<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 17:49:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A Red Dog in the Red Rocks</title><description>the true life adventures of Ruby, a red dog in the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby's Mum)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-5258279782046017157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T23:41:49.948-07:00</atom:updated><title>December Update</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum's been really stingy with my computer time recently, but I've finally managed to sneak it away from her and put up some of my recent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEM8MPJfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3_YAZ2CGjN4/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEM8MPJfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3_YAZ2CGjN4/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Monty came to stay for the weekend (again). He has a look-alike stuffie we keep here and spends a lot of time hanging out with it. He's such a mama's boy, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMESm2wyMI/AAAAAAAAAks/YtVweGoUn8A/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMESm2wyMI/AAAAAAAAAks/YtVweGoUn8A/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, he just falls fast asleep right on top if it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEYkkLvCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3jjm4jSDT-g/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEYkkLvCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/3jjm4jSDT-g/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I make fun of him from time to time, Monty is my best friend in the whole world. We played lots of tuggy and some hide and seek. Monty gets fooled every time when Mum hides from him. He runs all over the house with a worried look on his face. I can't help sniggering because Mum really isn't very good at hiding and if he would just slow down and look, he'd find her right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEgyyoTrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IoPz_n2CT3A/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEgyyoTrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/IoPz_n2CT3A/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, I would never be seen snuggling up to a stuffed animal. But I do like my cushions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of peoples came over to the house on Saturday night for the Christmas singing. There was tons of food and little children with plates on their laps, but I just sat in front of them and waited patiently until they dropped something on the floor. That was the fun part of the evening. I really don't know what Mum and Dad and everyone sees in all that singing lark. They get the words all wrong and sing out of tune, then roll around on the floor laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEqxNRkNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QM6Dp40K5vk/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEqxNRkNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/QM6Dp40K5vk/s400/IMG_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thankfully, there were lots of cushions lying around, so I made the best of the situation and hunkered down. I had the best dreams about what Sandy Claws is going to be bringing me, and how all the ornaments on the Christmas tree turned into dog treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mum and Dad have been reminding me that this is the season Sandy Claws makes his rounds and how I should be a "good girl", so as he will come visit me with lots of goodies. I've been trying really hard, but I must have got led astray by some naughty elves because I just couldn't resist doing some adventuring on my own the other day. I think I've still got a couple of days to make amends, so I'm keeping a low profile and trying to stay out of trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't have been too naughty because good ol' Sandy Claws came with an early present last night. He brought the snow right to our house, so when I woke up this morning, I could run straight out of the house and play in it. I don't have any pictures of me in the snow because Mum was too lazy to take any. But here's one of the famous Sedona rocks, so you can see what a lovely place this is we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEzVgWE3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/S46WkeFs8Zc/s1600-h/snowhollypic2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEzVgWE3I/AAAAAAAAAlM/S46WkeFs8Zc/s400/snowhollypic2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-5258279782046017157?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SzMEM8MPJfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/3_YAZ2CGjN4/s72-c/IMG_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-3867460224065098700</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T15:47:07.814-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>napping</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>snow</category><title>Just Lying Around</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been trying to get motivated, spending some time on my bench outside, keeping an eye on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7TszjMWdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yn525-gkJIo/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7TszjMWdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yn525-gkJIo/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it's so hard to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7T1tBCUJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/essgKgxtfgs/s1600-h/IMG_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7T1tBCUJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/essgKgxtfgs/s320/IMG_0100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I find the best solution is to kick back on my chaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UgTQBi2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FAAXRLJEdbo/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UgTQBi2I/AAAAAAAAAkE/FAAXRLJEdbo/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And take a nap in the proper napping position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UjNTs5yI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZOqvfQsqHkY/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UjNTs5yI/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZOqvfQsqHkY/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then look what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UuQpeM4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/A78GIjAvcow/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7UuQpeM4I/AAAAAAAAAkc/A78GIjAvcow/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, Mum &amp;amp; Dad took me to the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7Uo0w9dpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FctFBr9zyUA/s1600-h/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7Uo0w9dpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FctFBr9zyUA/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, that's more like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-3867460224065098700?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-lying-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sx7TszjMWdI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yn525-gkJIo/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-8597995743611771582</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T17:02:47.226-07:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas already?</title><description>Mum finally came back from her trip this week. I was so glad to see her. Dad was vacuuming when she got home (I told him he should have started the clean up earlier), so didn't hear her come in. It made me crazy happy. I was doing puppy paws and racing around the hallway at the top of the living room steps while Mum was hiding on the other side of the wall. Dad couldn't understand what I was so excited was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had we got all settled in as a family again than Monty arrived for a weekend visit. Mum says it's the curse of dog sitting that it rains as soon as there's more than one dog in the house. We all (well, not Dad, he was still in bed) got soaked on our walk this morning. Monty and I are really good at the wet dog drill and sat patiently waiting on our towels while Mum messed about with the camera. She said we looked like we were rehearsing for a nativity play. I don't really know what that is. What do you think? I just know that we both love wearing towels over our heads, and then getting all the rubbles that follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sv3xs25nVEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/V2tchjfXH5A/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sv3xs25nVEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/V2tchjfXH5A/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-8597995743611771582?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-already.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sv3xs25nVEI/AAAAAAAAAjk/V2tchjfXH5A/s72-c/IMG_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-4806583416467536381</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T17:56:41.706-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lying</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Adoption</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bragging</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Dry Creek</category><title>Indian Summer</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su95GflnXcI/AAAAAAAAAis/CqsylJIjJuA/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su95GflnXcI/AAAAAAAAAis/CqsylJIjJuA/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot weather's back and I couldn't be happier. Don't get me wrong, I love snow, but when it's cold, Mum closes the doors and I can't keep watch from my outdoor lookout. After the sprinkle of snow we had a few days ago, we're back to lovely warm days and lots of lounging about in patches of sunshine.&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/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su95HB2UihI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g8UsnZlq9Ws/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su95HB2UihI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g8UsnZlq9Ws/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Dad took me to the Sometimes Creek (Dry Creek) where there's lots of sand for me to gallop around in. I go a bit crazy digging holes there. They have to be just right - deep enough so I can feel the cool, damp sand on my belly and with just enough of a ridge for me to hang my front paws over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year is my Coming Home anniversary. It was 9 years ago that Mum brought me home from the Humane Society of Sedona to live with her. I worked really hard to let Mum know where I was and that she should come get me. It was touch and go for a week when another person took me home, but it "didn't work out" and they took me back. So then I pulled out all the stops and visited Mum in a very long and complex dream so she could get a really good look at me and know where I was. It worked, because the very next day she came and found me! I was so excited to see her. I couldn't stop jumping up at my kennel door. I still had another 24 hours before I was allowed to go home with her, but it was worth the wait. She went home and made me a very special bed - the first one I had ever had that I could call my own. I still have it today, even though I don't sleep on it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because of it being the anniversary and all, today we had to go back to the Humane Society to pick up my this year's legal tag. They specially make a new one for me every year. Always a different color and design. This year, because I'm 9, it's super special. It's a star and it's in my favorite color, purple. (Note from Mum: "Don't tell Ruby, but I think maybe all the dogs get the same design and color!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su99HloPyFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9FTQZS5dACk/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su99HloPyFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9FTQZS5dACk/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's like when you get the keys to the city and can go anywhere. I bet there aren't any other pups who get the purple star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-4806583416467536381?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/11/indian-summer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Su95GflnXcI/AAAAAAAAAis/CqsylJIjJuA/s72-c/IMG_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-1472223132364204680</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T23:33:34.504-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation Memories</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum's too &lt;del&gt;lazy&lt;/del&gt; tired to help me write a proper blog post, so she said I could choose some photos from our summer vacation to post instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSaAKFzrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BcdWlbje-R8/s1600-h/IMG_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSaAKFzrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BcdWlbje-R8/s400/IMG_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398639922494426802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lake I wasn't allowed to swim in. Something about the d-u-c-k-s.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay on the long leash while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSZdzbr4I/AAAAAAAAACg/ih-WTIjYQTY/s1600-h/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSZdzbr4I/AAAAAAAAACg/ih-WTIjYQTY/s400/IMG_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398639913272586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest meadow in the whole world. It would take me the whole day to run to the other side. We drove in the car and it took hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSZaGayvI/AAAAAAAAACY/LFqakzIqXac/s1600-h/IMG_0064_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSZaGayvI/AAAAAAAAACY/LFqakzIqXac/s400/IMG_0064_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398639912278477554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvTxAzvacI/AAAAAAAAADI/x8cSXdDSnZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0036_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvTxAzvacI/AAAAAAAAADI/x8cSXdDSnZQ/s400/IMG_0036_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398641417317738946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And skipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvS3XEctuI/AAAAAAAAADA/WFcduGsuOMo/s1600-h/IMG_0056_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvS3XEctuI/AAAAAAAAADA/WFcduGsuOMo/s400/IMG_0056_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398640426860984034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some of my favorite things to do on vacation. Chasing ducks would have been good too. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-1472223132364204680?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/vacation-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby's Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SuvSaAKFzrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BcdWlbje-R8/s72-c/IMG_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-4882013352794171229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T21:20:25.371-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b_W1SOMI/AAAAAAAAAik/FUPudpThVgc/s1600-h/IMG_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b_W1SOMI/AAAAAAAAAik/FUPudpThVgc/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b4FxlToI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0u4-ookJ-aE/s1600-h/IMG_0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b4FxlToI/AAAAAAAAAiU/0u4-ookJ-aE/s400/IMG_0075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b8V6ObZI/AAAAAAAAAic/qUqFcJbfGUw/s1600-h/IMG_0076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b8V6ObZI/AAAAAAAAAic/qUqFcJbfGUw/s400/IMG_0076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-4882013352794171229?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/St_b_W1SOMI/AAAAAAAAAik/FUPudpThVgc/s72-c/IMG_0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-6847577648961005039</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-19T10:47:31.777-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ruby Recommends</title><description>What a weekend! Mum's friend from her puppy days came to visit this weekend. She has three puppies herself now and it was my job to keep an eye on them while they were here. Of course, I had to show them my favorite swimming place at the creek, which was a lot of fun. Having an important job looking after puppies and making sure no one gets into trouble can be quite tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Styh3vK92xI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bU3gntD9DsQ/s1600-h/IMG_0082_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Styh3vK92xI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bU3gntD9DsQ/s400/IMG_0082_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mum hasn't sorted out any photos yet, I did some looking around for something interesting to share with you and found this video about Baxter the therapy dog. Baxter went to the Rainbow Bridge a couple of days ago after a very long life of helping others. Mum said to remind your peoples to have some tissues handy when they watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIrDbzoOxZc"&gt;Baxter the therapy dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-6847577648961005039?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/10/ruby-recommends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Styh3vK92xI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bU3gntD9DsQ/s72-c/IMG_0082_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-7045503920812680544</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T21:15:45.049-07:00</atom:updated><title>Boogie on down! (or why we've been gone so long)</title><description>I know, I know, I haven't written anything on here in ages. Mum's been all worky these past couple of weeks, and I haven't had a chance to get near the computer. So to pass the time, I had my good friend Monty come over to practice a few of our dance moves. 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His dad was out of town and his mum had been trying to call my mum when he started acting funny, but our family was at a party and so we didn't find out until we were on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was very sad last night, so I kept my head resting in her hands while her eyes were leaking. I stayed close to her on the bed during the night and my fur got all wet because her eyes wouldn't stop leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time with Beau this year, so we feel like he was part of the family. Here are some of our favorite memories of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGyqC_rtI/AAAAAAAAABw/nXn07VYcTkc/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135009779068626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGyqC_rtI/AAAAAAAAABw/nXn07VYcTkc/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Indian Gardens, a place where there is people food outside and dogs are allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGz720ZwI/AAAAAAAAACI/qUTyRxsAgc8/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135031739705090" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGz720ZwI/AAAAAAAAACI/qUTyRxsAgc8/s400/IMG_0035.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the snow at Griffiths Springs, one of our favorite winter places. Beau loved the snow as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGzQO7Y6I/AAAAAAAAACA/5r90856-MNo/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135020029666210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGzQO7Y6I/AAAAAAAAACA/5r90856-MNo/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my chaise. Yes, Beau took over my chaise when he came to stay, but I willingly gave it up - he was much bigger than me. He could make himself look really small when he curled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGy8TmvNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hj2GaAnw4tM/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135014680575186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGy8TmvNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Hj2GaAnw4tM/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing "Beau Stones" at Dry Creek. He would dive right under the water and retrieve a rock from the bottom. He loved that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaG0A5dKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/y5EXJ0YgixA/s1600-h/IMG_0056.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135033092941954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaG0A5dKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/y5EXJ0YgixA/s400/IMG_0056.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His favorite position. He looked very regal when he crossed his paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a good sport, too, and would play along with the &lt;a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-is-in-air.html"&gt;silly things we do&lt;/a&gt; at our house. I'm going to miss you, Beau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-1756751336018548726?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby's Mum)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SqaGyqC_rtI/AAAAAAAAABw/nXn07VYcTkc/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-6021451846297272867</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T21:46:55.429-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>video</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>crawdad fishing</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Creek</category><title>Crawdad Fishing, Ruby Style</title><description>It's been an exhausting week. I've spent hours at the creek, fishing for crawdads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you know how many I've caught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It jumped out at me and I almost caught it in my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine art to this crawdad fishing lark. Mum has captured some of my best techniques on this video she made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a0af23fdcb3e7da" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjKPop6tgjjV5Mit_RLqUpDILpHnMIgcbP4q3d4rSAsncgLncF6pmJW7HQJgN_gfC5romJSjbZZy2WxvDaXmQaZjYYAU-BWTpFQDaU_JXIbt3Rsqqg1ntdWZEoGEUqmYpq0Euz_0h-x_P8UIrwzpxZuEiE5oECBe3_-EJNWZ1lqL7_7X2_KA16lX4rOQhSvpHFF_RzsvIg1uVT1FrQreGZ0g%26sigh%3DkAeOs0cmIDyzirNkMCUoljo0p4w%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a0af23fdcb3e7da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DsbEQtVurMpV4zgDDISmRzHx5tL4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjKPop6tgjjV5Mit_RLqUpDILpHnMIgcbP4q3d4rSAsncgLncF6pmJW7HQJgN_gfC5romJSjbZZy2WxvDaXmQaZjYYAU-BWTpFQDaU_JXIbt3Rsqqg1ntdWZEoGEUqmYpq0Euz_0h-x_P8UIrwzpxZuEiE5oECBe3_-EJNWZ1lqL7_7X2_KA16lX4rOQhSvpHFF_RzsvIg1uVT1FrQreGZ0g%26sigh%3DkAeOs0cmIDyzirNkMCUoljo0p4w%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a0af23fdcb3e7da%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DsbEQtVurMpV4zgDDISmRzHx5tL4&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fun's all in the hunt, anyway, and boy, did I have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-6021451846297272867?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a0af23fdcb3e7da&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/09/crawdad-fishing-ruby-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-5618555161936829469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 03:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T20:52:00.903-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wordless Wednesday</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sp874L33-XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-oSyStl8M2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sp874L33-XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-oSyStl8M2Q/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377082316549519730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawdad fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sp89FsSFYcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y_xveqyfmos/s1600-h/IMG_0057_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sp89FsSFYcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y_xveqyfmos/s400/IMG_0057_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377083648099312066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-5618555161936829469?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sp874L33-XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-oSyStl8M2Q/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-1280135718089680487</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T00:10:17.771-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oops, I Ate It!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Spsng-Cu-5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/lcwlKq1S9AM/s1600-h/moms_blog_award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Spsng-Cu-5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/lcwlKq1S9AM/s200/moms_blog_award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375934027560582034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look what I got from Andrea at &lt;a href="http://arise2write.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arise2Write&lt;/a&gt;! Mum says I should feel very honored since Andrea's blog is such an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned last post, I've also been tagged by Paco, Milo and Maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpswecjJzsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/PXXGLdx_tY8/s1600-h/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpswecjJzsI/AAAAAAAAAg8/PXXGLdx_tY8/s200/oops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375943879814663874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"When accepting this award, you must blog about the food you have stolen when your humans were not watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;If you have never stolen any food, you must have been a really good pup! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You can accept this yummy tray of cookies as your reward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Next add the logo of this award to your blog (optional), then nominate at least 5 other furry blogs and let them know by leaving a message on their blogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't remember any occasion when I've taken food I wasn't supposed to, so I was ready to chow down on my reward of the tray of cookies, but Mum said I've got a selective memory and that I should tell you these stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was quite young and had only been living with Mum for a couple of months, we had been on one of our training walks. These were a lot of fun and we did them nearly every day. Mum would take treats in her pocket and along the way, she would give them to me when I followed her commands. I learned to "walk to heel", "leave it!", "stay" and "release". These last two I loved because Mum would make me lie down on the trail and tell me to "stay", then she'd walk or run away and I'd have to stay there until she called "release". At that point, I would go tearing along the trail to catch up with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day when we got home, Mum forgot she hadn't given me all the treats. I knew the treat was meant for me, so I just went ahead and chewed a hole through her jacket pocket and ate it right up! Mum was quite cross with me, but also couldn't help laughing because I'd figured out the easiest way to get the treat out of the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was very good and learned my "leave it!" command very well. Mum was very proud that she could leave her food within my reach and go out of the room and I wouldn't touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told Dad this when he came to live with us, so he completely trusted me around food, but sometimes forgot that if he didn't tell me to "leave it!" then all bets were off. He found this out one time when he took me on a trip to the store to pick up a cooked chicken. Now, you need to know that when Mum &amp;amp; Dad buy a cooked chicken, it's usually for my dinner. How was I supposed to know that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; cooked chicken was for Mum &amp;amp; Dad's dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had to run another errand, so he left the bag of chicken in the front of the car, and left me to guard the car while he went into another store. My head was so deeply into the bag of chicken when he came back that I didn't even hear him! But boy, was it tasty! I do remember this incident well and even &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/All%20Work%20&amp;amp;%20No%20Play...%20is%20not%20the%20way%20we%20do%20things%20around%20here"&gt;wrote a post about it&lt;/a&gt; some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Spsy1nh7HGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/M8OhyKH-PIA/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Spsy1nh7HGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/M8OhyKH-PIA/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375946476922543202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best defense, as always, when anything like this happens, is to put on my best "butter wouldn't melt in my mouth" look. And no, I hadn't just sipped out of that cup in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I've never done anything like Mum's other dog, Nelson, who once stole a sandwich out of a man's hand at the beach, just as he was about to eat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of you out there have some stories you've been sitting on about food you've stolen. Don't worry, if you write about it in your blog, your humans will never need to know! So I'd like to know what &lt;a href="http://hootieandbabyrocketdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby Rocket Dog &amp;amp; Hootie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dewdana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moose&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tollertales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sedona&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://frankiethedachshund.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frankie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hooverbatterypowereddog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hoover&lt;/a&gt; have eaten in the food department that maybe they weren't meant to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-1280135718089680487?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/look-what-i-got-from-andrea-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Spsng-Cu-5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/lcwlKq1S9AM/s72-c/moms_blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-3742835404164313100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T20:03:17.465-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>contests</category><title>The Winner!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUlG7DVMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/S8EpxMG9aoY/s1600-h/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUlG7DVMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/S8EpxMG9aoY/s320/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374083620594209986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to all my blogging pals who got their humans to have a go in the contest. We had some excellent entries - not all of them correct, but they were a lot of fun when Mum read them out to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTymYS4wI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EOCIC57veno/s1600-h/IMG_0067_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTymYS4wI/AAAAAAAAAfc/EOCIC57veno/s400/IMG_0067_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082752865035010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, here are the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1.  What is the name of my best dog pal?&lt;br /&gt;d) Monty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What's my favorite activity?&lt;br /&gt;b) playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of you said a) swimming in the creek for this one, and I know I talk about the creek a lot, but I actually don't enjoy the swimming part as much as I do looking for ducks and rolling in the dirt. When there's snow to play in, I never want to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Which of these places haven't I visited?&lt;br /&gt;c) Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Have I ever caught a duck?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I know it's going to happen one day&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it was a), but Mum said that was just my imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What gives me the willies?&lt;br /&gt;c) Thunder&lt;br /&gt;(and black dogs, as a couple of you rightly noted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were just two of you who had all the answers correct. Mum wrote those names on pieces of paper and put them in my beret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUUZT-aQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HHsG-MBWjVI/s1600-h/IMG_0059_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUUZT-aQI/AAAAAAAAAf0/HHsG-MBWjVI/s400/IMG_0059_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374083333472807170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to wait patiently till she gave the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUU9Mh8ZI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2T009RffJ7E/s1600-h/IMG_0060_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUU9Mh8ZI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2T009RffJ7E/s400/IMG_0060_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374083343105257874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she said "get it!", I stuck my head right in there and pulled one out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUVcQ_7GI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I4mvj_m1f8g/s1600-h/IMG_0061_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUVcQ_7GI/AAAAAAAAAgE/I4mvj_m1f8g/s400/IMG_0061_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374083351445498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chewed it around in my mouth a bit because I thought it must be a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTyMCuhTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HKLk_vZyLkA/s1600-h/IMG_0069_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTyMCuhTI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HKLk_vZyLkA/s400/IMG_0069_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082745795249458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When I realized it wasn't, I dropped it on the ground. Sorry about the drool!&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTy1rt2rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cPM5GlUJl1c/s1600-h/IMG_0062_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTy1rt2rI/AAAAAAAAAfk/cPM5GlUJl1c/s400/IMG_0062_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082756973025970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;a href="http://carnivorousconvict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ellie&lt;/a&gt;! Well done! Please tell your mum to email my mum with your address and we'll send you the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUUKqEQEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SSaFFoaj8zM/s1600-h/IMG_0063_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUUKqEQEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/SSaFFoaj8zM/s400/IMG_0063_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374083329538932802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know some of you tried to help your peoples out with the answers, but they obviously weren't listening. I know, I have the same problem with my peoples. But Mum said because I had so much fun picking the name out of the beret, we could put all the other names in there afterwards and I could pick out a runner up. I think you're all probably quite good runners (not as good as me, most likely, but never mind), so this was a difficult choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSlbQDBKxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mcPTa6wJJ6U/s1600-h/IMG_0064_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSlbQDBKxI/AAAAAAAAAgs/mcPTa6wJJ6U/s320/IMG_0064_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374102142942522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I picked out &lt;a href="http://puppyjournal2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt; and her mum, Tabatha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSe_OjbtUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/u19TcvKh-I8/s1600-h/IMG_0065_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSe_OjbtUI/AAAAAAAAAgc/u19TcvKh-I8/s200/IMG_0065_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374095064435504450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSe_VJiOzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cdBA8B9s1-s/s1600-h/IMG_0066_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSe_VJiOzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cdBA8B9s1-s/s200/IMG_0066_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374095066205928242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please email my mum your address so we can send you a prize. It's a picture of me swimming in the creek! It's actually something very special that my human friend &lt;a href="http://www.dazzleflyz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Windy&lt;/a&gt; made. Mum says it's called a fridge magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum was very excited that both the winners are training to be assistance dogs. This just goes to show how smart both Ellie and Eclipse must be and what excellent working dogs they will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I want to show you all the present my mum got for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTxopVeMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uMKdgLMXaT8/s1600-h/IMG_0072_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTxopVeMI/AAAAAAAAAfM/uMKdgLMXaT8/s400/IMG_0072_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082736293509314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It came in the mail last week, but I wasn't allowed to wear it because of the little episode with the skunk. Even though I still stink a bit,&lt;/span&gt; Mum put it on me today. Doesn't the color suit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTxKTCCqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M_e3f7IMjBU/s1600-h/IMG_0077_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSTxKTCCqI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M_e3f7IMjBU/s400/IMG_0077_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374082728146897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my very own &lt;a href="http://www.scruffydogcollars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scruffy Dog Collar&lt;/a&gt;, in teal, hand made especially for me by Kelli and Tibby (I think Tibby does most of the work). I'm very proud to wear it and like it a lot better than my purple collar, which gets very hot around my neck in the summer. If you want to get one for yourself, have your person order one from Tibby's mum. She makes them really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Mum says I have to stop the chit chat now, so I'll have to tell you the rest of my news next time. I've been tagged by Paco, Milo and Maya. This time it's all about food. That's my kind of game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scruffydogcollars.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUWPg6spI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-4p1XOJzC6A/s1600-h/IMG_0064_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-3742835404164313100?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpSUlG7DVMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/S8EpxMG9aoY/s72-c/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-8472689410843582942</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T15:51:54.524-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Creek</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>adventures</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>skunks</category><title>Pepé le Who?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHEOQp4rHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XQSh4v7vBog/s1600-h/IMG_0131_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHEOQp4rHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XQSh4v7vBog/s400/IMG_0131_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291579697572978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHEN7rwDUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xp-y57e325U/s1600-h/IMG_0130_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHEN7rwDUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/xp-y57e325U/s400/IMG_0130_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291574068251970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said so too. He called me a Stinkerpoozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHENmQKIYI/AAAAAAAAAes/ibq83n8-WRY/s1600-h/IMG_0124_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHENmQKIYI/AAAAAAAAAes/ibq83n8-WRY/s400/IMG_0124_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291568315376002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of that tricky little black and white critter they call &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pep%C3%A9_Le_Pew"&gt;Pepé le Pew&lt;/a&gt;, who hangs out down by the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get doused in this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD1gH4SVI/AAAAAAAAAek/CpSASfmkTt0/s1600-h/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD1gH4SVI/AAAAAAAAAek/CpSASfmkTt0/s400/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291154353178962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for it to dry, then Mum did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD1DkpiPI/AAAAAAAAAec/IH9QHxU_n3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0127_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD1DkpiPI/AAAAAAAAAec/IH9QHxU_n3Y/s400/IMG_0127_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291146689218802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stink didn't go away. That was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Mum has washed me at least 10 times* with all of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD0vDv6KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/EIecVJcyh6M/s1600-h/IMG_0143_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD0vDv6KI/AAAAAAAAAeU/EIecVJcyh6M/s400/IMG_0143_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291141182515362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had to sleep outside every night.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD0Y2sAjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/IRPdSEJNyTg/s1600-h/IMG_0144_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHD0Y2sAjI/AAAAAAAAAeM/IRPdSEJNyTg/s400/IMG_0144_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291135222153778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost going bald from all the bathing.&lt;br /&gt;(But I'm still quite glamorous, aren't I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHDz7uj3EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/i5BL9QCJmXw/s1600-h/IMG_0145_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHDz7uj3EI/AAAAAAAAAeE/i5BL9QCJmXw/s400/IMG_0145_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373291127403437122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, I still stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*This may be a slight exaggeration, but I swear it was at least 8 times!&lt;br /&gt;**Mum did sleep outside with me so I wouldn't feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-8472689410843582942?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pepe-le-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SpHEOQp4rHI/AAAAAAAAAe8/XQSh4v7vBog/s72-c/IMG_0131_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-3194533627987106967</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T21:26:16.706-07:00</atom:updated><title>Contest Update</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SozOQX9YAJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aLauRcphvIs/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SozOQX9YAJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aLauRcphvIs/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371895236250828946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some good entries for the &lt;a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-danger-dog-contest.html"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt; so far, but it's still wide open, so if you haven't had a go yet, please give it a try. And just a reminder for you to &lt;a href="mailto:ruby@massagesedona.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; your entries to me, rather than put them in the comments (ahem, Dory's mum!), so there will be no cheating! At the end of the contest, I'll be putting all the correct entries (or as close to correct as there are) into &lt;a href="http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/02/spring-is-in-air.html"&gt;my beret&lt;/a&gt; and picking one out to be the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to remind you that my Mum has put up a very helpful tool. It's a search button that's on the top left of the blog. You can just put in the word you're looking for and it will take you to all the posts on my blog that have that word (or phrase) in it! It's not cheating, honest! And I really do want you all to have a chance at winning this great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll be staying cool at the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woofs,&lt;br /&gt;Ruby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-3194533627987106967?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/contest-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SozOQX9YAJI/AAAAAAAAAd0/aLauRcphvIs/s72-c/IMG_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-5726185934948077584</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T23:40:01.199-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>contests</category><title>The Adventures of Danger Dog Contest!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoozYcwZ85I/AAAAAAAAAdk/sXqf_ut5XKk/s1600-h/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoozYcwZ85I/AAAAAAAAAdk/sXqf_ut5XKk/s400/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371162000721834898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says I can give away a copy of this book, which is all about my friend Riley Blossom.* It's just been published and is hot off the press, so the lucky winner can be one of the first to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting a lot of thought into how to do the contest and have come up with 5 questions, which are all about me, of course! The answers can be found in my blog posts, and I've made it multiple choice, so you can have a guess if you aren't sure of the answer. Send me your answers in an &lt;a href="mailto:ruby@massagesedona.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;. Put "Danger Dog Contest" as the subject so I can filter them out from all my other fan mail and feel free to include any bribes or treats that may sway my final decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  What is the name of my best dog pal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Beau&lt;br /&gt;b) Jack&lt;br /&gt;c) Babushka&lt;br /&gt;d) Monty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  What's my favorite activity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Swimming in the creek&lt;br /&gt;b) Playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;c) Chasing bunnies&lt;br /&gt;d) Playing ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  Which of these places &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I visited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Oregon&lt;br /&gt;b) California&lt;br /&gt;c) Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;d) Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Have I ever caught a duck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Yes, many times. Mum and Dad roast it on the barbecue for me when we get home&lt;br /&gt;b) Yes, just once, but I've never forgotten it&lt;br /&gt;c) No, but I know it's going to happen one day&lt;br /&gt;d) None of the above. I've never chased a duck in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  What gives me the willies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;b) Bluegrass music&lt;br /&gt;c) Thunder&lt;br /&gt;d) Having my teeth brushed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! The contest will be open until next Monday evening (7 pm MST). If there is more than one entry with all correct answers, we'll do a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mum says it's not strictly about Riley Blossom, but rather a fictional dog based on her. It has something called poetic license, whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SopMXrVHqSI/AAAAAAAAABo/AxNtBWpsjOE/s1600-h/IMG_0032_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YQCUcUtYOm4/SopMXrVHqSI/AAAAAAAAABo/AxNtBWpsjOE/s320/IMG_0032_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371189475244747042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, everyone! I'll be keeping my paws crossed for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-5726185934948077584?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-of-danger-dog-contest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoozYcwZ85I/AAAAAAAAAdk/sXqf_ut5XKk/s72-c/Danger+Dog+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-4874803949819011599</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 01:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T21:59:02.333-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dog Tired</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have a lot planned today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTE3kaQx-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/OAEILG58kuU/s1600-h/IMG_0130_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTE3kaQx-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/OAEILG58kuU/s400/IMG_0130_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369633114678151138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camping trip kind of took it out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I hear something down on the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTE4EW6ZgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-ISga7sZayg/s1600-h/IMG_0132_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTE4EW6ZgI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-ISga7sZayg/s400/IMG_0132_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369633123254035970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll check it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTrUk_eC4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L1X5K9c2Yyc/s1600-h/IMG_0135_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTrUk_eC4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/L1X5K9c2Yyc/s400/IMG_0135_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369675394492271490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After some shuteye*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table id="wn"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shuteye&lt;/b&gt; - informal term for sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Rel"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sleep"&gt;sleep&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/slumber"&gt;slumber&lt;/a&gt; - a natural and periodic state of rest during which consciousness of the world is suspended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-4874803949819011599?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-tired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SoTE3kaQx-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/OAEILG58kuU/s72-c/IMG_0130_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-8456777645672999249</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2009 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T16:58:37.500-07:00</atom:updated><title>Who's For Ice Cream?</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been inspired by &lt;a href="http://hootieandbabyrocketdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/brd-junior-reporter-canine-consumer.html"&gt;Baby Rocket Dog&lt;/a&gt; and her reporting skills (to say nothing of how studious she looks in those glasses!).  I like to spend some time at the weekends catching up on the news. It's been too hot to go out and find out what's happening in the neighborhood, so I've been finding out what's going on around the world and thought I would share a couple&lt;br /&gt;of the gems with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sn82i2B555I/AAAAAAAAAc0/B0K5uW8Wx2c/s1600-h/poodle+eating+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sn82i2B555I/AAAAAAAAAc0/B0K5uW8Wx2c/s400/poodle+eating+ice+cream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368069253095876498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sankey/3649224934/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo credit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sankey/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sankey/&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/"&gt;CC BY-NC-SA 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First up, &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5991859/Luxury-ice-cream-designed-for-dogs.html"&gt;check this out&lt;/a&gt;. Who doesn't like ice cream? Well someone's been thinking over in England and realized that puppies should have their very own ice cream. About time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sn84rHU1XyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OZd2IS4XtP0/s1600-h/114700651_cc7b24a0bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sn84rHU1XyI/AAAAAAAAAc8/OZd2IS4XtP0/s400/114700651_cc7b24a0bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368071594200882978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo credit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jono2k5/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/jono2k5/&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/"&gt;CC BY 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum pointed &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5988940/Border-terrier-is-worlds-youngest-surfing-dog.html"&gt;this next one&lt;/a&gt; out to me, because this was her local beach when she lived in England (Devon, not Cornwall as the article wrongly states). She used to go there with Nelson the Jack Russell, who I sometimes hear about when I've done something naughty. He was "the naughtiest dog ever", according to Mum - unbelievable some of the things he got up to (chasing ducks across a partially frozen river, climbing out of a skylight onto a steep, slate roof to try and chase sheep, going down a badger sett...). I don't let on to Mum, but sometimes Nelson whispers in my ear and eggs me on to do something I shouldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jack Russells, my friend &lt;a href="http://adventuresofdangerdog.com/"&gt;Riley Blossom&lt;/a&gt; here in Sedona is the star of a new book that her mum has illustrated. It's all about her adventures as Danger Dog, Sedona's Tiny Telepathic Terrier - sniffing out danger and rescuing tourists right here in the red rocks. Mum says we can have a blog contest to give away a copy of the book, so watch out for that. I'll be letting you know what you need to do to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off on another adventure myself. We're going to camp out tonight and watch the sky. There's something called meaty-ors happening. I can't wait! Apparently they fall right out of the sky. I'll bet they're  really tasty!&lt;/span&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/27295313-8456777645672999249?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/whos-for-ice-cream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Sn82i2B555I/AAAAAAAAAc0/B0K5uW8Wx2c/s72-c/poodle+eating+ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-6129164008359110148</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T11:43:08.300-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mamba's Adventures</title><description>I've been told everyone loves a story with a happy ending, so you're going to love this story of Mamba, my little 6.5 pound chihuahua friend who had a 10-day adventure, right here in our neighborhood. This is a picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snxn6q-I_nI/AAAAAAAAAck/_iGd9AkxKs8/s1600-h/mamba+tropical+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snxn6q-I_nI/AAAAAAAAAck/_iGd9AkxKs8/s320/mamba+tropical+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367279113583787634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. She doesn't look like she'd be up to much in the way of adventures, lounging around as she is in her designer clothes. But don't be fooled by that little dog, aren't-I-so-cute-in-my-tropical-outfit look. Mamba surprised us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, her mum went out, leaving Mamba and her four little friends in their yard. The wind got up while she was gone, and when she returned, she found the gate blown open and 5 little dogs running around outside. The four came back inside when they saw their mum, but Mamba, being the timid girl she is, ran the other way and no amount of coaxing would bring her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know from some of my stories, our neighborhood is a bit of a wild place, with coyotes, javelina, bobcats and sometimes the odd mountain lion roaming around. It's rocky and hilly, and at the time Mamba got out, very, very hot. (I may have complained about the heat once or twice myself recently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamba's mum was very upset and went all over the neighborhood with her friend, calling and looking for Mamba. She put Mamba's picture up everywhere around. (Personally, I think that may be what made Mamba stay away so long - she was just plain embarrassed that everyone had seen her in those fancy clothes and didn't want the other dogs laughing at her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was last seen near the school, which is just by our house, so every time we went for a walk, me and Mum would look for her. But it was so hot, even I didn't want to be out there. The blacktop burned my paws and after only a short time, I'd want to go back home. "Poor Mamba", we thought," there's no way she'll have survived out here. If the heat hasn't done her in, that mean coyote that comes around barking insults to me at night will surely have snarfed her down for his evening snack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days stretched out into a week, the posters of Mamba taped to the Stop signs were getting brittle in the heat and curling at the edges, and the picture was fading so it was hard to tell if she was a dog or a monkey. But her mum didn't give up. Everyday she still went out looking and calling for Mamba. A couple of people called and said they had seen her, which gave her mum some hope, although she didn't really believe it, as this was a really long way from where she had last been seen. One man called to say he'd seen her running across the road not far from where Mamba's family lived, but Mamba's mum thought he must have seen a rabbit, which there are plenty of around here, and it's easy to confuse them with a little itty-bitty dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said the rabbit/dog had been wearing a collar, so with her friend, Mamba's mum went door to door, asking everyone again if they had seen Mamba. When they got to the last house, it was the man who had seen the rabbit/dog who opened the door. He said he'd seen Mamba again nearby, but she was afraid and ran away when he went near. Mamba's mum thanked him for the information and went to leave. The man showed Mamba's mum and her friend a shortcut to get back to their street, and as they were crossing the land, they saw Mamba right there, hiding near the barn! Mamba's mum called her and this time she came back. I guess she'd had enough of being out on her own and was missing her family at home. (I know what that's like. If ever I get out the gate for an adventure on my own, and there's no one home at David &amp;amp; Hope's, or any of the other houses I go to, after several &lt;del&gt;days&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del&gt;hours&lt;/del&gt;, minutes, I start to miss my mum so I go and wait on the doorstep till she lets me in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did Mamba survive all those days out in the wilds on her own? She hasn't been saying too much about it. Mamba is a rescue dog, like me, which makes us tough. She came from somewhere called a puppy mill where she lived with 200 other dogs. I'm not sure what a puppy mill is, but Mum says it's not a good place and Mamba had many, many puppies when she lived there. There was never enough food, so she had to learn to be smart and outwit the other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all so happy that Mamba was found safe and well. She's now known as the "Miracle Dog" and is quite the heroine in our neighborhood. She's earned her respect among all our dog friends and I think she can pretty much wear what she likes these days, without fear of anyone laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snx1RQWbyLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-PrmQahRVII/s1600-h/IMG_0064_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snx1RQWbyLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/-PrmQahRVII/s400/IMG_0064_2_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367293795226077362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-6129164008359110148?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/mambas-adventures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snxn6q-I_nI/AAAAAAAAAck/_iGd9AkxKs8/s72-c/mamba+tropical+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-4773076279147372027</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-03T12:47:09.050-07:00</atom:updated><title>Water can be so overrated</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing quite so relaxing as spending time in the shower. Especially when it's really hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5L4SW8-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/SFzxbUfSwoA/s1600-h/Ruby+in+shower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5L4SW8-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/SFzxbUfSwoA/s400/Ruby+in+shower+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820357285966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water? Did I hear someone ask where the water is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5MM7n9dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_W_9NWx_8I0/s1600-h/Ruby+in+shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5MM7n9dI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_W_9NWx_8I0/s400/Ruby+in+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820362827757010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what the creek's for, silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LaJ0YkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cNlKpUvQffs/s1600-h/Monty,+Oak+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LaJ0YkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/cNlKpUvQffs/s400/Monty,+Oak+Creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820349197083202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am with my friend, Monty, enjoying a very relaxing morning at the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LQmqfwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NqAWISd-Ivc/s1600-h/Ruby+%26+Monty,+Oak+Creek+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LQmqfwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/NqAWISd-Ivc/s400/Ruby+%26+Monty,+Oak+Creek+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820346633715458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creek water. Now that's how water is supposed to smell. You can tell it's the right kind of water when we get back in the car afterwards and Mum says, "You dogs stink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LJuIBpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/entuo_X2zvo/s1600-h/Ruby+%26+Monty,+Oak+Creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5LJuIBpI/AAAAAAAAAb0/entuo_X2zvo/s400/Ruby+%26+Monty,+Oak+Creek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365820344785962642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mum only says that when I smell really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, I need to tell you about the adventure my friend Mamba had recently when she went missing for 10 days. Just to let you know, she wasn't wearing this costume when she went missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc-Xr-ZsRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CiYhPMCecGs/s1600-h/mamba+tropical+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc-Xr-ZsRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CiYhPMCecGs/s400/mamba+tropical+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365826057697603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-4773076279147372027?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/08/pros-and-cons-of-bathing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Snc5L4SW8-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/SFzxbUfSwoA/s72-c/Ruby+in+shower+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-2511389929326276012</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T23:56:30.739-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Latest Trend</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SmlXu8yVaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZEZkIR8eXG8/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SmlXu8yVaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZEZkIR8eXG8/s400/IMG_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361913295464131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing about spa treatments recently. Jack had a post about it on &lt;a href="http://dailydoseofjack.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-24-2009.html"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;, so I wanted to give it a try myself. As I was already in the car and going on vacation, I thought I'd start with the mani-pedi-pawsy-pawsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SmlXvOzMqpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JMD-tFgmmPk/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SmlXvOzMqpI/AAAAAAAAAbE/JMD-tFgmmPk/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361913300299590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a relaxing way to travel, but something doesn't seem quite right. Shouldn't there be something in the bowl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-2511389929326276012?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-hearing-about-spa-treatments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SmlXu8yVaoI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZEZkIR8eXG8/s72-c/IMG_0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-4874228351663716889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 08:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T01:49:20.540-07:00</atom:updated><title>Monsoon pressure</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5Bi2iBqI/AAAAAAAAAac/MQmXdpPw8p4/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5Bi2iBqI/AAAAAAAAAac/MQmXdpPw8p4/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355264868106765986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see those stormy skies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5B1KHUlI/AAAAAAAAAak/YbmVNxrtC1U/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5B1KHUlI/AAAAAAAAAak/YbmVNxrtC1U/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355264873020740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those dark clouds starting to gather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5CNEVCcI/AAAAAAAAAas/pZo6G4_tC_U/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5CNEVCcI/AAAAAAAAAas/pZo6G4_tC_U/s400/IMG_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355264879438924226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I go to my "thunder hole".&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure building up even before the thunder starts and it makes me want to hide away somewhere dark and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time when there was a thunder storm and Mum wasn't home, I tried to hide behind the toilet. That's the downside of monsoon weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5CTZhX2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/zfgOMYV2Ve8/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5CTZhX2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/zfgOMYV2Ve8/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355264881138425698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the upside. Look at how fluffy my coat is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-4874228351663716889?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/07/monsoon-pressure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SlG5Bi2iBqI/AAAAAAAAAac/MQmXdpPw8p4/s72-c/IMG_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-504430044228712920</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T20:20:38.922-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>critters</category><title>Vacation Photos</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_Q5PxtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sSHMWUJK_KY/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_Q5PxtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sSHMWUJK_KY/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353685930229090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the road. We stopped at a creek on the way so I could cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhKJlqSSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ubwKGUyI-kA/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhKJlqSSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ubwKGUyI-kA/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690515292965154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, we turned off to a very bumpety road and there were lots of things to see, so it was time to climb into the front onto Mum's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhKPwU1OI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IbXIcNo7h_8/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhKPwU1OI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IbXIcNo7h_8/s400/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690516948309218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhJ1gPiII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-3uPlkNWoLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwhJ1gPiII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/-3uPlkNWoLQ/s400/IMG_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690509901531266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we camped. No one else was there, so I was allowed to run around as much as I wanted, without a leash or tie-out. The creek was lovely and cool, and there were lots of strange creatures scurrying around on the bottom that I tried to catch. Mum said they were crawdads. I wonder where the crawmums were? We didn't see any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-qtImzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7z6ay6X-qKI/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-qtImzI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7z6ay6X-qKI/s400/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690318024252210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Way high up at the top of a mountain there was a huge field of grass. I love running through grass, especially when Dad is getting ready to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-cD2QnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bAYU5EiGNbY/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-cD2QnI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bAYU5EiGNbY/s400/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690314092986994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we stayed for the rest of the time. It was much cooler than by the creek and there were critters everywhere. Some chipmunks were hiding between the rocks around our firepit and I had to keep a really close eye on them. We also saw elk and wild turkeys. They didn't look anything like what I eat for my dinner, but I guess Mum &amp;amp; Dad know what they're talking about. Sometimes I think the mountain air makes them say funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-UejarI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bid6_e5Hr3E/s1600-h/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-UejarI/AAAAAAAAAZk/bid6_e5Hr3E/s400/IMG_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690312057514674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to stay on the leash at this campsite because of the bears. We didn't see any, but I could smell they had been around. This is my tent. It has a lovely big bed inside where I can really stretch out. Mum and Dad insist on getting in there with me, so I have to spend a lot of time staking out the best parts because they try and push me to the side. I'm an expert at stretching out to 3 times my normal size and doing my lead jello act (as Dad calls it) when they try to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-MMm4WI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VvMXqHNuGQA/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg-MMm4WI/AAAAAAAAAZc/VvMXqHNuGQA/s400/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690309834760546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lake was just a short walk from my tent. I had to go down there a few times to check up on the ducks and herons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg9-ze_hI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YEUxV_umox4/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwg9-ze_hI/AAAAAAAAAZU/YEUxV_umox4/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353690306239725074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwdARS5BtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XyRifC9M-dI/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwdARS5BtI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XyRifC9M-dI/s400/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353685947516520146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Dad playing stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwdAE_2uGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/izmFnSwzLvE/s1600-h/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/SkwdAE_2uGI/AAAAAAAAAZE/izmFnSwzLvE/s400/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353685944215451746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_2QUmTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zIr3A2T31Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_2QUmTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zIr3A2T31Vg/s400/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353685940257986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm doing my special "coyote" pose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_tlWIdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xPEgc8OrNa8/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_tlWIdI/AAAAAAAAAY0/xPEgc8OrNa8/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353685937930248658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to say goodbye to the lake when I was just beginning to get to know everywhere. I looked so sad, Mum and Dad said they would bring me back "soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now "soon" is almost here and I'm dreaming of the elk calling out in the forest at night and all the bird calls early in the morning. Ya boo sucks to Sedona. Someone keeps turning up the heat and I don't like it one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-504430044228712920?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_upmGrJaUhh4/Skwc_Q5PxtI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sSHMWUJK_KY/s72-c/IMG_0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27295313.post-1270403068718023482</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T19:31:03.729-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><title>Road Trip!</title><description>I've just been on the best road trip ever and I have tons of photos to show you guys, but I can't make the photo button work. I've had to wait ages for Mum to help me get on the computer. She's been all busy since we got back. Lots of people have been coming to see and she gives them all a massage. I don't know why, because they're coming to see me, but it seems to make everyone happy. Anyway, I hope I get to show the pictures before we go away again. I was so happy up in the cool mountains with the meadows and lakes that Mum and Dad are taking me back for a whole 10 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27295313-1270403068718023482?l=rubyreddog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://rubyreddog.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ruby Red Dog)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>