<?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-21071375</id><updated>2011-10-02T15:16:17.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scout the Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-1602029785209928587</id><published>2010-06-03T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:56:11.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be a big sister! &amp;nbsp;Mommy is having a baby and I hope it's another furbaby like me! &amp;nbsp;Mommy and Daddy keep telling me that a baby is coming to move in in December. &amp;nbsp;I don't know if it is going to be a girl or a boy or a furbaby or a human baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be looking for a new place to live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-1602029785209928587?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1602029785209928587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=1602029785209928587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1602029785209928587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1602029785209928587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-5639388353732506617</id><published>2010-03-07T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:08:20.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Park</title><content type='html'>I just had the most amazing day! &amp;nbsp;I got to go the dog park with Mom, Dad, Uncle Rick and Buki (he's a dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oG6CIa76I/AAAAAAAAADo/cD_I_IIpSzM/s1600/buki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oG6CIa76I/AAAAAAAAADo/cD_I_IIpSzM/s200/buki.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't really sure what to do at the park, but I really enjoyed myself! &amp;nbsp;I stuck my Mom and Dad mostly but I wandered off a few times. &amp;nbsp;Buki was completely attached to Uncle Rick and didn't really like to be left. &amp;nbsp;I had a great time and I can't wait to go back again....soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-5639388353732506617?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5639388353732506617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=5639388353732506617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/5639388353732506617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/5639388353732506617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/park.html' title='Park'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oG6CIa76I/AAAAAAAAADo/cD_I_IIpSzM/s72-c/buki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-3600694470139976886</id><published>2009-12-28T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:09:43.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I must have been a good girl this year because Santa came to see me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oEQo-txPI/AAAAAAAAADI/3jAlif4VUug/s1600/IMG_2323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oEQo-txPI/AAAAAAAAADI/3jAlif4VUug/s200/IMG_2323.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Christmas is one of my favorite times of year because I get to wear my Santa hat all the time. &amp;nbsp;I think I'm supposed to wear it on the top of my head but it always seems to fall down around my chin like a beard. &amp;nbsp;If I'm naughty, my mommy and daddy take my Santa hat away from me as punishment. &amp;nbsp;When I can show that I'm a big girl again I get my hat back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oEmCtd_rI/AAAAAAAAADQ/NkPfDfNztEg/s1600/Holiday+2009+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Mulley (from all the way in England) sent me some presents this year. &amp;nbsp;They sent me a very stylish bow tie to wear and some chocolate covered doggie treats (don't worry it's not real chocolate-so it's safe for dogs). &amp;nbsp;I LOVED both of my presents from them...especially the chocolates. &amp;nbsp;I have decided that I &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;like the taste of chocolate...and this has led me to get into some trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oF2B0dKSI/AAAAAAAAADg/bGI5ytCkrXg/s1600/Holiday+2009+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oF2B0dKSI/AAAAAAAAADg/bGI5ytCkrXg/s200/Holiday+2009+013.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The day after Christmas, my cousins (Tripp, Madison and Delaney) came to see me with their parents. &amp;nbsp;I find the little people a bit stressful. &amp;nbsp;They are loud and run around a lot and are about the same size as me! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mom and Dad also got some lovely English chocolates for Christmas from Grandma and Grandpa Mulley. &amp;nbsp;One night while they were out I decided to try some of their treats. &amp;nbsp;Apparently, this was not one of my better ideas. &amp;nbsp;Mom and Dad were sooooo mad at me. &amp;nbsp;Mom even gave me a spankin'. &amp;nbsp;I think I've learned my lesson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-3600694470139976886?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3600694470139976886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=3600694470139976886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3600694470139976886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3600694470139976886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8oEQo-txPI/AAAAAAAAADI/3jAlif4VUug/s72-c/IMG_2323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-1036535162729719947</id><published>2009-11-12T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:43:46.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmmmmmmm, candy</title><content type='html'>So Mom wasn't feeling too good today and she slept on the couch downstairs a lot. &amp;nbsp;I was worried about her so Dad moved my bed over beside the couch so that I could help her nap. &amp;nbsp;We had a good ol' nap off like we used to and it was awesome! &amp;nbsp;This evening, Mom and Dad left me for a few hours...I guess Mom needed to get out of the house. &amp;nbsp;While they were gone, I noticed that there was some leftover Halloween candy sitting on the ottoman. I decided to help myself to some of the candy (you know-to help Mom and Dad out). &amp;nbsp;There were some Hershey's Bars, Starbursts and Skittles. &amp;nbsp;I really liked the Hershey's Bars and Starbursts (but not the yellow ones--YUCK!). Apparently, that wasn't a good idea to help Mom and Dad out by eating the candy. &amp;nbsp;When they got home they were VERY angry with me. &amp;nbsp;I made me look at my mess and then she and Dad cleaned it up and wouldn't talk to me for the rest of the night. &amp;nbsp;I guess I've learned my lesson...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-1036535162729719947?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1036535162729719947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=1036535162729719947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1036535162729719947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1036535162729719947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/mmmmmmmmmmm-candy.html' title='mmmmmmmmmmm, candy'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-3606394322011430161</id><published>2009-08-31T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:34:18.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Krazy Aunt and Big Celebrities</title><content type='html'>So this weekend, my Aunt Krissy came to visit. &amp;nbsp;It has been a couple years since I've seen her and she is just as fun as I remember! &amp;nbsp;She gives me lot of attention and gets on the floor and plays with me (kind of like Dad but with a lot more high-pitched talking and energy). &amp;nbsp;She came down to run a race with Dad and the Carolina Hurricanes. &amp;nbsp;It was very hot but I think they all had a good run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Aunt Krissy left, Mom found a flea on my belly and really freaked out! &amp;nbsp;She got Dad all riled up and then they started calling around to the local vets to get some medicine for my flea. &amp;nbsp;It worked out really well for me--I got to go for a car ride!!! &amp;nbsp;We went to &lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/"&gt;Pet Smart&lt;/a&gt; to get some&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.capstar.novartis.us/"&gt;CAPSTAR&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to help kill the flea(s). &amp;nbsp;When we walked in the store these two people came running over and asked Mom if they could pet me. &amp;nbsp;She said, "sure". It turns out that the couple who wanted to love on me was Ed and Heba from &lt;i&gt;The Biggest Loser. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;They loved me and kept talking about how cute I was. &amp;nbsp;It's not easy to be such a lovable pooch--but I make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HrrMjmfwI/AAAAAAAAADA/BD93mX9tF_I/s1600/ed-heba-biggest-loser.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HrrMjmfwI/AAAAAAAAADA/BD93mX9tF_I/s320/ed-heba-biggest-loser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-3606394322011430161?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3606394322011430161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=3606394322011430161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3606394322011430161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3606394322011430161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/krazy-aunt-and-big-celebrities.html' title='Krazy Aunt and Big Celebrities'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HrrMjmfwI/AAAAAAAAADA/BD93mX9tF_I/s72-c/ed-heba-biggest-loser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-6994901581725567411</id><published>2009-07-04T10:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:36:05.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8Hd8QV7yYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iK-c657z6YE/s1600/wp_fireworks_dual3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8Hd8QV7yYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iK-c657z6YE/s320/wp_fireworks_dual3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, let's be honest...I'm not a fan of fireworks. &amp;nbsp;There are a few days of the year that people around here let off fireworks and I really don't like it. &amp;nbsp;The loud noise scares me. &amp;nbsp;Mom and Dad do really well at distracting me so that i don't get too scared but sometimes they aren't here and it's even scarier to be at home by myself when the fireworks are going off. &amp;nbsp;They usually turn the radio on and play that so that I don't hear the boom boom pow as much and I'm much more relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-6994901581725567411?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6994901581725567411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=6994901581725567411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6994901581725567411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6994901581725567411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8Hd8QV7yYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iK-c657z6YE/s72-c/wp_fireworks_dual3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-4075439788499838838</id><published>2009-05-04T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:12:54.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Granny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HYvk15HEI/AAAAAAAAACw/tkgLdD183Jo/s1600/scoutcar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HYvk15HEI/AAAAAAAAACw/tkgLdD183Jo/s320/scoutcar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad and I crammed ourselves in the MINI and drove to Granny's house this past weekend. &amp;nbsp;Mom's friend, Allison, got married and Mom, Dad and Granny were invited to the wedding (I'm still not sure why I don't get invited to more events-I have some lovely pearls I could wear). &amp;nbsp;I had fun spending time with Granny and got to indulge in tons of treats because Granny knows how much I love them! &amp;nbsp;I get to run around in Granny's backyard without my leash on and that's pretty awesome. &amp;nbsp;There are some small dogs that live behind Granny's house and they are very loud and bark a lot. &amp;nbsp;It just shows everyone how mature I am because I don't bark and I don't run away when I'm off my leash. &amp;nbsp;I love going on road trips with my parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-4075439788499838838?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4075439788499838838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=4075439788499838838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4075439788499838838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4075439788499838838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-granny.html' title='I love Granny'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HYvk15HEI/AAAAAAAAACw/tkgLdD183Jo/s72-c/scoutcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-3896287838495440155</id><published>2009-04-12T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T09:59:04.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>So Mom and Dad made it official and got married.  They dropped me off at Uncle Keith's house to play with his big dog and little &lt;s&gt;squirrel&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;dog. &amp;nbsp;After they dropped me off they headed to Charleston, South Carolina to get married. &amp;nbsp;Mom and Dad supposedly came back to Raleigh before they went down the Key West-but I never saw them. &amp;nbsp;I spent almost two weeks with those rotten ass dogs and I was thrilled when Mom came back to pick me up. &amp;nbsp;When we got home, I was able to catch up on much needed sleep in my bed and spend some quality time with my parents. &amp;nbsp;Dad said my name was going to change when they got married but I'm not ready to be Delores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my family is all back together and that my mom was able to rope in such a good man (I think I might have had something to do with him sticking around--I'm rather lovable!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-3896287838495440155?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3896287838495440155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=3896287838495440155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3896287838495440155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3896287838495440155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-7082778389501463661</id><published>2009-02-13T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:17:24.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weyrdecAhjs"&gt;YouTube - scouts treat hunt.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-7082778389501463661?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7082778389501463661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=7082778389501463661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/7082778389501463661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/7082778389501463661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/treat-hunt.html' title='Treat Hunt'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-9217535341285368101</id><published>2009-02-13T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:59:47.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TREATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYwDu_7ogcU"&gt;YouTube - Treats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-9217535341285368101?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9217535341285368101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=9217535341285368101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/9217535341285368101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/9217535341285368101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/treats.html' title='TREATS!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-242342212557795794</id><published>2009-02-13T10:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:55:59.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grannys coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ow_oMR1ICgU&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;YouTube - Grannys coming.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-242342212557795794?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/242342212557795794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=242342212557795794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/242342212557795794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/242342212557795794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/grannys-coming.html' title='Grannys coming!!!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-6970341443748095853</id><published>2009-02-12T20:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:43:26.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your daddy?!</title><content type='html'>Hello friends of the interweb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy has run away and I miss him terribly. Mommy keeps telling me that he is coming back tomorrow, but I think she's a liar. I have attached a picture of the missing person. If you see him throw a sack over his head, spin him around 7 times (to disorient him) and bring him back to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SZTOXFqFSfI/AAAAAAAAACA/7ipcW7ulaC0/s1600-h/1325891778_95cfbb4e99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302089557372914162" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SZTOXFqFSfI/AAAAAAAAACA/7ipcW7ulaC0/s320/1325891778_95cfbb4e99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-6970341443748095853?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6970341443748095853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=6970341443748095853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6970341443748095853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6970341443748095853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-my-daddy.html' title='Who&apos;s your daddy?!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SZTOXFqFSfI/AAAAAAAAACA/7ipcW7ulaC0/s72-c/1325891778_95cfbb4e99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-1575960399893262746</id><published>2009-01-20T09:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:32:23.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXnD6AfypI/AAAAAAAAABg/oLKTli24RPo/s1600-h/scout+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293390991340849810" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXnD6AfypI/AAAAAAAAABg/oLKTli24RPo/s320/scout+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXmwNYPveI/AAAAAAAAABY/hvS_hDdyfrY/s1600-h/scout+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293390652943351266" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXmwNYPveI/AAAAAAAAABY/hvS_hDdyfrY/s320/scout+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee! It's a snow day. When we woke up this morning the ground was covered in beautiful white snow! Daddy and Mommy put on my coat and we went for a walk. It's really fun to walk and play in the snow but it's also really cold!!! I was pulling really hard and Daddy had a hard time staying up-right while he was holding my leash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXoOK3a_QI/AAAAAAAAABw/9MjyGvagU2A/s1600-h/scout+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293392267176508674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXoOK3a_QI/AAAAAAAAABw/9MjyGvagU2A/s320/scout+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy and I have the same smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXns53QSYI/AAAAAAAAABo/nRYCMPDpl_E/s1600-h/scout+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293391695676721538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXns53QSYI/AAAAAAAAABo/nRYCMPDpl_E/s320/scout+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go to Charleston today and Aunt Tati was going to come play with me...but now we have this stupid snow and Mommy and Daddy couldn't go to Charleston and Aunt Tati isn't going to come play with me. I think Mommy and Daddy will go to Charleston on Monday...maybe Aunt Tati will come play with me then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm just sitting by the back door watching the snow continue to come down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXparnM9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g_uk3Q6wMTM/s1600-h/scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293393581636908450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXparnM9aI/AAAAAAAAAB4/g_uk3Q6wMTM/s320/scout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-1575960399893262746?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1575960399893262746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=1575960399893262746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1575960399893262746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1575960399893262746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXXnD6AfypI/AAAAAAAAABg/oLKTli24RPo/s72-c/scout+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-2107578568728228227</id><published>2009-01-18T10:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:13:15.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaming Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been such a good girl lately that Daddy and Mommy have become very trusting of me! Last weekend, Daddy took me for a long walk around Shelley Lake and after we had wal&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNUFS8nZHI/AAAAAAAAABI/-RYRsO1sDco/s1600-h/scout+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292666437052621938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNUFS8nZHI/AAAAAAAAABI/-RYRsO1sDco/s320/scout+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ked for a while, Daddy stopped and took my leash off and let me run around without it! I felt as free as a bird. It was so much fun and Daddy was so proud of me for not running away. My theory is...why should I run away when Mommy and Daddy take such good care of me?! I know where my kibble is kept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Daddy AND Mommy took me for a walk at Shelley Lake. It was super cold so I had to wear my new vest that Granny got me for Christmas (thanks, Granny!) and we rode in the car to the park instead of walking. Daddy and Mommy let me off of my leash AGAIN and this time Mommy took some pictures of me running around. The pictures are posted below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, Aunt Tati is coming over to play with me one afternoon while Mommy and Daddy are out of town. I think we are going to have a super good time! I'll let you know ho&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNUtZi5Z-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6rDplc40Ejg/s1600-h/scout+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292667126018566114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNUtZi5Z-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6rDplc40Ejg/s320/scout+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w my play date with Aunt Tat&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNTp0VVpzI/AAAAAAAAABA/AIVcw0gITyI/s1600-h/scout+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292665964978349874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNTp0VVpzI/AAAAAAAAABA/AIVcw0gITyI/s320/scout+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i goes.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNScazwnaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rEBkNMNeWi0/s1600-h/scout+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292664635276696994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNScazwnaI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rEBkNMNeWi0/s320/scout+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNS66fmuyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NYv6ex3UoMY/s1600-h/scout+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292665159178173218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNS66fmuyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NYv6ex3UoMY/s320/scout+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-2107578568728228227?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2107578568728228227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=2107578568728228227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2107578568728228227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2107578568728228227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/roaming-free.html' title='Roaming Free'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNUFS8nZHI/AAAAAAAAABI/-RYRsO1sDco/s72-c/scout+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-4828179960088396611</id><published>2009-01-18T10:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:58:30.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Mini!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; yeah!  I've lost my extra poundage!  I am back down to my super cute, super slim figure.  I would like to thank my mommy for lessening my food amount as well as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;berating&lt;/span&gt; me for being such a fatty.  The verbal abuse really does help you to lose weight!  Sometimes I felt like I was on The Biggest Loser and Jillian was my trainer...but hey it worked and I lost the weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new treat that I get everyday is pumpkin.  I get a spoonful of pumpkin every night with dinner and it is like having pumpkin pie with my dinner.  I LOVE PUMPKIN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-4828179960088396611?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4828179960088396611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=4828179960088396611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4828179960088396611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4828179960088396611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/skinny-mini.html' title='Skinny Mini!'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-6926582738724303735</id><published>2009-01-18T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:53:17.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNQSK30YqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jkIz-ClkyKE/s1600-h/scout+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662260176806562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNQSK30YqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jkIz-ClkyKE/s320/scout+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I have posted anything new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Christmas! Santa came and saw me and I got some bones and some new toys. Some how some of my hold toys seem to have disappeared, I guess Santa took those so that he could repair them and give to other children who really needed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granny gave me a really nice pink jacket that I can wear outside when it's cold. It's a good thing, because we have had some super cold nights! Sometimes when Mommy walks me, we look like twins because she has a pink vest that looks like my new coat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy and Daddy got some new toy called a Wii and they don't let me play with it. I always try to help them when they are playing but they don't seem to appreciate my help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Christmas card that we sent out this year was a picture of me in my Santa hat. My Nan, who lives in England, didn't have her glasses on when she got her Christmas card and thought that I was just a "furry Father Christmas". I'm sure that was pretty funny when she said that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-6926582738724303735?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6926582738724303735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=6926582738724303735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6926582738724303735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6926582738724303735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-update.html' title='Christmas Update'/><author><name>Scout the Dog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09688893380448571136</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/S8HSXOZTAPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zmtSAlv1_Qk/S220/scoutglasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fagvb_axDxc/SXNQSK30YqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jkIz-ClkyKE/s72-c/scout+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-6808510898127747737</id><published>2008-12-03T19:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:35:53.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a bird?  Is it a plane?</title><content type='html'>No!  It's Santa Scout!!!  I love this time of year for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  We put a tree INSIDE the house!  I don't get to pee on it, but how cool is it that there is a TREE INSIDE MY HOUSE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Santa comes to see me and he brings me presents.  I'm not sure what presents I'm going to get due to my current situation(refer to previous post), but I'm sure he won't forget me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  My favorite thing about this time of year is that I get to wear my Santa hat!  I love my Santa hat!!  When Mommy and Daddy take it off of me...I feel sad and naked.  I was walking with Mommy today (Daddy is out of town *tear*) and a man in a truck stopped to ask if I was Santa.  I thought...how stupid is that man...I'm just a dog...MORON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STckz6K3ShI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sSts1WCt-NU/s1600-h/IMG_2309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STckz6K3ShI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sSts1WCt-NU/s320/IMG_2309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275725962694576658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you and yours a happy holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-6808510898127747737?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6808510898127747737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=6808510898127747737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6808510898127747737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6808510898127747737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-that-bird-is-it-plane.html' title='Is that a bird?  Is it a plane?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STckz6K3ShI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sSts1WCt-NU/s72-c/IMG_2309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-4329804183979499010</id><published>2008-12-03T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:24:00.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatty Fatty Bo Batty!</title><content type='html'>I went to the vet last week and it turns out that I'm a big fatty.  I have put on nearly 10 pounds!  That is a lot of a sweet little puppy.  Mommy and Daddy have put me on very strict diet.  The amount of food that I get in my dish twice a day has been cut by a 25% and I'm not supposed to get very many treats.  I'm not sure if the treat thing upset me or Granny more.  Granny sure does like to give me treats!  I guess my New Years Resolution is going to be like everyone else...to lose weight!  See you at the gym!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-4329804183979499010?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4329804183979499010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=4329804183979499010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4329804183979499010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4329804183979499010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/fatty-fatty-bo-batty.html' title='Fatty Fatty Bo Batty!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-1491276886855163376</id><published>2008-12-03T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:20:16.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble, Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STciCURCuKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UeBnaNoT65g/s1600-h/scoutcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STciCURCuKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UeBnaNoT65g/s200/scoutcar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722911683098786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy and I went up to Granny's house for Thanksgiving.  I got to ride in the Mini Cooper. I've never been in the Mini and I really like riding in it.  While I was at Granny's I got to do some fun things that I'm not allowed to do at home.  First of all, I'm allowed to get on the furniture and nobody yells at me.  In fact, they encouraged me to get on the couch or the bed.  It was awesome!  The other thing that I got to do was to go outside without a leash! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STchaoCd_SI/AAAAAAAAAJg/67sSsQuF1Ok/s1600-h/scoutleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STchaoCd_SI/AAAAAAAAAJg/67sSsQuF1Ok/s200/scoutleaves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722229795912994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I was allowed to go in the backyard and the frontyard with out my leash on.  I was a good girl and never ran away.  I'm working really hard to build the trust of Mommy and Daddy.  I think I showed them how grown up I really am!  The last day we were at Granny's house Daddy went out and raked Granny's leaves for her. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STchuMyotHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxn8SXwr_E0/s1600-h/daveraking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STchuMyotHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/lxn8SXwr_E0/s200/daveraking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275722566079132786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While he was raking, I got to play in the front yard and chew on my treat.  Ahhh, sweet freedom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-1491276886855163376?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1491276886855163376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=1491276886855163376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1491276886855163376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/1491276886855163376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/gobble-gobble-happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Gobble Gobble, Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STciCURCuKI/AAAAAAAAAJw/UeBnaNoT65g/s72-c/scoutcar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-424038877389324930</id><published>2008-12-03T18:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:06:13.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Watch 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcdyOwKtVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A2flcKMR3Cw/s1600-h/IMG_2277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcdyOwKtVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A2flcKMR3Cw/s320/IMG_2277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275718237278614866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy put some pretty flowers outside on the back porch.  This was all fine and dandy until the squirrels came.  The squirrels thought that the pretty flowers were a sweet treat for them to eat...they were WRONG!  Mommy and Daddy gave me the very important job of Official Squirrel Watcher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcdHUZLksI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VJQ0QF4LyMk/s1600-h/IMG_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcdHUZLksI/AAAAAAAAAJI/VJQ0QF4LyMk/s320/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275717500058440386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my job to look out the back door and alert Mommy and Daddy if any squirrels come on the back deck.  I had to go through a rigorous training period with Daddy.  He showed me how to watch for the squirrels.  I did a pretty good job of this, but sometimes I would get tired and fall asleep and then those pesky squirrels would come while I was sleeping.  They must have been the official dog watchers.  When I was a good puppy and saw the squirrels, Daddy would let me go out and try to catch them.  They were lucky that they could fit throught rails and I couldn't or I would have caught them!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcej1tZFeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4n85XrA7OJ8/s1600-h/IMG_2282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcej1tZFeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4n85XrA7OJ8/s320/IMG_2282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275719089549546978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-424038877389324930?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/424038877389324930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=424038877389324930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/424038877389324930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/424038877389324930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/squirrel-watch-2008.html' title='Squirrel Watch 2008'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/STcdyOwKtVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A2flcKMR3Cw/s72-c/IMG_2277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-2615600739312793990</id><published>2008-11-06T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:20:09.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the mystery wet spot</title><content type='html'>So the past couple days there have been these mystery wet spots showing up on the carpet upstairs. They aren't big wet spots (about the size of a dime) but they had a tendency of showing up right after I had been near that part of the carpet. Now, I will let you know, that I AM house trained and do NOT pee on the carpet. Yes, I have gotten REALLY excited and peed on the floor...but only occasionally. This is still no reason for Mommy and Daddy to blame me for the mystery wet spots on the floor...yet they did! Can you imagine spilling a little water on the floor and then your loved ones accuse you of peeing on the floor?! It's crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I am sleeping (quite happily I might add) when Daddy goes upstairs to shave. While he is up there, he sees more mystery wet spots. Thank God I hadn't been upstairs in hours or else guess who would have gotten blamed, AGAIN?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, Daddy did a little detective work and found out that the expansion tank on the hot water heater had rusted through. It was slowly leaking water through the smoke detector and it was dripping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy went to the Home Depot and bought a new expansion tank and then did a little research on the interweb and then went up in the attic and banged around and said some bad words until finally he came back down and everything was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is my hero and quite a good detective, too. He found the cause of the mystery wet spot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-2615600739312793990?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2615600739312793990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=2615600739312793990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2615600739312793990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2615600739312793990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mystery-wet-spot.html' title='the mystery wet spot'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-5337550426888819713</id><published>2008-11-05T20:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:06:07.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Leader</title><content type='html'>So we have a new president.  I am very involved in politics.  I would like to be honest and let everyone know (yes, all 3 of you who read the blog) who I voted for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for Obama &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJPfz7n2pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PrnREyoPKXc/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJPfz7n2pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PrnREyoPKXc/s320/obama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265358322284354194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't vote for McCain  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJPtdLXKpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/z1Am-wu1QK4/s1600-h/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJPtdLXKpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/z1Am-wu1QK4/s320/mccain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265358556694522514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted for Snoopy  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJP9kTImxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wbH6Oi0YVXE/s1600-h/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJP9kTImxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wbH6Oi0YVXE/s400/snoopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265358833484077842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-5337550426888819713?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5337550426888819713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=5337550426888819713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/5337550426888819713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/5337550426888819713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-leader.html' title='A New Leader'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRJPfz7n2pI/AAAAAAAAAIw/PrnREyoPKXc/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-3738034467499545066</id><published>2008-11-04T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:40:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain drops keep fallin on my head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRBsm84yV7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4kOkrNO4Xx8/s1600-h/IMG_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRBsm84yV7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4kOkrNO4Xx8/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264827380831246258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today just makes me want to stay in bed with the covers pulled tight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-3738034467499545066?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3738034467499545066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=3738034467499545066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3738034467499545066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3738034467499545066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/rain-drops-keep-fallin-on-my-head.html' title='Rain drops keep fallin on my head...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SRBsm84yV7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/4kOkrNO4Xx8/s72-c/IMG_1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-3569534492665998150</id><published>2008-11-03T11:47:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:34:35.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger...no treat!</title><content type='html'>Oh my, where has the time gone? After several threatening remarks and emails from close friends and family, I have decided to blog again. I had no idea my blogs were so loved. I really should get better about this, especially since so many cool things have happened since I last blogged! I will try and remember as best as I can what all has happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ896AM7ccI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DlBlR7MBCcE/s1600-h/IMG_0974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ896AM7ccI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DlBlR7MBCcE/s320/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494556115333570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I went back to Auntie Allee's house for my cousin Delaney's birthday. She turned 1. The last time I was in the mountains was several years ago for Thanksgiving. The hardwood floors were still just as hard to get around on but this time I didn't have to dodge cousin Tripp and his crazy roller coaster or deal with those other two dogs, Bongo and Barley! While we were up there, it snowed! I haven't seen much snow in my life and honestly...it's a little cold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ8-bUolT8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/s0_8XUEXvx0/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ8-bUolT8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/s0_8XUEXvx0/s200/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264495128535715778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the spring and summer, I got to spend a lot of quality time with Granny. Mommy and Daddy were both traveling a lot with work and Granny said I could stay with her. We had lots of fun and went on lots of walks. One of the coolest things that Granny does for me is that she has "treat hunts" for me when she leaves the house for a little while. She makes me sit by the front door and then she hides treats all over the house and then she finally lets me go find them. I LOVE TREAT HUNTS! The other really cool thing about staying with Granny is that we have "nap offs". A "nap off" is where we see who can sleep the most. I can usually beat Mommy and Daddy but Granny is a really good napper!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9A8gXioZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/G36NfoXmT2g/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9A8gXioZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/G36NfoXmT2g/s200/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264497897644401042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see my cousins Tripp and Madison this summer.  We went swimming because it was so hot outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy took a trip to Charleston this summer and when they came back Mommy had a new ring. They keep talking about getting married and getting new names. Mommy told me that her name is going to change and that my name will change too. Daddy said my new name was going to be Delores. Do I look like a Delores? If my name changes to Delores, I'll have to get all new stationary and change my email address and it will really be a pain. I hope that I just get to change my last name like Mommy. Mommy and Daddy are going to get married next April and will probably leave me again. I wonder who I'll stay with then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ8_yEbj9qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_ukazSVxB4A/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ8_yEbj9qI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_ukazSVxB4A/s200/IMG_2079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264496618834753186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy and Daddy got back from Charleston with Mommy's new ring, I only had one day with them before my very first doggy house guest came. Mommy and Daddy kept telling me that Hannah was a dog, but I'm fairly certain that she is a squirrel. Sometimes, she made sounds like a dog but for the most part she looked just like a pretty squirrel. Hannah's family also came to visit. Aunt Wendy, Uncle Jeff, cousin Scott and cousin Scarlett were very nice to me but when they got to our house everyone left me and Hannah and went to the pool. I don't know why I couldn't go to the pool-I like to swim. Scott and Scarlett really liked my bed and they liked to get in my bed with me and pet me. I also like it when people pet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the summer, Uncle Chip, Aunt Colleen, cousin Tripp and cousin Madison all came to visit and celebrate Granny's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9DETTwI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TcVEJYli6X4/s1600-h/IMG_2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9DETTwI2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/TcVEJYli6X4/s200/IMG_2142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500230601057122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to see Tripp and Madison but sometimes they are too loud for me and I get scared. I sure hope Mommy and Daddy don't think about bringing any little babies to my house. Something happened when everyone was visiting...my car, The Legend, disappeared! I'm not sure where it went, but all of a sudden this little blue roller skate appeared in front of the house and I'm not even allowed in it. I loved my car. I could ride in the back seat and stick my head out the window and feel the breeze on my face. If anyone sees my car...please return it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9B0QXwgQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYz6iVH2Mqw/s1600-h/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9B0QXwgQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/iYz6iVH2Mqw/s200/IMG_2144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264498855423017218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy had some friends over a couple weeks ago for the Crock Pot Challenge. I was happy to see the familiar faces of Uncle Shane and Auntie Bridgett, but there were some new people that I hadn't met before. D-Ron and Jess brought me a little friend to play with. Her name is Mila. She is a nice girl and I had fun sniffing her. She wasn't too sure of me at first, but I think we will be good friends. Auntie Rob and Uncle Rick also came. Uncle Rick wants me to be his dog, but I'm staying right where I am. He kept talking about cloning me and I'm not sure I'm down with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent adventure that I have been on was my overnight visit to Uncle Shane and Auntie Bridgett's house. I love going over there! This time, something was different!? Their floor changed. It used to be a soft, easy to walk on carpet, but now...it's hardwood floors. Man oh man! I was a slipping and sliding all over the place. The floors look very nice but I have such a hard time walking on them, much less running! I sure do hope that Mommy and Daddy don't get hardwood floors anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9DolMMoJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x11nUgXR64g/s1600-h/Scout.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ9DolMMoJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x11nUgXR64g/s200/Scout.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264500853876498578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I almost forgot! Daddy and I have been running a lot. Daddy is training for a 5k and I'm training for the &lt;a href="http://www.iditarod.com/"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/a&gt;. My new favorite show is &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/iditarod/iditarod.html"&gt;Toughest Race on Earth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I am so ready for my big chance to race the snow of Alaska!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-3569534492665998150?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3569534492665998150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=3569534492665998150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3569534492665998150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/3569534492665998150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-bloggerno-treat.html' title='Bad Blogger...no treat!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/SQ896AM7ccI/AAAAAAAAAHU/DlBlR7MBCcE/s72-c/IMG_0974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-6828053700605894954</id><published>2007-12-30T14:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:47:41.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/R3f1Zd2VJVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ziSN4FNMjJI/s1600-h/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/R3f1Zd2VJVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ziSN4FNMjJI/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149854516779492690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I understand that it has been a while since I last blogged, but Mom has been putting the computer up higher and I am not allowed on the furniture so I hope you all will understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a new job and is working much closer to home.  This means that she can get home to me much faster after she is done working.  She seems to really love her job and comes home with lots of fun stories about her students nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy has moved in!!  This is super cool because he walks me EVERY morning and every evening.  He also loves to play with me and will get down on the floor and roll around with me.  I love my daddy!!  This is also cool because there are two human people in the house which means twice the Scout Dog love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy had a party in October and lots of human people came over and it was so fun to get all the attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy went to see Auntie Allee in October and I got to go stay with Uncle Shane and Aunt Bridgett.  I had so much fun playing with them.  I wish I could see them more often...maybe in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa came to my house early this year.  He came at the very end of November and brought me a new bed.  I love my new bed.  Now I have one upstairs and one downstairs.  I feel so rich!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was really fun this year.  My cousins (Tripp, Delaney and Madison) came over with their parents and Granny.  Tripp really liked to chase me around with his car but I'm still faster than him...for now.  Uncle Eddy tried to protect me from Tripp when he started getting a little too crazy.  I'm not used to having all of these little humans around.  They are much more active than Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to Granny's house for Christmas and Santa came and visited AGAIN!!!  This time he left me a lovely pearl necklace, a squeeky toy and some busy bones...YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bath today.  It's not my most favorite thing in the world, but I do look pretty darn good when I'm all clean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a happy Christmas and got to spend lots of time with the ones you love.  I will post some pictures from Christmas soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-6828053700605894954?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6828053700605894954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=6828053700605894954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6828053700605894954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/6828053700605894954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/R3f1Zd2VJVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ziSN4FNMjJI/s72-c/IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-4083947715457824618</id><published>2007-07-23T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:24:35.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going home!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going home to see my mommy tomorrow.  Granny is going to take me back home to Raleigh and I'll get to go see Pa and I'm really hoping Granny will take me to see Mommy in Chapel Hill. I have really missed her bunches and bunches.  I'm still not sure if I'm going to go back home with Granny or stay with my friend Bob.  Mommy is going to Europe in 12 days and I need someone to stay with.  Does anyone want to keep a really cute, super fun dog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-4083947715457824618?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4083947715457824618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=4083947715457824618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4083947715457824618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/4083947715457824618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m going home!!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-2494856857155976129</id><published>2007-07-17T14:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:13:35.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>So life has been pretty hectic lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of March and the beginning of April, I got some new human cousins.  On March 30, my Aunt Allison and Uncle Eddy had a baby girl and named her Delaney.  On April 2, my Uncle Chip and Aunt Collen had a baby girl and named her Madison.  They are very cute, but I'm not allowed to play with them yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a new job in Wake County.  She starts her job in August.  Since she is only going to be 2 miles from home, maybe I'll get to go to school with her and meet her students.  I think they would all love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been working in Chapel Hill at some camp for kids who play on computers.  While she has been gone, I've gotten to play with lots of cool people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of quality time with Dave.  He takes me for long walks and plays with me all the time.  He is always willing to pet me when I feel the need to have some attention.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent a week with Bob.  He is a big furry dog who slobbers a lot, but it's fun to have someone to play with.  His owner doesn't even make me put on my leash when I go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm at Granny's house.  I really like staying at Granny's house-she feeds me lots of treats and we have "sleep-offs" all the time.  She is really good at "sleep-offs".  Sometimes she takes me over to Misty's house and I play with her.  Misty really likes to sleep with me in my bed.  She loves me a lot.  Misty is 4 years old and is about as big as me.  I'm usually really tired after I spend time at Misty's house but that is when Granny comes to get me and we proceed with the sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Raleigh next week.  I really miss my mommy and I want to see her.  She and Dave are going to Europe in a few weeks and I might stay with Bob and his owner or maybe I'll go back home with Granny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the choices I have to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've attached a picture of me and Misty.  Neither of us sits still for long- that's why the picture is blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bark, bark, wolf...&lt;br /&gt;-Scout the Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/Rp0TaUQHoRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4FBSWUf33U/s1600-h/scout+and+misty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/Rp0TaUQHoRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4FBSWUf33U/s320/scout+and+misty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088244496832373010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-2494856857155976129?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2494856857155976129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=2494856857155976129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2494856857155976129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/2494856857155976129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/Rp0TaUQHoRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z4FBSWUf33U/s72-c/scout+and+misty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-116760184033770067</id><published>2006-12-31T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:50:40.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year End Review</title><content type='html'>As all good bloggers do, I am going to write up a year end review.  My review will not consist of pop culture like Britney's vah jay-jay or what Angelina was wearing last night, mine will consist of what happened in my life this past year.  The year started off with a bang.  I got a new vacation home so when my mom and I went to visit Brendan I would have a cozy place to relax and sleep (especially when the sun went down).  During the summer, mommy got a job and I spent several weeks with Brendan and then the rest of the summer with Granny up in Virginia.  Brendan got a new job and moved very far away and I haven't seen him since June. My Auntie Chris moved to North Carolina this summer so I've gotten to see her a little more often than before and that is always nice.  I went and stayed with Auntie Chris when Mommy went to Oregon to see Brendan.  Auntie Chris took me to Florida and I got to meet her mom and sister and they loved me very much.  For Christmas, Mommy and I went to Granny's house.  We also went over to visit Uncle Chip, Aunt Colleen, Aunt Allee, Uncle Eddy, Cousins Tripp, Bongo and Barley.  It was very fun.  I got to go outside and play with Tripp and Bongo and Barley and they are fun to play with.  Santa came to see me on Christmas and he brought me a new bed, some tennis balls, lots of treats and a couple toys.  I must have been a very good girl this year.  Brendan told Mommy that he didn't love her anymore on Christmas day and that made her sad but she is going to be fine.  I gave her lots of love and she even let me get in the bed with her to snuggle.  She is still sad sometimes but she is doing better than she has in months.  I am very proud of her and I love her very much.  She is going to one day find me a new daddy who will love me and not complain because I make him sneeze.  My mom and I are going to have the best year ever.  We are starting off fresh and it's going to be awesome.  Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-116760184033770067?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116760184033770067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=116760184033770067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/116760184033770067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/116760184033770067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-end-review.html' title='Year End Review'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-115031421645230210</id><published>2006-06-14T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:43:36.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the rain</title><content type='html'>I'm on vacation at Granny's house this week and she has apparently enrolled me in swim lessons.  It is raining like crazy here and Granny keeps making me go outside.  I don't really mind but I think she may be a little off her rocker because she keeps coming with me.  I've gotten really good at the backstroke and the freestyle but my favorite will always be the doggie-paddle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my mommy in a while and I miss her.  Don't get me wrong, I love staying with Granny but I still miss my mommy.  Granny lets me eat treats all day and I never have to eat my dinner or breakfast, she just lets me eat treats for all of my meals.  She buys me lots of new toys and I try really hard not to tear them up but sometimes I just can't help it.  The little girl across the street from my granny's house loves me.  She tells everyone that I am her dog, but that's a lie.  She is four years old and about as tall as me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get to see my cousin, Tripp, this week.  He is fun to play with.  He also has 2 four-legged brothers and we really like to play.  Tripp also likes to give me treats.  I'm not sure why everyone likes to give me treats.  My mom sure doesn't give me many.  Maybe it's because I have such a cute smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I almost forgot.  Mom and I moved into a new house.  It has stairs that I can run up and down.  I really like it.  There are some other dogs that live in the neighborhood and lots of rabbits and squirrels.  I have two beds in my new house; one upstairs by Mom's bed and one downstairs by the couch.  Sometimes I like to get on the couch but Mom gets pretty mad at me for doing that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all that is going on in my life.  I'll try to do something fun so that I'll have something else to write about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love goes out to my "friends" at Western Carolina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-115031421645230210?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115031421645230210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=115031421645230210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/115031421645230210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/115031421645230210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/06/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing in the rain'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-114169512010670881</id><published>2006-03-06T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:32:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle again...</title><content type='html'>So it may appear that I am a "once-a-month" blogger, but I am going to try and get better about that.  You may be asking yourself, "what has Scout the Dog been up to lately?"  Well let me tell you that I have been quite busy since the last time I blogged.  I had a lovely and romantic Valentine's Day with my mommy.  She made me some special treats and we cuddled most of the night.  I'm not sure that would have been the case had "Daddy" been in town, but I'm not complaining at all!  When "Daddy" came back from Hawaii, my Auntie Chris came for a visit.  I really liked meeting her, she was fun and loved me a lot.  I was very sad to see her go.  She said I could go live with her anytime.  The weekend after Auntie Chris left I went with Mommy up to Virginia to visit with my Uncle Chip and Aunt Colleen.  I also got to play with some of my cousins.  I have two four-legged cousins (Barley and Bongo) and one two-legged cousin (Tripp).  We had a great time playing.  While we were in Virginia I also got to see Auntie Mulkey and cousin Lucy (she is also four-legged).  While I visited them, Mommy bought me a new outfit and cute collar and leash.  More about that later....  I also got to meet my Auntie Kristin and her four-legged kid Angel.  Angel picked on me a lot but I still love her and want her to be my friend.  My Auntie Kristin doesn't have any hair right now, but I can't imagine her being more beautiful!  I also got to meet Auntie Kristin's mommy and sister.  They were very nice and loved on me a lot.  Auntie Kristin gave me a new toy and the noise it makes drives my mommy crazy.  I like to play with it when she is trying to take a nap or is talking on the phone.  (hehe) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my new collar and leash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Mommy and I were driving back to Raleigh from Virginia I was wearing my new collar and leash.  I really had to pee so Mommy stopped at a gas station and walked me around so that I wouldn't mess in the car.  After I went potty, Mommy put me back in the car and she ran into the gas station.  I got bored while she was gone and aimlessly started chewing on what I thought was my new toy from Auntie Kristin.   Mommy got back in the car and we were back on the road heading toward Raleigh.  While driving Mommy looked back at me to see what I was chewing on and we both realized that it was my brand-new, super cute leash.  I swear to you that smoke began to pour out of my mommy's ears because she was so mad at me.  I heard her call someone because she thought she was going to have to put me out on the road.  I'm glad she didn't do that.  I would have been lost without her.  She was pretty mad at me and I was grounded for a while but we have worked things out and I don't think she's mad at me anymore.  The lesson to this story is to NOT chew on your brand-new, super cute leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I got to play at my "vacation home".  I had a good time laying in the sun and playing in my pile.  While I was doing some investigations in my pile, I found a friend.  My new friend was a mouse.  I played with him for a long time and then red stuff started to come out of him and "Daddy" took him away from me and put him in the trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I have been a busy little puppy but I promise to try harder at blogging more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxooxx&lt;br /&gt;Scout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-114169512010670881?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114169512010670881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=114169512010670881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/114169512010670881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/114169512010670881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the saddle again...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-113987894814698191</id><published>2006-02-13T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:02:28.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/1600/DSCN0150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/320/DSCN0150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So yeah, I know it's been a while since I posted anything new...so kill me.  All of my loyal fans have asked that I do a better job of updating my blog.  By "all of my loyal fans" I mean all 3 of you.  It feels good to be loved and by loved I mean rubbed on that special spot on my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;   You may be asking yourself, "what has Scout the Dog been up to lately?"  Well not much.  It's been really cold outside and my fur is pretty short so I don't like to spend too much time out in the cold.  I wish someone would buy me a cute hoodie sweatshirt (HINT, HINT).  I went for a few romps in the park but there weren't very many dogs there so Mom and I ran around for a bit and then headed home.  I went and visited my great-grandpa's new place.  It's pretty cool but there aren't and strangers that I can jump up in the bed with.  I really liked that old wrinkly guy that I jumped in the bed with a few times.&lt;br /&gt;   So the big news of the month is that I am dog of the month for Pettyjohns Quality Cleaning.  I'm trying not to let all of the fame and attention go straight to my head but I have noticed that I have been daydreaming about being the next Miss Universe Bitch.  I can see it now...(fade in dream sequence) "here she is, Miss Universe Bitch".  I would be covered in jewels and wearing a diamond collar with a matching diamond leash.  Oh what a life I will lead.&lt;br /&gt;   I hope all is well with all of my loyal fans.  I hope to have some more hits to the blog once the newsletter with my picture in it is printed and mailed.  In the meantime I have included my winning photograph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-113987894814698191?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113987894814698191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=113987894814698191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113987894814698191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113987894814698191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-113772416744148289</id><published>2006-01-19T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:29:27.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The winner?</title><content type='html'>It may be hard to tell you won the battle in the end...but it was me!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/640/DSCN0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/320/DSCN0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-113772416744148289?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113772416744148289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=113772416744148289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772416744148289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772416744148289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/winner.html' title='The winner?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-113772408434803959</id><published>2006-01-19T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:31:22.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating up some duck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/640/DSCN0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/320/DSCN0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My daddy would say "Go Beavs!"&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-113772408434803959?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113772408434803959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=113772408434803959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772408434803959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772408434803959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/eating-up-some-duck.html' title='Eating up some duck!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-113772400450612625</id><published>2006-01-19T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:26:44.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTACK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/640/DSCN0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4858/1976/320/DSCN0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-113772400450612625?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113772400450612625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=113772400450612625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772400450612625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113772400450612625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/attack.html' title='ATTACK!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21071375.post-113753658335516537</id><published>2006-01-17T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:23:03.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/51/9476/640/DSCN0106.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/51/9476/320/DSCN0106.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a cutie patootie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21071375-113753658335516537?l=scouttheblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113753658335516537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21071375&amp;postID=113753658335516537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113753658335516537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21071375/posts/default/113753658335516537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scouttheblog.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-such-cutie-patootie.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BnRbtF4iYN4/THwGYnjaPaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/nsJ3IoUT5S8/S220/weemee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
