<?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-17304953</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:27:06.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog from the viewpoint of a young dog and cat living together.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-115178220543750431</id><published>2006-07-01T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:31:54.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#D7943D"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ee.1asphost.com/kiyra/tiggericon.png" vspace="3" hspace="3" align="left" alt="Tigger"&gt;I cannot believe this. Yet another invasion of my beloved home. A few months ago, my human brought home another cat. Not only that, but it was another ORANGE cat. She named him 'Butterscotch'. Hah! What an idiotic name! He tried to get all friendly with everybody, but I ignored him. However, my beloved human catered to his whims. Disgusting! Then, last night, this lost half-grown, beraggled kitten shows up on the porch. And my human brings him into MY house! Sure, he was half-starved, but it's his own problem if he can't find food for himself. Not to mention, he has a cold. Gah! I hope it's not contagious. This little twerp even had a collar and a bell. Disgraceful! I would never be caught with a collar on - collars are for servants, such as dogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human believes him to be lost and is making attempts at finding his 'owners'. I hope he's quick about it. It's getting crowded around here very quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human is worried because she hasn't seen Butterscotch in a couple of days. I could care less if that lanky beast ever came back. But it upsets her, and I don't like it when anything upsets my dear human. I guess she'll just have to direct more of her love towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-115178220543750431?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115178220543750431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=115178220543750431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/115178220543750431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/115178220543750431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cannot-believe-this.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-115178150235886518</id><published>2006-07-01T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:22:15.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1778/anni4xp.gif" align="left" alt="Annaliesa"&gt;Waaahh! Mommy broke one of my toys! She backed over it with the car. It was one of my favorites too. A bit white pipe thing. Mom said it was... P... C...P? pipe. I don't know what that is, but I really liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh! We have a new friend in the house! He came up on the porch last night and mom brought him inside. It's another cat. He's still kinda little, but he's orange, like Tigger! And he has a collar and bell. Mom thinks he got lost and she's trying to find his family. He is really skinny and ate a whole lot last night. I didn't know such a little cat could eat so much! Maybe this one will be friends with me. Tigger and Lynx don't like him. But then, Tigger and Lynx don't like me either. I don't know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom brought me a new collar. I don't know why, but it made her really happy. And if Mommy's happy, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Annaliesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-115178150235886518?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/115178150235886518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=115178150235886518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/115178150235886518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/115178150235886518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2006/07/waaahh-mommy-broke-one-of-my-toys-she.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-113440430681331029</id><published>2005-12-12T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T11:30:59.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Wow this is really cool a blog huh can I drag it off to my secret hidy place I could keep it away from the other ferrets that way and then never have to share it or maybe I could show it to Abra who would really like it what it doesn't seem to want to go with me I can't seem to get my teeth on to it this bites I really want to take the blog with me how can I show the other ferrets when I can't even get ahold of it with my teeth I want to play with the blog damn it oh well guess I hafta find something else exciting to play with maybe this tissue will do at least I can drag it away with me well gotta go ByeBye.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kadabra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-113440430681331029?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/113440430681331029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=113440430681331029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/113440430681331029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/113440430681331029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-this-is-really-cool-blog-huh-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-113431467854249665</id><published>2005-12-11T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T10:27:03.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1778/anni4xp.gif" align="left"&gt;This really weird thing was walking down my road today.  I barked and barked, but it ignored me.  It was really big and made this clipity-clop sound when it walked.  It had four legs like me, but they were really long legs! It smelled really strange, too.  I didn't get close to it to really check the smell out, it was too big and scary.  And I thought I caught the scent of a human coming from its direction too. But I didn't see a human.  At least, not at first.  Then, I noticed this human-looking thing sitting up on its back.  What was it doing to that human? Maybe it was carrying it off to its den to eat it or something???? So I barked and barked and barked.  Finally, Mommy came to the door and told me to stop barking at that horse.  I wasn't barking at no horse! 'Sides, I don't even know what a horse is.  I was barking at this monster carrying off a poor helpless human.  Couldn't Mommy see the monster? Oh well.  Maybe one day I'll be big enough and brave enough to take on a monster like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-113431467854249665?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/113431467854249665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=113431467854249665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/113431467854249665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/113431467854249665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-really-weird-thing-was-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112845123391470537</id><published>2005-10-04T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:51:20.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1778/anni4xp.gif" alt="Annaliesa" vspace="3" hspace="3" align="left"&gt;Mommy took me for a walk today down my road. She got mad at me 'cuz I kept pulling on the leash.  But I hate the leash and I wanted to run! 'Sides, why can't mommy run down the road with me?? It's so much fun! Mommy should really run more. She just doesn't realize how much fun running at top speed is, does she? I picked up a leaf along the way.  It was a big, crispy leaf.  But I dropped it halfway up the road and mommy wouldn't go back and let me pick it up.  That's okay.  I picked up this neat looking rock later. I lost it somewhere, I just can't remember where. When we got back, mommy let me in the house and I ran all over the house.  It's so fun to bounce off the couches!  And then Lynx came in and I got to chase him around.  He's always jumping to higher places so I can't reach him.  But I'm bigger now, so I can reach him in more places!  He can't hide from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the house is such a cool place!  The cats go there all the time.  Sometimes I see a strange cat that doesn't live in the house there.  It was in there today, so I barked and barked at it.  I don't think mommy likes me going under the house, because she always calls me back up on the porch. Sometimes, she lets me come in then, which is good.  I like being in the house with mommy much better than being under the house.  I found this cool fluffy pink stuff hanging up when I went under there.  I managed to grab a mouthful and took it out in the yard to play with.  It tasted kinda funny.  But it reminds me of the fluffy white stuff that was in the pillow.  Oh.  I wonder if mommy doesn't like me playing with the pink stuff, either.  But it's so nice and fluffy!  And I can rip it up! *sigh*  I think I'll go eat something - hm... a stick  sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Annaliesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112845123391470537?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112845123391470537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112845123391470537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112845123391470537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112845123391470537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/mommy-took-me-for-walk-today-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112839841496239582</id><published>2005-10-03T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:00:14.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#D7943D"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ee.1asphost.com/kiyra/tiggericon.png" vspace="3" hspace="3" align="left" alt="Tigger"&gt;I want to kill the dog. Please, do not think badly of me for it. You must understand.  This dog has invaded my house, taken up with &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; human, drools in the water bowl and eats all the food. It's not enough that she swallows all of her own food in one gulp. She thinks she must eat &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; the food she sees. She's big. She's loud. She's obnoxious.  I still do not understand why my human insists on allowing her to stay at my home.  This insult must be resolved.  Since I have yet to come up with a way to kill the dog, I killed a field rat instead. I must keep my prowess up to speed, my claws sharp and practice the art of maiming.  Then... one day... I will gloriously present my beloved human with the head of that miserable dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Tigger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112839841496239582?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112839841496239582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112839841496239582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112839841496239582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112839841496239582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-to-kill-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112827642758430146</id><published>2005-10-02T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:13:17.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="lynx"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/4686/lynx099lm.gif" alt="Lynx" align="left" hspace="5" vspace="2"&gt;I woke up this morning feeling kinda funny.  I wasn't sure if I wanted outside, or if I just wanted to run around the house and smash things. Mom got mad because I woke her up.  But what was she doing still in bed?  'Sides, I wanted something, I just couldn't figure out what!  It's not my fault that I can't make up my mind.  But she let me into her room and I got to sleep in there.  That made me happy.  I don't get to sleep in the bedroom very often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having such a good time napping in my favorite spot later, when Mom had to let the dog in (what &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; her name?).  She chased me all over the house and wouldn't leave me alone.  Even hissing and slapping her doesn't seem to do anything. She must think it's some sort of game.  She's so stupid! She doesn't seem to know when someone's telling her to buzz off! I got ontop of the refrigerator and knocked some stuff off the top, because I was mad.  I don't think Mom knows it was me.  Serves her right!  She shouldn't let that dog into MY house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lynx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112827642758430146?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112827642758430146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112827642758430146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112827642758430146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112827642758430146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-woke-up-this-morning-feeling-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112821327395358174</id><published>2005-10-01T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T13:11:57.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1778/anni4xp.gif" alt="Annaliesa" vspace="3" hspace="3" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the park today!  It was great!  I don't like ridding in the car, though. It makes me sick.  I threw up all over the backseat. But I got to go with Mommy, so it was okay.  There were lots of people at the park. There were these people floating around in the river. I barked at them, but they didn't say hi back.  That wasn't very nice of them.  We met this cute little girl on one of the bridges, but she said she didn't like dogs!! How can you not like dogs???? And I'm such a nice dog!  When we saw here again, she ran away from me.  It made me sad and confused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore upon a pillow later after we got home and dragged the fluffy white stuff all over the house.  It was fun! I really like the fluffy white insides of pillows. But then Mommy find it, and I got in trouble.  Maybe Mommy just doesn't realize how fun it is to rip open something and throw the fluffy insides around.  She should try it sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;~Annaliesa~&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112821327395358174?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112821327395358174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112821327395358174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112821327395358174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112821327395358174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-went-to-park-today-it-was-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112818528611520079</id><published>2005-10-01T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T11:48:06.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img302.imageshack.us/img302/4686/lynx099lm.gif" alt="Lynx" vspace="3" hspace="3" align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#978F73"&gt;Man, I hate when the dog drools on my tail. Does she have any idea how long I spend grooming that tail of mine? And she won't leave me alone and just let me eat!  I don't know why mother even lets her in the house at all!! She used to be smaller than me.  She was such a pain then.  But now she's an even bigger pain!!! I can't go anywhere in the house without the dog following me and pulling on my tail. I tried napping ontop of the refrigerator, but mom pulled me off and won't let me sleep up there.  It's just so unfair!  It's completely unjust! I complain and complain, but no one seems to listen.  Hmph.  Think I'll go find a good spot to sleep now - maybe the dog won't notice.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;~Lynx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112818528611520079?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112818528611520079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112818528611520079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112818528611520079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112818528611520079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/10/man-i-hate-when-dog-drools-on-my-tail.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17304953.post-112809510098404641</id><published>2005-09-30T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:09:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#9999ff;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img261.imageshack.us/img261/1778/anni4xp.gif" align="left" alt="Annaliesa"&gt;Wow... this is so cool! Mommy said that I could say whatever I wanted in this blog thingy. I was really hoping a blog was some sort of treat, but it isn't. But that's okay. I guess a blog is like a toy - only it doesn't squeak and I can't chew on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I chased Lynx around the house today and caught his tail a few times. He has such a cool, fluffy tail! I don't know why he gets so mad when I play with it. He really needs to lighten up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I barked and barked at these two boys that were walking down the road, but they just ignored me. I told them they couldn't walk down my road, 'cuz.. well... 'cuz it's MY ROAD!!! No one can walk down my road without giving me a treat!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmm... I think I'll go play in the yard. Maybe I'll chase one of the cats. I don't like it when they go up trees, though. I can't go up a tree, so it's not fair! Cats are such cheaters!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;~Annaliesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17304953-112809510098404641?l=lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/feeds/112809510098404641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17304953&amp;postID=112809510098404641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112809510098404641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17304953/posts/default/112809510098404641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxandannaliesa.blogspot.com/2005/09/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>al/ly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10644179039826144620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='17' src='http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/4089/ally7yx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
