and the people who come to adopt and give furever homes to my fellow animals. We are so happy there are people like them in the world.  We recommend not just this book but the tv show itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is available anywhere books are sold and will make a great Christmas gift. Dog lovers are sure to love it. And perhaps even non-dog lovers will be converted. Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8408341973616570068?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8408341973616570068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8408341973616570068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8408341973616570068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8408341973616570068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-paws-up-for-dogtown.html' title='All Paws Up For DOGTOWN!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SweR_lj6vpI/AAAAAAAABK4/ibt_Npjq8rs/s72-c/dogtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3731987263614378212</id><published>2009-11-13T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:39:39.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch Potato</title><content type='html'>I love watching TV. This weekend we are going to Auntie Karen's to watch the Boxing Match. There is gonna be a lot of screaming for sure. I am not looking forward to that part. They all get super excited about Pacquiao winning. I prefer Animal Planet and less violent shows. I love seeing shows with doggies and horses. I like to run with them sometimes. I especially like the show Super Fetch. But Mommie says I keep watching but I do not learn the tricks they are showing. Well, I watch for the entertainment value not for the educational value. Hahaha! After that we are going to the city to meetup with Mommie's cousins. I hope I will have energy otherwise she will have to bring me home first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sv20hc6y_9I/AAAAAAAABKw/EILTNRb7I6Q/s1600-h/tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sv20hc6y_9I/AAAAAAAABKw/EILTNRb7I6Q/s320/tv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403673614705950674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3731987263614378212?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3731987263614378212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3731987263614378212&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3731987263614378212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3731987263614378212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/couch-potato.html' title='Couch Potato'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sv20hc6y_9I/AAAAAAAABKw/EILTNRb7I6Q/s72-c/tv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2117566442724731144</id><published>2009-11-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:52:54.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana At The Bridge</title><content type='html'>It is with great sadness that we say farewell to my Eskie girlfriend Hana. Hana passed on to the rainbow bridge early Friday morning. It happened so suddenly. She was healthy and all of a sudden she was gone. We are heartbroken and deeply sad for her Mommie and Daddy. Please visit them on &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana's blog&lt;/a&gt;. It would be nice if you could leave a note for them. We had such great adventures and memories with her. It is hard to think we will not be able to see her again. This is one of the last pictures her Mommie took of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdlyRiOzlXU/SuUGkxVgcFI/AAAAAAAAE_E/7q9itAcllkY/s320/IMG_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit them the other day and it was so sad not to see Hana at her window and hear her greet us as we drove up. I sniffed around the house and visited her perch upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Hana. We miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2117566442724731144?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2117566442724731144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2117566442724731144&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2117566442724731144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2117566442724731144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/hana-at-bridge.html' title='Hana At The Bridge'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RdlyRiOzlXU/SuUGkxVgcFI/AAAAAAAAE_E/7q9itAcllkY/s72-c/IMG_0341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7765500243812957719</id><published>2009-11-02T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:58:45.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper Casper Pumpkin Eater</title><content type='html'>We had a few guests over for Halloween. Everyone came in costume so it was lots of fun. There was Mr. Frederickson from Up, a Fruit of the Loom Grape, a cute Bumble Bee, a funny Cow, a Star Trek person, a sports Referee, a couple of masked bandits, a Goth girl and a Spider lady. Mommie did not get to find a new costume for me so I reused my Moose costume. Auntie Bee was so funny. She liked my bed so much she lay down on it and curled up. She said it was so soft and comfy. Auntie Grapes gave me a couple of her grapes (made of balloons) but I was too tired to play with them that night but I popped them the next day. Uncle Trekkie brought a pumpkin. I was very curious and watched him carve it. It smelled so yummy. Once it was carved, everyone was excited about putting a candle inside and they all went to the front door to display it and take pictures. So I had my chance. I was unsupervised and so I proceeded to partake of the pumpkin innards that were left on the floor. Yummmy!!! Eventually they noticed I was nowhere in sight and started looking for me. I was busily enjoying my pumpkin behind a chair in the back. Mommie caught me and said I was a naughty boy for eating it. Sniff! But it was so delicious. Luckily she said pumpkin is not bad for me and I did not get to eat enough of it to cause the runs. But I did poop a bunch of pumpkin seeds the next day. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with Mr. Pumpkin. I greet him everyday before I go to pee and once more before going back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEHH7saZ4I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KVosYet16_0/s1600-h/IMG_4394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEHH7saZ4I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KVosYet16_0/s320/IMG_4394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400105261058385794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pumpkin has glowing eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEIpRj-kuI/AAAAAAAABKY/7USqABPHJGc/s1600-h/14743_643412089853_221498_36800465_4125237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEIpRj-kuI/AAAAAAAABKY/7USqABPHJGc/s320/14743_643412089853_221498_36800465_4125237_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400106933375898338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Mooskie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEJMwtGkUI/AAAAAAAABKg/bAizcRMsXi8/s1600-h/IMG_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEJMwtGkUI/AAAAAAAABKg/bAizcRMsXi8/s320/IMG_4400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400107543031091522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7765500243812957719?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7765500243812957719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7765500243812957719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7765500243812957719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7765500243812957719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/casper-casper-pumpkin-eater.html' title='Casper Casper Pumpkin Eater'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SvEHH7saZ4I/AAAAAAAABKQ/KVosYet16_0/s72-c/IMG_4394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7135025024704395446</id><published>2009-10-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:08:40.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Trip To The Store</title><content type='html'>The Halloween store that is. We went to see the costumes and decorations. There were lots of people there and I got pats from the kids. There were spiders, bats, witches, skeletons and other scary creatures all over the place. I got to say hello to some zombies crawling on the floor. And I made a friend. Here is my new friend rat. Heehee! The sales people said I was well behaved and that I was a beautiful doggie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SuT1KozYgoI/AAAAAAAABKI/N2VZe26MVw4/s1600-h/IMG00051-20091025-1717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SuT1KozYgoI/AAAAAAAABKI/N2VZe26MVw4/s320/IMG00051-20091025-1717.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396707816597127810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7135025024704395446?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7135025024704395446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7135025024704395446&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7135025024704395446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7135025024704395446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-trip-to-store.html' title='Quick Trip To The Store'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SuT1KozYgoI/AAAAAAAABKI/N2VZe26MVw4/s72-c/IMG00051-20091025-1717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4664901472877565156</id><published>2009-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:27:36.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Summer</title><content type='html'>I have not been on any new adventures lately. It has been quite boring. I sure miss summer when I had all sorts of adventures. This picture is from when we were driving down the coast a few months back. We stopped on the side of the road to have lunch and I had this huge rock all to myself. I ate what was left of my breakfast and the others ate sandwiches they packed from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/St4L8qZrhpI/AAAAAAAABKA/R0bGFV-ggiI/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/St4L8qZrhpI/AAAAAAAABKA/R0bGFV-ggiI/s320/view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394762540438488722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days when I look out the window, it is raining. Darn! And Mommie won't let me go outside coz I'll get muddy. The power even went out yesterday. I frantically tried to climb on Mommie and kept pawing her. She said I should not panic because even though the power was out, there was still daylight so it did not make much difference. She was laughing at me saying I should not be able to tell if the power was out or not because everything looks the same coz it was still afternoon. Well, I sure knew. Anyway, power did not come back until late at night so we had to go to a friend's house so that we did not have to stay there in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4664901472877565156?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4664901472877565156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4664901472877565156&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4664901472877565156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4664901472877565156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-miss-summer.html' title='I Miss Summer'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/St4L8qZrhpI/AAAAAAAABKA/R0bGFV-ggiI/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-856193693734529601</id><published>2009-10-01T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:56:36.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy A Polar Bear!</title><content type='html'>Auntie Soraya was in town and we met up with her in SF. I was so excited to see her. It was quite cold so we just stayed in her hotel room the entire time. She gave me a polar bear stuffie from Alaska. Wow! I love it! Thanks!!! Plus I got some bonus treats coz they gave me some bread and a piece of lettuce from the salad. Yummmmy! I wanted more but Mommie said I could not eat too much coz it will give me a tummy upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SsVmvFpOpTI/AAAAAAAABJs/DO1JJs8cAXA/s1600-h/100-1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SsVmvFpOpTI/AAAAAAAABJs/DO1JJs8cAXA/s320/100-1751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387825488373654834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love to groom my polar bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SsVnIFeiq9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/dpQ4HLW1Zlg/s1600-h/IMG_3743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SsVnIFeiq9I/AAAAAAAABJ0/dpQ4HLW1Zlg/s320/IMG_3743.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387825917825559506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other weekend we were at Auntie Karen's for a pool party. There were lots of people there so I got lots of pats specially from the kiddies. Other than that it's been quite boring here. But at least it is finally getting colder. I love the cold weather. I can't wait for wintertime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-856193693734529601?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/856193693734529601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=856193693734529601&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/856193693734529601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/856193693734529601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-boy-polar-bear.html' title='Oh Boy A Polar Bear!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SsVmvFpOpTI/AAAAAAAABJs/DO1JJs8cAXA/s72-c/100-1751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-7149346132674126039</id><published>2009-09-15T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:55:45.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Amigo Migo And Tiny Horses</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that my blood test yesterday had great results. Doc said that my PCV is at 47% and my platelets are at 305k and everything else looks normal. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went to visit my cousin Migo. We met for the first time at his place. Isn't he cute? He is a Poodle and Lhasa Apso mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAG1ChZTqI/AAAAAAAABI0/XZHJlPZBe1M/s1600-h/IMG_3524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAG1ChZTqI/AAAAAAAABI0/XZHJlPZBe1M/s320/IMG_3524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381809062987517602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had tons of fun together. We ran around the house and sniffed each other. He is still young so he is so full of energy. I wish I could keep up but sometimes I need to rest. He is such a sweetie and gives everyone kisses. Even me! One time, I was on my back resting and he sniffed me and gave me a kiss on my paw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAIOngvZQI/AAAAAAAABI8/HvlGjxSa4EQ/s1600-h/migo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAIOngvZQI/AAAAAAAABI8/HvlGjxSa4EQ/s320/migo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381810601925240066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the seaside to get a little fresh air. Migo's Mommie brought this parasol so we had a great photo op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAI-ElcTQI/AAAAAAAABJE/4D3rsf-kzOU/s1600-h/IMG_3556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAI-ElcTQI/AAAAAAAABJE/4D3rsf-kzOU/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381811417183440130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also took me for a boat ride at a lake near their place. I loved the wind in my face. I tried to look out for fishes but could not see any. A man on another boat said he caught one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAJpYfb9iI/AAAAAAAABJM/mNxIVoNXjeA/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAJpYfb9iI/AAAAAAAABJM/mNxIVoNXjeA/s320/boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812161261336098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to walk around the boat while everyone was eating. But alas they did not share any of their food with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAJtoUv8jI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZlW2TTrWl40/s1600-h/IMG_3508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAJtoUv8jI/AAAAAAAABJU/ZlW2TTrWl40/s320/IMG_3508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381812234230952498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw these tiny horses on the way to Migo's place. They are just a little bit bigger than me. I got to say hi to one of them before we saw the signs that doggies were not allowed. Oops! So I was able to say my hellos and watched them from the car after that. It's just as well coz Mommie was afraid they may have fleas or infect me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrALlnR6M3I/AAAAAAAABJc/f1erjRRSa3Y/s1600-h/IMG_3330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrALlnR6M3I/AAAAAAAABJc/f1erjRRSa3Y/s320/IMG_3330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381814295534908274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They loved munching on the grass. The grass in that place gets mowed by the horses all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAMQS_jucI/AAAAAAAABJk/GojipoPSfDA/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAMQS_jucI/AAAAAAAABJk/GojipoPSfDA/s320/horse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381815028823603650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-7149346132674126039?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/7149346132674126039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=7149346132674126039&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7149346132674126039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/7149346132674126039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-amigo-migo-and-tiny-horses.html' title='Mi Amigo Migo And Tiny Horses'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SrAG1ChZTqI/AAAAAAAABI0/XZHJlPZBe1M/s72-c/IMG_3524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6970691577192397377</id><published>2009-08-26T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:13:30.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boing Boing Boing</title><content type='html'>It's my cousin Brenny's birthday and Uncle rented a Sponge Bob Squarepants bouncy house for the kids to play in. Here we are trying it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SpXrgOtgNxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6od8mGz70Es/s1600-h/IMG_2919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SpXrgOtgNxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6od8mGz70Es/s400/IMG_2919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374460669273847570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6970691577192397377?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6970691577192397377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6970691577192397377&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6970691577192397377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6970691577192397377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/boing-boing-boing.html' title='Boing Boing Boing'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SpXrgOtgNxI/AAAAAAAABIQ/6od8mGz70Es/s72-c/IMG_2919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4522627355164304501</id><published>2009-08-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:21:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedless Racer</title><content type='html'>Mommie took me to the tennis courts on Saturday. Everyone else was already there playing tennis. She tossed a few balls for me and I ran to get them but I was nowhere near my usual speed. It was super hot and I just could not muster the energy to run after the balls full speed. Mommie took her turn playing tennis while Auntie sat with me. I watched Mommie play while laying in the shade. She is not very good at it. Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Uncle, Auntie and Grandma got busy cooking dinner so the rest of us stayed in the living room and I lay down on the tile by the fireplace. I kept my ears wide open so I could listen to their stories. The other people and Mommy were joking about how they did not know how to cook and how they frequented the frozen food section at Costco. I was too tired to investigate in the kitchen and they did not cook anything I could eat anyway. The last time people came over for dinner, they had pasta so they gave me a piece of noodle before putting sauce over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to see Courtney. She met us at a dog friendly hotel so I got to tag along. It was really hot there so Mommie asked the hotel people for water for me. As she was giving it to me in my water cup, one of the hotel staff came out with a doggie package. They said it was for me. Wow! What great people! Dog lovers are the nicest people! There was a collapsible bowl, water bottle and quail bird stuffie. It also had a roll of poop plastic in a little plastic fire hydrant. That did not interest me. I was all intent on getting the stuffie. I stood up on my hind legs and put both my front feet on it. They liked that and I heard a lot of awwws. They said I was so cute. Mommie thanked them for the stuff and I walked out of there with my new prize in my mouth. They really liked seeing me walk around with it. It makes a funny sound. Kind of like a low squawk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4522627355164304501?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4522627355164304501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4522627355164304501&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4522627355164304501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4522627355164304501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/speedless-racer.html' title='Speedless Racer'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2361227443133120015</id><published>2009-07-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:33:55.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmel Eskiemeet</title><content type='html'>We went to Carmel for our latest Eskiemeet. We got to see and sniff lots of great things. You can click on all the pictures to make them bigger.  Mommie made pupcakes and put cream cheese and colorful dog bone sprinkles on top. My role was official taster to make sure they were yummy enough for my doggie pals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP9EuHEGI/AAAAAAAABH4/gwX-I8Ir4yk/s1600-h/pupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP9EuHEGI/AAAAAAAABH4/gwX-I8Ir4yk/s400/pupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215892158779490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Abby, Hana, Cappy and Oliver and went to Forge in The Forest for lunch. They are super doggie friendly. They had a separate eating area for people who had dogs so all dog lovers were there. They even have a doggie menu. I saw so many doggies. Mommie did not let me say hi to be safe but it was fun taking a peek at them from where I was. We celebrated Abby's birthday too. We got Abby a treat box with chicken flavored popcorn, cheese hearts, peanut butter bones, apple oatmeal treats and a rollhide. Her Mommie said she could eat the popcorn when they watched tv that night but looks like Abby already ate most of it during lunch. No sense in waiting. It was after all her birthday lunch. We also brought treats for Hana, Cappy and Oliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPswmT6VI/AAAAAAAABHY/PaCTNerCznM/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPswmT6VI/AAAAAAAABHY/PaCTNerCznM/s400/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215611879450962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNQEm73smI/AAAAAAAABII/ViGdLYAxVps/s1600-h/stroller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNQEm73smI/AAAAAAAABII/ViGdLYAxVps/s400/stroller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360216021602382434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by this dog store called Diggidy Dog. We got some complimentary treats from the saleslady. Goodie! Plus we had a nice surprise coz we saw Wendell there. Abby and Hana got new leashes. Mommie got me .... all natural peppermint bug repellant?!? Phooey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP0XboIFI/AAAAAAAABHo/Btf1MWe993E/s1600-h/petstore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP0XboIFI/AAAAAAAABHo/Btf1MWe993E/s400/petstore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215742562705490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we looked there were so many pretty flowers. Lots of opportunity for picture ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPoVMFmFI/AAAAAAAABHQ/oZj0CKJClUo/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPoVMFmFI/AAAAAAAABHQ/oZj0CKJClUo/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215535802226770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also saw a squirrel. Abby spotted it right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNQBBGWNqI/AAAAAAAABIA/IoV4zQc02_M/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNQBBGWNqI/AAAAAAAABIA/IoV4zQc02_M/s400/squirrel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215959906170530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tad warm at times so it was nice to see this fountain. A bit of the water sprayed on us and felt really cool. Abby and I were fascinated by the water but Hana was more interested in the local foliage. She kept eating the purple flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP5BRJFiI/AAAAAAAABHw/_Hm_AqJaTjc/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP5BRJFiI/AAAAAAAABHw/_Hm_AqJaTjc/s400/pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215822512494114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bench hunting continued on this trip. These benches are just right for the three of us. We walked pretty far and I did really well and was able to keep up with the gals. When Mommie noticed I was getting too tired, we went to the Lamp Lighter Inn. We stayed at the garden area and while they chatted, we doggies all took a much needed break. I took a quick nap on the bench there. The innkeeper even invited us to stay for wine and cheese. But we decided not to stay coz we were all pretty tired by then and figured it was time to head on home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPJdnPMiI/AAAAAAAABHI/YuZyIgJe_R8/s1600-h/benches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPJdnPMiI/AAAAAAAABHI/YuZyIgJe_R8/s400/benches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215005487641122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day but super fun. Hana and I took a nap in the car on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPwnYYSvI/AAAAAAAABHg/vxF_PbyfMvw/s1600-h/naptime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNPwnYYSvI/AAAAAAAABHg/vxF_PbyfMvw/s400/naptime.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360215678124575474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2361227443133120015?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2361227443133120015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2361227443133120015&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2361227443133120015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2361227443133120015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Carmel Eskiemeet'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SmNP9EuHEGI/AAAAAAAABH4/gwX-I8Ir4yk/s72-c/pupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3650144924145385154</id><published>2009-07-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:14:28.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Of July!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! Happy July 4th! I am also celebrating my latest blood test results. 46 PCV and 268k platelets. Woohoo! The doc said I am doing great and I am to go back to see her in two months. Since I got such good results, Mommie and her pals took me on a trip. We drove down the coast. It was so pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxZ2bWd2I/AAAAAAAABEY/WszGLqQx3u0/s1600-h/IMG_1994.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834277120243554 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxZ2bWd2I/AAAAAAAABEY/WszGLqQx3u0/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We stopped to spend some time at the beach. I loved watching the kids. Wonder how they are able to play in that cold water.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx3a3wAEI/AAAAAAAABFo/vcQ5XwJi4mw/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834785119240258 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx3a3wAEI/AAAAAAAABFo/vcQ5XwJi4mw/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Also on this trip, I succeeded in my quest to find just the right bench. We found a bunch of them until I finally saw this one that was just the right size. You can click on the picture to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxW09V3mI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3X1rEUUPI4Y/s1600-h/IMG_1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834225186332258 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxW09V3mI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3X1rEUUPI4Y/s320/IMG_1986.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the best garden ever. It has this awesome flower bed. And it has a window with a waterfall so it looks like it is raining. It's like a outdoor bedroom complete with a side table, alarm clock and set of drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxlV0OOEI/AAAAAAAABE4/BkT8zTMCpcc/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834474524620866 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxlV0OOEI/AAAAAAAABE4/BkT8zTMCpcc/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is even a chair near the bed. And everything is covered with flowers. Click on the thumbnail for a better look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxol4eNWI/AAAAAAAABFA/ePSHnJUTaYM/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834530377020770 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxol4eNWI/AAAAAAAABFA/ePSHnJUTaYM/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here I am in a cactus garden. I feel so tall on my perch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxxLcLfmI/AAAAAAAABFY/QBRDYCCLVPs/s1600-h/IMG_2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834677897854562 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxxLcLfmI/AAAAAAAABFY/QBRDYCCLVPs/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They have HUGE cacti here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxuNmBWGI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0qeTMb3d-dk/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834626936395874 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxuNmBWGI/AAAAAAAABFQ/0qeTMb3d-dk/s320/IMG_2069.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I made a wish at this wishing well. I hope it comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxreMs-AI/AAAAAAAABFI/p0ATGU6zs2o/s1600-h/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834579853998082 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxreMs-AI/AAAAAAAABFI/p0ATGU6zs2o/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I really liked this little house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxfEqygoI/AAAAAAAABEo/FcxUTT7FNpI/s1600-h/IMG_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834366842438274 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxfEqygoI/AAAAAAAABEo/FcxUTT7FNpI/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I even tried to figure out how it worked. The wheel kept turning and there was water flowing through. Neat-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxiIvlTnI/AAAAAAAABEw/emqBO1oL8zc/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834419475893874 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxiIvlTnI/AAAAAAAABEw/emqBO1oL8zc/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There were other houses there too and they were covered with flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlA9TJQ056I/AAAAAAAABGw/etV0JO6hYeE/s1600-h/IMG_2035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlA9TJQ056I/AAAAAAAABGw/etV0JO6hYeE/s320/IMG_2035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354847356056823714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I like about being out and about is getting to dine out. I get to sit at the table like the humans. Teehee! People at other tables smile at me and at dinner a bunch of kids came over to give me pats and talk to me. Sometimes, I sleep on my seat so Mommie thinks no one can see me but somehow they still do and come to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxSqRbteI/AAAAAAAABEI/IQ1FKvrYlVg/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834153598334434 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxSqRbteI/AAAAAAAABEI/IQ1FKvrYlVg/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one place we ate at even had this outdoor fireplace. So cool! The floor is curved so it looks like I am floating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxcadAQmI/AAAAAAAABEg/M_dE7bdDLmk/s1600-h/IMG_2016.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834321150591586 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxcadAQmI/AAAAAAAABEg/M_dE7bdDLmk/s320/IMG_2016.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the cutest carwash I've ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx6oRV0tI/AAAAAAAABFw/lBwrFpWXp50/s1600-h/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834840255845074 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx6oRV0tI/AAAAAAAABFw/lBwrFpWXp50/s320/IMG_2130.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While we were driving along the coast, we saw these elephant seals. They were sunbathing and did not move much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxzzwNH8I/AAAAAAAABFg/0qIvfPeP3EQ/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834723079004098 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxzzwNH8I/AAAAAAAABFg/0qIvfPeP3EQ/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But we were able to get this video of one of them moving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e03f7be64cbc6e10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De03f7be64cbc6e10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FC5EB1E9D22F32C69889BE7EEAF31BE4C2101A2.6EC61556BAB2A77895405412205A8F08ABD756B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De03f7be64cbc6e10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPbdfx-Dz1JAokTfekoIkBWPTPm0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De03f7be64cbc6e10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FC5EB1E9D22F32C69889BE7EEAF31BE4C2101A2.6EC61556BAB2A77895405412205A8F08ABD756B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De03f7be64cbc6e10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPbdfx-Dz1JAokTfekoIkBWPTPm0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped by a winery on the way home. It looks like a castle! There were tons of people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyK79IvlI/AAAAAAAABGY/jS0DXYTX5aM/s1600-h/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354835120417717842 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyK79IvlI/AAAAAAAABGY/jS0DXYTX5aM/s320/IMG_2179.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This castle even has a moat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyH0xAh2I/AAAAAAAABGQ/JbwgwliO0AA/s1600-h/IMG_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354835066948192098 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyH0xAh2I/AAAAAAAABGQ/JbwgwliO0AA/s320/IMG_2173.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And tons of American Flags. So apt for July 4th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyE18ZsvI/AAAAAAAABGI/M3aSXJy9vvc/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354835015724806898 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyE18ZsvI/AAAAAAAABGI/M3aSXJy9vvc/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyBYknKPI/AAAAAAAABGA/irkWQBf59Kg/s1600-h/IMG_2161.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834956300790002 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyBYknKPI/AAAAAAAABGA/irkWQBf59Kg/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a wedding so no one was allowed to go in through the front door. A lady from the winery showed us an alternative entrace to get to the tasting room. I got lots of pats from the people there while they were tasting stuff. Mommie does not drink wine so she just walked around the room with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx-fmWruI/AAAAAAAABF4/W6B3mkzO0dM/s1600-h/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354834906647539426 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAx-fmWruI/AAAAAAAABF4/W6B3mkzO0dM/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posed by some of the grapevines. Mommie did not want me to sit too close coz there were lots of foxtails there. She said those were dangerous plants so I should not go near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyOfsJUdI/AAAAAAAABGg/ead9lKY1lbE/s1600-h/IMG_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354835181549736402 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyOfsJUdI/AAAAAAAABGg/ead9lKY1lbE/s320/IMG_2183.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride home, I was so sleepy but I could not help smiling coz I was so happy to go on such a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyR7efKOI/AAAAAAAABGo/ebUZGUptZ_4/s1600-h/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354835240548247778 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAyR7efKOI/AAAAAAAABGo/ebUZGUptZ_4/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics of me with another Eskie doll that Mommie made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlBMENJzbBI/AAAAAAAABG4/5FUOe4ZnPJ8/s1600-h/casperwdoll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlBMENJzbBI/AAAAAAAABG4/5FUOe4ZnPJ8/s320/casperwdoll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354863592077487122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3650144924145385154?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e03f7be64cbc6e10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3650144924145385154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3650144924145385154&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3650144924145385154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3650144924145385154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th Of July!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SlAxZ2bWd2I/AAAAAAAABEY/WszGLqQx3u0/s72-c/IMG_1994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1004627534154975529</id><published>2009-06-01T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:47:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eskies Rescued From Washington Puppy Mill</title><content type='html'>Hundreds of American Eskimo dogs were rescued from a puppy mill in Kennewick, Washington a few days ago. It's so sad to see the video and pictures of the doggies. They were kept in small cages and some were even housed in shopping carts or wooden crates. My poor Eskie cousins! I hope now that they have been rescued, that they will be able to find good homes. Seattle and Oregon animal shelters are taking in some of the dogs and providing medical care and will adopt them out when they are ready. The &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/wa/ANGELHEARTESKIES/AEDAWRescueInfo.html"&gt;American Eskimo Dog Association of Washington (AEDAW)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.heartbandits.com"&gt;Heart Bandits &lt;/a&gt;are also helping take in some of the rescued Eskies. If you want to help, you can contact them to see how to donate or adopt the Eskies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1004627534154975529?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1004627534154975529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1004627534154975529&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1004627534154975529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1004627534154975529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/06/eskies-rescued-from-washington-puppy.html' title='Eskies Rescued From Washington Puppy Mill'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-6058324099954267490</id><published>2009-05-11T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:56:54.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meisha's Hope</title><content type='html'>Miss Joanne, Maddie and her friends had a garage sale to raise money for the Meisha's Hope Fund this weekend. They were able to raise $3000. Awesome! Meisha's Hope was started by Miss Joanne after their doggie Meisha died. I posted about Meisha's Hope before coz Mommie is also helping them &lt;a href="http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2008/01/help-find-cure.html"&gt; raise funds to find a cure&lt;/a&gt; coz this is one of the diseases I have. We sent them a bunch of these buttons so they can give them away at the garage sale to help raise awareness. And Mommie sent Maddie a mini version so she can also have a button to wear. Miss Joanne said Maddie wears it on her collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SghiekJdsnI/AAAAAAAABDs/xArMwZbkHfU/s1600-h/CA691HS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SghiekJdsnI/AAAAAAAABDs/xArMwZbkHfU/s320/CA691HS2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334622035859321458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They created a Faces of Canine AIHA/IMHA Board to display at the garage sale. My picture is there right beside Meisha. They said the board was a huge hit. People spent so much time looking at it and they were able to inform lots of people about AIHA/IMHA. You can click on the picture to make it bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SghjhAkdVWI/AAAAAAAABD0/ka-zA7iBqYM/s1600-h/aihafaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SghjhAkdVWI/AAAAAAAABD0/ka-zA7iBqYM/s320/aihafaces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334623177360102754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also grandma is coming from Manila this weekend. I am so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-6058324099954267490?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/6058324099954267490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=6058324099954267490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6058324099954267490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/6058324099954267490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/05/meishas-hope.html' title='Meisha&apos;s Hope'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SghiekJdsnI/AAAAAAAABDs/xArMwZbkHfU/s72-c/CA691HS2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4403500359310636631</id><published>2009-05-04T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:18:03.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Match</title><content type='html'>We watched the Manny Pacquiao vs. Ricky Hatton boxing match at Mommie's friends' house on Saturday. They are super nice. They always let me come to their house for get-togethers and even their Grandmas and Granpa pet me and talk to me. Josh is super cute. Mommie gave him a treat to feed me and he was so happy when I took it from his hand. Too bad that was the last treat Mommie had in her bag. Next time she'll bring more. It was his birthday last week so we brought him a gift. They used to have 2 Labrador Retrievers. One yellow and one black. I went to the spot where they usually slept and sniffed to find them but Mommie said they have both gone to the rainbow bridge already. Sniff! Now there is no doggie for me to follow around the house. They had tons of other visitors there. It can get quite scary though with all the kids. I love kids but sometimes they get too excited and will have me cornered and they all try to pat me or hug me at once. When that happens, Mommie rescues me by picking me up and letting me sit on her lap. That way they can pet me one at a time. Good thing the match ended quickly coz I get scared when they all start shouting at the TV. Mommie tries her best to calm me down but I want to run away when they start shouting. Manny won so they were all happy and giving high-fives all around. I was happy too coz that meant the shouting was over. Haha! The last time we watched a boxing match was at a different place. There were no kids around so I did not spend any time on Mommie's lap so I had more time to investigate all the rooms. But as soon as the match started, everyone also started shouting at the TV so I tried to run upstairs to the kitchen to escape. I've noticed they don't shout as much during Superbowl games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4403500359310636631?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4403500359310636631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4403500359310636631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4403500359310636631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4403500359310636631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/05/boxing-match.html' title='Boxing Match'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-8427063707816755200</id><published>2009-04-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:36:04.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Adventure</title><content type='html'>Oh boy! Freedom at last. The dreaded danger period is over so Mommie is now more confident about taking me out on adventures. Finally, I get to go out. And what better way to celebrate my freedom than to go on a driving tour down the Central Coast. They packed my bag and off we went. I was so excited. I love riding in the car and checking out the scenery. Mommie got me a seatbelt so I would be safe during the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvBoIlhxI/AAAAAAAABAc/xMDkxp-mtQQ/s1600-h/IMG_1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvBoIlhxI/AAAAAAAABAc/xMDkxp-mtQQ/s320/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991495248611090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a long drive. I kept looking out the window to see if we were at our destination. After hours of driving, our first stop was in downtown San Luis Obispo. Here I am at the Bubblegum Alley admiring the colorful gum on the walls. There were lots of people checking it out. And everyone's first reaction was curiosity followed by a big Ewww! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsHUH9EWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SJLCEYTUSrw/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsHUH9EWI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SJLCEYTUSrw/s320/IMG_1523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988294421582178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was kind of icky if you looked at it close up. Hehe! Mommie and her friends put their contribution on the walls also. I did not make a contribution coz I do not know how to chew gum and if I did handle any gum, it would probably stick to my fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffrzBZ0zNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/KLeWqL2-8Ww/s1600-h/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffrzBZ0zNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/KLeWqL2-8Ww/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329987945798880466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took me to a doggie boutique called Tails. The shopkeepers there were so nice and let me taste some of their chicken jerky. It was super yummy and I kept asking for more. There I met some plush friends among the dog beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsZWKehHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/U5hAy49UCco/s1600-h/IMG_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsZWKehHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/U5hAy49UCco/s320/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988604206679154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also checked out their doggie treats. Everything looked so yummy. There were so many it was hard to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftBtdYJLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kG1KutG44pA/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftBtdYJLI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kG1KutG44pA/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329989297654736050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a little green doggie bowl. I was a tad short so I could hardly reach the counter but I tried my best to peek so I could make sure they were packing the bowl I wanted. Auntie Kari gave me some pocket money so I was able to pay for it myself. Thanks Auntie Kari and Uncle Steve! They also gave me a doggie bowl years ago with little goldfish on them. We always bring it with us coz I use it for water when we are out of the house. Now I have a bowl for food as well. Goodie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsnP0xfmI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0PID1fttaeE/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffsnP0xfmI/AAAAAAAAA_c/0PID1fttaeE/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329988843023203938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a meal at the Splash Cafe which was just a few minutes away from downtown. Here I am saving a table for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftVZ5qctI/AAAAAAAAA_s/uOrC2zA_BqA/s1600-h/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftVZ5qctI/AAAAAAAAA_s/uOrC2zA_BqA/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329989636002050770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, we stopped at the Madonna Inn which we saw on the freeway. Mommie remembered it from TV so we thought it would be something to check out. It was pretty outside so we took a few photos with their flowers and fountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffuAwPr9rI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fwkBDTWepO8/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffuAwPr9rI/AAAAAAAAA_8/fwkBDTWepO8/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329990380734379698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fountain water looks mighty tasty. Slurp! Or maybe I can take a dip? There was a lady there trying hard to take pictures of her daughter and she was amazed to see me happily posing for pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftuN9NJ1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Vgb7gL6Oasw/s1600-h/IMG_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SfftuN9NJ1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/Vgb7gL6Oasw/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329990062292412242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside they have some neat decor. It was like a cave with lights and stuff. Mommie's friend said the boy's bathroom was neat-o. They have a sensor that turns on a waterfall when you peed. Here's a picture of the Madonna Inn's famous men's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sq_P2WSYoWI/AAAAAAAABIs/gY0_E3Z_GEc/s1600-h/IMG_3217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sq_P2WSYoWI/AAAAAAAABIs/gY0_E3Z_GEc/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381748612333609314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more driving, we got to Solvang. It was so pretty there. There were lots of vineyards along the way with rows and rows of grape vines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzJY_ownI/AAAAAAAABDk/cuCCc_DGbHI/s1600-h/IMG_1862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzJY_ownI/AAAAAAAABDk/cuCCc_DGbHI/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329996026670006898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solvang is a quaint little Danish village. They even had windmills. I think I saw 4 of them around town. The stores and restaurants looked like they were from a fairy tale book. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwwlDZcFI/AAAAAAAABBU/cphD3OuShcg/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwwlDZcFI/AAAAAAAABBU/cphD3OuShcg/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993401387020370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where we stayed. We had the lower unit so I could go to the bathroom real quick. That tree in front was my bathroom. Very convenient to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvlumaAfI/AAAAAAAABAs/YhPfCwyDyoo/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvlumaAfI/AAAAAAAABAs/YhPfCwyDyoo/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992115459588594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures of the flowers there too. They were so pretty. They even had these giant sized roses. Some roses were almost as big as my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwCoIMcnI/AAAAAAAABA8/aqxLKANHzfU/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwCoIMcnI/AAAAAAAABA8/aqxLKANHzfU/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992611938464370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwH0SYelI/AAAAAAAABBE/UTKMVCyI0fM/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwH0SYelI/AAAAAAAABBE/UTKMVCyI0fM/s320/IMG_1602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992701101767250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffv3pfDO2I/AAAAAAAABA0/RnWwA6rt_u4/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffv3pfDO2I/AAAAAAAABA0/RnWwA6rt_u4/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992423324203874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day of riding in the car, so I was so happy to get to bed. Even though I was just riding in the car and sleeping most of the day, I was pooped from all the excitement of the day. Tomorrow we'd check out what else was in town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvMPDbCYI/AAAAAAAABAk/rB15ninrQVI/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvMPDbCYI/AAAAAAAABAk/rB15ninrQVI/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991677494626690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we had breakfast at The Little Mermaid. They have these pancake balls called Aebleskivers. They were mighty tasty. Mommie made some before using the Pancake Puff pan she bought on the As Seen On TV store so she really wanted to try these. But these were really big balls of cake. Mommie's came out kind ufo-looking. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwYqAqcAI/AAAAAAAABBM/wSM9JZ2Sl8c/s1600-h/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffwYqAqcAI/AAAAAAAABBM/wSM9JZ2Sl8c/s320/IMG_1614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992990400868354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures we took around town. It was a very small town and you could pretty much walk and get anywhere in 5-10 minutes but we still took the car around so I would not have to exert any effort. It was great fun for me coz I love riding in the car and getting off to sniff around a new block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffu5eJNKVI/AAAAAAAABAU/npaG3l7uMaM/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffu5eJNKVI/AAAAAAAABAU/npaG3l7uMaM/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991355127900498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to rest on these benches they had all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffusMJLXhI/AAAAAAAABAM/-YeKKsuIUmM/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffusMJLXhI/AAAAAAAABAM/-YeKKsuIUmM/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991126957645330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this little swing on this store's Welcome sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffuTVwPr0I/AAAAAAAABAE/I1LnCV4W0so/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffuTVwPr0I/AAAAAAAABAE/I1LnCV4W0so/s320/IMG_1571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329990700040695618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I loved riding this giant shoe! I think they call them clogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffw1c1e7OI/AAAAAAAABBc/P2Q0hORrtwU/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffw1c1e7OI/AAAAAAAABBc/P2Q0hORrtwU/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993485080521954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel even gave us free wine tasting passes for a tasting room across the street. We rested a bit at the hotel before going over. Everyone else tasted the wine, but I got to taste some yummy crackers in the tasting room. The tasting room had a TV that showed they had black and brown Labrador Retrievers at their winery but the winery was at a different location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffw_VFHFZI/AAAAAAAABBk/KifjN6sdRxM/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffw_VFHFZI/AAAAAAAABBk/KifjN6sdRxM/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993654797276562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the wine tasting room was a doggie store called Unique Bowtique. So we went to check it out. Mommie made me try these sunglasses. I did not like them at all. But a good find were these Chewgars. I bought one with my pocket money and am donating it to &lt;a href="http://gypsy.furrkids.info/?p=797"&gt;Gypsy's auction&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxH15qRuI/AAAAAAAABBs/U70YP_pwM9s/s1600-h/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxH15qRuI/AAAAAAAABBs/U70YP_pwM9s/s320/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993801046574818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favorite sightings were these huge horsies called Belgian draft horses. I love watching horses on TV so I was all excited to see them live. When we first spotted them, they were walking around pulling a streetcar called a Honen. I tried to run after them but I was not fast enough. Then Mommie's friend found out where they parked and I got to go see them up close. That was so cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxaKrsxcI/AAAAAAAABB8/3CO4bONnTQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxaKrsxcI/AAAAAAAABB8/3CO4bONnTQ4/s320/IMG_1663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329994115862808002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxPlT-iUI/AAAAAAAABB0/OGwkz1fwgnw/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxPlT-iUI/AAAAAAAABB0/OGwkz1fwgnw/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993934032505154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also passed by the Anderson's Split Pea Soup place before going to the Ostrich Land. The Ostrich eggs were huge! We got one so we could try how it tastes at home. The lady there said one egg is like 25 chicken eggs. And that we were gonna need a drill to open it. She had a paper with instructions on how to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzBg_nyXI/AAAAAAAABDU/etm1-eANUEU/s1600-h/IMG_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzBg_nyXI/AAAAAAAABDU/etm1-eANUEU/s320/IMG_1846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995891378473330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ostrich was mounted on her wall. It was pretty scary looking. I was too short to get a picture taken with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffy-nV6sKI/AAAAAAAABDM/qQZkS6Qy8Lg/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffy-nV6sKI/AAAAAAAABDM/qQZkS6Qy8Lg/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995841542992034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They charged to go see or feed the ostriches so we decided to pass on that and just take some pictures of them from afar. You can click on the image to make it bigger. They have 50 ostriches in the farm and a few emus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzGLzHiHI/AAAAAAAABDc/KAGNEUkvCRY/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffzGLzHiHI/AAAAAAAABDc/KAGNEUkvCRY/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995971588229234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we continued driving down to Santa Barbara. I slept on the way but woke up as soon as we got there. We drove to Stearn's Wharf. Mommie let me out of the seatbelt while we were on the wharf so I could look out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffxv-2MsAI/AAAAAAAABCM/RaP5wbcEzcA/s1600-h/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffxv-2MsAI/AAAAAAAABCM/RaP5wbcEzcA/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329994490642739202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long day and I could not walk anymore, so I rode my stroller around the pier. We had a snack there and watched the birds and tall ships. They fired a canon to welcome the tall ships which startled me. But the people there enjoyed it and wanted to take pictures with the canon and the pirate who lit it. We drove around State Street and had dinner at one of the restaurants there. I was so sleepy and just fell asleep in my chair. I curled up into a ball and Mommie said I looked like those fake sleeping dogs they sell at the mall. Different waiters came out to pet me and ask about me but I was just too sleepy. They even had to carry me to the car after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxqU2wUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/KojhwvxT3ZM/s1600-h/IMG_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffxqU2wUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/KojhwvxT3ZM/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329994393471439506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I spent the morning just hanging out at the hotel hot tub area. We just relaxed and I just lounged around and got my picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyDiH148I/AAAAAAAABCc/-eK0Lx33sCs/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyDiH148I/AAAAAAAABCc/-eK0Lx33sCs/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329994826529498050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffx3nojFzI/AAAAAAAABCU/AHZn_vpSRK4/s1600-h/IMG_1778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffx3nojFzI/AAAAAAAABCU/AHZn_vpSRK4/s320/IMG_1778.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329994621850425138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spa looked like a perfect sized swimming pool for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyWplf_rI/AAAAAAAABCk/i01jgQzL9zI/s1600-h/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyWplf_rI/AAAAAAAABCk/i01jgQzL9zI/s320/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995154950454962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not have the energy to walk around anymore so they found out another way to take me around, they took me for a bike ride. That way I could still go around but not have to walk. It was really fun. Mommie tied my leash around the front of the bike so I would not fall off the bike. It worked out pretty well. We rode the boulevard almost from end to end. There were lots of other people on bikes and lots of joggers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffyqls-YRI/AAAAAAAABC0/SKiGZWc_n3M/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffyqls-YRI/AAAAAAAABC0/SKiGZWc_n3M/s320/IMG_1813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995497505448210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and relaxing way to check out the waterfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyyzblmUI/AAAAAAAABC8/JhSmZRNjXbk/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffyyzblmUI/AAAAAAAABC8/JhSmZRNjXbk/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995638629570882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw squirrels during my bike ride! There were so many crossing the path. After that, we just had lunch and decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffyj-QHZLI/AAAAAAAABCs/FhwSlT0Cuqo/s1600-h/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffyj-QHZLI/AAAAAAAABCs/FhwSlT0Cuqo/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995383836206258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of some of the mountains we saw on the drive home. So beautiful! I had such a great time. I saw and sniffed so many new things. I wish I could be out on the road all the time. Although I did miss Jasper so I sought him out as soon as we got home. I dragged him around the living room coz I wanted him near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffy6WmXxoI/AAAAAAAABDE/a0vtceGOfHs/s1600-h/IMG_1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sffy6WmXxoI/AAAAAAAABDE/a0vtceGOfHs/s320/IMG_1835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329995768329127554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we got home, I had another surprise. Auntie Joanne and Maddie sent me some Bronwyn's Biscuits. There are super delicious and like us, they also help raise funds for IMHA (Immune Mediated Hemolytic Anemia, one of the diseases I have) research so they are doubly good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffrcA4zm0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/lXhhc17fVE0/s1600-h/IMG_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffrcA4zm0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/lXhhc17fVE0/s320/IMG_1499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329987550523398978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even more happy news. We found out that Gypsy was able to go home on Sunday. Hooray! She is recuperating at home and her brother Max is so happy to see her again. Thanks for all your well wishes for Gypsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-8427063707816755200?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/8427063707816755200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=8427063707816755200&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8427063707816755200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/8427063707816755200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/04/latest-adventure.html' title='Latest Adventure'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SffvBoIlhxI/AAAAAAAABAc/xMDkxp-mtQQ/s72-c/IMG_1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-9196854197243287448</id><published>2009-04-15T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:49:26.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Help Gypsy</title><content type='html'>This is my pal Gypsy. She is currently at the hospital. She was diagnosed with  &lt;a href="http://www.itppeople.com/animals.htm"&gt;Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP)&lt;/a&gt;. It's kind of like what I have where the platelets keep dropping and she bleeds spontaneously. Her Mommie and Daddy are doing all they can for her. We are holding an &lt;a href="http://gypsy.furrkids.info/"&gt;auction &lt;/a&gt;for her to help her parents with the vet bills. You can click on her picture to go to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gypsy.furrkids.info"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea08pvc4LI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TSeWIVi_0Zk/s320/LookMaNoLeash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325142563502219442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommie says to help raise funds to help out Gypsy's Mommie and Daddy with her medical bills so I was eager to do my part. Mommie had an idea to make a homemade Eskie doll. All I needed to do was donate my fur for the stuffing. That way it was a real personal item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-T5kSI1I/AAAAAAAAA-c/q2H3A_w4Z48/s1600-h/DSC06128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-T5kSI1I/AAAAAAAAA-c/q2H3A_w4Z48/s320/DSC06128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327263920817316690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite tiring being brushed so much but we were able to gather enough fur for one small doll. I don't have much of an undercoat left so I am not shedding that much. Mommie thinks it is ironic coz she used to get bags of fur from me and now that she has a use for it, there is not that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-eRtWCKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/mKj-tgi_C08/s1600-h/tiring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-eRtWCKI/AAAAAAAAA-k/mKj-tgi_C08/s320/tiring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264099096463522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any more to shed right now. Maybe in a few more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-h758C2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/HX4scrxGuW0/s1600-h/nomore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-h758C2I/AAAAAAAAA-s/HX4scrxGuW0/s320/nomore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264161963182946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dollie she made. It's not perfect but this is her first attempt at sewing one. It is up for bid on &lt;a href="http://gypsy.furrkids.info/?p=504"&gt;Gypsy's auction site&lt;/a&gt;. Mommie also donated other items to help out. &lt;a href="http://gypsy.furrkids.info/?page_id=168"&gt;You can contact her or any of the other volunteers if you want to help Gypsy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-4ZCwFrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/MU8bAXqqJU0/s1600-h/felt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Se4-4ZCwFrI/AAAAAAAAA-0/MU8bAXqqJU0/s320/felt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327264547741898418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been on adventures lately coz it is still that time of the year where I got sick and also relapsed so Mommie is way paranoid about me going out coz we do not know what can trigger another relapse. So we are just playing indoors. Sigh! I am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my old plastic water bowl was all scratched up and dirty. The water left white blotches in it and Mommie could not get rid of it so she got me this brightly colored coffee cup. I think it's way neat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea3tOT2HbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kgW2rSIKwmg/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea3tOT2HbI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kgW2rSIKwmg/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325145596975521202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only she would put real coffee in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea4N4LZhuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/n9gidEYFz8w/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea4N4LZhuI/AAAAAAAAA-U/n9gidEYFz8w/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325146157970196194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-9196854197243287448?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/9196854197243287448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=9196854197243287448&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/9196854197243287448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/9196854197243287448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-help-gypsy.html' title='Let&apos;s Help Gypsy'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sea08pvc4LI/AAAAAAAAA-E/TSeWIVi_0Zk/s72-c/LookMaNoLeash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-249484095757159867</id><published>2009-04-08T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:45:05.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Turtle</title><content type='html'>Last night I was sleeping soundly and again rolled over to the edge of the bed. But this time I was caught by the wooden frame at the foot of the bed so I did not land on the floor. That was good but then I was stuck between the mattress and the bed frame. I woke up to find I was stuck there on on my back and I struggled to turn over so I could get up but I couldn't. Mommie woke up when she heard me struggling. She rolled me over and saw my gums were pale. But my color came back after a few minutes. Whew! I was so stressed coz I tried real hard but I could not get up on my own. Mommie said I am like a turtle coz sometimes when I am on my back I cannot get up and she has to roll me over. Usually she laughs when this happens but last night it was not funny at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-249484095757159867?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/249484095757159867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=249484095757159867&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/249484095757159867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/249484095757159867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/04/like-turtle.html' title='Like A Turtle'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-3557495722284181424</id><published>2009-03-16T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:54:36.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>I have the luck of the Irish for sure. Coz what did I get? More prezzies! Oh boy, I can't wait to see what's in here. My good pal Cappy and Oliver sent it to me as a belated barkday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8klwKFg4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/lxnSyUqhJmM/s1600-h/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8klwKFg4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/lxnSyUqhJmM/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006316321440642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what it is. It looks familiar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8kYYHjOQI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1NexOb4-cR4/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8kYYHjOQI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/1NexOb4-cR4/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006086530054402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha! I bet it is a Garfield doll. I'd recognize those orange and black markings anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8kLbXNQXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0TYsRHZhf0k/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8kLbXNQXI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0TYsRHZhf0k/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314005864062730610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee! I love it! It's perfect coz Mommie had to throw out my old one coz it got too dirty so now I have a Garfield doll again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8lDK3NANI/AAAAAAAAA8w/MtEeKFvCeBU/s1600-h/IMG_1213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8lDK3NANI/AAAAAAAAA8w/MtEeKFvCeBU/s320/IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006821706203346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8lREwvnuI/AAAAAAAAA84/SY6hOr3mHs8/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8lREwvnuI/AAAAAAAAA84/SY6hOr3mHs8/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007060586667746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even sent me a barkday card. Thanks Cappy and Oliver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8k0a6jGXI/AAAAAAAAA8o/zzj6Afrwz80/s1600-h/IMG_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8k0a6jGXI/AAAAAAAAA8o/zzj6Afrwz80/s320/IMG_1210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314006568317163890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look what I have here. Even more belated barkday prezzies. This one is from Uncle Josh, Cherokee and Kody. Isn't he cute? Look at that face. Teehee! I love carrying him around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8ld7i1BdI/AAAAAAAAA9A/tSYB3Fh0Qmg/s1600-h/IMG_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8ld7i1BdI/AAAAAAAAA9A/tSYB3Fh0Qmg/s320/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007281450681810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Uncle Josh, Cherokee and Kody. What great pals you are! I love my squid and green toy. It is perfect for St. Patrick's day! They also sent me a card. It says these are some manly gifts for me. Yup I am a man now coz I am 7 years old. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8mJJ41m8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/-Hndut5Pd00/s1600-h/IMG_1382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8mJJ41m8I/AAAAAAAAA9g/-Hndut5Pd00/s320/IMG_1382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314008024035466178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love licking my new toys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8l-7lLYaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/95L-8eH7akc/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8l-7lLYaI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/95L-8eH7akc/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007848396218786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8l1YNoqYI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pqmzeCtSJks/s1600-h/IMG_1299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8l1YNoqYI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/pqmzeCtSJks/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007684283410818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry squidee. I will get to you soon enough. He has squeakers in his head and all of his tentacles. Plus there is also a rattle in his head and some crunchy stuff. So awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8loZnb04I/AAAAAAAAA9I/enEaAch3874/s1600-h/IMG_1297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8loZnb04I/AAAAAAAAA9I/enEaAch3874/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314007461321757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-3557495722284181424?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/3557495722284181424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=3557495722284181424&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3557495722284181424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/3557495722284181424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/Sb8klwKFg4I/AAAAAAAAA8g/lxnSyUqhJmM/s72-c/IMG_1207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5338025046897938287</id><published>2009-03-01T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:31:19.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 7 Years Old Today!</title><content type='html'>Oh boy! It's my barkday! I am seven years old today. My good pal Jasmine sent me a barkday package a few days ago. I could not wait so I opened it up right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasRW_eiaRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Z4u8rNadg9A/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308355672480573714 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasRW_eiaRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Z4u8rNadg9A/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...Wonder what's in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasR68u8oJI/AAAAAAAAA64/kqWYDJa-IUU/s1600-h/IMG_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308356290219384978 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasR68u8oJI/AAAAAAAAA64/kqWYDJa-IUU/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ooooh. There's lots of stuff under the packing peanuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasSANs5qBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0ZA38GOOxww/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308356380673550354 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasSANs5qBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/0ZA38GOOxww/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wow! A barkday cupcake toy! Check it out. It says Birthday Boy and has little bones on it. I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasSdu9_-BI/AAAAAAAAA7I/LCF2t8iXejc/s1600-h/IMG_1055.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308356887819843602 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasSdu9_-BI/AAAAAAAAA7I/LCF2t8iXejc/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And a pack of sweet potato fries. Yummmie!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasS4SQSldI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wknA_eJxmzU/s1600-h/IMG_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308357343968400850 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasS4SQSldI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/wknA_eJxmzU/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jasmine! I love everything. You and your Mommie are the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasTBOSJC2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ik3327aZDlk/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308357497521245026 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasTBOSJC2I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ik3327aZDlk/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday Uncle took me to the mall. At first we planned to go on my actual barkday but the forecast said it would rain so we went yesterday. True enough today has been all cloudy and rainy so I am staying home. He got me a doggie cupcake from Sprinkles. It was soooooo yummmy!! Here I am posing outside with my treat. I got lots of pats and smiles at the mall. Uncle took me into some shops and checked out some watches. I stood up on my hind feet so I could take a peek at the display window to see. I think it is better to shop for treats though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasTvlC0WcI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MFs6AjQ91vg/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308358293904972226 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasTvlC0WcI/AAAAAAAAA7g/MFs6AjQ91vg/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pupcake was delicious. I did not get to finish the whole thing though. Mommie said only a little at a time to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90abd35a57e391e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D090abd35a57e391e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FD3A456672F935FB5F551D8AB44CEFBAB5D190A.7E96F987CE1B7A6BDBA185BE4BD2E8F52B134E6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90abd35a57e391e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DonIWLERSpMQbr0s7YKpMUXs76vA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D090abd35a57e391e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FD3A456672F935FB5F551D8AB44CEFBAB5D190A.7E96F987CE1B7A6BDBA185BE4BD2E8F52B134E6A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D90abd35a57e391e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DonIWLERSpMQbr0s7YKpMUXs76vA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up real early coz I was excited about my barkday. I knew there would be more goodies coz Mommie was busy baking last night. I just know it was for me. Then she put all my barkday goodies on the table for a pictorial so I could not play with my new toys. So I just kept running around with this barkday cake stuffie. I got this at my barkday party last year and Jasmine got me a mini version for this year. I love them both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasV9xcb07I/AAAAAAAAA7o/nTm_UrTgXgE/s1600-h/IMG_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308360736775066546 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasV9xcb07I/AAAAAAAAA7o/nTm_UrTgXgE/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soon Mommie was done with her preparations and I posed with my barkday loot. Wowie all the stuff from Jasmine and the necklace from Hana and a barkday cake and a barkday balloon. Mommie even had a barkday hat for me. We took a picture with the candle from Jasmine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasWy6bugbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EnK78xXGkDc/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308361649721082290 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasWy6bugbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/EnK78xXGkDc/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then another pic with the number 7 candle. We're gonna save the other for next year coz I can't use my number candle next year anymore. Hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasXJuWZIZI/AAAAAAAAA74/1nzWCcP_5TU/s1600-h/IMG_1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362041614475666 style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasXJuWZIZI/AAAAAAAAA74/1nzWCcP_5TU/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And finally, it was time to eat cake. Yummie! Mommie used peanut butter and carrots. So delicious. Wish I could finish the entire thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasXa8uzd4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/nDUJ4scteRE/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362337532737410 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasXa8uzd4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/nDUJ4scteRE/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did lick off most of the icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b2e7e0bb5c80580" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b2e7e0bb5c80580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4395D730BBFB786FC829899BDCFB24D2271FDC88.3A8851FDC0D4EF048035ED56C211E0B9668C77C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b2e7e0bb5c80580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZGWcZNXnQ0dVYKZGdiiSjUbWQg0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b2e7e0bb5c80580%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4395D730BBFB786FC829899BDCFB24D2271FDC88.3A8851FDC0D4EF048035ED56C211E0B9668C77C4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b2e7e0bb5c80580%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZGWcZNXnQ0dVYKZGdiiSjUbWQg0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before taking a bite out of the cake. After eating some cake, I proceeded to pop my balloon. It was so much fun but Mommie said I popped it too fast so she was not able to get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-781df0fae69b71d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D781df0fae69b71d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D685F346DE13C8FF871CAAF4287D38159EC4C2355.4D8340305FAD39070EA793847E5DBAD4ADF229B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D781df0fae69b71d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFpP1AoBGlAiz5PLTLedL2wtFAE4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D781df0fae69b71d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D685F346DE13C8FF871CAAF4287D38159EC4C2355.4D8340305FAD39070EA793847E5DBAD4ADF229B4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D781df0fae69b71d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFpP1AoBGlAiz5PLTLedL2wtFAE4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe for my barkday cake. Mommie only baked half of this recipe this time coz I was the only one going to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp baking soda &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup peanut butter &lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;1 cup shredded carrots &lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla &lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup honey &lt;br /&gt;1 egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together flour and baking soda. Add everything else and mix well. Put non-stick spray on a baking pan and pour the cake batter in. Bake for 40 minutes at 350 degrees or until a toothpick comes out clean when you poke the cake in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can puree low fat cottage cheese to use for icing. Or even yogurt or cream cheese. Carrot pieces or dog candy sprinkles can be used to decorate it, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5338025046897938287?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3b2e7e0bb5c80580&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=781df0fae69b71d8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90abd35a57e391e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e5628e47649ffab7&amp;type=video%2Fmp' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5338025046897938287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5338025046897938287&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5338025046897938287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5338025046897938287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-7-years-old-today.html' title='I&apos;m 7 Years Old Today!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SasRW_eiaRI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Z4u8rNadg9A/s72-c/IMG_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1737245297546473375</id><published>2009-02-24T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:57:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>I was sleeping soundly yesterday morning when all of a sudden I was jarred awake and found myself on the floor. I was so shocked. Mommie awoke when she heard a loud thump which was me landing on the floor. Ouch! She jumped up and checked me at once. My gums were so pale they were almost white. She said I probably rolled over in my sleep and fell off the bed. Sniff! I usually wake Mommie up so she can carry me off the bed because it is quite high. It took a few minutes for my gummies to get back to normal. Mommie was ready to take me to the doc if it did not. So I did not get to play all day and Mommie carried me up and down the stairs to make sure I did not relapse. Last night, I did not want to sleep up on the bed because I was afraid I would fall again so I spent the night on my doggie bed on the floor. I miss cuddling with Mommie though so maybe tonight I will feel up to sleeping on the human bed again. I've fallen off the bed before but that bed was not as high and the way I rolled over, I landed on all four feet. Mommie said I should not keep staying on the edge of the bed. But I like it there. I love dangling my feet and toys over the side. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1737245297546473375?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1737245297546473375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1737245297546473375&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1737245297546473375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1737245297546473375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/02/rude-awakening.html' title='Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-527329005384399165</id><published>2009-02-16T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:15:32.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casper Visits Hana For Valentine's</title><content type='html'>DING DONG! I came to visit Hana for a Valentine's date. I saw her on her perch at the window and she barked as soon as she saw me. Here she is zipping to the front door to greet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpUANPP5FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m2m_SglxCHA/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpUANPP5FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m2m_SglxCHA/s320/AmericanEskimo140.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643873712530514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even had some toys out for me to play with. What a great hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT9rOaKvI/AAAAAAAAA58/fr0MgaJ2xTw/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT9rOaKvI/AAAAAAAAA58/fr0MgaJ2xTw/s320/AmericanEskimo141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643830222465778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the dining table. I went out and bought Hana a bunch of treats for her barkday/Valentine's. They are heart shaped apple treats. And Hana baked some pumpkin treats for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT7PIqW9I/AAAAAAAAA50/iHlyV-l4Ghk/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT7PIqW9I/AAAAAAAAA50/iHlyV-l4Ghk/s320/AmericanEskimo143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643788322429906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They smelled really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT4q_8bkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rYoc8Oiylq0/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT4q_8bkI/AAAAAAAAA5s/rYoc8Oiylq0/s320/AmericanEskimo144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643744262450754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana's Mommie made me a custom ribbon necklace. Here I am getting measured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT2OU77PI/AAAAAAAAA5k/y2g9IYJmxl4/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpT2OU77PI/AAAAAAAAA5k/y2g9IYJmxl4/s320/AmericanEskimo145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643702206131442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hana was there to supervise every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTxY6ahEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-IyIneki2bM/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTxY6ahEI/AAAAAAAAA5c/-IyIneki2bM/s320/AmericanEskimo146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643619148334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I get the garter trimmed to my exact size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTvJdQwQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/F1sRAEMleEM/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTvJdQwQI/AAAAAAAAA5U/F1sRAEMleEM/s320/AmericanEskimo147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643580639789314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were working on it. I decided to help but it turned out it was more fun to munch on the ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTrR8JwoI/AAAAAAAAA5M/clKLnawxIG8/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTrR8JwoI/AAAAAAAAA5M/clKLnawxIG8/s320/AmericanEskimo148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643514197361282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTo_ps2iI/AAAAAAAAA5E/tXr8bSwvdqE/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTo_ps2iI/AAAAAAAAA5E/tXr8bSwvdqE/s320/AmericanEskimo149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643474928392738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we decided to make it green in time for St. Patrick's Day and since my barkday is in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTmUfYsHI/AAAAAAAAA48/yHurxN_TxiQ/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTmUfYsHI/AAAAAAAAA48/yHurxN_TxiQ/s320/AmericanEskimo150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643428982665330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are patiently waiting and watching ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTjg8rfDI/AAAAAAAAA40/FqVQF-76udY/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTjg8rfDI/AAAAAAAAA40/FqVQF-76udY/s320/AmericanEskimo151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643380787149874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon I was outfitted with my very own ribbons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTdBVTvYI/AAAAAAAAA4s/rjhCalD3uf0/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTdBVTvYI/AAAAAAAAA4s/rjhCalD3uf0/s320/AmericanEskimo152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643269221301634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to pose some more at the table and earned lots of treats from the pawparazzi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTaYhz6nI/AAAAAAAAA4k/DqSGahDQhFk/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpTaYhz6nI/AAAAAAAAA4k/DqSGahDQhFk/s320/AmericanEskimo153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303643223908149874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-527329005384399165?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/527329005384399165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=527329005384399165&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/527329005384399165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/527329005384399165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/02/casper-visits-hana-for-valentines.html' title='Casper Visits Hana For Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZpUANPP5FI/AAAAAAAAA6E/m2m_SglxCHA/s72-c/AmericanEskimo140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-5285895828932037714</id><published>2009-02-09T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:07:49.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy! Snow!</title><content type='html'>They had a great surprise for me this weekend. I was all excited coz I saw Mommie packing my bag. That usually means I am in for an adventure. So we got in the car and drove off. After the first hour, I fell asleep coz we had not gotten there yet. I was still wondering where we were headed but was too sleepy to keep looking out the window. Finally, we arrived and when I got out of the car, my feet landed on SNOW. Wowwwweeee!!!! We were in Lake Tahoe. I was so happy! We got into the hotel and I was all excited sniffing around and investigating the place. The hotel was ready for me. They had a blanket, a bowl and treats for me. But Mommie brought me my own bowl and blanket coz she said it would be safer for me. I did get to eat the treats though. Hehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_BLnUUWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KhQec9MmBt8/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo124.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300876419689369954 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_BLnUUWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KhQec9MmBt8/s320/AmericanEskimo124.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lookit my big vacation bed! I am still shedding like crazy so Mommie brought my blanket from home for me to lay on. I was all excited to start playing in the snow but Mommie said it was time for bed. It was a long drive to get here so she said we would play in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_TJxOLqI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cHGy1TU-7Os/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo125.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300876728431685282 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_TJxOLqI/AAAAAAAAA2c/cHGy1TU-7Os/s320/AmericanEskimo125.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_cQlqEdI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kybYEMXN6x4/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo126.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300876884881052114 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_cQlqEdI/AAAAAAAAA2k/kybYEMXN6x4/s320/AmericanEskimo126.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next day, I was up bright and early but everyone was still snoozing. I kept trying to wake Mommie up but she said it was too early. So I waited impatiently. Finally, everyone was up but I had to wait for everyone to get dressed and to go get breakfast. It is better to be a doggie. I was ready to go out instantly coz I had my built in sweater. Teehee! Outside the room, the had these neat-o chairs in the hallway. You could sit on these and watch the snow outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAUE8QTPI/AAAAAAAAA20/DDpzCpg6z3E/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo128.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300877843827281138 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAUE8QTPI/AAAAAAAAA20/DDpzCpg6z3E/s320/AmericanEskimo128.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCARBRECKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vsHfgwC3Z5U/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo127.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300877791301208226 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCARBRECKI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vsHfgwC3Z5U/s320/AmericanEskimo127.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was a golf course outside and it was all filled with snow so that is where we played. Here are some action shots of me having a great time in the snow. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAeI-qfdI/AAAAAAAAA28/5LdLoZPnJvI/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo132.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878016709819858 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAeI-qfdI/AAAAAAAAA28/5LdLoZPnJvI/s320/AmericanEskimo132.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAp3yW_sI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T0nAp4A3m30/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo131.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878218253237954 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCAp3yW_sI/AAAAAAAAA3E/T0nAp4A3m30/s320/AmericanEskimo131.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCA5Rt0EkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NIKSHgCANWU/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo134.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878482911531586 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCA5Rt0EkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/NIKSHgCANWU/s320/AmericanEskimo134.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCA_WamF4I/AAAAAAAAA3c/L76kGGJ5spg/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo129.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878587252316034 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCA_WamF4I/AAAAAAAAA3c/L76kGGJ5spg/s320/AmericanEskimo129.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCBD_T5vlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/GZTT3_-QJfM/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo130.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878666949574226 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCBD_T5vlI/AAAAAAAAA3k/GZTT3_-QJfM/s320/AmericanEskimo130.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCBGfDf9KI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rIutR7oiOWs/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo135.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300878709830448290 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCBGfDf9KI/AAAAAAAAA3s/rIutR7oiOWs/s320/AmericanEskimo135.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love munching on snow. Here is a video of me eating away at my snowball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32aae02e6308ef71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32aae02e6308ef71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CEA7438B8B4945F2E5A06FBB53D1B725F1A834F.53BD3276D80BA94D3958D9552E70A602C42C29A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32aae02e6308ef71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFQMH7h7giHbuhQigp-t49ymd-h0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32aae02e6308ef71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330320875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CEA7438B8B4945F2E5A06FBB53D1B725F1A834F.53BD3276D80BA94D3958D9552E70A602C42C29A6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32aae02e6308ef71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFQMH7h7giHbuhQigp-t49ymd-h0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had loads of fun riding this snow saucer. Mommie's friend brought it over a week ago and I rode on it immediately. It was fun and they pushed me around the living room in the saucer. Now I know what it is really for. Teehee! Mommie also rode with me for a bit. It was good we had it coz I got tired really quick from playing so I rested in the saucer while they pulled me so that they could keep walking in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCC7iWaM-I/AAAAAAAAA30/lxgUGk51ITI/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo133.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300880720759763938 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCC7iWaM-I/AAAAAAAAA30/lxgUGk51ITI/s320/AmericanEskimo133.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soon we found a great spot to make a snowman. So while I rested, they went to work. Mommie thought it would be a good idea to make a snow Eskie. I was real curious about it coz it kind of looked like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCDsNR0ITI/AAAAAAAAA38/RcAk5SleMwI/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo136.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300881556916937010 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCDsNR0ITI/AAAAAAAAA38/RcAk5SleMwI/s320/AmericanEskimo136.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to pose like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCDyZVFN7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yR17-oYR50E/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo137.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300881663231080370 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCDyZVFN7I/AAAAAAAAA4E/yR17-oYR50E/s320/AmericanEskimo137.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the snowmen with the snow Eskie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCD1wnvGmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/526SlNh1waM/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo138.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300881721022945890 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCD1wnvGmI/AAAAAAAAA4M/526SlNh1waM/s320/AmericanEskimo138.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Murphy and his Mom came over to admire our handiwork. I played with Murphy for a bit and he pulled me in my saucer for a while. He also rode the saucer down a slope a few times. It looked like fun but Mommie said I might fall out. We decided to head back shortly after that also coz it was getting really cold and I was too tired already. So back we went so I could take a long nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCFCz_UnPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/m47CyoipWSM/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo139.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300883044777106674 style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZCFCz_UnPI/AAAAAAAAA4U/m47CyoipWSM/s320/AmericanEskimo139.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After that, we went in search of dinner. There was a small doggie store beside the grocery so Mommie took me there. She got me some treats and was paying for it when she noticed that I had picked my own treat from the display. She checked it out and said it looked ok for me to have so she bought it for me. Wheee!!! This is such a great vacation!!! I get to spend all day with Mommie and play in the snow and get treats, too!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was bit of a downer though. I was too tired still from the previous day's activities so even though I wanted to play, I did not have the energy. I did not even have energy to enjoy riding the saucer anymore. Then I saw a doggie and wanted to say hello so badly. I gave a holler to call the doggie over. Mommie said the sound I made sounded so sad. He was running after a ball that his owner threw. Then we found out that he was the doggie of the person in charge of cleaning the rooms in the hotel. Mommie let me say hello to him through the window. And Mommie's friend went in to ask if the doggie passed my health checklist to see if I can say hello directly but he said the dog growled at him. Yikes! So we scrapped that idea. And then came the runs. Sigh! Mommie thinks it may have been all the snow I ate or perhaps the treat I picked out. So they had to wash my butt before leaving coz it was a mess. We decided to head home earlier than planned coz I was too tired and had the runs. I guess it was too much excitement for me. But I am still so happy we got to go. I love the snow! I slept the entire drive home dreaming of my adventures. Today, I am still having the runs so I am to rest the whole day. Phooey! I hope it clears up soon so I can ride my saucer again in the living room and pretend I am in Tahoe. Teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-5285895828932037714?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=32aae02e6308ef71&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/5285895828932037714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=5285895828932037714&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5285895828932037714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/5285895828932037714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-boy-snow.html' title='Oh boy! Snow!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SZB_BLnUUWI/AAAAAAAAA2U/KhQec9MmBt8/s72-c/AmericanEskimo124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-1900001709530039715</id><published>2009-01-20T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:15:45.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chase, Circus Dogs &amp; Yummy Treats</title><content type='html'>Check out this cute circus dog all dressed up in a suit! This picture is just so funny. I wonder if Mommie will get me a suit like this. Teehee! You can click on the picture to see the video of the circus dogs performing. They do all sorts of neat tricks! It is lots of fun to watch. Mommie and I have watched it lots of times. I hope she is not thinking of making me learn all those tricks to earn my treats. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7I5JqrL2qLs&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SXZEDrVP7rI/AAAAAAAAA1c/si3BdDU8MY8/s400/about-pic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293493241982742194" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of treats, I got a package in the mail from Kari, Steve, Gypsy and family. Yummy oatmeal and apple treats! Thank you thank you!!! Here are some pictures of me with my new favorite snack. I love 'em! I even did a paw wave to entice Mommie to give me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SXZGLY5yAqI/AAAAAAAAA1k/D9AQeYoJHCA/s1600-h/treats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SXZGLY5yAqI/AAAAAAAAA1k/D9AQeYoJHCA/s400/treats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293495573497905826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not the least, I would like to let you guys know that a fundraising auction is being held for Chase the Eskie. He needs to get surgery for both his hind legs because of &lt;a href="http://www.petsurgery.com/medialpatellarluxation.html"&gt;Medial Patellar Luxation&lt;/a&gt;. It is pretty painful so poor Chase needs to get this fixed. Please support &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/chasesauction/home.html"&gt;Chase's auction.&lt;/a&gt; Mommie and I donated a few items to help out. Here is Chase. Isn't he cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chasesauction.com/home.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SXdmLUq2dsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/V5sUVJbCcUw/s320/chaseturtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293812231710340802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-1900001709530039715?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/1900001709530039715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=1900001709530039715&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1900001709530039715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/1900001709530039715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/01/chase-circus-dogs-yummy-treats.html' title='Chase, Circus Dogs &amp; Yummy Treats'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SXZEDrVP7rI/AAAAAAAAA1c/si3BdDU8MY8/s72-c/about-pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-302501613165981037</id><published>2009-01-08T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:49:00.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie Digs</title><content type='html'>Check out these awesome &lt;a href="http://www.doggydreamhomes.com/Home__Styles.htm"&gt;doggie houses&lt;/a&gt;. We saw these pictures on craigslist and an Eskie was modelling one of the houses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXGvhMH3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1KAE6PXxLKQ/s1600-h/3ke3of3l21281331g59169cdbb56521121377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXGvhMH3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1KAE6PXxLKQ/s320/3ke3of3l21281331g59169cdbb56521121377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289010585739730802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Imagine having a doggie house like this. It is so pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXMXZhfdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4KX94xpN_I/s1600-h/3o93pc3lb11c1g5144916c23c9caba6501fd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXMXZhfdI/AAAAAAAAA0k/R4KX94xpN_I/s320/3o93pc3lb11c1g5144916c23c9caba6501fd8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289010682344340946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I would rather stay in the real house with Mommie even if these doggie digs look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXJ5u2nmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rLXaUmbm8QU/s1600-h/3n93kd3l01f51g3148916c1231782de971a86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXJ5u2nmI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rLXaUmbm8QU/s320/3n93kd3l01f51g3148916c1231782de971a86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289010640021003874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZYhbyxOVI/AAAAAAAAA00/MtfqjGEU_Pc/s1600-h/index.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZYhbyxOVI/AAAAAAAAA00/MtfqjGEU_Pc/s320/index.5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289012143812852050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one even has a pool! Well, maybe if Mommie wins the lottery she can get me one of these. Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXR9ZKVjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/L0R9Sfe0i-U/s1600-h/IMG_7008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXR9ZKVjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/L0R9Sfe0i-U/s320/IMG_7008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289010778442716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-302501613165981037?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/302501613165981037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=302501613165981037&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/302501613165981037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/302501613165981037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/01/doggie-digs.html' title='Doggie Digs'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWZXGvhMH3I/AAAAAAAAA0U/1KAE6PXxLKQ/s72-c/3ke3of3l21281331g59169cdbb56521121377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-4939104141543930742</id><published>2009-01-03T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:22:54.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanford, Hana And Eskies Galore!</title><content type='html'>I took Hana on a date today at Stanford Mall. Our Mommies were there of course to chaperone us. We had lunch at the California Pizza Kitchen. Hana and I were seated in our chairs and saw lots of doggies walking by. Hana's Mommie baked some peanut butter pumpkin cookies for us. Yummmmyyyy!!! After lunch we went around the shops and sat around checking out people walking by. There were tons of doggies there, too. And we even saw 6 Eskies! Wow!!! The first 3 we saw near where we had lunch. And the other three right before we went home. What a small world. They were Eskies from the Peskipix yahoo group. Cool huh? But I was not able to say hello up close to any of the doggies. I had to be content to say hello from afar because of my health limitations but still it was quite exciting to see so many Eskies in the area. And a few people who came to pet us also said they had American Eskimo dogs at home. Here is a picture of us on a bench in front of Macy's. Hana's Mommie took more pix so be sure to check out her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWAbuveIFyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_BacAgVtz9s/s1600-h/AmericanEskimo123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWAbuveIFyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_BacAgVtz9s/s320/AmericanEskimo123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287256452363720482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-4939104141543930742?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/4939104141543930742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=4939104141543930742&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4939104141543930742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/4939104141543930742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/01/stanford-hana-and-eskies-galore.html' title='Stanford, Hana And Eskies Galore!'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SWAbuveIFyI/AAAAAAAAA0M/_BacAgVtz9s/s72-c/AmericanEskimo123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12538472.post-2055351949069486981</id><published>2009-01-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:46.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Bed And Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>Another gift I got for Christmas was this new bed my cousin Brenny got for me. It is so soft and comfy! I love it! Mommie could not resist taking my picture. She put all the Christmas cards I got this year all around me. It got really crowded on the bed but I was too sleepy to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SV1x6c351GI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KILxTVqDeCI/s1600-h/DSC07978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SV1x6c351GI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KILxTVqDeCI/s320/DSC07978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286506786599851106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12538472-2055351949069486981?l=casperddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/feeds/2055351949069486981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12538472&amp;postID=2055351949069486981&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2055351949069486981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12538472/posts/default/2055351949069486981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://casperddog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-bed-and-christmas-cards.html' title='New Bed And Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Casper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17822251317224414098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/654/1068/320/AmericanEskimo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QWah5FoeLfo/SV1x6c351GI/AAAAAAAAA0E/KILxTVqDeCI/s72-c/DSC07978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
