<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675</id><updated>2011-10-10T20:56:20.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckie Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Luckie Girl &amp;amp; welcome to my world! I&amp;#39;m a long haired chocolate tan mini dachshund living with my parents &amp;amp; my sister, Susie in Sunny Singapore. I was from Australia and came to Singapore when I was 3 months old. Susie Girl is a long hair shaded red mini dachshund &amp;amp; she came home with us at 8 weeks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6621172118949919781</id><published>2008-12-30T17:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:47:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in time for the last post of 2008?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wanted to drop a short note to wish everyone of you a Happy New Year! I hope 2009 will bring lotsa happiness &amp;amp; joy to each of you. It has been a crazy few months at home. Trust me, you wouldn't want to be caught in the mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also thought I should post some piktures of Susie to prove that she's doing well and not eaten up by me. She's growing and growing...and frankly, I have never been so tired before with Susie playing (aka attacking) me all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrtDq-H6I/AAAAAAAACHE/BsKRmfGQSh4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrtDq-H6I/AAAAAAAACHE/BsKRmfGQSh4/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514797008166818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at her now! She's 4+ months now. This was taken on her very first walk at the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrftBMIGI/AAAAAAAACG0/jCfQe2kSJBE/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrftBMIGI/AAAAAAAACG0/jCfQe2kSJBE/s320/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514567589044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so maybe she didn't walk too much. She couldn't keep up with me cos we were on the double leash which is a silly invention IMO cos Mom complains that we are trying to make her fall on her face in public and humiliate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrfSVp8iI/AAAAAAAACGs/vtzY5VJGmFQ/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrfSVp8iI/AAAAAAAACGs/vtzY5VJGmFQ/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285514560427127330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sure looks happy don't you think? :) Btw, this was taken with Dad's new wide angle lens. So it kinda gives Susie the big head dog effect if you know what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVntAXWddLI/AAAAAAAACHM/WRKRSrVQpbA/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVntAXWddLI/AAAAAAAACHM/WRKRSrVQpbA/s320/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285516228219991218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alrighty, because I am lazy and Mom says she needs to get her butt moving to cook their wedding anniversary dinner now. Here's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=44801&amp;amp;l=01224&amp;amp;id=726211934"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to Mom's Facebook so you can check out Susie's piktures. Don't worry about me cos I'm doing well and keep checking back for exclusive piktures of us (TOGETHER). Yes! We do co-exist in harmony at times. hee...&lt;/span&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/31440675-6621172118949919781?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6621172118949919781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6621172118949919781' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6621172118949919781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6621172118949919781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/12/am-i-in-time-for-last-post-of-2008.html' title='Am I in time for the last post of 2008?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SVnrtDq-H6I/AAAAAAAACHE/BsKRmfGQSh4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7503369287761918969</id><published>2008-10-19T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:16:08.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kibbles and more Kibbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, Mom has been complaining about a lack of space on her kitchen's countertop cos it's filled with containers of kibbles meant for us. I have always been eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://timberwolforganics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timberwolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s (TW) kibbles from the time I came home. Mom always add some other food like meat/vegetables to my kibbles (and not forgetting my supplements too). I am not a picky eater and basically, I'm just glad to have food given to be at regular times unlike some other puppy I know. *cough cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259474220161853586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1n7_YSaJI/AAAAAAAABc8/FSn2-8FeVSQ/s320/TW+blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm currently finishing up my TW's Ocean Blue formula which is supposed to be a fish based formula until they added in chicken fats (not that I cannot eat chicken). In any case, recently, Mom got hold of a sample of another brand called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofthewildpetfood.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taste of the Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (TOTW). Despite the size of the kibbles looking way bigger (like M &amp;amp; Ms according to Mom), I am definately digging the new kibbles. :) Yummy~ so I'll be moving on to TOTW's Pacific Stream Canine Formula soon. It says "A fish protein, grain-free formula for all life stages with sweet potatoes provides highly digestible energy for your sensitive dog. Made with real smoked salmon, this formula offers a taste sensation like no other. Supplemented with fruits and vegetables, this fish and potato formula delivers natural antioxidants to protect your friend's body from the damage of everyday living, supporting a healthy immune system and overall good health. Your dog craves a taste of the wild.Go ahead and give him one." What a load of garbage, there's only one test for me - the TASTE test.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259474223305755938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1n8LF2jSI/AAAAAAAABdE/tCT7rZkifgg/s320/taste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's just me. Susie is another story altogether. She's a really picky eater!! She gets kibbles with minced meat and milk too. She takes like forever to finish up. I hate to say this...I never got milk when I was a puppy. *sighz* However, thanks to Susie, I get a little milk in the morning now. When I say &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;...I mean it's really &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; like maybe 2 to 3 spoonsful of milk. *woeful* Susie's taking a mix of kibbles from TW's Lamb &amp;amp; Apples Formula and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturalbalanceinc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natural Balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s (NB) Potato &amp;amp; Duck Formula.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259481128284639826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1uOGJG0lI/AAAAAAAABdU/vOVq7iGLKdo/s320/lamb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I counted - so we have 4 different kibbles at home. But I think it's reasonable considering we have two dogs. The 2 hoomans have one whole fridge of FOOD to themselves and Mom's complaining abt a lack of countertop space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259482758843619906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1vtAcqWkI/AAAAAAAABdc/l4Ou3QZMpUE/s320/DogbagGroup_PD_200wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : Mom caught me in action helping myself to Susie's bowl. Crap..now I can't do that anymore cos she moved Susie's bowl away from our common fence. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : I usually place Susie's food bowl beside their common fence and since Susie's bowl is a bit smaller/higher compared to Luckie's bowl, her food is piled up higher. I caught Luckie squishing her nose through the gap in the fence trying to nudge Susie's kibbles out of her bowl. Luckie was even using her TONGUE to flip the kibbles out. Once the kibbles land outside the bowl, Luckie uses her paw to slowly scratch/paw the kibble to her side. My god..all that trouble for one kibble!! I wish I could get it on video. I have no idea if I should laugh or get upset with Luckie. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7503369287761918969?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7503369287761918969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7503369287761918969' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7503369287761918969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7503369287761918969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/10/kibbles-and-more-kibbles.html' title='Kibbles and more Kibbles...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SP1n7_YSaJI/AAAAAAAABc8/FSn2-8FeVSQ/s72-c/TW+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7516789279433039223</id><published>2008-10-11T10:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:13:26.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is how we play</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a little over a week since Susie came home. Things are slowly settling into place. We get our regular rescheduled play time cos Mom says we need to be supervised during play. Seriously, she can be a total control freak at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom says I put on some weight cos I have been eating a lot lately. Susie still has to drink milk with her kibbles and so I get some milk for my breakfast too. :P Plus, Susie is a very slow eater unlike me. Mom caught me going into Susie's play area a couple of times to 'help' her finish up. I mean, I wouldn't want Mom to have to wait for Susie to finish up and then wash her bowl so I was simply being helpful. However, Mom didn't seem to agree. In any case, I just wanted to say that I feel that I'm not getting enough food because my portions seem so tiny compared to my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read that you guys wanted some piktures of us together. Well, Mom did try to snap some piktures of us playing cos we hardly sit down quietly together. Unfortunately, the piktures turned out kinda blurry. Mom can't figure out why we always want the &lt;em&gt;same&lt;/em&gt; toy even though we have 2 of the exact toy in the house. I'm not going to tell her why..go figure it out yourself woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256466121233529266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SPK4Fln_-bI/AAAAAAAABcA/lqUJ9BgohEA/s320/Photo002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Okay, so the first pikture is really blurry. But yes, we are playing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256515202936185282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SPLkuhNzocI/AAAAAAAABcw/XEeesLmU1hE/s320/Photo003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's another pikture of us...Gee, I just realised that our coats contrast so brillantly in the sunlight! In any case, I sure h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ope your week is going great! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7516789279433039223?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7516789279433039223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7516789279433039223' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7516789279433039223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7516789279433039223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-this-is-how-we-play.html' title='And this is how we play'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SPK4Fln_-bI/AAAAAAAABcA/lqUJ9BgohEA/s72-c/Photo002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1591892199634409723</id><published>2008-10-01T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:12:47.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Susie Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrA3OJ3rpI/AAAAAAAABb4/Np9oR8kyX7Q/s1600-h/Susie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254223970205937298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrA3OJ3rpI/AAAAAAAABb4/Np9oR8kyX7Q/s320/Susie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hello friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember my last post? Some of you guessed it right - I did not get a bigger play area although it'd be cool to get more space. I'd like to introduce my new sister to everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl. Say Hi to Susie Girl! :) She's coming to 8 weeks old now and was born on Singapore's birthday - 9th Aug 2008. She's a long hair shaded red mini dachshund like me. Her parents are from Japan and so we expect her to be much smaller boned compared to me (Australia bred). But that's okay, Dad says he likes my size cos I'm nice and sturdy! heh heh... always nice to feel appreciated. Susie looks kinda grouchy in the piktures cos it's the first time she had to endure a photoshoot. The piktures were taken when she was 6 weeks old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254223722177554626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrAoyLS6MI/AAAAAAAABbo/RMT56N4FuSs/s320/Susie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first night was horrible cos Susie kept whining and whining. That meant I had to keep barking together with her afterall it is very exciting to have company at home. Mom had to drag me to their room to "&lt;em&gt;try to&lt;/em&gt;" get some sleep. I was obviously very worried about Susie cos the moment the room door was opened, I'd dash to the kitchen to keep her company. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Luckie's Mom - Luckie's really attached to Susie now. She doesn't want to follow us around the house anymore and is contented just staring at Susie through their play pen. She was really rough with Susie initially- kept nudging Susie non stop and doing those scary-sounding play growls. But I think Luckie got a hang of playing with Susie now and it's really heartwarming watching them bond. It makes double the poop and double the pee all worth while IMO.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank dog - she stopped her non-stop whining after the first day. It's mostly peace &amp;amp; quiet. I think I'll get some rest since she's quiet now. *yawn* I guess having a sister isn't that bad afterall. &lt;/span&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/31440675-1591892199634409723?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1591892199634409723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1591892199634409723' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1591892199634409723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1591892199634409723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-susie-girl.html' title='Meet Susie Girl'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SOrA3OJ3rpI/AAAAAAAABb4/Np9oR8kyX7Q/s72-c/Susie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5777801732388572807</id><published>2008-09-28T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:31:27.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A regular &amp; maybe not so regular weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hallo Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Singapore's First F1 race last night and boy was it noisy. My hoomans realised there was nothing else to watch on TV except that and ended up watching the race anyway. I was feeling kinda tired and having pre-monday blues so I decided to laze around on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was another regular weekend for me - I had my &lt;em&gt;not so regular&lt;/em&gt; walk around the neighbourhood and my regular bath session with Mom. However, there was some &lt;em&gt;not so regular&lt;/em&gt; construction going on in my home! Dad was busy putting up new play pen fences beside my current home, Mom was busy washing my old toys....I did my inspection of the works in progress while the hoomans went about doing their chores. I wonder if the hoomans are extending my current play area - ya know, like reconstruction of homes. I could do with a bigger play area....*ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not too sure I like what is going on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Very Worried Luckie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-5777801732388572807?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5777801732388572807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5777801732388572807' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5777801732388572807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5777801732388572807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/04/luckie-bo-bo.html' title='A regular &amp; maybe not so regular weekend...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6463784558488725721</id><published>2008-09-21T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:41:47.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Barkday Mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your weekend coming along? Today is Mom's Barkday and they decided to spend the day at home with me. Okay, so maybe I'll forgive them for leaving me at home yesterday while they went out to this secret "place" carrying lotsa stuffs. I am pretty sure both of them cheated on me while they were out at this secret "place" cos they came back smelling of many, many dogs. I assure you I gave them a thorough sniff all over and nothing escapes my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom bought me a pink Puppia Harness a couple of months back but I never got down to modelling it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you think? Is Pink my color?? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOchVDcrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ComGMP4ndWQ/s1600-h/_A196659_1_43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOchVDcrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ComGMP4ndWQ/s320/_A196659_1_43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248327930148516530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss going outdoors!! I think my tan's fading...*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOcmibdxI/AAAAAAAABbY/xHL7IpjPSm8/s1600-h/_A196721_0_43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOcmibdxI/AAAAAAAABbY/xHL7IpjPSm8/s320/_A196721_0_43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248327931546793746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Puppia Harness has some metal parts that actually rusted over the last few months. :( I have no idea how that happened. Luckily, Dad says he can replace those metal parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In any case, I just wanted to wish Mom a Happy Barkday - you're one year older now! ha ha...I'm going to spend some time with the hoomans before another long work week starts tomorow.&lt;/span&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/31440675-6463784558488725721?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6463784558488725721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6463784558488725721' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6463784558488725721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6463784558488725721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-barkday-mom.html' title='Happy Barkday Mom!!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/SNXOchVDcrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/ComGMP4ndWQ/s72-c/_A196659_1_43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1310641911319551644</id><published>2008-09-18T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:44:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been freaking 5 months?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it ~ it's been 5 freaking long months since I last blogged! If you did stop by to see if I'm ok, well....I'm doing fine. My pawrents have been really busy with their work and yadda yadda yadda. I seriously doubt you guys want to know how boring my life has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been occasionally checking out your blogs when I have time and I am glad you guys are having more fun than me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, my pawrents were helping me with my manicure and god knows why they didn't bring me down to the groomers. *cough* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheapskate&lt;/span&gt; *cough* Mom was holding on to me while I was having fun licking the peanut butter off her sticky but yummy fingers. Dad had the fun task - clipping my lovely &lt;em&gt;LONG&lt;/em&gt; nails. Okay, so I admit I was squirming in Mom's arms but that's her fault cos she didn't hold me tight enuff. And so he goes ahead clipping my nails one and one and then.....he said.."oh S**t!!" I was like what S**t? I don't see any poop around? Anyway, to cut the story short, Mom's shirt was stained with blood from my nail and the entire area (of the living room) had blood droplets splattered all over the clean floor. LOL! Don't worry guys, the bleeding stopped and I'm fine. Mom says thank dog it wasn't her favourite shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering, that clipper even had a safety blocker thingy to ensure that accidents like this don't happen. Do you think we can get a money back guarantee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will try to write soon !!&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/31440675-1310641911319551644?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1310641911319551644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1310641911319551644' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1310641911319551644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1310641911319551644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-freaking-5-months.html' title='It&apos;s been freaking 5 months?!!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8226929737461695119</id><published>2008-04-14T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:32:34.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear frenz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How's your week coming along so far? Lately, I decided to take some time to do more &lt;em&gt;"enchancements"&lt;/em&gt; on my previously opawrated subjects. This is my latest masterpiece! ~VOILA~ :) Good to know I haven't lost my skillful opawration techniques. heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186895584212482882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_uODXAG-0I/AAAAAAAABbI/hr691Tfevss/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom has been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*upset*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with me cos I have not been erm...doing my poop/toilet business accurately on my pee tray. She has no idea why I am so defiant lately. I have a reason for this but I'm not telling okay!! Anyway, after pissing (no pun intended of course!) my mom off, I'll end up being jailed for the next few hours until I show Mom that I can and I know how to pee/poo accurately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a busy weekend cos Mom's family came over for a visit. Mom's grandpa (yes, he's the one who was hospitalised last year) has not been to my house and I haven't had a chance to meet him yet so Mom decided to organise a gathering at my house. However, some of her relatives (Mom's mother &amp;amp; aunties) are afriad of dogs!??!! Just look at how harmless I am? I can't imagine what's so frightening about me or dogs in general. Hoomans can be so dramatic at times. So Mom had to jail me while the hoomans walk around in my KITCHEN. Unbelieveable I tell ya. The hoomans had the cheek to comment how loudly I bark when they come into the kitchen. Helloooo..that's MY kitchen you are talking about. How dare they walk around and then complain about me barking at them. Sheesh. I did not even get to join in the pawty and feast on the yummy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=5576752113588636538&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, here's a video of me in action to make up for all that ranting I did earlier. hehe..Have a good week ahead!&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/31440675-8226929737461695119?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8226929737461695119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8226929737461695119' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8226929737461695119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8226929737461695119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_uODXAG-0I/AAAAAAAABbI/hr691Tfevss/s72-c/IMG_1761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1727417855993229735</id><published>2008-04-08T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:54:44.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Shank? Corn on Cob?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally got my latest video uploaded and also uploaded some bootiful piktures of myself. You know, I *almost* miss Mom hovering around me with a camera. hahaha..oh wait...maybe not. I have been busy working on my corn. I want to make a corn shank like my friends. But I don't seem to be getting a hang of it. Perhaps I am holding the corn too delicately? Do you see my little pinkie paw (the last one) in the air? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186755009932884786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_sOM3AG-zI/AAAAAAAABbA/cZOZeEq6y5M/s320/O2023807_1_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gee, it's going to take forever before I remove the yellow ends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*chomp chomp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186755005637917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_sOMnAG-yI/AAAAAAAABa4/9ImNqYgrlaU/s320/O2023752_0_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I leave you with a video of myself working hard on my corn. Perhaps I should just work on my princess bone and leave the corn shank to the boys. *sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-4831674166830741897&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes, Dad is back from his trip. :) He travelled a long long way and he didn't get me anything. Due to some delayed flight schedule, he ended up stopping over in London on his way back to Singapore and got a couple of hours to travel around London. And no, he still didn't get me anything. Sheesh, anyway, I am glad he is back. There is no place like HOME.&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/31440675-1727417855993229735?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1727417855993229735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1727417855993229735' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1727417855993229735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1727417855993229735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/04/corn-shank-corn-on-cob.html' title='Corn Shank? Corn on Cob?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R_sOM3AG-zI/AAAAAAAABbA/cZOZeEq6y5M/s72-c/O2023807_1_43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7594864918130828289</id><published>2008-03-31T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:16:56.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief! Has it been a month already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it! I have been out of action for close to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; freaking month? This has to be my longest break away from blogging. The strange thing was, I just can't seem to get down to blogging. Yes, the hoomans have been really busy with their lives lately. Mom is a grouch cos her work has been very hectic and Dad has been out of town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't even had time to check out your blogs. :( I hope you guys have been doing okay. Did I miss any exciting news? Perhaps you can drop me a comment and update me on what's going on in your universe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for stopping by to say hi if you have been popping by just to see if I updated. What can I say? I'm a real slacker. :P hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/31440675-7594864918130828289?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7594864918130828289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7594864918130828289' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7594864918130828289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7594864918130828289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-grief-has-it-been-month-already.html' title='Good Grief! Has it been a month already?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4179400279623073260</id><published>2008-03-03T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:17:37.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Gets in Your Eyes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The weather has gone all crazy again and it's been pouring for days. The hoomans have been feeling lazy (and they just blame it on the weather) and did not feel like going anywhere. Mom has been spending a lot of time on the compooter setting up &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/"&gt;SKYPE&lt;/a&gt; so that she can use it to chat with Dad when he's travelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I get really excited when I hear/see Dad on Mom's compooter. I will tilt my head from side to side and try to get as close as possible to the compooter screen so that I can lick Dad's face. I wish I could get a video of that to show you but that would mean that Dad's face would be seen all over the internet and we would end up freaking everydog out. So you'll just have to take my word for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just wanted to share a pikture taken by Dad recently. He says this looks very arty-farty. Gee, what do I know? I'm just a dog...I don't do &lt;em&gt;art&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173765122507701202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8zn95Zge9I/AAAAAAAABaw/AwL2N8ioKp4/s320/O1193177_0_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-4179400279623073260?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4179400279623073260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4179400279623073260' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4179400279623073260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4179400279623073260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/03/smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.html' title='Smoke Gets in Your Eyes....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8zn95Zge9I/AAAAAAAABaw/AwL2N8ioKp4/s72-c/O1193177_0_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4544451837213248519</id><published>2008-02-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:38:18.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll show you who's BOSS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8OGKC1q_JI/AAAAAAAABag/jDTFdQeQUl0/s1600-h/_2094140_0_00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171124304270261394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8OGKC1q_JI/AAAAAAAABag/jDTFdQeQUl0/s320/_2094140_0_00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a busy week at home cos Dad was involved in the &lt;a href="http://www.singaporeairshow.com.sg/"&gt;Singapore Airshow 2008&lt;/a&gt;. He came home really late and left the house before the sun was up. It has been really disruptive for me cos we all know I need my beauty sleep. He showed me a couple of piktures of the flying aero-displays but I wasn't too impressed. Those planes look like &lt;strong&gt;BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt; to me and I hate &lt;strong&gt;BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt;. Perhaps if I have time, I'll show you a couple of piktures too and let you decide if they look like &lt;strong&gt;BIRDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Mom &amp;amp; I were chased by mean black swans at the park. Mom ran off screaming her head off but I was undeterred by those nasty swans. I showed them who's boss and thank dog, Dad managed to show you some evidence of me in action. Do you see Mom anywhere near me? I may be small but I know how to protect my hoomans. On the hindside, those swans could have actually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*eaten*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just hope my hoomans know how good I am to them protecting them with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Sunday, my hoomans brought me out for a playdate with a 7 month old boy Black-Tan long hair dachshund. Mom said he's looking for his forever home and asked me to play nice with him. And so I tried.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*NOT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! That little fellow (he's a very &lt;em&gt;handsome&lt;/em&gt; looking boy actually) was really cheeky and kept trying to smell my butt. I spent more of our playdate sitting on the floor trying to hide from him. He kept taunting me with his squeaky ball but I was not getting off my butt I tell ya. In any case, I hope he finds his forever home soon. Erm...it's not going to my home right Mom??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On a side note, I heard news that Dad will be travelling to Ottawa, Ontario Canada next month for a course. It's going to be a 24-36 hours flight from Singapore and that's only one way. Imagine how long the journey is! Hmm..I wonder what I should be packing for the trip. I heard it's very cold (below zero). Maybe I can visit some of my Canadian friends! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : I don't think you'll be going with him, Luckie!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been having some problems with my camera and piktures uploading with my Macbook so until I figure that out, I'll have to depend on Dad for my piktures and we all know how long he takes to release new piktures. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-4544451837213248519?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6168b42046f88d8b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=835f24acb2094164&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db325c51c9c85edb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4544451837213248519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4544451837213248519' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4544451837213248519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4544451837213248519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ill-show-you-whos-boss.html' title='I&apos;ll show you who&apos;s BOSS!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R8OGKC1q_JI/AAAAAAAABag/jDTFdQeQUl0/s72-c/_2094140_0_00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6388140772677030711</id><published>2008-02-18T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:13:15.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Firstly, I know you must be wondering if I succeeded with my heart-shaped poop surprise for my hoomans on Valentine's Day. The answer is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I did not even get a chance to eat anything to make my poop &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But Dad did send a sweet message to Mom saying that he would be back early for dinner (at home - cos my hoomans never celebrate Valentine's Day at all for the past 11 years they have been together) and he ended his message saying "I love you and Luckie too!" Awwww........ I love you too Dad! MUACK! MUACK! MUACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Last week, &lt;a href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt; blogged about some things that make him think. It made me think about things that make me go hmmm too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) Why does Mom always say I leave a lot of hair around the house? I see a lot of her hair on the floor too and you don't hear me complaining do you? Plus, I'm even closer to the ground so I even have to lie down on her mess sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018017780093554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokGoSUnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JH5dUvnQAjw/s320/tshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) Watching TV. How can Dad turn into a couch potato and stay there all day long staring at the TV? Pawsonally, I don't watch TV. I can't figure out how they trap those hoomans and animals inside and it freaks me out. How did Dad get so good at his STAY command? Will I also know how to SIT and STAY at one spot for a long time if I watch TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) What do hoomans do at work? Do they sleep (yes I know some peepol can sleep with their eyes open) at work? Do they pretend to be busy? Do they surf the internet? Do they just wait for feeding time (I think they call it lunch) and time for them to go home? My question is..do they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018022075060866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokWoSUoI/AAAAAAAABaA/YTdVclK3yLQ/s320/tshirt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Why can't I have access to my treat container as and when I feel like it? It's mine so I should have the right to feed myself (okay, so I may need a little help prying open the lid). I don't understand why my pawrents can gorge on their treats and then moan &amp;amp; groan about feeling guilty and fat all the time. I conclude I should be able to indulge myself anytime and then moan &amp;amp; groan about it later on too. PS : I am not fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018026370028178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUpI/AAAAAAAABaI/7Mx5C3irfPY/s320/tshirt2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5) Why do I always need to get my butt wiped and feet cleaned after I finish with my toilet business? I feel pawfectly clean and I am capable of cleaning myself. If I could flush my own pee tray, I would do so. If I had toilet paper to clean myself, I'd use it to make SNOW!!! Wheeeee!! Showers are also over-rated unless they come with a treat each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUqI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7BKaEaTcPng/s1600-h/tshirt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157018026370028194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokmoSUqI/AAAAAAAABaQ/7BKaEaTcPng/s320/tshirt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is like the longest post I have written in months. I need to nap now. Oh, in case you are wondering what have all these piktures got to do with my subject, they don't. I just wanted to post them so you can see how nice I look in my top. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6388140772677030711?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6388140772677030711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6388140772677030711' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6388140772677030711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6388140772677030711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-that-make-you-go-hmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go hmmmm....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FokGoSUnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/JH5dUvnQAjw/s72-c/tshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-156340629711593304</id><published>2008-02-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:38:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Blog Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DdXWoSUeI/AAAAAAAABYw/ni9h7LgyYrA/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361366993129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DdXWoSUeI/AAAAAAAABYw/ni9h7LgyYrA/s320/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exactly one year ago, I decided to start blogging. Today, I celebrate my First Blog Anniversary with all of you my dear frenz. It has been a really awesome year although I have to admit recently I seem to have developed writer's block. Perhaps cos life has become a familiar but happy routine for me now. I have grown a lot since then don't you think? I don't even remember myself being so teeny (see pikture above) weeny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Chinese New Year's celebrations have been fun. I did not get to follow my pawrents while they visited their relatives. But I had lotsa fun lazing around withn my hoomans when they were at home. We did go out to the park though and we were chased by some really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; swans. The swans wandered out of the lake and started walking along the path right behind us. Oh dog, they sure had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wings. I wasn't afriad of those swans...I showed them who's the boss and chased them back to the lake. bwahahaha.... Dad said he managed to take a pikture of me in action but I highly doubt that cos I reacted so fast that Mom ended up chasing after me instead. :P Even if he did get a pikture, I'd have appeared as a brown furry mass. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Valentine's Day just round the corner. How will you be spending your Valentine's Day? I'm still trying to figure out how to create a heart-shaped poop to give to my pawrents as a token of my love for them. Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-156340629711593304?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/156340629711593304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=156340629711593304' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/156340629711593304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/156340629711593304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-1st-blog-anniversary.html' title='Happy 1st Blog Anniversary!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DdXWoSUeI/AAAAAAAABYw/ni9h7LgyYrA/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1646786634265603002</id><published>2008-02-06T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:56:35.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DduGoSUfI/AAAAAAAABY4/KRG4bYvuMPc/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361757835153906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DduGoSUfI/AAAAAAAABY4/KRG4bYvuMPc/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is the eve of Chinese New Year. The hoomans will be going to my grandparents' place for their reunion dinner. Last year, Dad had to travel to Chicago and did not get a chance to celebrate Chinese New Year with everyone at home. This year, he's just as busy at work but he's glad he has a chance to eat, drink and be merry with the rest of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hoomans get a two days break from work (Thursday &amp;amp; Friday) and I know they are certainly looking forward to this long break. Chinese New Year is a special time of the year for the Chinese. There are a lot of traditions and customs which have been passed down for many generations. Mom will be rushing back after work today to clean up the house so that it'll be nice and clean for me to mess up over the next few days. Mom says sweeping the floor on the very first day of the New Year is forbidden as this signifies that the good fortune &amp;amp; luck will be swept away for the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to take the time to wish all my frenz Gong Hay Fatt Choy (that's Happy New Year in Cantonese). Have a wonderful Year of the Rat!!&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/31440675-1646786634265603002?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1646786634265603002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1646786634265603002' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1646786634265603002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1646786634265603002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DduGoSUfI/AAAAAAAABY4/KRG4bYvuMPc/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7953630441049338529</id><published>2008-01-29T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:14:44.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll like to UPSIZE my bed please.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello EveryDog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, my hoomans bought me a nice red fluffy bed but Dad insisted that it was too short for me or rather I was too long for the bed. However, Mom was in denial and said it was fine since I spend most of my time curled up in bed so the length of the bed is not an issue. If you ask me, I'd say she's just being a stingy poker and doesn't want to spend money on me so that she can do more &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But as you guys know, I have been bonding with Dad a lot lately. He decided to surprise me (&amp;amp; Mom) with a new (BIGGER) bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015780102132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5Fmh2oSUkI/AAAAAAAABZg/t2hJbVC1ocQ/s320/bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now that my bed is bigger &amp;amp; wider, I can bring all my toys to bed. Okay, maybe not all my toys, else I won't have any place to sleep at all. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015780102132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5Fmh2oSUlI/AAAAAAAABZo/35Z3g1IHgzY/s320/bed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am very pleased with my new bed and this is my "Be Gone You Stoopid Woman" look cos I couldn't stand Mom going trigger happy with her camera just because of a new bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157015784397099618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5FmiGoSUmI/AAAAAAAABZw/gPUwn29PQLo/s320/bed3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's a video of me enjoying my new bed. It's nothing exciting but I just decided to upload it cos I know you guys miss watching videos of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3b2801f7423aa6db" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b2801f7423aa6db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B48C11B35B4BE8E5ECA22D840215A2E6342060F.6F8941211D8C819CAB30DBC7484BED4F6744F37C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b2801f7423aa6db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds7oMJjkPg-gHxyvfPmUkMfzjHAw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3b2801f7423aa6db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B48C11B35B4BE8E5ECA22D840215A2E6342060F.6F8941211D8C819CAB30DBC7484BED4F6744F37C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3b2801f7423aa6db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds7oMJjkPg-gHxyvfPmUkMfzjHAw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom has been really busy at work so that means I don't get a chance to use the compooter as often as I'd like to recently. :( So please bear with me if I'm a bit slow with my updates. &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/31440675-7953630441049338529?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7953630441049338529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7953630441049338529' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7953630441049338529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7953630441049338529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/ill-like-to-upsize-my-bed-please.html' title='I&apos;ll like to UPSIZE my bed please.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R5Fmh2oSUkI/AAAAAAAABZg/t2hJbVC1ocQ/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1380648309714254057</id><published>2008-01-25T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:51:50.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Baby Run...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dd3GoSUgI/AAAAAAAABZA/UekMDykiZxs/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361912453976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dd3GoSUgI/AAAAAAAABZA/UekMDykiZxs/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so glad the weekend is here again!! I can't wait to get out into the sun and RUN RUN RUN! :) I know I may have short legs but don't underestimate me...I can still run pretty fast. Here's a pikture of me running towards my Dad. He had that terrified look on his face cos he was worried I'd &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POUNCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on him and make him drop his precious camera. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*sniggle sniggle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I haven't been doing much lately so I have no new stories to share. I think I'm having a major writer's block. I hope you are having way more fun than I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have yourself a wonderful weekend!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-1380648309714254057?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1380648309714254057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1380648309714254057' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1380648309714254057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1380648309714254057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/run-baby-run.html' title='Run Baby Run...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dd3GoSUgI/AAAAAAAABZA/UekMDykiZxs/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4252068893259361578</id><published>2008-01-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:41:38.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Piktures Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to share with you this really cool pikture taken by Dad recently. We were at the park and saw this huge web made by this spider. Mom said it was "gross". I think gross is good! :) I wonder how many days did the spider take to spin such a big web?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360525179539890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmWoSUbI/AAAAAAAABYY/U7k36DeclKQ/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also wonder if this was the spider that bit Peter Parker and made him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider-Man"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/a&gt;. I have always wanted to have a pet of my own so I told Mom that we should bring Mr Spider home! She pretended (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) not to hear me. How could anyone or anydog not hear me when I speak? You know how loud my bark is right? However, when we went back to the park the following week, Mr Spider was no longer there. I think the heavy rain may have washed away all his hard work. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360529474507202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmmoSUcI/AAAAAAAABYg/aisYQnhJoI0/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also came across a this really shy lizard. Don't you think Mr Lizard looks like he's riding on a bike? He seems to be holding onto the handle bars. haha... I tried asking Mom once again if I could bring Mr Lizard home too as a pet. I guess she has some hearing problem....she can't seem to hear me when I ask her "sensitive" questions. Must be the volume of music coming from her IPod or I dunno what nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360520884572578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmGoSUaI/AAAAAAAABYQ/BQxyobNckQY/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your weekend has been fun. I went for a manicure to get my nails done for Chinese New Year on Saturday. That wasn't too exciting. On Sunday, I brought my hoomans to the park for their weekly walks. Oh wait, that sounded a bit wrong. My hoomans brought me for my weekly walk at the park...and it poured really heavily. We were caught in the rain and Mom quickly stuffed me into my bag so that she could keep me dry while the hoomans walked as fast as they could (trust me, it wasn't too fast at all if I still ended up a tad bit wet!) to get to the shelter. It sure was fun watching them get wet. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-4252068893259361578?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4252068893259361578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4252068893259361578' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4252068893259361578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4252068893259361578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-piktures-madness.html' title='Random Piktures Madness'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DcmWoSUbI/AAAAAAAABYY/U7k36DeclKQ/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7403984246104684686</id><published>2008-01-16T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:03:29.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Dog &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have taken your advice and been questioning my hoomans non stop about &lt;em&gt;the other dog&lt;/em&gt;. However, they are not revealing anything at this moment. I shall persevere on because I believe they will eventually break down under pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past few weeks, I have been busy pawforming my 1st opawration of 2008 on Mr Santa Dog. This is a highly delicate opawration as Mr Santa Dog looks so festive and happy, I really need to break him gently and tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gGoSUXI/AAAAAAAABX4/FCforcRUcPA/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072334107955570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gGoSUXI/AAAAAAAABX4/FCforcRUcPA/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be deceived by this pikture okay? I was still being really gentle with him. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUYI/AAAAAAAABYA/0NubyCc4nok/s1600-h/dog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072338402922882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUYI/AAAAAAAABYA/0NubyCc4nok/s320/dog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Doesn't Mr Santa Dog look jolly with his green scarf? To tell you the truth, he looks quite different right now. I just thought it wasn't quite appropriate for him to wear a scarf in Sunny Singapore and kindly removed it for him. Yes, yes...I know you guys must be saying what a thoughtful girl I am right? With the weather in Singapore, he may just end up getting heat stroke wearing a scarf. LOL! I am in the mist of removing his hat too afterall Christmas is over....I'm sure he no longer needs the Santa Hat. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pNLXxFYhAzI/s1600-h/dog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150072338402922898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gWoSUZI/AAAAAAAABYI/pNLXxFYhAzI/s320/dog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Santa Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dc20ca36741ca57f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc20ca36741ca57f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A66CB856996738AE9F18A5BFB09F2B86EDF54CE.303D0A777A7459EA2CEC8F105D988743C8FC30CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc20ca36741ca57f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHA-y6by56i3Z9WHgkijJzyRYQvo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddc20ca36741ca57f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A66CB856996738AE9F18A5BFB09F2B86EDF54CE.303D0A777A7459EA2CEC8F105D988743C8FC30CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddc20ca36741ca57f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHA-y6by56i3Z9WHgkijJzyRYQvo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been trying to get a shot of Mr Santa Dog after his opawration but he seems really shy. I wonder why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7403984246104684686?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc20ca36741ca57f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7403984246104684686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7403984246104684686' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7403984246104684686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7403984246104684686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/santa-dog-me.html' title='Santa Dog &amp; Me'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i7gGoSUXI/AAAAAAAABX4/FCforcRUcPA/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5463517307624720494</id><published>2008-01-14T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:01:35.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Gym</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to the park again yesterday. Thank dog, there was no mean little girls calling me meanie names. I had a good walk and basically a pretty decent weekend. I guess Mom's probably feeling guilty for cheating on me cos the hoomans went out for dinner on Saturday night and Mom came back smelling of another DOG! I sniffed and sniffed...seriously, if she wanted to cheat on me, she should have done a better job removing all discriminating evidence. I found cream colored hair on her clothes. Mom finally said they went to see a long haired cream dachsie girl pup. For WHAT??????!!!! *&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;panic mode&lt;/span&gt;* Then she said, it was time for my dinner. Food is always good....hey wait, she didn't answer my earlier question! You can be sure I will be watching my hoomans very closely over the next few weeks for any suspicious actions or movements. Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you get a good workout when you are stuck at home and don't get to go out for walks? I present to you the magic red dot! Follow the dot and trust me, you'll be getting an excellent workout. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f1285aa4c217d9fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1285aa4c217d9fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D3708F7DC3F31C5826D33A8ADC040FBFF09F55.5161B78C8CC894ECF841BBECDC39FE6DF0176A9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1285aa4c217d9fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGOPoQIop6fFJkx2Tjm0xh6INdi4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df1285aa4c217d9fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D3708F7DC3F31C5826D33A8ADC040FBFF09F55.5161B78C8CC894ECF841BBECDC39FE6DF0176A9B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df1285aa4c217d9fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGOPoQIop6fFJkx2Tjm0xh6INdi4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-5463517307624720494?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f1285aa4c217d9fe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5463517307624720494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5463517307624720494' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5463517307624720494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5463517307624720494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/indoor-gym.html' title='Indoor Gym'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-437824202782908745</id><published>2008-01-09T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T09:54:44.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to rant but do I look like a banana to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DeGGoSUhI/AAAAAAAABZI/b_VXfN9asd4/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152362170152014354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DeGGoSUhI/AAAAAAAABZI/b_VXfN9asd4/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pikture taken by Dad of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend, my hoomans decided to bring me out for a leisurely walk on Sunday morning. You see, the weather in Singapore has been really strange lately. It can be bright and sunny in the morning, but by noon time, the skies start to get dark and before you can say Oh my DOGness *coupled with a surprised look*, it starts to pour cats &amp;amp; dogs (heh heh..no pun intended).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhoo, I was totally enjoying my walk at the park cos it's been a while since I had a chance to go there. So I met a couple of other dogs...so I barked and growled (I even tried to lunge at them), but I was a good girl. No no, I was just being friendly and did not bite!! It's not my fault if my hoomans don't bring me out as often as I like so I just want to meet as many new friends as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then along came a family with a little girl who exclaimed really loudly to her parents when they finished admiring my long elegant body "Oh Mummy! Look! It's a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dog! She's as long as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Now, I have been called many things...sausage dog, weiner dog..but seriously? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;BANANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Tell me, do I look like one to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Very Sad Luckie - I am not a banana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-437824202782908745?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/437824202782908745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=437824202782908745' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/437824202782908745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/437824202782908745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/sorry-to-rant-but-do-i-look-like-banana.html' title='Sorry to rant but do I look like a banana to you?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4DeGGoSUhI/AAAAAAAABZI/b_VXfN9asd4/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7015788590772170811</id><published>2008-01-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T09:36:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a flower from me to you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dc-WoSUdI/AAAAAAAABYo/hzRXChh6rHE/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360937496400338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dc-WoSUdI/AAAAAAAABYo/hzRXChh6rHE/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's another gloomy monday alone at home. The hoomans have gone back to work reluctantly grumbling that it's going to be a busy month at work ahead for both of them. The next public holiday coming up would be the Chinese Lunar New Year and that falls on 7th Feb which is exactly a month to go. Next month, I will also be celebrating my 1st year anniversary for my little old bloggie too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a pikture of a gorgeous looking flower (thanks to Dad of course) to cheer your Monday Blues away. I hope you have a awesome week ahead. :)&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/31440675-7015788590772170811?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7015788590772170811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7015788590772170811' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7015788590772170811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7015788590772170811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-flower-from-me-to-you.html' title='Here&apos;s a flower from me to you...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R4Dc-WoSUdI/AAAAAAAABYo/hzRXChh6rHE/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4099862838066602029</id><published>2008-01-04T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:16:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know Xmas is over but.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I know...Xmas 2007 is long gone but I never had a chance to share what I received from my friends yet. In fact, by the time I blog about this, some of the gifts have already been opawrated by me. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a star cookie from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huskee Oppa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It was very delicious and basically, I finished it within a few days cos Mom said it should be eaten while it was still "fresh". For once, that woman actually made use of her seldom used brain and made a very wise decision. I also received a card from handsome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sammie-s.com/boo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boo &amp;amp; Moo Moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067485089878370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3F2oSUWI/AAAAAAAABXw/5D-jy3wh4X4/s320/huskeeboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boy &amp;amp; Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also gave me some yummy treats. :) Thanks guys!! I liked your Christmoose card a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067476499943730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FWoSUTI/AAAAAAAABXY/45tjO9iIzc0/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm..I wonder what's inside Santa's bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067480794911042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FmoSUUI/AAAAAAAABXg/a4K8ZpJMK1Y/s320/bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hamsterrific pressies from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!! She gave me a Santa Dog &amp;amp; a rope flower toy! My my..she sure has good taste cos those toys are from my favourite brand - Zanies. She also enclosed a very cute looking dachsie on her xmas card.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fubearbear.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in the pikture? She's all dressed up in her santa hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067480794911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3FmoSUVI/AAAAAAAABXo/MimU6wUjFjg/s320/girl+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom also got some really cool gifts from Eil &amp;amp; Huskee's Maid (she should thank me cos I was the one who introduced them to her). Eil gave Mom a tub of yummylicious cream and Mom received a mug with dachsies prints all over from Huskee's Maid. She says she will be using the pressies for sure. She received also something from the both of them which made her really happy. She doesn't want to tell me what it is...grrr.. I must get to the bottom of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-4099862838066602029?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4099862838066602029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4099862838066602029' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4099862838066602029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4099862838066602029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-know-xmas-is-over-but.html' title='I know Xmas is over but.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R3i3F2oSUWI/AAAAAAAABXw/5D-jy3wh4X4/s72-c/huskeeboo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-9005094368752114410</id><published>2008-01-02T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:37:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey buddies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Missed me a lot didn't ya? Tell me, how did you spend your New Year's eve? Did you have a wild pawty while your hoomans head out for their own wild pawties? Well, my hoomans (being such losers with no frenz) headed off to bed at around &lt;strong&gt;11.30pm&lt;/strong&gt; on New Year's eve. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Luckie's Mom - I wasn't feeling too well okay? I don't usually sleep that early!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Nice try Mom, who cares if you sleep early or late? In any case, that means they'll also switch off the lights and force me to sleep that early too. Thus, making me a loser too. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, at the stroke of midnight, the skies started to boom and made those loud &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;farting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (oops, I can use the word fart here right?) noises. Flashes of bright lights were all over the night sky. I kept barking and barking! This was totally so exciting!! As expected, my hoomans woke up and had to pacify me thus missing out on the fireworks display which could be seen from my windows. haha...what a way to usher in 2008. At precisely, 12.08am, it was all quiet and the hoomans headed back to bed. The End. Yeah, that's the story of how my family ushers in the New Year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Told ya we lead a really exciting life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to share with everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl some of my Xmas gifts. This was what my Mom gave me. Isn't she the sweeterest? A kitchen roll! Did you see the way I rip it apart and then spat out the paper? Oh, the hoomans bought me a new bed if you noticed. It's apparently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*too small*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for my long body so Dad says he's going to get me another one. I wuv you Dad!!! PS : I have been bonding a lot of Dad while he watches TV on the couch. I have this special place on his tummy. 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I realised that it has been close to 2 weeks since I last blogged. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yikes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christmas went past really fast and yes, I had lotsa pressies. I did not get to attend any pawty at all. :( However, I was able to spend quality time with my hoomans. That means more to me than any pressies in the world! I'd like to take the chance to thank everydog who had sent us lovely cards and well wishes. Thank you so very much for everything - being such great friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Excuse me while I continue with my celebration to usher in the new year (2008!!!!). I promise to be back in 2008 bigger &amp;amp; better! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2007 has been a year with lotsa ups and downs for my family. I am looking foward to 2008 because we should always look forward and not live in the past. I wish everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl (together with your hoomans) a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I shall see you guys next year. &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/31440675-623052017034493087?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/623052017034493087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=623052017034493087' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/623052017034493087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/623052017034493087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007hello-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007...Hello 2008!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1075621232066937034</id><published>2007-12-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T14:53:31.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my ROCK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After raining for the last couple of days (almost non stop in fact), the weather finally cleared up today. Mr Sun is back in action and let's hope he stays here until over the weekend. I haven't been doing much at home cos it's been way too cold. I just lie there waiting for *something* to happen but looks like nothing is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was supposed to share these piktures earlier but I kinda forgot about them. heh heh.. I found my very first special rock during one of my walks. I was pawticularly inspired by &lt;a href="http://sunshadethesuperdale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ms Sunshade&lt;/a&gt; who has her very own special collection of rocks. I tried to play fetch with it but it didn't roll very well. Then I tried playing football with it too. I tried chewing on it but Mom stopped me cos she said it was bad for my teeth. I thought it was a splendid idea to strike a pose with the rock between my paws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6-W_uQcI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ta2eXyq5g5s/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130368506015924674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6-W_uQcI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ta2eXyq5g5s/s320/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to bring it home and Mom said she'd carry it for me. :) Hmm...the strange thing is, I don't see my rock at home now. I wonder where did Mom keep the rock? MOM????? &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Luckie's Mom : Oh Luckie, I thought you wanted to chew on the lamb ear? Go on, chew on it... Erm..we'll talk about the rock some other time.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6-W_uQdI/AAAAAAAABT4/5X2vUzKIwxA/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130368506015924690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6-W_uQdI/AAAAAAAABT4/5X2vUzKIwxA/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad  was having a fine time with his new camera lens and I like this pikture a lot. I must have been really tired after my walk. hehe...Just look how long my tongue is! :) I am glad you guys think I showed that truck how fierce I can be. Unforunately, I didn't get to destroy it and it still works. Shucks. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-1075621232066937034?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1075621232066937034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1075621232066937034' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1075621232066937034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1075621232066937034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-my-rock.html' title='I love my ROCK!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6-W_uQcI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ta2eXyq5g5s/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1658946676560741098</id><published>2007-12-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T13:47:56.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not get to attend my auntie's barkday pawty. My hoomans fed my dinner really early and told me to get some rest and the next thing I know, they were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! :( I can't believe they were so mean to me. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With all that pent up anger inside me, I definately needed to find a way to rant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling bad (they should! HARUMMPH), Dad decided to amuse me (or issit really himself) with this new toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take 1 - Luckie plays with her Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6422734de4bfb118" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6422734de4bfb118%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EB1BD74B539B1E19A012B0BFEF554930194AFA2.406C45F07EAA6B84A04962E42ACE2C2105CAC31A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6422734de4bfb118%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUf6wipvH0RdvH4N7akOAq1XpnZQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6422734de4bfb118%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EB1BD74B539B1E19A012B0BFEF554930194AFA2.406C45F07EAA6B84A04962E42ACE2C2105CAC31A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6422734de4bfb118%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUf6wipvH0RdvH4N7akOAq1XpnZQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take 2 - Luckie plays with her Truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6cb0459b5805520b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6cb0459b5805520b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE61D7704D65609080C84FE5DF19DC0A5C412AD.61B8A5C9014B0AFAC280A33D1C43ACC1833729F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cb0459b5805520b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgcGdIjwRsqlBA5YH3NudCPRSk8E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6cb0459b5805520b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE61D7704D65609080C84FE5DF19DC0A5C412AD.61B8A5C9014B0AFAC280A33D1C43ACC1833729F0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6cb0459b5805520b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgcGdIjwRsqlBA5YH3NudCPRSk8E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what do you think? Did I manage to show that thing I mean business? Don't mess with me or else......&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/31440675-1658946676560741098?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6cb0459b5805520b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1658946676560741098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1658946676560741098' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1658946676560741098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1658946676560741098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with me...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6498453242818718794</id><published>2007-12-06T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:27:45.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Belly Good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The weekend is just round the corner. My hoomans will be going for a family gathering to celebrate Mom's sister barkday. I heard that there will be a yummy cake and lotsa food. I'm working hard to convince Mom to bring me along although I heard her telling Dad if I do get to go along, she won't be able to eat in "peace". I think she meant, she cannot eat any peas. I know my Mom hates peas. Does anydog or person like peas for that matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, I have to spend some time catching up on my beauty sleep. I need to look my best since I'm meeting the rest of the family. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey Mom - don't stop scratching okay? A little more to the right please.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2l8ZYFVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/UsWdpj8qUfQ/s1600-h/bellyrub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133441607294866642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2l8ZYFVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/UsWdpj8qUfQ/s320/bellyrub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get bored of belly rubs! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2l9pYFVOI/AAAAAAAABVw/s7H510Eq__A/s1600-h/bellyrub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133441628769703138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2l9pYFVOI/AAAAAAAABVw/s7H510Eq__A/s320/bellyrub1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good weekend everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6498453242818718794?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6498453242818718794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6498453242818718794' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6498453242818718794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6498453242818718794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/belly-belly-good.html' title='Belly Belly Good....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2l8ZYFVNI/AAAAAAAABVo/UsWdpj8qUfQ/s72-c/bellyrub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4072927827566492766</id><published>2007-12-04T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:51:42.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumplings for you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi my frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom had been busy cooking up a storm lately. Pawsonally, I'd prefer if she's cooking food for me to devour. But apparently, that's not the case. It's for those greedy gluttons at home. Anyhoo, she made dumplings soup for lunch. What goes into those dumplings? It's minced meat, shrimps ,chestnuts and some seasoning (you can add in other stuffs too! But this is just a basic filling). She &amp;amp; Dad then started filling up these dumpling skins with the fillings. You see that farnie looking round shaped one? That was made by Dad. He wanted to make it look like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonton"&gt;wonton&lt;/a&gt;. I'm sorry I don't have the recipe to share cos Mom cooks by memory and doesn't do measurements very well. Everything is a dash of this..a dash of that. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExE9n3r7I/AAAAAAAABWw/pL8UD-3EbfU/s1600-R/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942611137474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExE9n3r7I/AAAAAAAABWw/bNoaGaKzAqQ/s320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom put the dumplings into the water to boil. If they start to float, that means they are cooked and ready to be served.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExFNn3r8I/AAAAAAAABW4/j377uNUOX8Q/s1600-R/cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942615432441794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExFNn3r8I/AAAAAAAABW4/IkCY3P0kdHA/s320/cooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voila! This is the end product. Dumpling soup with vegetables! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExFdn3r9I/AAAAAAAABXA/owOxaNiCOp8/s1600-R/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942619727409106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExFdn3r9I/AAAAAAAABXA/iXwSkO2fqJE/s320/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea why she didn't keep any of these for me. Those gluttons just finished every bit of the food! How selfish huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-4072927827566492766?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4072927827566492766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4072927827566492766' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4072927827566492766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4072927827566492766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/dumplings-for-you.html' title='Dumplings for you?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExE9n3r7I/AAAAAAAABWw/bNoaGaKzAqQ/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6800314588608220484</id><published>2007-12-01T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T13:41:06.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Hana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I received my first Christmas card for 2007 today from my BFF, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. That's some feat considering we did not pawticipate in the Christmas card exchange. And why didn't we join in the fun? *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;darts a dirty look at Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* Gee, I really have no idea.... Look how bootiful &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt; looks with her festive Christmas ribbon necklace. Thanks for the lovely card!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExTtn3r-I/AAAAAAAABXI/F7AYcw_zEYo/s1600-R/hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942864540544994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExTtn3r-I/AAAAAAAABXI/pHvRHCcBXoc/s320/hana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also took some time to write me a sweet note. She has really good paw-riting for a doggy. You can read it here. She's really kind to say that my Mom's piktures look nice too. har har... That'd really make Mom's head get bigger and bigger. Maybe that'd be a good thing too considering that she always says she has a big butt. A bigger head would help to balance out the whole body. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExTtn3r_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/as2ciN4Copc/s1600-R/hana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942864540545010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExTtn3r_I/AAAAAAAABXQ/S0CfIaLVNjA/s320/hana2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How was your weekend? The weather finally cleared up after a few weeks of thunderstorms and my hoomans bought me to the park for a walk. Dad took some piktures of some scary looking bugs. I will try to upload them when they are ready. I also met another red long hair daschie called Al. He's really a shy dude and I shared some water with him. Yes, my maid oopsie..I mean Mom carries a bag of stuffs belonging to me when we travel. I never believe in travelling light! Why should I? I mean, I'm not the one carrying al l the stuffs. *&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;wink&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a good week ahead. I have lotsa new piktures to share. :) Coming right up folks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6800314588608220484?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6800314588608220484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6800314588608220484' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6800314588608220484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6800314588608220484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-hana.html' title='Thanks Hana!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R1ExTtn3r-I/AAAAAAAABXI/pHvRHCcBXoc/s72-c/hana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7583991180316073134</id><published>2007-11-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:59:59.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who let the Big Bad Wolf in to my house?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2krJYFVMI/AAAAAAAABVg/Qkrq5V0YzOE/s1600-h/gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133440211430495426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2krJYFVMI/AAAAAAAABVg/Qkrq5V0YzOE/s320/gate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I noticed something extremely disturbing in my house. Just look at the child gate in the pikture above! I can't imagine who left those teeth marks behind. Hmm..I think the Big Bad Wolf must have sneaked into my house while I am asleep. Tsk Tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It can't be me cos my teethies are not *that* sharp! (Luckie's Mom : Oh really? Then how do you explain all these marks on my hand?) Hmm...I remember &lt;a href="http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby&lt;/a&gt; showing us piktures of her child gate at home too and there were also some of those suspicious looking marks on them. I bet the Big Bad Wolf must have gone to her house too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's time for the hoomans to get a new gate! hehe... or maybe they should just remove the darn thing. Who needs a child gate anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7583991180316073134?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7583991180316073134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7583991180316073134' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7583991180316073134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7583991180316073134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-let-big-bad-wolf-in-to-my-house.html' title='Who let the Big Bad Wolf in to my house?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2krJYFVMI/AAAAAAAABVg/Qkrq5V0YzOE/s72-c/gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8853724096360306234</id><published>2007-11-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:42:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember my handbag?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking around for my handbag so that I could match it with my new dress. Then I got carried away with my handbag. The straps are so short!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Her Bag - Take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fea7ccc95668351" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fea7ccc95668351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6866112BDDDF9500EE2A3D5C9EA56ACD73426D1.233D1184A02C5FEDF9D0B82F1575B89CF1FA25BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea7ccc95668351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0TSTxBLRIO4jt-js1oxiASTs-Lo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0fea7ccc95668351%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6866112BDDDF9500EE2A3D5C9EA56ACD73426D1.233D1184A02C5FEDF9D0B82F1575B89CF1FA25BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfea7ccc95668351%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0TSTxBLRIO4jt-js1oxiASTs-Lo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Her Bag - Take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31fdc76483b52230" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31fdc76483b52230%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2841FADB0B36B8966C101AD66053D4179F0CCBE3.779903E8C790750361F17DF43DA91A3ABBE87894%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31fdc76483b52230%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVT2sYsscXf8X0itRM1Er_SbboDQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31fdc76483b52230%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2841FADB0B36B8966C101AD66053D4179F0CCBE3.779903E8C790750361F17DF43DA91A3ABBE87894%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31fdc76483b52230%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVT2sYsscXf8X0itRM1Er_SbboDQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope your weekend has been better than mine. Mom &amp;amp; I took a slow walk (well, it felt kinda slow to me) to the groomers to get my nails done and I had to take a shower when I got home. That wasn't terribly exciting if you ask me. Anyhoo, I just wanted to let you know that Mom's grandpa was discharged from the hospital last Wednesday (after a 2 months stay). Unfortunately, he felt sick on Saturday and complained that he couldn't breathe and his chest hurt, so he was admitted into the hospital again. The vet says he has a lung infection. I will be praying for him and hopefully, he will recover soon to get back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8853724096360306234?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31fdc76483b52230&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fea7ccc95668351&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8853724096360306234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8853724096360306234' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8853724096360306234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8853724096360306234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/remember-my-handbag.html' title='Remember my handbag?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2306998678616322913</id><published>2007-11-22T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:46:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muchas Gracias Lorenza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, Mom collected a package from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Now, this package was mailed from China where her Auntie Claudia is working so it's the first time we received something from China. It was a great &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cos I was certainly not expecting anything in the mail. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to check out the package cos it made some really wierd noises and got me &lt;em&gt;reaaaallly &lt;/em&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585825237226738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2mpYFVPI/AAAAAAAABWA/nNcUVja1fts/s320/lorenza1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, look at the goodies!! :) She included some treats (which I shared with my cousin cos Mom said I should not be eating so much due to my disappearing waist line) and a chicken drumstick!! I think one of the treats is named after Tanner! It says Tanitos? Issit spanish for Tanner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585838122128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2nZYFVQI/AAAAAAAABWI/_a1Wojvj9V0/s320/lorenza2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also included a card - it was nice of her to do the translation. :) And the bestest part of my present?? A bootiful handmade dress by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s grandmama!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585846712063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2n5YFVSI/AAAAAAAABWY/Jx2bDKuIy4E/s320/lorenza4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dress looks exactly like what Lorenza wears. I am soo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; *touched*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by her kind gesture. Mom is really impressed by the handiwork and she says it's really bootifully sewn. Mom says she is sure other dachsies' hoomans would be willing to pay lotsa money for a dress like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; says she hopes the dress will fit me. Okay, all I can say is..thank &lt;strong&gt;DOG&lt;/strong&gt; for velcro! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585846712063250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2n5YFVRI/AAAAAAAABWQ/F3hACJnCT7Y/s320/lorenza3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I look ladylike? Am I sitting pwettily enuff for you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, where's my handbag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2oZYFVTI/AAAAAAAABWg/BSUEq4wUtmI/s1600-h/lorenza5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134585855301997874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2oZYFVTI/AAAAAAAABWg/BSUEq4wUtmI/s320/lorenza5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I love my dress. Thank you soooo much my friend. Please give your Mom and your Grandmama lotsa licks and kisses for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134586349223236930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G3FJYFVUI/AAAAAAAABWo/cQA_MJcJIKY/s320/lorenza6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a video of me checking out the package. It made really strange noises I tell ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bb05e1f20b4305d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb05e1f20b4305d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30E9BE7D3D73D1AEE19FB5E2966EE78B6479C36A.6AB1014E7A46F21585080772B3B0B7690E34A680%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb05e1f20b4305d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTlM3LOdxghutmDTcvNefzx5Quw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbb05e1f20b4305d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D30E9BE7D3D73D1AEE19FB5E2966EE78B6479C36A.6AB1014E7A46F21585080772B3B0B7690E34A680%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbb05e1f20b4305d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjTlM3LOdxghutmDTcvNefzx5Quw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl has a wonderful weekend and I am truly blessed with good friends like you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2306998678616322913?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bb05e1f20b4305d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2306998678616322913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2306998678616322913' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2306998678616322913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2306998678616322913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/muchas-gracias-lorenza.html' title='Muchas Gracias Lorenza!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/R0G2mpYFVPI/AAAAAAAABWA/nNcUVja1fts/s72-c/lorenza1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2787928735089169294</id><published>2007-11-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:33:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Ears?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2jwJYFVJI/AAAAAAAABVI/h__ggAdQowo/s1600-h/ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133439197818213522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2jwJYFVJI/AAAAAAAABVI/h__ggAdQowo/s320/ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hair has been getting very long lately and Mom's been complaining about the amount of time she needs to spend on grooming me after my weekly showers. My long ears (&amp;amp; hair) has been getting in my food bowl and so Mom has to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; before I start eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being a very good girl, I actually allow her to do that before I start on my meal. Ah, the things I have to do around here to get some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In case you are wondering what I was having for dinner, it's kibbles with eggs (topped with parsley + garlic powder + skin/coat supplement).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2787928735089169294?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2787928735089169294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2787928735089169294' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2787928735089169294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2787928735089169294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-ears.html' title='Long Ears?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rz2jwJYFVJI/AAAAAAAABVI/h__ggAdQowo/s72-c/ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7779782854940574239</id><published>2007-11-15T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T15:01:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's New Lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess you all know how much bad luck we have been having lately at my house. Dad decided to cheer himself up by buying a new camera lens. He should have just spent the money on me. Anyhoo, I understand the new lens cost a lot. Mom says it's more than enuff to get me never-ending toys and treats. This new lens is supposed to be good for taking close ups. Oh goodie, maybe now Dad can take more closeup piktures of me without getting too close. Well, you see, when Dad comes really close to me with his camera, I like to surprise him by pouncing on him! haha..and that really pisses him off cos he's worried that I'll end up licking his precious lens. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;*beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are a couple of shots taken with his new lens. He also bought some new remote control flash thingy and the stoopid flash of white blinding light *Oh my poor eyes!* appears from all over the places. Eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea why I look so orangey. I can assure you I have not gone for any artificial tanning sessions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367651317432722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6Mm_uQZI/AAAAAAAABTY/BNXE6lsSROQ/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's me staring soulfully into the lens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367655612400034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6M2_uQaI/AAAAAAAABTg/BYaHKjixo5Y/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how white my teeth are! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130367655612400050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6M2_uQbI/AAAAAAAABTo/Jjh7qgJcgdw/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom told me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lorenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; got her Auntie Claudia to send me something from China. We recieved the package and I can't wait to get it opened. Today, Mom went to the post office to pick up 3 parcels. One for Dad, one for herself and one for me! How cool is that? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to count the hours till the hoomans get back home. In the mean time, have a great weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7779782854940574239?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7779782854940574239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7779782854940574239' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7779782854940574239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7779782854940574239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/dads-new-lens.html' title='Dad&apos;s New Lens'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK6Mm_uQZI/AAAAAAAABTY/BNXE6lsSROQ/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6185897813202349489</id><published>2007-11-11T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:02:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear frenz &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can assure you that my Dad doesn't have a fetish for cats. I have reminded him that he is my pawsonal pawparazi and he needs to focus his attention on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*only*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I think he appreciates the gentle reminder - you know how gentle and tactful I can be don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of nights ago, my hoomans captured a video of me doing this! I can't tell you exactly what I'm doing or else I'll have to silence you. heh heh... PS : Yes, that thumping sound is my tail wagging against the door and floor. Did you notice my Mom sneaking around in the background? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a6e59027a8b9eebd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6e59027a8b9eebd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CC188933A5C266B7478F4C4867934872A90BAC3.196F235187A5EE10A46153E25C9AECB28108640C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e59027a8b9eebd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUCHQ5Tee0MlEPwRSQU8-z5kxiI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da6e59027a8b9eebd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CC188933A5C266B7478F4C4867934872A90BAC3.196F235187A5EE10A46153E25C9AECB28108640C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da6e59027a8b9eebd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDUCHQ5Tee0MlEPwRSQU8-z5kxiI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a side note, have you ever tried digging and sniffing one particular spot in your house non-stop? You do it so often that the scratching irritates the crap out of your hoomans and the floor is icky with your drool (from the licking and wet nose of course!)? I have been doing that at one spot in my kitchen and it's driving my Mom nuts! Once again, I can't tell you what I'm digging for okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, have a safe trip and enjoy yourself Eil Jie Jie! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6185897813202349489?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a6e59027a8b9eebd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6185897813202349489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6185897813202349489' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6185897813202349489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6185897813202349489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-heck-am-i-doing.html' title='What the heck am I doing?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5194958055043465033</id><published>2007-11-06T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:47:59.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pikture Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and realised he met a Peeping Tom during one of his walkies. Imagine my horror when I came across &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; among my Dad's piktures which he took a couple of days ago when we went out for a walk. Do you think he was peeping at me too? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK7b2_uQeI/AAAAAAAABUA/IjdLA4Q6pms/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK7b2_uQeI/AAAAAAAABUA/IjdLA4Q6pms/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130369012822065634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-5194958055043465033?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5194958055043465033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5194958055043465033' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5194958055043465033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5194958055043465033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/random-pikture-madness.html' title='Random Pikture Madness'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RzK7b2_uQeI/AAAAAAAABUA/IjdLA4Q6pms/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8641130198046159138</id><published>2007-11-04T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T15:48:16.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Balboa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is another long overdue post. ARGH! I wanted so much to share with you what my buddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://balboabulldog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Balboa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sent to me a couple of weeks back. I received a packet of Newman's Own Organic Peanut Butter kookies and a gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ball. Now, we all know how much he loves his balls (no pun intended! This is a family blog okay??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQJUjrsCLI/AAAAAAAABSc/uhEhV9Oxl60/s1600-h/Balboa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126232524634982578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQJUjrsCLI/AAAAAAAABSc/uhEhV9Oxl60/s320/Balboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is no ordinary ball. It's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;. I know it doesn't look &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*that*&lt;/span&gt; big beside the packet of kookies but it's big for sure. I can't even put it in my mouth! LOL!! Dad says it squeaks really loud and he doesn't allow me to play with it at night. Mom says the I make enuff noise with the ball to tear the house down. Boom Boom Shake Shake the Room! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQJUzrsCMI/AAAAAAAABSk/yWqtxn7ospI/s1600-h/Ball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126232528929949890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQJUzrsCMI/AAAAAAAABSk/yWqtxn7ospI/s320/Ball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I leave you with two great videos of myself with my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ball. What a great gift! :) Thank you so much my friend!! I have been spending hours playing football with my Mom. I am the goalie and Mom's the striker. I could try to show you what football is like in my house except Mom doesn't have enough hands to hold the camera and play with me. 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Now, who wants to play football with me? :) &lt;a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wally&lt;/a&gt;, may I join your football team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8641130198046159138?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2383fca50520bbdf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=48a8e2f8da6e2ae9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8641130198046159138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8641130198046159138' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8641130198046159138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8641130198046159138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-balboa.html' title='Thanks Balboa!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQJUjrsCLI/AAAAAAAABSc/uhEhV9Oxl60/s72-c/Balboa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3201320377815292325</id><published>2007-10-31T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:21:53.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! BOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't figure what's a good Halloween costume so I decided to go as myself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOO! Be afriad...be very very afriad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : Mom's so afriad she had to hold me down. heh heh...What a wimp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQRJzrsCSI/AAAAAAAABTQ/kzUq5RdTorE/s1600-h/boo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126241127454476562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQRJTrsCRI/AAAAAAAABTI/a-FxNz4Y_dE/s320/boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQRJzrsCSI/AAAAAAAABTQ/kzUq5RdTorE/s1600-h/boo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126241136044411170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQRJzrsCSI/AAAAAAAABTQ/kzUq5RdTorE/s320/boo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-3201320377815292325?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3201320377815292325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3201320377815292325' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3201320377815292325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3201320377815292325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween-boo.html' title='Happy Halloween! BOO!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQRJTrsCRI/AAAAAAAABTI/a-FxNz4Y_dE/s72-c/boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7076477195256903953</id><published>2007-10-29T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:33:30.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Chilling.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQQrTrsCPI/AAAAAAAABS8/mBrV41AFtcU/s1600-h/chill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126240612058401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQQrTrsCPI/AAAAAAAABS8/mBrV41AFtcU/s320/chill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a nice weekend just chilling out. :) How about you? Did you have fun at your Halloween Bash? The hoomans actually felt well enough to bring me for a short walk. Okay, so it was just around the neighbourhood but hey I'm not complaining!! Afterall, the last time I had a chance to leave the house was like more than a &lt;strong&gt;MONTH&lt;/strong&gt; ago. Can you believe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126240603468466402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQQqzrsCOI/AAAAAAAABS0/BVr3ysHVekk/s320/chill3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am totally hooked on Lamb Ears and those Flossies chews I tell ya. I made Mom order more Lamb Ears for me. She's still quite undecided about those Bully Sticks. What we want to know is..are Bully Sticks really stinky (&amp;amp; sticky) after we chew them? Cos we came across some Bully Sticks that claim to be Odor Free. That made Mom panic a little cos she figured out they probably stink a lot and smell gross after chewing (YES YES YES!!!). So we want to know is that true. No, not really we but Mom only. I don't care if they stink and in fact, I think they should stink! hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126240599173499090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQQqjrsCNI/AAAAAAAABSs/c2pv867gl1U/s320/chill2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also want to tell my dear friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://republicofgooberstan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (he's busy leading a super chaotic life with his new sissy Stella right now) to take a little time out to CHILL okay? Have you gotten your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attire ready for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ikeslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.adayinthelifeofmartha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Martha&lt;/a&gt;'s wedding too? I need to go look for something decent to wear or at least bring something for them. Wish me luck! I could bring my &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; nylobone erm..except Mom has thrown it away. Shucks, I thought I could spread the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and share it with everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl (yes you too, if you want a little lick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-7076477195256903953?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7076477195256903953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7076477195256903953' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7076477195256903953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7076477195256903953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-chilling.html' title='Just Chilling.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RyQQrTrsCPI/AAAAAAAABS8/mBrV41AFtcU/s72-c/chill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8891173151482181308</id><published>2007-10-26T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:52:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a crazy crazy crazy time at my home. I'm afriad I can't make it for the Halloween Pawty this weekend too. Yikes....I haven't had time to post since last week simply cos Dad was hospitalised! *gasp* Yes, he was! That happened on early Wednesday morning. Anyhoo, I'm not going to post any more depressing news. All I have to say is..he's ok now and ready to get back to work on Monday. Mom has also gone back to work and she told me she's going to meet Eil &amp;amp; maybe Huskee's Maid this week for lunch. Now, that's some good news to look forward to don't you think? :) Hmm...I wonder what they'll be having for lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to share about this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Princess Bone I have been working on lately. It's my first attempt working on a nylonbone. Before that, I could never imagine how fun gnawing on a plastic bone was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFqgyWeZI/AAAAAAAABR0/yfwnBRsVIm4/s1600-h/princess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFqgyWeZI/AAAAAAAABR0/yfwnBRsVIm4/s320/princess1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121021216699087250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something about this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bone that just induces me to want to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFqwyWeaI/AAAAAAAABR8/S2WBMj5eDpU/s1600-h/princess2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFqwyWeaI/AAAAAAAABR8/S2WBMj5eDpU/s320/princess2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121021220994054562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your jaws will definately get a very good workout after this. I never felt so tired before! LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrAyWecI/AAAAAAAABSM/73n_DzE4WDs/s1600-h/princess4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrAyWecI/AAAAAAAABSM/73n_DzE4WDs/s320/princess4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121021225289021890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, just in case you miss my face....hehe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrAyWebI/AAAAAAAABSE/h9tG1reE9cY/s1600-h/princess3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrAyWebI/AAAAAAAABSE/h9tG1reE9cY/s320/princess3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121021225289021874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The end product. Mom says I'm a horrible chewer. Is that so? I thought I did a pretty decent job. Anyhoo, she took it away saying those plastic bits will cause me to have a tummy upset. What a pawty pooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrQyWedI/AAAAAAAABSU/j1fgtn8blyw/s1600-h/princess+bone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFrQyWedI/AAAAAAAABSU/j1fgtn8blyw/s320/princess+bone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121021229583989202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Her Princess Bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-80af7399d82978f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D080af7399d82978f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E99A16EE1C3697656F7BF2CFDC80E806A25004.76045F636AE48D7C1377802030A495582B2FBE25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80af7399d82978f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvl5GdwySTpsMJfPX_znwqj0bmjo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D080af7399d82978f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E99A16EE1C3697656F7BF2CFDC80E806A25004.76045F636AE48D7C1377802030A495582B2FBE25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D80af7399d82978f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvl5GdwySTpsMJfPX_znwqj0bmjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to relax a little and enjoy my weekend!! I hope you guys have lotsa fun at the Halloween Pawty. :)&lt;/span&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/31440675-8891173151482181308?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=80af7399d82978f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8891173151482181308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8891173151482181308' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8891173151482181308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8891173151482181308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/princess-bone.html' title='Princess Bone'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGFqgyWeZI/AAAAAAAABR0/yfwnBRsVIm4/s72-c/princess1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3212826292018529148</id><published>2007-10-20T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:43:32.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really need to apologize for the recent lack of posts. I had thought that I'd have a more exciting weekend or news to update everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl today unfortunately, it turned out to be another one of those bad luck days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Mom had lost her voice since Friday. I have been helping her to look for her voice but I can't seem to find it. If you happen to see it around, do let me know okay? She's a scatterbrain and totally have no idea where she left her voice. :( Anyhoo, I can't quite understand what she's trying to tell me with those frantic actions and mouth movements cos I don't do sign language nor lip read. I mean I would if sign language or lip reading were taught in dog school. Then again, I have never been to dog school...I digress. And just when I am busy dealing with my Mom losing her voice (it gets kinda quiet without her going Luckie this &amp;amp; Luckie that!), Dad became sick too?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Early this morning around 3am (yes, I have to be very precise!), I was rudely awaken by my Mom when she switched on the kitchen lights to get medicine for Dad. Apparently, Dad had some bad food yesterday, that resulted in a very, very bad case of vomiting non stop &amp;amp; watery stools. *gross* He was moaning really scarily and was in a bad shape. You would be in pain if you kept doing that every 10 mins too! I wonder if he ate bugs or I dunno perhaps those stuffs we are not supposed to eat when our hoomans tell us to LEAVE IT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hoomans waited till this morning to visit the hooman vet who gave my Dad a injection *ouchie*. It's supposed to stop the watery stools &amp;amp; vomiting. It seemed to work for a couple of hours and then the whole darn thing started again! Mom told me she had to bring Dad in to the emergency unit at the hospital cos he was becoming very dehydrated. I wish I could accompany Mom along cos it was bad enuff she lost her voice so how was she going to tell the vet what's wrong with Dad? Maybe the vet at the hospital understood sign language and could lip read? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad had more pokies by the vet. :( He also had a blood test done to check if there was any virus. They also gave him 3 packets of water or something....I dunno why they had to give him water when there's tons of water at home. Anyhoo, the blood test was okay. Thankfully, he didn't need to be warded and is now sleeping at home. Mom said I had to be quiet cos he needs to rest. Gee, I hope he gets well soon. I guess I'll head off to bed now too. What else can I do? *sigh* The only good that came out of today was...Mom didn't have time to give me a shower! hehehe...but then again, she said she'll do that tomorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, if you happen to see good luck around, I guess I would like some for my hoomans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS : Luckie's Mom - The doctor said I had some voice box infection so basically, I sound like crap! But it's under control with medication now. No worries. Luckie's Dad is also recovering but I guess he's going to be losing a couple of pounds after this unlucky incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/31440675-3212826292018529148?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3212826292018529148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3212826292018529148' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3212826292018529148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3212826292018529148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2956334286849337292</id><published>2007-10-16T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:17:35.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom ordered some goodies from Ebay for me a couple of weeks ago and it finally arrived! :) She was very grumpy cos she had to queue at the post office for a long time just to collect the parcel. It was just too big for my teeny mail box. Seriously, what's a little sacrifice for me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*grumble grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's my loot of goodies. A couple of tender lamb ears for me to enjoy. They were indeed very tender and one piece certainly did not last long with me. hehe..I just wish she ordered MORE!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXwyWeWI/AAAAAAAABRc/hLw8ajFVzIM/s1600-h/Lamb+ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXwyWeWI/AAAAAAAABRc/hLw8ajFVzIM/s320/Lamb+ears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121019795064912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also ordered some flossies spiral chews. These were awesome too.  A tad bit tougher than the lamb ears but it gave me a good jaw workout. Maybe she can get me those giant size flossies the next round. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : Gosh, you are such a glutton. There is no NEXT TIME until you are done with these first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXgyWeVI/AAAAAAAABRU/_sgkEag0yGI/s1600-h/flossies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXgyWeVI/AAAAAAAABRU/_sgkEag0yGI/s320/flossies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121019790769944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out these turkey patties!! Unfortunately, I did not get a whole piece at one go. Mom has broken them into teeny weeny pieces. She says it's for my own good so I have to listen to her. I think the true reason is because these patties were kinda oily and she didn't want me to dirty her floor or my paws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXwyWeXI/AAAAAAAABRk/h4CDoKm2_Co/s1600-h/turkey+patties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXwyWeXI/AAAAAAAABRk/h4CDoKm2_Co/s320/turkey+patties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121019795064912242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too bad there were no bully stixs inside the package. I had reminded her to include some but she said they were gross?!? She doesn't know how to appreciate good food. ARGH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also had a nasty surprise waiting for us. Yucks! Thank dog, Mom checked everything before storing them away. Now, that's what I call GROSS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEYAyWeYI/AAAAAAAABRs/O1Xzo4WxVRA/s1600-h/yucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEYAyWeYI/AAAAAAAABRs/O1Xzo4WxVRA/s320/yucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121019799359879554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2956334286849337292?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2956334286849337292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2956334286849337292' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2956334286849337292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2956334286849337292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodies.html' title='Goodies'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RxGEXwyWeWI/AAAAAAAABRc/hLw8ajFVzIM/s72-c/Lamb+ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-40428263960646444</id><published>2007-10-12T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:45:42.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cow - Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hear ya'all saying you miss looking at my face. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That's just too sweet. Since Mom isn't able to spend as much time as she like with me lately, she makes it up by making sure I get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUALITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time and not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time with her. Dad has been a good buddy too keeping me company while Mom's busy doing the chores. Poor hoomans, they have been so tired shuttling between home and the hospital where Mom's Granddad is staying right now. We have no idea when he can be discharged yet as he's still going through some tests but we will continue to pray for his recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving on, I'll like to introduce you to my pal, Mr Cow. He was given to me by Huskee's Maid a while ago. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110814891308303922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DEL01RjI/AAAAAAAABMs/2N7gHK584BU/s320/co1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how nice and clean he looks. hehehe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*for now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110814895603271234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DEb01RkI/AAAAAAAABM0/SWU_UgxB93k/s320/co2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's me telling Mr Cow not to be afriad of the opawration. It wouldn't hurt at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110814899898238578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DEr01RnI/AAAAAAAABNM/fCho1K5fRDM/s320/co5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need you to relax and lean back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110815157596276354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DTr01RoI/AAAAAAAABNU/OgnjtVV03VU/s320/co6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me hear your heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110815157596276370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DTr01RpI/AAAAAAAABNc/GM28UaCuzKg/s320/co7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, it's easier to work in a place with good lighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110815157596276386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DTr01RqI/AAAAAAAABNk/EfzIe-RTm7c/s320/co8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huh, did you say something? Is the sun too glaring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DT701RrI/AAAAAAAABNs/7N7CEqcAGnY/s1600-h/co9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110815161891243698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DT701RrI/AAAAAAAABNs/7N7CEqcAGnY/s320/co9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me check your blood pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DT701RsI/AAAAAAAABN0/Q8BNbgSORHo/s1600-h/co10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110815161891243714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DT701RsI/AAAAAAAABN0/Q8BNbgSORHo/s320/co10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I leave you with a video clip of myself bonding with Mr Cow. :) Have a good weekend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Mr Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KCbjrXe5VmA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-40428263960646444?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acce50c9a9c71ff5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/40428263960646444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=40428263960646444' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/40428263960646444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/40428263960646444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-cow-before.html' title='Mr Cow - Before'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1DEL01RjI/AAAAAAAABMs/2N7gHK584BU/s72-c/co1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5636781024486848489</id><published>2007-10-09T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:42:05.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cow - After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How has your week been coming along? :) I just had to take some time to show you my latest opawration. I have some pre-opawration piktures but that'd be saved for another blog entry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to focus more on Mr Cow's face and opawrated on his juicy snout. That kinda resulted in Mr Cow having a big hole in his face. Mom, being Mrs Smarty-Pants, decided that she could fill up Mr Cow's face with my squeaky red ball. Darn, I love those cutie heart underpants so much. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOL! LOL! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117843421936384322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwY7egyWeUI/AAAAAAAABRM/M4N3hg-Anps/s320/cow1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, and this is her new creation. She really has too much time on her hands huh? Anyhoo, Mom ordered from treats from Ebay for me!! She said she will pick them up from the post office and I sure hope I get my paws on those goodies soon. Hmm..I wonder if she ordered Bully Stixs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117843421936384306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwY7egyWeTI/AAAAAAAABRE/dsV-d1cajXU/s320/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-5636781024486848489?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5636781024486848489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5636781024486848489' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5636781024486848489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5636781024486848489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-cow-after.html' title='Mr Cow - After'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwY7egyWeUI/AAAAAAAABRM/M4N3hg-Anps/s72-c/cow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6786630879056385058</id><published>2007-10-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:22:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressie from Goober-Stan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A wonderful surprise came in the mail today! Yes, it was from my dear pal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://republicofgooberstan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stanley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who mailed the pressie all the way from faraway Gooberstan. I didn't know Gooberstan was so near to Singapaw. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a while since I received anything in the mail. Perhaps Mom felt that I have been neglected lately so she actually let me open my pressie on the very same day I received it! Good grief, I thought I must have been dreaming when she said let's see what you got today. I was like today? Now? Here? HUH HUH HUH?!? *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;running around in circles&lt;/span&gt;* I think you can imagine how excited I was! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stanley wrote me a wonderful letter and included gifts too! There was a stuffy toy for me to work on cos he was probably worried my opawration skills were getting rusty lately. He also included a nice chewy rubbery bone. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxgyWeLI/AAAAAAAABQE/XM5sb21fT8c/s1600-h/stan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxgyWeLI/AAAAAAAABQE/XM5sb21fT8c/s320/stan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117832753237620914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out the yummylicious snozzles treat! Mom had wanted to get me one of those but Merrick's treats have been discontinued in Singapaw. :( It's a pig snout! I bet it's not as juicy as Stanley's nose. hehe Mom says she'll let me try the treat soon. I wonder if that means like right NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeNI/AAAAAAAABQU/cqLNBh0fniE/s1600-h/stan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeNI/AAAAAAAABQU/cqLNBh0fniE/s320/stan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117832757532588242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made Mom put the magnet next to my pikture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeMI/AAAAAAAABQM/zT-MaqT6Obg/s1600-h/stan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeMI/AAAAAAAABQM/zT-MaqT6Obg/s320/stan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117832757532588226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I started to work on my new stuffie! heh heh... I had to post these piktures cos I think it has been way too long since you last saw my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYyCgyWeQI/AAAAAAAABQs/iADWBj-KcPU/s1600-h/stan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYyCgyWeQI/AAAAAAAABQs/iADWBj-KcPU/s320/stan5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117833045295397122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was pretty sure Stanley has left his smell on my new stuffie toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYyCgyWeRI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ofKftUBGlzA/s1600-h/stan6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYyCgyWeRI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ofKftUBGlzA/s320/stan6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117833045295397138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I promise to be gentle...... Anyhoo, not too sure if you can see the child gate beside me? Can you see those teeth marks left behind by me? I had lotsa fun chewing and gnawing on the gate when I was younger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeOI/AAAAAAAABQc/OluVR6QTO6Q/s1600-h/stan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWeOI/AAAAAAAABQc/OluVR6QTO6Q/s320/stan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117832757532588258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave me alone Mom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWePI/AAAAAAAABQk/isZ3RuXYd_A/s1600-h/stan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxwyWePI/AAAAAAAABQk/isZ3RuXYd_A/s320/stan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117832757532588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As always, last one for the road. Watch me squeak my new toy. :) Thanks Stanley!! You are the greaterest pal anydog could have. Xie Xie Ni! Your pressie brought much needed smile and cheer to me (&amp;amp; Mom).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3RNozuksOM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/31440675-6786630879056385058?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6786630879056385058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6786630879056385058' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6786630879056385058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6786630879056385058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/pressie-from-goober-stan.html' title='Pressie from Goober-Stan!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RwYxxgyWeLI/AAAAAAAABQE/XM5sb21fT8c/s72-c/stan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3819198063448220808</id><published>2007-10-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:42:57.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Potato Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtrErwnQtVI/AAAAAAAABK8/TCTQaDUls6c/s1600-h/RopeTreats.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had wanted to share about this yummy new treat Mom bought for me a while ago. It's a sweet potato snack. Check out how cute the teeny weeny sweet potato looks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was certainly the most yummylicious snack cos Mom had to keep it in the fridge once it was opened. :) And I love COLD goodies!! I would love to share them with you..erm..if only there was some left. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmN_gnQtRI/AAAAAAAABKc/fE3xx113uMk/s1600-h/Sweet+Potato+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105267774827050258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmN_gnQtRI/AAAAAAAABKc/fE3xx113uMk/s320/Sweet+Potato+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : Thank you for all your kind words and thoughts. It has been a tough time at home but we are doing ok. Rest assure I will give Mom (&amp;amp; Dad) lotsa LICKS and LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-3819198063448220808?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3819198063448220808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3819198063448220808' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3819198063448220808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3819198063448220808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-potato-treats.html' title='Sweet Potato Treats'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmN_gnQtRI/AAAAAAAABKc/fE3xx113uMk/s72-c/Sweet+Potato+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6976289973896887406</id><published>2007-09-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:21:07.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Good Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you for all your well wishes and kind thoughts for Mom's grandfather. He is still in hospital and Mom has really been busy visiting and helping out her family. One of Mom's uncles also just passed away last Friday and so everyone at home has been very busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That also means that my hoomans have less time for me but it's ok...I understand. I am afterall part of the family too. I have been doing my part and being a very good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What makes Mom happy with me? This! Making sure I do not make a big mess and being a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113006124824950802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUL-wyWeBI/AAAAAAAABO0/hUwSLt_p7Y0/s320/good+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I may not have time to blog as often or check out your blogs (much less find time to comment) but I am still around. I also received a note from the post office saying that there's a package for me - Luckie Girl! I will make sure Mom remembers to pick that up. Have a good week ahead my frenz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6976289973896887406?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6976289973896887406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6976289973896887406' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6976289973896887406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6976289973896887406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-good-girl.html' title='Being a Good Girl'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUL-wyWeBI/AAAAAAAABO0/hUwSLt_p7Y0/s72-c/good+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2354127960267011596</id><published>2007-09-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:01:17.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New vs Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember I blogged about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/06/shhhlet-me-tell-you-little-secret.html"&gt;Mom's office&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a while ago? Well, Mom's office had to move to another location and she has been really busy. Did I mention that she used to have such a great view everyday? I guess she must have taken it for granted and now that she is no longer getting such a wonderful view daily (she used to have a cubicle by the window), she sure misses that a lot. I made sure she snapped some piktures to share with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOKAyWeHI/AAAAAAAABPk/1gjLpZAx2XU/s1600-h/wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008517121734770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOKAyWeHI/AAAAAAAABPk/1gjLpZAx2XU/s320/wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see that big Faris wheel? Yup, over the past 2 years, she saw it being built bit by bit! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUN_wyWeDI/AAAAAAAABPE/NHBOsvGdhy0/s1600-h/east.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008341028075570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUN_wyWeDI/AAAAAAAABPE/NHBOsvGdhy0/s320/east.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a view of the East of Singapore. Those orange buildings in the centre are some private apartments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAAyWeEI/AAAAAAAABPM/MJFmFbDhTHY/s1600-h/expressway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008345323042882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAAyWeEI/AAAAAAAABPM/MJFmFbDhTHY/s320/expressway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out the long expressway!! I love looking at all the greenery. There's also a golf course at the right hand side of the pikture. Can you find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUN_gyWeCI/AAAAAAAABO8/IqSI-5YRd8w/s1600-h/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008336733108258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUN_gyWeCI/AAAAAAAABO8/IqSI-5YRd8w/s320/city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More tall buildings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAQyWeGI/AAAAAAAABPc/duYtsabikJg/s1600-h/town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008349618010210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAQyWeGI/AAAAAAAABPc/duYtsabikJg/s320/town.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a view of the city. That tallest building in the pikture happens to be a hotel. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAQyWeFI/AAAAAAAABPU/ft184opkiMs/s1600-h/suntec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008349618010194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOAQyWeFI/AAAAAAAABPU/ft184opkiMs/s320/suntec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the famous FengShui Fountain of Wealth at Suntec City. Can you see the cars going around the roundabout? The buildings are the corners are all office towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good bye Suntec City! Hello to New Office! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOKQyWeII/AAAAAAAABPs/hOr3TjQEQSA/s1600-h/table1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008521416702082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOKQyWeII/AAAAAAAABPs/hOr3TjQEQSA/s320/table1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is Mom's new cubicle. I wonder how her A Double SS is going to fit into that small chair. *sniggle sniggle* Unfortunately, there isn't much of a view anymore. I will blog about her new office location soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOLAyWeJI/AAAAAAAABP0/OM9PeMAugLo/s1600-h/pantry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008534301603986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOLAyWeJI/AAAAAAAABP0/OM9PeMAugLo/s320/pantry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is her new office pantry. There are supposed to be tables and chairs around but it's not ready yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOLAyWeKI/AAAAAAAABP8/q7WXUeJ-tlQ/s1600-h/pantry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113008534301604002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOLAyWeKI/AAAAAAAABP8/q7WXUeJ-tlQ/s320/pantry2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another view of her office pantry. I guess she's going to spend a lot of time here cos her new office is located in a place where it's super duper crowded and hot to lunch outside during lunch time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the piktures. Mom has been worried about her grandfather who is in hospital now. I haven't had a chance to meet him but I heard from Mom he's very OLD. :( Why do we all have to grow old?  *sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2354127960267011596?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2354127960267011596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2354127960267011596' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2354127960267011596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2354127960267011596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-vs-old.html' title='New vs Old'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUOKAyWeHI/AAAAAAAABPk/1gjLpZAx2XU/s72-c/wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5349923834794576112</id><published>2007-09-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:31:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Barkday to Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is my Mom's barkday and I have been busy helping her celebrate!! :) It also happens to be the very same day her office is relocating to another location and so there's like many things going on at the same time. I made Mom snap some piktures of her own office (the view is incredible!!) and some of her new office too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In any case, Mom's colleagues were really nice and decided to get her a barkday pressie. The only special thing about her pressie is......there's nothing inside that she can use or have fun with. har har har.... Yup, her colleagues know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I am to her and they decided to get something for me instead. How thoughtful of them eh? It's quite obvious who's the pawpular one in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out my loot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*WOOT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lotsa chews to keep me busy busy busy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJQwyWd7I/AAAAAAAABOE/0ctsaPvfiKA/s1600-h/chews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJQwyWd7I/AAAAAAAABOE/0ctsaPvfiKA/s320/chews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113003135527712690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They got me some toys......awesome huh? I can't wait to get my paws on them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJRAyWd-I/AAAAAAAABOc/R5yguiyKoMc/s1600-h/toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJRAyWd-I/AAAAAAAABOc/R5yguiyKoMc/s320/toys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113003139822680034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what? Eil and Huskee's Maid decided to surprise Mom with a pressie too! There was a lovely Precious Moment card with their well-wishes &amp;amp; two pawsonalised towels for Mom. Now Mom can get rid of her smelly towels at home. tee hee hee.. Mom loves the pressies a lot and says a big &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Eil &amp;amp; Huskee's Maid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJQwyWd8I/AAAAAAAABOM/KixyA1Tk_eI/s1600-h/Pressie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJQwyWd8I/AAAAAAAABOM/KixyA1Tk_eI/s320/Pressie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113003135527712706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They also included a nice soft toy for me. Huh? What do you mean it's not for me? It sure looks like me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJRAyWd9I/AAAAAAAABOU/LuLhrA3CZM4/s1600-h/Pressie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJRAyWd9I/AAAAAAAABOU/LuLhrA3CZM4/s320/Pressie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113003139822680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, this is my blog so I need to blog about myself of course. As promised, here's the 2nd video of me playing fetch in the lovely park (which I did not get to go today! ARGH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie Plays Fetch - Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bbb9b8184bc7ca90" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbb9b8184bc7ca90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA47490607D5DD394A2ED985E21299C694371278.7BF997FF5E1E38B0C868096210FE6A7686746F54%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbb9b8184bc7ca90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYJMQ1Z7gkVigRC29IDIjjPamnmk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbbb9b8184bc7ca90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA47490607D5DD394A2ED985E21299C694371278.7BF997FF5E1E38B0C868096210FE6A7686746F54%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbbb9b8184bc7ca90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYJMQ1Z7gkVigRC29IDIjjPamnmk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-5349923834794576112?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bbb9b8184bc7ca90&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5349923834794576112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5349923834794576112' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5349923834794576112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5349923834794576112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-barkday-to-mom.html' title='Happy Barkday to Mom!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RvUJQwyWd7I/AAAAAAAABOE/0ctsaPvfiKA/s72-c/chews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3797962186155151250</id><published>2007-09-19T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:09:49.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetch me a Stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom has been really busy lately (her office is shifting to a new location!) and I haven't had much time to blog too cos I have been spending as much quality time as I can with her to keep her mind off work. Ah, the sacrifices I have to make for her. I hope she appreciates it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, I did find some time to play fetch in the park!! Yes, it was the first time I tried playing fetch with a stick. I couldn't quite bring myself to bite the stick at first cos it looked kinda icky. I know I know, those sticks should taste really good right? Anyhoo, I managed to get over my initial apprehensiveness and take a big bite/lick of the stick. Oh my dog, it actually tasted quite good! hehe.... Then I started erm..gnawing and chewing, that got Mom quite upset cos she said the stick was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"dirty"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a video of me in action. Pardon my Mom's A Double SS blocking those great shots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! I know her A Double SS has that in your face kind of effect. I too had a shock when I saw them at first and was thinking to myself ~ whoa, we could screen a wide screen movie on them if she wears white. hahahaha... *checks to see if Mom's around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : I'd have loved to run around unleashed. But that's not allowed at the public park. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*sighz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-314b1ba73650523" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0314b1ba73650523%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1850ADE9B42E6A5B81458ACC9273393560892DC9.81F661699E87C3EF7895769DDB924965D4E3E7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D314b1ba73650523%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df_Q0dFrEyBRazfcOBO2jnqBuaoA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0314b1ba73650523%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331469750%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1850ADE9B42E6A5B81458ACC9273393560892DC9.81F661699E87C3EF7895769DDB924965D4E3E7ED%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D314b1ba73650523%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df_Q0dFrEyBRazfcOBO2jnqBuaoA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie Plays Fetch - Part 1 (I have Part 2 but uploading is taking so long. I promise to do that another day!!)&lt;/span&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/31440675-3797962186155151250?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=314b1ba73650523&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3797962186155151250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3797962186155151250' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3797962186155151250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3797962186155151250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/fetch-me-stick.html' title='Fetch me a Stick'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2095266965122011811</id><published>2007-09-15T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:44:13.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope your weekend has been super-duper fun! :) I only had time to go for my regular bi-monthly manicure &amp;amp; pawdicure session. Those nice groomer ladies tried putting two &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ribbons on my ears. Good grief, did they think I was Minnie Mouse or something? Anyhoo, I was not happy about that and I showed them how unhappy I was. Guess the ladies got what I was trying to tell them and cleverly removed it before things get nasty. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : She was using her paws to scratch the ribbons non stop and refused to walk. She just sat down and kept scratching &amp;amp; scratching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Working out has improved my stamina a lot and see how high I can jump now? No, it wasn't my flappy ears (I am not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DUMBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ELEPANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!) which helped me to FLY across those metal gratings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110824198502434514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1Lh701RtI/AAAAAAAABN8/VYkNxcMVDjI/s320/P7228466_0_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look Mom, no paws on the ground ~ Wheeeeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2095266965122011811?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2095266965122011811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2095266965122011811' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2095266965122011811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2095266965122011811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/action-shot.html' title='Action Shot'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ru1Lh701RtI/AAAAAAAABN8/VYkNxcMVDjI/s72-c/P7228466_0_43.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3410587624238447972</id><published>2007-09-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:41:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtrGTgnQtWI/AAAAAAAABLE/dSX88V6tJ-I/s1600-h/Dumbbell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105611166052300130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtrGTgnQtWI/AAAAAAAABLE/dSX88V6tJ-I/s320/Dumbbell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp; Girl Girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, I have been trying to get more exercise because my hoomans have commented that I look wider than usual. It doesn't help that they have been looking through my puppy piktures. Seriously, I was on the skinny side when I was younger so naturally with lots of tender loving care from my hoomans, I have been growing gradually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During my free time, I enjoy working out with my dumbbells. I started off with really light weights (yellow dumbbell) and have been working my way up to heavier weights. I wouldn't want to hurt myself by carrying too heavy dumbbells at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have progressed to the red dumbbell (note that it's 100kg) for the last few months and Mom thought it's time for me to push my limits! She gave me my newest pink dumbbell that weighs a freaking 500kg!!!! I did not waste any time and got down to training almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tJbmQ-UsLOo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phew, it's really not easy staying in shape. Mom!!!! I need a back rub &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...oh wait, please add on a belly rub too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS : Mom stopped the video recording cos she said the squeaky noise was driving her nuts. On a side note, I hope you guys enjoy the change of scenery cos I thought you might get bored looking at my kitchen all the time. LOL LOL!! I hope you appreciate that.&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/31440675-3410587624238447972?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3410587624238447972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3410587624238447972' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3410587624238447972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3410587624238447972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/working-out.html' title='Working Out'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtrGTgnQtWI/AAAAAAAABLE/dSX88V6tJ-I/s72-c/Dumbbell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3200792409861264202</id><published>2007-09-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:55:36.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Sept 2006 - Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How's your weekend coming along? I had a very busy weekend since the weather was great and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*finally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I get to go out for some fun in the sun! We went to the park on both days and I got to meet up with some doggies and hairless pups (as always they seem so intrigued by me.). I even got to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Yup, what a nice surprise cos we didn't plan to meet at all. The hoomans were too busy catching up so no piktures at my end. Perhaps Reina has some to show. :) It was also my very 1st anniversary since my hoomans brought me home. Hmmm...maybe that's why Mom was so nice to me and allowed me to roll and play in the grass!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One year ago, I arrived in Singapore on my own. Okay, so maybe I didn't like get onto an aeroplane on my own but yeah, I was on my own most of the time. At least for a good erm...8 to 10 hours from the time my breeder checked me in for the flight to Singapore till I cleared customs and finally got to meet my hoomans for the very first time. I remember blogging about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-so-long-ago.html"&gt;my puppy piktures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; when I first started my blog. Ahh, those were the good old days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prior to my arrival, my hoomans had been busy setting up my playpen and getting the necessities ready for me. They even prepared a night light and some smelly t-shirt (Dad's of course..I don't remember Mom wearing stinky t-shirts. Okay, Mom made me write that.) in case I get homesick. My hoomans brought me home in a carrier (yup, it was the same carrier which I arrived in Singapore with) and it was pouring really heavily that night. I felt right at home when they let me out to explore my new home (which was only the playpen at that time). Mom was worried they would face problems with my toilet training but I showed that I know exactly what a pee tray is for on my very first day. The look on their face was priceless. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first week was a bit strange and I didn't exactly bark much when they left for work but the nights were according to Mom "sheer torture". I have no idea what she's talking about. So I did whine a little but I thought I was being really discreet. Anyhoo, I stopped after a few days and Mom says I was relatively problem free and easy to handle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will share with you some early piktures of myself. Some were in fact taken on my 2nd day at home. Some of these piktures make me look really dorky but I have certainly grown up a lot since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235292285908354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY7wnQtYI/AAAAAAAABLU/zZ7cEg_9XvE/s320/P9230096_0_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look really small (DUH!!!) and unsure of the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235296580875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY8AnQtZI/AAAAAAAABLc/zDOnFrP88Jo/s320/P9230097_0_32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hair was really really SHORT too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235300875842978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY8QnQtaI/AAAAAAAABLk/TTFrymL7U-A/s320/P9230102_0_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be able to sit on Mom's lap like this but erm...my body's a bit too long for that now although she still tries to cuddle with me like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108381544512271858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuSd8wnQtfI/AAAAAAAABMM/YiE4sWlA9xw/s320/Luckie+080906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love to chew baby rawhides. Mom only gives me the smallest size to chew on. What a pawty pooper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108381548807239170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuSd9AnQtgI/AAAAAAAABMU/Bqn5OfkqiWQ/s320/Luckie160906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's me saying HI to Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108381553102206482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuSd9QnQthI/AAAAAAAABMc/u4hHFofYpUE/s320/Luckie2+160906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started my opawrations on Mr Bear at a very young &amp; tender age. This was one of the very first generation Mr Bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108381557397173794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuSd9gnQtiI/AAAAAAAABMk/3yXWQdrK6Tk/s320/PA281075a_Framed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love being hugged by Mom. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235545688978914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQZKgnQteI/AAAAAAAABME/XAZeCWYM2po/s320/P9240160_Crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuddle time with Mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235305170810290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY8gnQtbI/AAAAAAAABLs/PyjIPuqGTEU/s320/P9240138_0_43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMD, I can't believe that was me!! Was I cute or what? hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235313760744898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY9AnQtcI/AAAAAAAABL0/_EWErhF2k4w/s320/P9240144_0_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One last pikture for the road. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108235541394011602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQZKQnQtdI/AAAAAAAABL8/P-kqCOTGmsM/s320/P9240156_Crop_2_Crop3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These piktures bring back really sweet memories. I wish Mom was at home with me right now. I need a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{HUG}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully, Dad has some piktures of our fun weekend at the park so I can share them with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-3200792409861264202?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3200792409861264202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3200792409861264202' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3200792409861264202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3200792409861264202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/8th-sept-2006-home-sweet-home.html' title='8th Sept 2006 - Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RuQY7wnQtYI/AAAAAAAABLU/zZ7cEg_9XvE/s72-c/P9230096_0_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8473335512808722380</id><published>2007-09-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:07:28.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle Name Game....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been lazy again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rivsky-river.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tagged me to play The Middle Name Game and I never got down to doing it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*yet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So what exactly have I been doing? NOTHING!!!! :( The weather has been quite crazy in Singapore. It could be sunny one moment and it starts to rain out of the blue. My hoomans were already packing our stuff to bring me out last weekend. They take forever to get ready and when we finally stepped out of our house, it started to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;POUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! Boo hoo hoo..... I had to go back home and I certainly wasn't very happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, I digress once again. These things happen when you get bored out of your freaking mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://republicofgooberstan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wanted to know if I still opawrate on my bears. Actually, I have been working on them and I have also been working out with dumbbells. I have some recent completed opawrations to share and will hopefully do so &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my name : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luckie Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My surname is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That makes me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Luckie Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (sounds like Luckily eh? hehe). I guess that makes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my middle name then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G - Gorgeous vs Goofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I - Irresistible vs Irritating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R - Rambunctious vs Racy &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I couldn't figure out what Rambunctious meant, I thought they were some fruits like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rambutans"&gt;Rambutans&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106917102398256498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rt9qDAnQtXI/AAAAAAAABLM/krvJmTx9JWU/s320/240px-Rambutan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L - Loveable vs Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom says there are two sides to everything. Good vs Bad. Hence, you'll see two words describing two sides of me. Like Cool Cuz vs Bad Cuz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, moving on to some really random stuffs. Just wanted to share some stuffs we received from B Jie Jie (Huskee's Maid) &amp; Eil Jie Jie last month. Thank you soooo much!! I know these were received eons ago but I kept forgetting to upload the piktures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259730056786978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eMQnQtCI/AAAAAAAABIY/mPZ4G9Dald0/s320/Pressie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B Jie Jie gave this cutie dachsie to Mom for her handphone so Mom can carry it around everywhere she goes. I hope Mom doesn't start getting strange ideas of getting me a sweater to wear like that dachshie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259730056786994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eMQnQtDI/AAAAAAAABIg/rZiq1huLkG4/s320/pressie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They gave me a strawberry and a dognut!!! :) I hope they don't contain snow too. Sheesh. I'll certainly let you know if they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8473335512808722380?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8473335512808722380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8473335512808722380' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8473335512808722380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8473335512808722380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/middle-name-game.html' title='The Middle Name Game....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rt9qDAnQtXI/AAAAAAAABLM/krvJmTx9JWU/s72-c/240px-Rambutan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3131344892606028733</id><published>2007-09-03T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:34:37.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C is for Carrots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiya frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my vegetables so much that every time Mom prepares salad for her dinner. I'll make sure she remembers to share some with me by sticking close to her. She walks to the fridge, I follow her to the fridge. She goes to the sink, I follow her to the sink. She complains to Dad saying I practically become her shadow. Come on Mom! You know you like it...so why pretend you don't enjoy the extra attention from me? Carrots &amp; Broccoli are my all time favourites!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My auntie (Dad's sister) must have heard about my obsession with vegetables and she gave me a carrot! I have no idea why Mr Carrot looks so worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105263789097399394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKXgnQtGI/AAAAAAAABI4/nk995YyLyRk/s320/Mr+Carrot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does Mr Carrot look uber delectable? I couldn't wait to get started on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105265313810789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmLwQnQtLI/AAAAAAAABJg/ZNq0jioG5YY/s320/Carrot5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little love nibble never hurts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105263797687334034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKYAnQtJI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ILOyLPkSkX4/s320/Carrot3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me hold Mr Carrot tenderly between my paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105263789097399410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKXgnQtHI/AAAAAAAABJA/tYJ_trC3nlA/s320/Carrot1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm......smells so good....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105263793392366722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKXwnQtII/AAAAAAAABJI/0of9Wgg7amk/s320/Carrot2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yikes, just look at how badly this pikture is taken! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105265313810789570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmLwQnQtMI/AAAAAAAABJo/vGmgRj62Xvw/s320/Carrot6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you seen my nostrils up close? LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105263797687334050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKYAnQtKI/AAAAAAAABJY/qomOv_jZNno/s320/Carrot4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been some time since I pawformed any opawration. So I need to do warm up before I get down to bizz nezzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105265318105756882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmLwgnQtNI/AAAAAAAABJw/XRJcftlFIY0/s320/Carrot7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know carrots contained snow in them! He sure didn't taste like those baby carrots I get for dinner every night. Anyhoo, Mr Carrot didn't last more than 2 hours. I had expected a more challenging opawration. Shucks... I would suggest you guys check your carrots too. Maybe you'll find snow in them too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-3131344892606028733?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3131344892606028733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3131344892606028733' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3131344892606028733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3131344892606028733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/09/c-is-for-carrots.html' title='C is for Carrots...'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtmKXgnQtGI/AAAAAAAABI4/nk995YyLyRk/s72-c/Mr+Carrot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1755287274700906813</id><published>2007-08-30T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T08:50:53.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play Scattergories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tagged me to play a game called "Scattergories. Here's the rules of the game:- Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions. They must be real places, names, things ... nothing made up! If you can't think of anything, skip it. You CAN'T use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Famous Singer: Lindsay Lohan (Double Ls!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Four letter word: Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Street: Little Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Colour: Lime Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gifts/Presents: Lillies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Vehicle: Little Mini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Letter Opener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Boy Name: Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Girl Name: Lara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Movie Title: Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink: Low Fat Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Occupation: Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Celebrity: Lucy Liu (Another Double L!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Magazine: Linux Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. U.S. City: La Grande, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pro Sport: This one is tough. I don't know of any sports starting with L!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fruit: Lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Something You Throw Away: Leftover dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Things You Shout: Luckie!! (Okay, that's when Mom shouts for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Cartoon Character: Leonardo (One of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, finally I'm through with all the questions. hehe....Hope you are having a nice weekend! :)&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/31440675-1755287274700906813?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1755287274700906813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1755287274700906813' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1755287274700906813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1755287274700906813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-play-scattergories.html' title='Let&apos;s play Scattergories'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6105139382077626337</id><published>2007-08-29T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:48:38.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath of a Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every Sunday is Bath Day for me. I have no issues going into the shower and allowing Mom to give me a nice massage but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it when she lathers leave in conditioner on me after we get out of the bathroom. I also &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that noisy, hot gun she points at me. Sheesh, talk about the price I have to pay for beauty! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAgnQs9I/AAAAAAAABHw/6FPPpUKwPW8/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259528193323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAgnQs9I/AAAAAAAABHw/6FPPpUKwPW8/s320/day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAwnQs_I/AAAAAAAABIA/X7r-Pv0ReAg/s1600-h/day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259532488291314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAwnQs_I/AAAAAAAABIA/X7r-Pv0ReAg/s320/day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I get very moody and like to spend time pondering about why Mom enjoys torturing me with the hot air gun. Why can't I roll on the grass, or the carpet or even the couch after my shower? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : Let's see...maybe cos it defeats the reason of taking a shower and getting dirty right after that??&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAwnQtAI/AAAAAAAABII/vzsB0keNe7g/s1600-h/day3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259532488291330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAwnQtAI/AAAAAAAABII/vzsB0keNe7g/s320/day3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Are you spying on me, Mom? I can see you okay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eBAnQtBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZXmIVikXJlI/s1600-h/day4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102259536783258642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eBAnQtBI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ZXmIVikXJlI/s320/day4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yawn* I also get very sleepy.....zzz...baths are really tiring business....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6105139382077626337?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6105139382077626337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6105139382077626337' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6105139382077626337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6105139382077626337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-frenz-every-sunday-is-bath-day.html' title='The Aftermath of a Bath'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7eAgnQs9I/AAAAAAAABHw/6FPPpUKwPW8/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8630385589624674184</id><published>2007-08-27T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:16:16.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Handbag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My handbag has been going everywhere with me lately. So what's a little wear &amp; tear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102258935487837106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7deAnQs7I/AAAAAAAABHg/YoqBoBZXnTM/s320/purse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe there's some manufacturing default with the straps of the handbag. Just look at it! You guys know how gentle I am right? There's no way I could have done this. Afterall, I only opawrate on stuffies and not handbags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102258935487837122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7deAnQs8I/AAAAAAAABHo/U57adjIICUw/s320/purse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bummer. Now what am I going to carry when I have a date? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8630385589624674184?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8630385589624674184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8630385589624674184' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8630385589624674184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8630385589624674184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-handbag.html' title='I Love My Handbag'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7deAnQs7I/AAAAAAAABHg/YoqBoBZXnTM/s72-c/purse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7640785374781333635</id><published>2007-08-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:17:41.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Dear Casper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a lovely surprise in the mail from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://casperddog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Casper D Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; yesterday. This was soooo unexpected and we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*love*&lt;/span&gt; that magnet so much. Mom says she'll bring it to work and put it at her work station cos it makes her smile just looking at your smiley face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7dDwnQs6I/AAAAAAAABHY/9PXvLLSdaos/s1600-h/casper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7dDwnQs6I/AAAAAAAABHY/9PXvLLSdaos/s320/casper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102258484516271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://casperddog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Casper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;! We hope you are feeling better and can play all day long soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know many of you really wanted to know if the boyz turned up for our date and what actually happened on our date. But a lady never kisses &amp; tells. Oopsie....there was no kissing involved okay?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtBDDwnQtFI/AAAAAAAABIw/wGoevidg49U/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtBDDwnQtFI/AAAAAAAABIw/wGoevidg49U/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102652109679014994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a side note, the hoomans promised to bring me out today if the weather was good. Guess what? The weather was wonderful but instead of bringing me out, they left me at home and adopted this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtBCoQnQtEI/AAAAAAAABIo/0hMhSpLHvIg/s1600-h/mac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RtBCoQnQtEI/AAAAAAAABIo/0hMhSpLHvIg/s320/mac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102651637232612418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, our family has this crazy thing about apples going on. I mean I love eating them and my hoomans love collecting them. So everydog &amp; Girl Girl, raise your paws and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to Mr MacBook who now joins his frenz Mr Ipod (He's the old man, still working very hard for Dad, being one of the 1st few generation Ipods. The sales person at the shop told Dad Mr Ipod's resale value is pathetic and he would be better off in an old age home aka retired. Poor Dad. Now he thinks he needs Mr I-Mac for company!), Miss Nano (She's pretty young with nice fair aka white skin and belongs to Mom) &amp; Little Miss Shuffle (Not too sure where she came from! Must have followed her frenz home.) I hope your hoomans are are not as crazy as mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&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/31440675-7640785374781333635?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7640785374781333635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7640785374781333635' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7640785374781333635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7640785374781333635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-dear-casper.html' title='Thank You Dear Casper'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rs7dDwnQs6I/AAAAAAAABHY/9PXvLLSdaos/s72-c/casper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2889657493425377828</id><published>2007-08-22T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:20:49.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going on a Date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sent me a lovely ribbon necklace recently and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; gave me a handbag. Did I mention he also asked me for a date? So I have been really busy preparing for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BIG DATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh yes, &lt;a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tad&lt;/a&gt; seems a bit jealous so I think I'll have a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; date with them instead. Yup, only me with two of them that makes it a double date right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I put on my necklace and I have my trusty handbag with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbxwnQs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/Uj5Y50oWvo8/s1600-h/lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131175860155234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbxwnQs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/Uj5Y50oWvo8/s320/lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's me waiting for the boys to come pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyAnQs3I/AAAAAAAABHA/4A1_rvVSRRk/s1600-h/lady1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131180155122546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyAnQs3I/AAAAAAAABHA/4A1_rvVSRRk/s320/lady1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What's taking them so long? Bummer. I'm getting kinda sleepy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyQnQs4I/AAAAAAAABHI/p-y7xuX0RpE/s1600-h/lady2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131184450089858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyQnQs4I/AAAAAAAABHI/p-y7xuX0RpE/s320/lady2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Since I had time to spare, I decide to indulge in my version of roaching! Totally inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who shared with us the art of roaching and by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://republicofgooberstan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s recent post on how to refresh oneself by roaching. Okay, so I'm not surrounded by lush green grass but roaching can be done anywhere, anytime! Indoors or outdoors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyQnQs5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/YdUBKUTu5Gk/s1600-h/lady3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131184450089874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbyQnQs5I/AAAAAAAABHQ/YdUBKUTu5Gk/s320/lady3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a video of me when Mom passed me my handbag for my date. Yeah, my mom borrowed my handbag for work. heh heh....I can't bear to say no to her so she has been using it. LOL! I hope her colleagues like my bag more than those fugly bags Mom carries around usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGiNkumIzmM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised usually movies come with outakes at the end. This was what really happened behind the scenes. I must say I wasn't very impressed when I had to put on my necklace again without any kookies as distraction. This is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; face I show Mom when I am pissed off with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbxgnQs1I/AAAAAAAABGw/epXv99dezcQ/s1600-h/behind+the+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101131171565187922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbxgnQs1I/AAAAAAAABGw/epXv99dezcQ/s320/behind+the+scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shucks, I hope I didn't scare the boys off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2889657493425377828?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2889657493425377828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2889657493425377828' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2889657493425377828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2889657493425377828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-on-date.html' title='I&apos;m going on a Date!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsrbxwnQs2I/AAAAAAAABG4/Uj5Y50oWvo8/s72-c/lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6439571042699357184</id><published>2007-08-19T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:17:43.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dachshunds are Big Dogs in Small Packages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a gloomy weekend in Singapore and I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*stuck*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at home. I have been home bound for 2 whole weeks now. This is not acceptable...but I guess since my hoomans are also stuck at home, it does make me feel a tad bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tagged me the other day to share about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dachshund"&gt;Dachshund&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; breed. Okay, I took a short cut and decided to google "Dachshund". heh heh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dachshund is a short-legged, elongated dog breed of the hound family. The breed's name is German and literally means "badger dog," from (der) Dachs, badger, and (der) Hund, dog. The standard size was developed to scent, chase, and flush badgers and other burrow-dwelling animals, while the miniature was to hunt rabbits. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, show me the whabbits!! I'm going to HUNT you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Due to the long, narrow build, they are sometimes referred to in the United States and elsewhere as a wiener dog, hot dog, or sausage dog, though such terms are sometimes considered disparaging (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I totally AGREE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Notwithstanding the German origin of the dachshund's name, within Germany the breed is known—both formally and informally—as the Dackel or Teckel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dachshunds are playful, fun dogs, known for their propensity to chase small animals, birds and tennis balls with great determination and ferocity. Many dachshunds are strong-headed or stubborn, making them a challenge to train. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am not stubborn - I chose not to learn.&lt;/span&gt;) Dachshunds are known for their devotion and loyalty to their owners. If left alone many dachshunds will whine until they have companionship. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno who wrote that but I have to say I do not WHINE and need constant companionship. It is Mom who insists that I spend time with her. So what's a dog got to do but to obey her Mom?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We come in 3 different coats, namely smooth coat, long hair &amp; wire hair coats. We also come in many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.countrygardendoxie.com/color_pics.htm"&gt;different colours and patterns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Although I must say some colours &amp; patterns are really quite rare, that's what makes each one of us special in our very own way. Besides the standard &amp;amp; miniature size, those in-betweens are called tweenies. hehe..like me! Gee, dachshunds are sure versatile huh? Appearing in different coats, size and patterns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We have quite a few dachshies frenz here...do you know what size, coat and patterns they are? I have to say Ricky &amp; Maggie the Dachshund have one of the more unique colors among us.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://chloerickylucy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ricky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a silver dapple boy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://maggiethedachshund.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a red brindle girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'll like to tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; (yes, you again!!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.tobylittledude.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rivsky-river.blogspot.com/"&gt;River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to tell us more about their breed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, let me know once you get your paws on your Mom's plastic. I need to prepare for our date. :)&lt;/span&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/31440675-6439571042699357184?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6439571042699357184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6439571042699357184' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6439571042699357184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6439571042699357184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/dachshunds-are-big-dogs-in-small.html' title='Dachshunds are Big Dogs in Small Packages'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2633303394404603129</id><published>2007-08-16T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:37:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Questions for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wonderruby.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tagged me last week for this game and I was all ready to go for it until I realised my hoomans have been spying on me at night. They captured some of my private moments with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MYSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(who else?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; What the heck....isn't there a law with regards invasion of privacy? (&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckie's Mom : She's a very light sleeper so it's practically impossible trying to get a pikture of her sleeping. We had to sneak in a few times just to snap these piktures!! All that trouble was well worth it cos she was really half asleep *cute* when we took these shots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, let's move on to the game. I have to answer 5 questions so that sounds pretty simple. :) Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. Where is your favorite place to sleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm, I have this bed which I sleep on every night without fail. Mom puts a blankie inside to keep me nice and warm. Even though I am out of my play area, I'd head back to my bed (which is inside my play area) to sleep without fail. I need my favourite bear to hug to bed and Mom has to tuck me in. I tend to bring along another toy just in case I can't fall asleep yet and ya know..need something to keep me occupied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098943765842225762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsMWVvS36mI/AAAAAAAABGY/Js4XHUHBCSg/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad has been telling Mom the bed is too small for me and I need a bigger one. It seems fine to me. I like squishing myself up against the side of my bed. Okay, I know I'm a messy sleeper but who cares? hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098943770137193074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsMWV_S36nI/AAAAAAAABGg/GpNbVuPpENI/s320/002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a difference between these two piktures if you look closely enuff. It's all in the eyes!! Mr Bear comes in very useful at times cos I can use him as a pillow for my head or for me to hug between my front paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098943770137193090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsMWV_S36oI/AAAAAAAABGo/M6vQriYa4T4/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Is there a specific trick your humans make you do to get treats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gee, I'm not exactly pawformer. I mean, whenever Mom asks me politely, I'd consider and then decide if I wanna do it. I mean don't you think &lt;strong&gt;SIT&lt;/strong&gt; Luckie, &lt;strong&gt;STAY&lt;/strong&gt; Luckie, &lt;strong&gt;DOWN&lt;/strong&gt; Luckie, &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; Luckie, etc etc is so rude. The right way would be....Luckie, &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; Sit. Okay, I guess I can do that for her. I expect her to say &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; after I pawform too. It's always good to mind our Ps &amp; Qs right? As always, if I am desperate for the treats, I'd run through my entire sequence of all the tricks I know just so I can get my treats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. If you could spend an entire day doing anything at all with anyone what would do and with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not fussy as long as I get to spend time the entire day with my hoomans. It's true. I mean with my hoomans going out to work so as to bring back the bacon (no puns intended cos I never get to eat any bacon anyhoo), I hardly get to spend time with my hoomans during weekdays. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So if they can take some time off and spend it with me whether we are just lazing around at home or bringing me out to some cool places, I'm okay with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. What is your favorite toy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahaha..I can't stop laffing when I read this question. My favourite toy would be the one who needs me to pawform my opawration of course! There cannot be just&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; favourite toy puhleeze...you can't ask a Doctor who is his favourite patient can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a tough question. I'd like to use a lifeline and maybe call a friend...no wait, maybe I'll use 50-50. Huh, what did you say? I'm not on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? Okaaaaay, so I'm on my own. I wish all of us lived close by and can always meet at our regular DWB dogpark. That'd be awesome! Or we could all get DWB matching tattoos...way COOL....(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Luckie's Mom : Erm..I think she has been watching too much Miami Ink &amp;amp; LA Ink on tv..my bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of posts lately...I think I'm going through a writer's block. :( Before I forget, I'm going to tag &lt;a href="http://pawsters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toffee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt; to answer these 5 questions too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2633303394404603129?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2633303394404603129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2633303394404603129' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2633303394404603129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2633303394404603129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/5-questions-for-me.html' title='5 Questions for Me!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsMWVvS36mI/AAAAAAAABGY/Js4XHUHBCSg/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-572417625525980412</id><published>2007-08-13T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:46:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day Pawty Singapore DWB Friendz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi Everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay I am probably the last dog to blog about the National Day Pawty with my fellow Singapore DWB frenz. heh heh....Sorry to be so &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;S L O W&lt;/span&gt; cos my hoomans are major slackers and I had to bug them like countless times before they could get down to some serious business.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pawty was held at a doggy cafe called Pawtabello which served pretty decent hooman and doggy cuisine. I mean I could only guess the hooman food tasted good cos my parents ate like they were starving and finished up their portions even before the rest of the hoomans had their dinner. How embarassing! Sheesh, remind me not to bring them out next time. Mom didn't order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*anything*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for me cos she said I am still on a diet and have to eat at home instead. :( The decor was lovely and best of all, we could like pee and poop anywhere we wanted! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65PS36UI/AAAAAAAABEI/BqwiQKPgBkE/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098209901960227138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65PS36UI/AAAAAAAABEI/BqwiQKPgBkE/s320/004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had the chance to meet up with my DWB friends finally!! :) Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who looked really sweet in her &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; dress and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; ribbon. She brought her sista &amp; kor out too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB66fS36YI/AAAAAAAABEo/7QjIbFrHFhg/s1600-h/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098209923435063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB66fS36YI/AAAAAAAABEo/7QjIbFrHFhg/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with her sista. Both her hoomans were very friendly and they gave me pretty decent belly rubs. heh heh..No complaints about that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jfS36gI/AAAAAAAABFo/Jr_-7uSN_RQ/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210627809700354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jfS36gI/AAAAAAAABFo/Jr_-7uSN_RQ/s320/021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I met up with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://chillithedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chilli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the JRT. She's really hyper and can jump really high! I have to say I'm impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65vS36VI/AAAAAAAABEQ/DkgmLDoYxKc/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098209910550161746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65vS36VI/AAAAAAAABEQ/DkgmLDoYxKc/s320/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://chillithedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chilli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also performed her version of BANG BANG. Too bad we didn't get to video that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65_S36WI/AAAAAAAABEY/2wEPTS1DbC8/s1600-h/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098209914845129058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65_S36WI/AAAAAAAABEY/2wEPTS1DbC8/s320/007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chilli's good friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://mydeargirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Snowball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was also at the pawty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65_S36XI/AAAAAAAABEg/14mROzb4WBA/s1600-h/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098209914845129074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65_S36XI/AAAAAAAABEg/14mROzb4WBA/s320/009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://mydeargirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Snowball&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was dressed in her &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; overalls. Doesn't she look great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsCAB_S36lI/AAAAAAAABGQ/wLiFPYZEf7s/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098215549842221650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsCAB_S36lI/AAAAAAAABGQ/wLiFPYZEf7s/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This pawty wouldn't have happened without our organiser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://puggybooboo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boo Boo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Thanks so much for doing all the hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jvS36hI/AAAAAAAABFw/PZh0A4Fj1C0/s1600-h/023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210632104667666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jvS36hI/AAAAAAAABFw/PZh0A4Fj1C0/s320/023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://puggybooboo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boo Boo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; invited Girl Girl the CKCS along too! She's a very friendly girl and went round saying hi to all of us. :) That's Girl Girl the CKCS checking out the treats in the cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7S_S36ZI/AAAAAAAABEw/hMgPrjLGzSQ/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210344341858706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7S_S36ZI/AAAAAAAABEw/hMgPrjLGzSQ/s320/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I had the pleasure of meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. He looks really manly in his biker shirt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7i_S36eI/AAAAAAAABFY/W12BEiqyk1c/s1600-h/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210619219765730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7i_S36eI/AAAAAAAABFY/W12BEiqyk1c/s320/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; brought his parents and his maid along for this pawty. Hmm..his hoomans must have been behaving at home for him to bring them out. I mean my hoomans had to beg me to bring them out before I allowed them to come along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7T_S36dI/AAAAAAAABFQ/KjZXKeYl5Zk/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210361521727954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7T_S36dI/AAAAAAAABFQ/KjZXKeYl5Zk/s320/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to post this pikture cos I thought it was really sweet to see him cuddling up with his Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jPS36fI/AAAAAAAABFg/bSuRCgdIuOo/s1600-h/018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210623514733042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7jPS36fI/AAAAAAAABFg/bSuRCgdIuOo/s320/018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" href="http://silkiejay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay's family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also came along in full force! Eil Jie Jie was helping Jay's hooman with the doggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7s_S36kI/AAAAAAAABGI/K-zi8RyTHks/s1600-h/00111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210791018457666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7s_S36kI/AAAAAAAABGI/K-zi8RyTHks/s320/00111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's Brandy.....one of Jay's playmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7TfS36bI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZxZjHP1OvR4/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210352931793330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7TfS36bI/AAAAAAAABFA/ZxZjHP1OvR4/s320/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brandy has such gorgeous fur and is sooooo photogenic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7TvS36cI/AAAAAAAABFI/BWjRLZr6uyc/s1600-h/014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210357226760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7TvS36cI/AAAAAAAABFI/BWjRLZr6uyc/s320/014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think Dad has a crush on her. I mean I don't even see that many piktures of myself!! We didn't get a pikture of Coco cos he wasn't feeling too good that day. :( Piktures of Whisky didn't turn out that well cos the lighting was very bad and it's really had to get decent piktures since Whisky is black. So sorry about that, hopefully we can do another outing outdoors with great sunlight and maybe get a nice family shot of &lt;a href="http://silkiejay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay's family&lt;/a&gt; next time. As you all know, Jay &amp; Coco are not feeling well after the pawty. I am sending lotsa pawsitive thoughts to them and I hope you can give them some support and lurve too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7svS36jI/AAAAAAAABGA/7RljJMRwxv8/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210786723490354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7svS36jI/AAAAAAAABGA/7RljJMRwxv8/s320/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The hoomans wanted us to take a group pikture. Erm..okay..don't say we never try!! Alright, I wasn't in the pikture cos Mom didn't want me to mess up everything. Sheesh ~ thanks for your vote of confidence Mom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7j_S36iI/AAAAAAAABF4/neEqmeeTWBQ/s1600-h/022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210636399634978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7j_S36iI/AAAAAAAABF4/neEqmeeTWBQ/s320/022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just in case you weren't convinced I was at the pawty cos I never appeared in any piktures, here's a pikture of me in Mom's arms. heh heh...why walk when you can be carried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098210344341858722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB7S_S36aI/AAAAAAAABE4/1JZVypEtZ6c/s320/012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am sorry I didn't get a chance to chat more with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blobhm.multiply.com/journal/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boynbaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby &amp; Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Hopefully, we can catch up again soon alrighty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I have a lovely family pikture of you &amp; your parents...but but..I couldn't crop the pikture cos it would look wierd without your hoomans. I will send that to you okay? :) Thanks for giving us a lift to the pawty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will upload the piktures of my pressies soon! Hope you enjoy the piktures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-572417625525980412?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/572417625525980412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=572417625525980412' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/572417625525980412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/572417625525980412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-pawty-singapore-dwb.html' title='National Day Pawty Singapore DWB Friendz'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RsB65PS36UI/AAAAAAAABEI/BqwiQKPgBkE/s72-c/004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2003543003466644488</id><published>2007-08-10T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:08:22.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what Hana sent.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am recovering from our awesome National Day Pawty last evening. It was really exciting meeting up so many frenz in pawson I tell ya. Dad was the official photographer for me so I'll post the piktures once he's through with them okay? I think some of them have blogged about the pawty already. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the mean time, I did promise to share with you what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sent to me last week. She gave me some yummy cookies - yes, they came in really cute shapes like the postman and a mailbox! I also received a packet of Good GIRL Choco-Drops. Yum  Yum Yum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyEvS36II/AAAAAAAABCs/E_HWA4LEMLc/s1600-h/hana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyEvS36II/AAAAAAAABCs/E_HWA4LEMLc/s320/hana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074304017229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, this time round, it says Good GIRL! :) It's definately for me. There's even a daschie on the cover of this treat. heh heh heh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyE_S36JI/AAAAAAAABC0/FiUTI31Ti6Y/s1600-h/hana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyE_S36JI/AAAAAAAABC0/FiUTI31Ti6Y/s320/hana1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074308312197266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also wrote me a nice letter. You can read it here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyF_S36KI/AAAAAAAABC8/gWSWBaDeB7E/s1600-h/hana3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyF_S36KI/AAAAAAAABC8/gWSWBaDeB7E/s320/hana3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074325492066466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; received a lovely&lt;/span&gt; ribbon necklace from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!! Her Mom is so talented and has an eye for matching colours. Just look how lovely the colours are! In case you wanna get your own necklace too, you can check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s blog for more details okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyF_S36LI/AAAAAAAABDE/SjcKDjxVNgI/s1600-h/hana2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyF_S36LI/AAAAAAAABDE/SjcKDjxVNgI/s320/hana2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074325492066482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The colors of the ribbon necklace really flatters my hair colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyGvS36MI/AAAAAAAABDM/6yqyC6bGCuA/s1600-h/necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyGvS36MI/AAAAAAAABDM/6yqyC6bGCuA/s320/necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097074338376968386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a look from the back. Oops..how messy!! Mom says I need to learn to be more ladylike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8vS36SI/AAAAAAAABD4/LrYcAKjV5xI/s1600-h/necklace3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8vS36SI/AAAAAAAABD4/LrYcAKjV5xI/s320/necklace3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075266089904418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a side view. Mom could never get me to look at her cos I was too busy checking out my new necklace. I mean I was totally concentrating! Both of my ears were flipped outwards and  I didn't even notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8vS36RI/AAAAAAAABDw/XwU_em9hfps/s1600-h/necklace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8vS36RI/AAAAAAAABDw/XwU_em9hfps/s320/necklace2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075266089904402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Checking out the necklace again on my back. No no no..I wasn't biting it. I was erm..just holding it with my paws for a closer look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8fS36QI/AAAAAAAABDo/v4nZXm8s5z0/s1600-h/necklace1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8fS36QI/AAAAAAAABDo/v4nZXm8s5z0/s320/necklace1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075261794937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just look at how shiny the ribbon necklace is! It makes my hair positive glossy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8_S36TI/AAAAAAAABEA/JLl2V0BjXVE/s1600-h/necklace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrxy8_S36TI/AAAAAAAABEA/JLl2V0BjXVE/s320/necklace4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097075270384871730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom decided I could have one of those cookies...so I chose to eat Mr Postman first. Cos he took so long with the package so I think he deserves to be eaten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp; Her Cookie - Take 1 (I can be really prissy cos I don't really know how to deal with cookies that are not bite size!! I was trying to hide the cookie in my erm..bed until I figured out how to tackle a cookie of that size. It's all Mom's fault cos she always feed me bite size food!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkMbVRaAVnA"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkMbVRaAVnA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp; Her Cookie - Take 2 (Okay, so I needed Mom to feed me. Did you hear how crunchy the cookie was? Delicious I tell ya. It made me forget I had a ribbon necklace on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y180P7ngtoE"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y180P7ngtoE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised I've been tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://northfordmaggie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Maggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to share the Dachshund Breed &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://wonderruby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to share about 5 likes about me. Whoa, I need to do serious thinking and get to work. In the mean time, since I am not the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; *only*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dachshund blogger around, I wanna tag my fellow daschies to share about our breed too. So if you are a dachshund (or you think you are one in disguise) you know what to do. I'm not going to name any dog in pawticular okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a great weekend guys! I will blog soon. Cos it's almost my 100th post!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-2003543003466644488?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2003543003466644488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2003543003466644488' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2003543003466644488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2003543003466644488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/look-what-hana-sent.html' title='Look what Hana sent.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrxyEvS36II/AAAAAAAABCs/E_HWA4LEMLc/s72-c/hana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2991600300225602903</id><published>2007-08-08T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:18:20.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Barkday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9th of August is Singapore's 42th barkday. That also means the hoomans will get a day off from work &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yipee*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I will have them at my beck &amp; call all day long. To celebrate Singapore's barkday, Mom gave me a new toy. Everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl, please meet Mr Lion! :) Why Mr Lion you may be asking yourself....well Singapore actually means "Lion City" so that's why I have Mr Lion to celebrate Singapore's barkday with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096145912476461090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkltPS36CI/AAAAAAAABB8/0NOcD-4Gj5o/s320/Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm getting to know Mr Lion better and giving him a play bow! I want to play with you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096146518066849906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkmQfS36HI/AAAAAAAABCk/MQE8Y8eZp-Y/s320/Lion5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr Lion's head squeaks so I've to make sure the squeaker is working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096145916771428402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkltfS36DI/AAAAAAAABCE/RL06Lur-jZs/s320/Lion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know Lions have such long limbs. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*chomp chomp chomp*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096145921066395714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkltvS36EI/AAAAAAAABCM/Oq0V2BifqMY/s320/Lion2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...you smell so nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096145921066395730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkltvS36FI/AAAAAAAABCU/bfINuUJio7o/s320/Lion3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me help you with your yoga.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096145925361363042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rrklt_S36GI/AAAAAAAABCc/-QO_Vsa6aFI/s320/Lion4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp; Mr Lion - Take 1 (I had a fun time playing bitey hands with my Mom and I even gave a very delicate lady-like sneeze towards the end of the video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfcwVvOVeVM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Mr Lion - Take 2 (Okay, I didn't want to upload this at all cos I didn't want you to see my nekkid belly!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1S2fv9PsyVw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luckie &amp;amp; Mr Lion - Take 3 (It's really fun rolling from side to side with Mr Lion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jos2o138PMU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what? It's 1 more day to the National Day Pawty!! :) &lt;/span&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/31440675-2991600300225602903?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2991600300225602903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2991600300225602903' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2991600300225602903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2991600300225602903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-barkday-singapore.html' title='Happy Barkday Singapore!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrkltPS36CI/AAAAAAAABB8/0NOcD-4Gj5o/s72-c/Lion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-975978674901072976</id><published>2007-08-06T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T11:03:19.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp my ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How was your weekend? I had wanted to just laze around and take it easy ya know? Dog knows we can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*never*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have too much beauty rest. However, the hoomans said the weather is great (yeah, cos it has been raining very often the past 2 weeks!) and so it was time to go out enjoy the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They took out my favourite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsling.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fundle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bag! (Erm..okay so I only have that ONE bag but who's counting?) This bag is really a god-send. Everytime Mom brings it out, I know it's time to go out and I'll get super duper excited!! Yes, I'll try to get myself into the bag which is no mean feat cos I have a long body in case you haven't noticed. When I get my front legs in, my butt and my hind legs are still sticking outside. LOL! So I try again, and this time, my hind legs and butt goes in but damn, my head and front legs are sticking outside!! At the end of the day, I need my hoomans to carry and place me inside so I can enjoy my ride. :) The best part of this bag is I get to stick my head (and sometimes my front paws) outside and enjoy the view while Mom who's my official bag lady does all the walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is my bag! It has lotsa cool compartments for my leash, my treats. Mom can put her mobile phone at the side too. We hang our travelling water bottle at the side too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406379237631954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RraFGvS359I/AAAAAAAABBU/vNk8e6-UR_8/s320/1810001162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nice huh? The edge of the bag is also padded so that it doesn't hurt when I rest my head there. How thoughtful of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406379237631970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RraFGvS35-I/AAAAAAAABBc/OyF9oxqEXao/s320/1810001164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't manage to get a pikture of myself in the bag. But it works like this! Your slave (oops - I mean your hooman) will sling the bag over their shoulders and you just sit back and relax. ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406379237631986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RraFGvS35_I/AAAAAAAABBk/wJS0tXghZn4/s320/1810001169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom has thrown away the toy given to me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! She said there's no way she can salvage the toy cos I was too thorough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095399653318846322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RrZ-_PS353I/AAAAAAAABAs/USdMyehFLXI/s320/precious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also removed the eyes and nose! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095414157423405074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RraMLfS36BI/AAAAAAAABB0/N83RrJpe-_A/s320/precious2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many new piktures to share because I finally opened &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;'s pressie!! :) Hopefully, I can get them posted soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it's 3 more days to our National Day Pawty with my fellow Singapore dog bloggers....I can't wait!! *rubs paws gleefully*&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/31440675-975978674901072976?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/975978674901072976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=975978674901072976' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/975978674901072976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/975978674901072976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/pimp-my-ride.html' title='Pimp my ride!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RraFGvS359I/AAAAAAAABBU/vNk8e6-UR_8/s72-c/1810001162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1084645458294400508</id><published>2007-08-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:52:54.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Piktures Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately, we seem to be going through a pretty rough patch at &lt;a href="http://dogswithblogs.com.au/"&gt;DWB&lt;/a&gt;. We've been hearing about frendz who have left us and I think we need to take a step back, take a deep breath and once again remember to live life the way we should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a brand new day once again! Let's look forward and embrace life shall we? I would like to share some piktures from Dad to remind us how bootiful life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563567684708114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_5E_S35xI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dj_zyR_smMY/s320/new+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flowers have really short but bootiful lives. But they bloom and give us so much joy~ Which flower do you like the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563279921899234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_40PS35uI/AAAAAAAAA_k/GwSLs1rsuxU/s320/PB121518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_5E_S35yI/AAAAAAAABAE/iHfghoZ4BXQ/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563567684708130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_5E_S35yI/AAAAAAAABAE/iHfghoZ4BXQ/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_40vS35wI/AAAAAAAAA_0/-WVaimt5LPk/s1600-h/PB121622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563288511833858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_40vS35wI/AAAAAAAAA_0/-WVaimt5LPk/s320/PB121622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563284216866546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_40fS35vI/AAAAAAAAA_s/jFa1kV27FaA/s320/PB121546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cats are also...*HUH* What! How did this get here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093563571979675442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_5FPS35zI/AAAAAAAABAM/-VOVsfA1jEY/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance like no one's watching&lt;br /&gt;Love like you'll never be hurt&lt;br /&gt;Sing like no one's listening&lt;br /&gt;Live like it's heaven on earth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-1084645458294400508?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1084645458294400508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1084645458294400508' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1084645458294400508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1084645458294400508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-piktures-madness.html' title='Random Piktures Madness'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq_5E_S35xI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dj_zyR_smMY/s72-c/new+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-4803169266314205755</id><published>2007-07-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T23:55:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm growing up to be a real lady....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have been a good girl lately and so Mom decided to reward me with some Good Boy Kookie (courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;). I have never eaten a chocolate chip kookie before so this was really something new to me! Mom says the kookie doesn't smell sweet but salty. I hope she has only been smelling my kookie and not helping herself to them. I still remember the last time when she ate my kookies cos she said they were meant for hooman consumption too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4C7_S35tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/kRoDfkbqRgQ/s1600-h/goodboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4C7_S35tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/kRoDfkbqRgQ/s320/goodboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093011458228741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also allowed me to open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justcopper.blogspot.com"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s pressie - finally. I found these small round shiny stuffs inside and apparently, they are magnets made by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://hersheythedoglet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hershey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s Mom! I am sorry my Mom's lousy photography skills were not able to capture how intricate and unique those magnets look in real life. There was also a note from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and he says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; them. They are for my Mom. Okay Mom, you got lucky this time. I can't believe you actually got something from my friend! This goes to show what nice frenz I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CePS35oI/AAAAAAAAA-0/n3TveqvE4OQ/s1600-h/copper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CePS35oI/AAAAAAAAA-0/n3TveqvE4OQ/s320/copper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010947127633538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And because I'm growing up to be a real lady like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://adayinthelifeofisabella.blogspot.com/"&gt;Isabella&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I got this gorgeous handbag from him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CefS35pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/kWbxnfvmb9A/s1600-h/copper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CefS35pI/AAAAAAAAA-8/kWbxnfvmb9A/s320/copper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010951422600850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It also comes with a card!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CevS35rI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tagLVj073L4/s1600-h/copper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CevS35rI/AAAAAAAAA_M/tagLVj073L4/s320/copper3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010955717568178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think you can read from here cos the wordings are so neat! I shall read to you then..."Thank you for the presents Luckie! You seem to be the kind of girl who needs a new bag. Be good to it. The instructions say Mom should take it away if it gets rips or tears. haha!" How did the bag know it would get ripped or torn?? Issit a magic bag? I hope Mom didn't see that last sentence. She is not going to take my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BAG&lt;/span&gt; away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CefS35qI/AAAAAAAAA_E/0LOOfrC6WSU/s1600-h/copper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CefS35qI/AAAAAAAAA_E/0LOOfrC6WSU/s320/copper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010951422600866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a closeup of my handbag! I can't wait to go shopping with it!! Girls ~ wanna come along??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CevS35sI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qtZVPCYTDRU/s1600-h/copper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4CevS35sI/AAAAAAAAA_U/qtZVPCYTDRU/s320/copper4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010955717568194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you sooo much for the handbag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!! :) Mom says it's like what hooman boys do..they buy handbags for their hooman girls!&lt;/span&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/31440675-4803169266314205755?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/4803169266314205755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=4803169266314205755' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4803169266314205755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/4803169266314205755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-growing-up-to-be-real-lady.html' title='I&apos;m growing up to be a real lady....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rq4C7_S35tI/AAAAAAAAA_c/kRoDfkbqRgQ/s72-c/goodboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1809161007446174467</id><published>2007-07-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:13:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye dear Oscar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello Everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am deeply sadden to hear of the sudden death of our dear friend &lt;a href="http://oscartheairedale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oscar&lt;/a&gt;. He was one of the smartest doggie I had the pleasure of knowing and always had a nice word for all of us. Please take some time to head over and say goodby to our dear friend. :( His parents (Katy &amp; Martin) would certainly appreciate all the kind words from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/31440675-1809161007446174467?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1809161007446174467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1809161007446174467' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1809161007446174467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1809161007446174467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-dear-oscar.html' title='Goodbye dear Oscar.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8111524962086710181</id><published>2007-07-27T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:09:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I didn't mean to do that.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend, my hoomans decided to change their bedsheets and comforter. Now, this is considered a major activity which they do not particularly enjoy doing (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Did I mention Dad actually does all the work and Mom just stands around acting busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and naturally, being oh so helpful, I decided to assist them so that they will remain eternally grateful to me. I tried moving from left to right...and then right to left but in the end, I was sent back to my play area cos I was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;too helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" according to Mom. I guess at least they know I tried my best to help them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After removing dirty laundry, the hoomans left it at a corner in the kitchen. You see, I never had the chance to sleep on their bed at all so naturally, I was extremely happy to be presented with the golden opportunity for me to sniff the sheets as it definately smells so much of my hoomans (er...a bit smelly.... but I can live with that).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out how much fun I have just sniffing and rolling around. Oh my dog...it was really very very exciting for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLU9B1nP1q8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom thought I looked adorable in action and decided to capture this moment. She even called Dad to come over to take a look. Good grief, what am I? A travelling circus freak show?!? So I gave it my BEST shot...roll......sniff....smile......and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;OOPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aeNVrwllJlc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I say? There's only so much excitement I can take. With all my hoomans' smell, I definately want to add my very own special touch too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS : Mom wants me to tell everydog &amp;amp; Girl Girl that she was going to throw that comforter away. Darn, why can't she just keep it and sleep on it? I would do that if she allowed me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to post a update on how the little doxie toy is faring so far. I'm still working on his face. He told me he wanted a new nose. Okay, so I removed his nose first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091758569023858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqmPcPS35mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/7qTYrSrmzQI/s320/latest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicely done huh? Oops, I may have removed his entire mouth by mistake too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091758573318825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqmPcfS35nI/AAAAAAAAA-s/r7CIjCFXgSc/s320/latest1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last but not least, voting for DWB July's Awesome Blog Award is coming to an end. If you still haven't voted, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dogswithblogs.com.au/bonezone/viewtopic.php?t=557"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! :) I'll like to thank all my frenz who have taken time to vote for me. Thanks for being my pal!!&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/31440675-8111524962086710181?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8111524962086710181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8111524962086710181' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8111524962086710181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8111524962086710181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-swear-i-didnt-mean-to-do-that.html' title='I swear I didn&apos;t mean to do that.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqmPcPS35mI/AAAAAAAAA-k/7qTYrSrmzQI/s72-c/latest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8650467799371094017</id><published>2007-07-24T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:20:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Benny, if you are reading this....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted you to know that you gave me my very first dachsie stuffy toy. It was my very first doxie toy and I guess everydog &amp; Girl Girl can probably tell that I am quite attached to it from my yesterday post. I grab it everywhere I go (for now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some piktures of me opening Benny's pressie. It says &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my name is not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;TY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It says it's a Beanie Toy but it doesn't contain beans. Yup, I'm quite sure it doesn't contain beans cos I conducted an opawration to make sure there were no beans inside. I wouldn't want to eat those beans accidentally cos I heard beans may cause flatulence. Dog knows how much smelly stinky fart bombs have to deal with my hoomans around being the shortest in the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090673213608289730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW0UPS35cI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-Q9l3YEy2jc/s320/benny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Examining the package carefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090673217903257042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW0UfS35dI/AAAAAAAAA9c/F1exWFpval0/s320/benny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my new toy from &lt;a href="http://www.bennyxobile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Benny&lt;/a&gt; the Corgi. Nice huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090673222198224354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW0UvS35eI/AAAAAAAAA9k/37EJd9YKqMg/s320/benny3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taking my very first &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;BITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090673226493191666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW0U_S35fI/AAAAAAAAA9s/7j__GTo2vyA/s320/benny4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was trying to discreetly move away from Mom with my toy. Cos I know she tends to take them away from me after taking piktures. I wasn't fast enuff and I didn't get to see that toy for weeks I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No prizes for guessing what happened next. Being a pawfessional, I went straight into my surgeon mode. Check out my action video - Take 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSZKW1yfJxQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Action Video - Take 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8SMqq20fKQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Action Video - Take 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GyfjsQB9FoU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it's just hard to find a nice quiet corner to concentrate on my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sighz&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674944480110082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW14_S35gI/AAAAAAAAA90/KEP_B1nrHYY/s320/doxie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, I made snow again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674944480110098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW14_S35hI/AAAAAAAAA98/nOg5y_FSjvI/s320/doxie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to say these doxie toys make it easy for me to carry around with their long body. It's an ergonomic stuffy toy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674944480110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW14_S35iI/AAAAAAAAA-E/weibcSxMpls/s320/doxie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another shot just so you can see how dog friendly this toy is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674948775077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW15PS35jI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2FMJsCouqaQ/s320/doxie3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought I look really docile and sweet in this pikture. Unfortunately, the scattered snow around me don't seem to agree with my look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090674948775077442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW15PS35kI/AAAAAAAAA-U/MIe1MgclgN4/s320/doxie4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s advice and work on his face first, so right now, he has a hollow head and that reminds me of HALLOWEEN. Maybe I should ask Mom to put some treats inside as stuffings? I will continue to work on his body. He makes this plasticky crinkly noise when I chew on him so maybe I'll let him live a bit longer. Hmm....maybe not......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090957209730803282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rqa2m_S35lI/AAAAAAAAA-c/sTLoEoDvN74/s320/doxielast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8650467799371094017?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8650467799371094017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8650467799371094017' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8650467799371094017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8650467799371094017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-benny-if-you-are-reading-this.html' title='Hey Benny, if you are reading this....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqW0UPS35cI/AAAAAAAAA9U/-Q9l3YEy2jc/s72-c/benny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-28446277985977524</id><published>2007-07-23T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:21:55.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom says I have a BIG mouth....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember I mentioned that every time I'm in my play area, I'll always be ready (with my toy - depending which is my favourite toy of the moment) when Mom opens the play pen gate to let me out. Well, Mom said I'm really persistent and behave like a broken down tape recorder. Apparently, I'll do the same sequence over and over and over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She also says I have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mouth. She can be so rude. Her insensitivity to my feelings can be appalling. *&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;sniff sniff&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mouth and I do not repeat my actions over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_hT3OhEyoo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that you have seen the video, I'll like to reiterate my point. I do not have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mouth and do not repeat my actions over and over. I do not have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mouth and do not repeat my actions over and over. I do not have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mouth and do not repeat my actions over and over. I do not have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mouth and do not repeat my actions over and over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-28446277985977524?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/28446277985977524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=28446277985977524' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/28446277985977524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/28446277985977524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/mom-says-i-have-big-mouth.html' title='Mom says I have a BIG mouth....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-5964633349273792870</id><published>2007-07-21T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T11:51:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in ACTION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm BACK in ACTION. Mom has finally graduated from her silly Leadership course and returned my laptop to me. Oh, did I mention the laptop belongs to me? Yeah, it does..I had to lend it to her cos she doesn't have one. I wasn't too happy about that but I guess she does feed me so I had to be nice and share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been checking out your blogs and playing catch up this morning. I seemed to have missed out on a lot of exciting stuffs. :( Seems like everydog has been getting pressies and treats! It must be the season of giving and sharing. I had wanted to blog about my manicure session at the beauty salon but it was raining and I couldn't take a walk there. *sighz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;VOTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; has starting at DWB Bone Zone for July's Awesome Blog Award!! Yes, please take some time out, move your butt (or get your secretary to get moving..I hope how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; those hoomans are) and head over to cast your vote. Each vote is sacred (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I'm not going to pawform any opawration on you if you don't vote for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) and I know you can't wait to support your favourite blogs right? Vote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://dogswithblogs.com.au/bonezone/viewtopic.php?t=557"&gt;NOW&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! Each vote is charged at S$0.30 per minute and you can stand to win really attractive prizes. For voters under the age of 18, please seek parental guidance or do what you need to do but just don't get caught. tee hee hee... Oh wait, I think I must have been watching way too much American Idol or those charity fund-raising shows (I think local doggies &amp; Girl Girl will understand).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because Mom hasn't had time to take new piktures of me, I can only share with you some MORE pressies I received recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; managed to find some of the underpants crew toys recently and it was really nice of him to share one of them with me! He sent me Mr Cow. Just look how yummy Mr Cow looks. I can't wait to get my paws on him. He also sent me a soft rubber bone which is good cos I love soft rubbery stuffs. That's why I like my hoomans so much. They are really soft and rubbery (especially in some places I noticed) and taste quite good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87fS35XI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pMnFdJhUXR4/s1600-h/huskee%60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87fS35XI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pMnFdJhUXR4/s320/huskee%60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486415360157042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, it comes with a nice note too. I think you can read it yourself. I like what they wrote but they say I have to destroy it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S L O W L Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Huh...I don't think I can do that but I'll try. Maybe instead of say 2 hours...I give it erm...4 hours? How does that sound? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87fS35WI/AAAAAAAAA8k/37AISzwV6ak/s1600-h/huskee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87fS35WI/AAAAAAAAA8k/37AISzwV6ak/s320/huskee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486415360157026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tadpole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; also sent me a really colorful looking package. I had never seen such a colorful package before so naturally I had to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF88PS35aI/AAAAAAAAA9E/A4RpupnrbXc/s1600-h/tad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF88PS35aI/AAAAAAAAA9E/A4RpupnrbXc/s320/tad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486428245058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huh, did I hear you say the darn package is empty? It looks absolutely flat so what's there for me to look at. Erm, yeah, Mom said I could only check out the package and she'll keep the rest for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF-PPS35bI/AAAAAAAAA9M/kVtZzf50pjM/s1600-h/tad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF-PPS35bI/AAAAAAAAA9M/kVtZzf50pjM/s320/tad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089487854174201266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wrote a nice letter to me but he didn't include his drawings. Bummer. It says to enjoy his pressie and do a good opawration! Oh wow, are you doggies sending me stuffs just so you can watch me in action opawrating on them? I could hold some training classes or sumthing and you can join via "distance learning". hehe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87vS35YI/AAAAAAAAA80/Zz9ze_ozJIA/s1600-h/tad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87vS35YI/AAAAAAAAA80/Zz9ze_ozJIA/s320/tad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486419655124354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; loofah doxie toy and a pwetty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; princess chew toy inside!! I had never seen this loofah toy before so it does look and feel quite intriguing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87_S35ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/3DbCI0ObQ6U/s1600-h/tad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87_S35ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/3DbCI0ObQ6U/s320/tad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089486423950091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, a couple of my daschie frenz have been blogging about their doxie stuffie toys and being a daschie too, naturally I have some doxie stuffies too! Oh wait..I used to have one...erm..that's another story altogether so check back soon for my latest opawration cos I have decided to listen to what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; said and work more on the face rather than the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for those lovely pressies. :)&lt;br /&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/31440675-5964633349273792870?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/5964633349273792870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=5964633349273792870' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5964633349273792870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/5964633349273792870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back-in-action.html' title='I&apos;m back in ACTION!!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RqF87fS35XI/AAAAAAAAA8s/pMnFdJhUXR4/s72-c/huskee%60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-9015327304852109120</id><published>2007-07-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:55:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very Precious Gift.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooooo...I am so glad I managed to find time to blog cos I'm having withdrawals symptoms. I don't really have enuff time to go check out everydog's blog right now but I assure you I'll be back 101% in action once Mom returns the laptop to me!! I hope everydog (&amp; dear Girl Girl) had a nice wondogful weekend. I am also reallllyyyy happy that you didn't think I was too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;*violent*&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;'s Toy. It's a joy to have such supportive frenz like you guys around. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, I have been getting so many packages lately that I think my hoomans are jealous. I could have sworn I heard Mom complaining that she hardly gets any mails other than bills. hahaha...that's just pathetic I tell ya. Did I mention my hoomans have no friends other than their make-believe ones? They talk to those make-believe friends a lot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;(Luckie's Mom : Erm,  Luckie, I was calling for you but you pretended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; to hear me?)&lt;/span&gt; It could be the magix mushrooms Mom was eating that day. &lt;a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tadpole&lt;/a&gt; said magix mushrooms are a code for something. I have no idea what but I guess I can always google that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCyg_qGmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/FzlXrSQOUxE/s1600-h/mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCyg_qGmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/FzlXrSQOUxE/s320/mushrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155852128000610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last week, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sent me something in the mail but Mom refused to let me open it. It's still sitting in the drawer waiting for dog knows what occasion. I hope she's not waiting for my 2nd Barkday or sumthing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*sighz*&lt;/span&gt; And guess what? I received a package from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tadpole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; today and yeah, same old line, not now not now. She's such a HOARDER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But, I did manage to get my paws on this lovely gift from &lt;a href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;. She was kind enough to send me a barkday pressie. :) Check out my loot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCyw_qGnI/AAAAAAAAA7s/LFEkjxf1a1g/s1600-h/precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCyw_qGnI/AAAAAAAAA7s/LFEkjxf1a1g/s320/precious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155856422967922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a very interesting looking toy that looked kind of like me. A packet of yum yum chicken popcorn treat and some greenie bones!! I haven't had a chance to eat those treats yet but I'm quite sure I'll enjoy every bit of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGoI/AAAAAAAAA70/SscRoMy6axA/s1600-h/precious2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGoI/AAAAAAAAA70/SscRoMy6axA/s320/precious2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155860717935234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a sweet message from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XMa6tI92aN4/s1600-h/toy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGrI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XMa6tI92aN4/s320/toy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156397588847282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As always, I present you with a series of piktures showing you how much I enjoy my lovely new toy! The body extends and it gets really stretchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/UzgJ7MRtFqQ/s1600-h/toy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/UzgJ7MRtFqQ/s320/toy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156397588847314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chew chew chew..so much loving going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/wNSpkzXLYGk/s1600-h/toy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGqI/AAAAAAAAA8E/wNSpkzXLYGk/s320/toy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155860717935266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The head squeaks a lot...I like that. It makes me get all excited. You know what happens when I get erm...excited right? My evil twin takes over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/kvLL8w7tFhU/s1600-h/toy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzDSQ_qGsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/kvLL8w7tFhU/s320/toy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088156397588847298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going slow..taking it easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGpI/AAAAAAAAA78/yiqT7pP1ka8/s1600-h/toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCzA_qGpI/AAAAAAAAA78/yiqT7pP1ka8/s320/toy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155860717935250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holding on to it so I can check out the long stretchy (FUN FUN FUN!!) body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a video of me playing with Precious's Toy - Take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzabOt3B58Q"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzabOt3B58Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd video of me playing with Precious's Toy - Take 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYSx9pprITE"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yYSx9pprITE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last video of me playing with Precious's Toy - Take 3 (Did you see what my Mom did? She kept using my toy to hurt me!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laxd2QzElds"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laxd2QzElds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know, you guys are expecting some major destuffing opawration right? Firstly, please take another look at the toy - there's nothing much in the middle for me to destuff or make snow with??&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; *DUH*&lt;/span&gt; I may be a brilliant surgeon but there's only so much I can do. But, I did manage to pawsonalise the toy a teeeny weeeeny bit. I shall show you more when I have completed the pawsonalisation exercise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much dear &lt;a href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt; for this gift!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-9015327304852109120?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/9015327304852109120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=9015327304852109120' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/9015327304852109120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/9015327304852109120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/very-precious-gift.html' title='A very Precious Gift.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpzCyg_qGmI/AAAAAAAAA7k/FzlXrSQOUxE/s72-c/mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-2273151250683187109</id><published>2007-07-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:46:36.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for Huskee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvw_qGlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/pCEovOF0icY/s1600-h/huskee+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvw_qGlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/pCEovOF0icY/s320/huskee+after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087072785930000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello everypup &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom is feeling better now and wants to thank everydog &amp; Girl Girl for your well wishes. They must have worked cos she felt well enuff to bring me for a walk today! However, next week, Mom will be attending a Leadership course and will need to bring her laptop along so that means I may not be able to blog as often or even find time to read your blogs. :( Isn't her company mean? Why does she need to attend this silly leadership course? I'm the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALPHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dog at home so why does she need learn how to lead when it's obvious that I am the one in charge. Sheesh. Anyhoo, I digress. Let's move on to more exciting stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; sent me a lovely &lt;a href="http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/06/barkday-presents-galore.html"&gt;barkday present&lt;/a&gt; and I did mention that I loved it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so so&lt;/span&gt; very much. In fact, a little too much I think. I heard that &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; has the exact same toy and it's still in quite good condition. That made me a tad bit worried cos I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*always*&lt;/span&gt; that violent with my toys. I really would not want anydog to stop sending me stuffs just cos I destroy them so quickly. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Luckie's Mom : Oh really? Need I mention what happened to the toy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; sent to you??&lt;/span&gt;) Hey Mom, stop it, I have yet to blog about &lt;a href="http://littlemissyprecious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Precious&lt;/a&gt;'s lovely package to me so don't even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, after much consideration, I realized since we are friends &amp; friends should not have any secrets between them. I will reveal what happened to that lovely Petstages - Dumbbell toy. The images below may be disturbing to you so please bear with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am working on the toy. It was a dumbbell and as you can see, one end of the dumbbell is now at the corner on its own. It has become a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoag_qGeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5V9th1pjpqA/s1600-h/huskee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoag_qGeI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5V9th1pjpqA/s320/huskee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071321346152930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So much stuffing around me. I love making snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/aRtw26FEvRA/s1600-h/huskee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGfI/AAAAAAAAA6s/aRtw26FEvRA/s320/huskee1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071325641120242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard at work and not even looking at the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGgI/AAAAAAAAA60/3cLsg69h4fM/s1600-h/huskee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGgI/AAAAAAAAA60/3cLsg69h4fM/s320/huskee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071325641120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Look how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dexterous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; my paws are! I'm holding it carefully between my paws just so I can chew the top off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGhI/AAAAAAAAA68/q0r2u_1w1uE/s1600-h/huskee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjoaw_qGhI/AAAAAAAAA68/q0r2u_1w1uE/s320/huskee3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071325641120274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chew chew chew..no time to talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpjobA_qGiI/AAAAAAAAA7E/E-ReAUrUP2E/s1600-h/huskee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpjobA_qGiI/AAAAAAAAA7E/E-ReAUrUP2E/s320/huskee4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087071329936087586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Making really good progress here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvg_qGjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0pO0XtGtAI0/s1600-h/huskee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvg_qGjI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0pO0XtGtAI0/s320/huskee5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087072781635033650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention I love making SNOW? Whheeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvg_qGkI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZrliQTaPds0/s1600-h/huskee6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvg_qGkI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ZrliQTaPds0/s320/huskee6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087072781635033666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm..so you think the above piktures are not disturbing enough? Well, I have more. Dad had the audacity to video the entire process of me working on the toy. I have no idea what got into me..I was just so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTO&lt;/span&gt; the toy. I couldn't stop myself at all. Copper's Mom, if you are reading this, don't be too harsh on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cos I don't think he's rough with his toys at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Luckie Loving Huskee's Toy - Take 1&lt;/span&gt; (You know what's farnie? You can hear Mom going "My GOD" when she saw my evil twin take over me and destroy the toy. Beats me why she didn't just grab the toy from me to save it from its premature death. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7U7RCJb1Lo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v7U7RCJb1Lo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luckie Loving Huskee's Toy - Take 2&lt;/span&gt; (You can hear that toy rattling! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; I miss it so much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPNwwSh7mMw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPNwwSh7mMw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Luckie Loving Huskee's Toy - Take 3&lt;/span&gt; (This video was so freaky, I was shaking the toy so hard that one end of the dumbbell just dropped off! I sat up looking all confused and was like WHAT the HELL was going on? And you know what? It rolled back to me on its own! Whoa...wierd huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsZA7gh_yD4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsZA7gh_yD4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckie Loving Huskee's Toy - Take 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kryNlsYx7Lw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kryNlsYx7Lw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a wonderful toy and I'll always remember it. Thank you &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; for introducing that toy to me. I'm sorry it didn't last long. My evil twin just took over. I am really a sweet lovely girl who plays nice with all her toys. All of you will still be my friends right??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;*worried*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/31440675-2273151250683187109?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/2273151250683187109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=2273151250683187109' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2273151250683187109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/2273151250683187109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-one-is-for-huskee.html' title='This one is for Huskee....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rpjpvw_qGlI/AAAAAAAAA7c/pCEovOF0icY/s72-c/huskee+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-8881537612670898965</id><published>2007-07-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:05:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not try this at home.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all that dognuts, Mom has fallen sick today and she's stuck at home. The vet says she has food poisoning. She says it's not the dognuts but something else. Okay...if you say so Mom. Dad was worried and decided to stay home to take care of her too. Me? I'm just glad both of them are at home. It seems like it's already a weekend. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 videos to share today. Ya see, I usually stay in the kitchen area unless my hoomans say it's ok for me to roam around the house. So they decided to make a video of me running out of the kitchen and jumping up onto the couch. I can run really fast and I jump pretty high for somedog with short legs ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take 1 - If you turn your video volume up, I think you can hear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beef Patty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; singing a song called I'd do anything for lurrrvveee but I won't do that. (Luckie's Mom : It's not Beef Patty, it's MEAT LOAF!!) I dunno if he's trying to tell me something about not jumping onto the couch cos I don't think he cares. Just check out how happy I look after jumping up onto the couch. &lt;a href="http://pawsters.blogspot.com/"&gt;Toffee&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to show myself smiling. I'm giving you a video of me smiling instead! I love being on the couch cos it smells of my Dad. haha..he spends so much time watching TV on the couch that I think the couch has his butt imprinted onto it by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybG7IC5hcdA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ybG7IC5hcdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 2 - Taken from another angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoubIm8MREs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoubIm8MREs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, here's the last video. It's an outake showing the making of the earlier videos. You can hear Dad calling for me to come out and Mom screeching NO Luckie NO.  LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_KdqMsRTyk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_KdqMsRTyk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take care of Mom now. I hope you enjoy those videos. :) Do not TRY this at HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-8881537612670898965?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/8881537612670898965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=8881537612670898965' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8881537612670898965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/8881537612670898965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-not-try-this-at-home.html' title='Do not try this at home.....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1467492946276701706</id><published>2007-07-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:52:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dognuts anydog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember I mentioned about those pink dognuts from my Zanies toy recently? Mom decided to get some dognuts of her own! She got them from this shop called &lt;a href="http://donutfactory.com.sg/"&gt;Donut Factory&lt;/a&gt;..hmm..I think they spelt dognuts wrongly. It should be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;D O G N U T&lt;/span&gt; not Donuts for dogs'sake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTOM7PNOFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yY2w--tVHMY/s1600-h/dognuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTOM7PNOFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yY2w--tVHMY/s320/dognuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085916600663357522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, here's all 12 of them. She actually bought 24 of them and gave 12 to her sisters. She mentioned something about sharing the fats. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*oink oink*&lt;/span&gt; There were 12 different flavours but Mom only got chocolate ones cos she's a big fan of chocolate. That's really mean of her cos I can't take any at all. What kind of Mom is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTONLPNOII/AAAAAAAAA6c/LukSWwDSK7Q/s1600-h/dognuts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTONLPNOII/AAAAAAAAA6c/LukSWwDSK7Q/s320/dognuts3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085916604958324866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, there's a missing dognut!! Erm, Dad took one before Mom could take a complete pikture. Sheesh, I thought she could bring them back to get a refund or sumthing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTOM7PNOGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/94-fpjzNPMc/s1600-h/dognuts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTOM7PNOGI/AAAAAAAAA6M/94-fpjzNPMc/s320/dognuts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085916600663357538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently, the hoomans love this flavour the most. It's called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is not for LUCKIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;". Nah, it's actually Double Chocolate. Yup, there's chocolate filling inside. How sinful ~ FAT FAT FAT Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTONLPNOHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Lk2QcaREKs8/s1600-h/dognuts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTONLPNOHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Lk2QcaREKs8/s320/dognuts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085916604958324850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the latest craze in Singapore. The queue can be up to 1 to 3 hours! Yeah, and each hooman is only allowed to buy 2 dozens. In case you are wondering, Mom did not queue that long cos she was the first few in the queue and this is not the first time she has queued for these silly dognuts. She's so silly, if only she asked me, I would have given her my pink zanies dognuts for free! She should be lucky her boss didn't catch her in the queue during office hours! LOL! (The shop is just below her office, at the shopping mall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has also tried &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/a&gt; before and she says they were good (more flavours but she doesn't like those glazed ones) despite the 20 odd hours flight back from Chicago to Singapore. Yeah, she insisted Dad brought back dognuts for her when he travelled to US. Is she nuts or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one thing to say - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Moment on your Lips, Forever on your Hips&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck Mom.&lt;br /&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/31440675-1467492946276701706?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1467492946276701706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1467492946276701706' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1467492946276701706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1467492946276701706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/dognuts-anydog.html' title='Dognuts anydog?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpTOM7PNOFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yY2w--tVHMY/s72-c/dognuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1934202687863406612</id><published>2007-07-10T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:10:50.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been *FURMINATED*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello my frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A couple of days ago, my Mom came back with a package smiling and mumbling to herself about some super quick delivery and can't wait to get started. So I thought it was probably another pressie for me or perhaps Mom was high on her magix mushrooms again so yeah, I didn't really pay much attention to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So last Sunday, we went out for our usual evening walk/jog thingy and then I had my dreaded weekly bath. I know you must be wondering how I kept up with my hoomans while they &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;attempted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to jog. Well, what can I say? I thought I saw those hooman pups go past us on their dogcycles, but I could be wrong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*snigger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then she whipped out this new torture device. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A BABY FURMINATOR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085402248264890434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpL6ZrPNOEI/AAAAAAAAA58/JuvW61S2Y3w/s320/BlueFurm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She started to furminate me and after the first few strokes, she &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*nearly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; removed all my fur. Ok, maybe not. ha ha..but I sure felt nekkid after my furminator experience. Check out the fur she removed after a few skillful strokes of the comb. I thought she did pretty ok considering I was jumping around trying to bite the furminator's handle. She usually uses a fine tooth comb on me (with no handle) so I can't quite bring myself to ignore the tempting furminator handle. It looks nice enough for me to chew on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085402243969923122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpL6ZbPNODI/AAAAAAAAA50/JF8UtdNNHKw/s320/furmininator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't quite say I enjoyed it, but it wasn't too bad. Mom says my hair feels so much smoother. (That's total rubbish. My hair has always been silky smooth!) She bought the baby (small) size and it's just the right size for me. But Mom says that she still needs to use a fine tooth comb on my delicate ears and my tail cos the furminator was just too big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, just for the local doggies, Mom bought it off Ebay (US$13+) and delivery took less than a week. She wasn't sure if it would work for me cos my hair isn't really that thick (I'm single-coat) but after reading the reviews from the rest of the DWB buddies who used it before, she decided to go ahead with the purchase. Hmmm...I think I could grow to like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS : Hey &lt;a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tad&lt;/a&gt; ~ I'm sure you are glad Massah will never furminate you for sure huh? hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-1934202687863406612?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1934202687863406612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1934202687863406612' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1934202687863406612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1934202687863406612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-been-furminated.html' title='I have been *FURMINATED*'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpL6ZrPNOEI/AAAAAAAAA58/JuvW61S2Y3w/s72-c/BlueFurm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7604520324866016381</id><published>2007-07-08T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:30:48.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please vote for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear frenz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How has your weekend been going? My hoomans are driving me crazy with their baking and cooking mumbo jumbo in the kitchen. I try my very best to help them so poor me have been busy going up and down the area helping to keep everything neat and tidy. I hate crumbs and food on the floor. What else can I do but help to eat everything that falls from the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt; has norminated me for &lt;a href="http://www.dogswithblogs.com.au/bonezone/viewforum.php?f=14&amp;sid=2bc3b3d2e6d0fd4df40d1a587669a7bb"&gt;July's Awesome Blog Award&lt;/a&gt;! I'm not too sure if I'm good enough to win the award as I realised that past winners and nominees have such awesome blogs so I definitely need to work harder. When I first started my blog, I didn't even know what I was going to write about or even if I could have any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt; interesting for you to read.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; *sighz*&lt;/span&gt; Check out my very first post &lt;a href="http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi-everyone-this-is-my-very-1st-post.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Can't believe I wrote that crap. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to compile a list of reasons why you visit my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You enjoy watching Dr Luckie in action. Every delicate opawration is special and is documented for your sick perverse enjoyment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You enjoy watching me play BANG my Mom. I really need to work on my tricks. Just look at the tricks my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://amberspersonaldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber-Mae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; performs!!! By the way, Amber is also nominated for&lt;a href="http://www.dogswithblogs.com.au/bonezone/viewtopic.php?t=437&amp;sid=ee590ef5cf1bebc5767410273dcd2b78"&gt; July's Awesome Blog Award&lt;/a&gt; so GO Team AMBER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wish you had your very own stuffy toy with underpants too so you can RIP his pants off over and over. But since you don't have one, you come to my blog to watch me RIP Mr Brown Bear's underpants off. I just realised after RIPPING those pants off, I can perform my opawration on them and then it's RIP again. This time Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You enjoy my Mom's photography and you think blurry pikctures are oh so artistic. Everytime you see Dad's piktures, you think he knows nutz about taking pikctures. *Mom made me write this under duress*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have nothing else to read and since I left a comment on your blog, you decided to check out my blog. That works for me too...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey, I guess at the end of the day, it doesn't matter why you visit my blog as long as you like reading about me and my life in Singapore. And to all my Singapore friends, you already know what life in Singapore is like, so you probably just enjoy reading about me. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So when the polls opens, I hope you'll take some time to head over to &lt;a href="http://www.dogswithblogs.com.au/bonezone/"&gt;DWB&lt;/a&gt; to cast your votes for your favourite blogs. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Fellow daschies, vote for me won't you?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a side note, here are some piktures of me enjoy my dumbbell toy from &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt;. These piktures sure bring back some lovely memories. It was fun while it lasted (not very long). I'm sill contemplating if I should post those aftermath piktures and videos of me in action cos I don't want you guys to think that I'm a violent girl. I advocate making LURVE not WAR!! I do...I really do!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum..chewing away on those knotted ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmLPNN_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/0g9PPB2J8LA/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmLPNN_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/0g9PPB2J8LA/s320/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084707571664500722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention one end of the toy squeaks and the other end of the toy rattles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmbPNOAI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ww3CSUSfyts/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmbPNOAI/AAAAAAAAA5c/ww3CSUSfyts/s320/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084707575959468034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh..this is so therapeutic. Check out those knotted strings and ribbons at both ends, I removed them all. Not a single one left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmrPNOBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Oc18G9Dk9HU/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmrPNOBI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Oc18G9Dk9HU/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084707580254435346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's me working with Dad to give him the shot he wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCm7PNOCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eJ8rjfUOC9c/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCm7PNOCI/AAAAAAAAA5s/eJ8rjfUOC9c/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084707584549402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One last thing, I managed to get hold of Mom's credit card and I have some stuffy toys with underpants to give away! So until I figure out what's the best way to give them away, stay tuned okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/31440675-7604520324866016381?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/7604520324866016381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=7604520324866016381' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7604520324866016381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/7604520324866016381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-vote-for-me.html' title='Please vote for me!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RpCCmLPNN_I/AAAAAAAAA5U/0g9PPB2J8LA/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-3461450882872251927</id><published>2007-07-06T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:47:18.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock....Who's there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have you ever had an unexpected visitor to your house? Well, two Saturdays ago (yeah, Mom took a very long time to get the piktures ready), the doorbell rang and my hoomans weren't expecting anyone in particular to visit (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They have no FRIENDZ - but that's another story altogether&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) so they kept staring into the peephole wondering who was it. But not me, I knew who it was right from the moment! I could &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*SMELL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was little &lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; with her parents. I kept barking at Mom to open the door. Seriously, it's rude to keep them waiting right? Reina's Mom did some baking together with Nachos's Mom and they brought me some yummlicious cookies. Look at the package, it says SURPRISE!!! And I lurrrveee Surprises!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083893928764979154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ro2el7PNN9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Kzjmyjclk9o/s320/Reina+Cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mom forgot to take a pikture of those cookies inside. I had them for breakfast over the next few days. Oh dog, they were soooo good while they lasted. Thank you so much for thinking about me, &lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://bratsathome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nachos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The hoomans were busy chatting and I think they kinda forgot to take piktures of us. I showed &lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; around my home. She checked out my toys, drank from my water bowl and even slept in my bed! I was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;*totally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cool about that. I watched her when she played with my toys, I have no issues with sharing. She must have been thirsty cos it was a hot day so after she took a sip of water, I decided I was thirsty too and wanted to drink. Okayyy...so I wanted to know if my water tasted different after she drank from it. When she got into my bed, I waiting for her to come out so we could play. Too bad, her parents said they had to GO (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They really shouldn't drink that much water since they are out for the whole day...tsk tsk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) With their good toilet manners (I guess they felt shy using my pee tray), we said good bye to them. I sure hope to see them soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083893924470011826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ro2elrPNN7I/AAAAAAAAA40/mW6GFUJCz-8/s320/Reina+Cookies+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Those cookies were da BOMB. Mom kept opening the bag to look at them. I hope she didn't steal them for herself. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083893928764979138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ro2el7PNN8I/AAAAAAAAA48/OOk7hOeWOVU/s320/Reina+Cookies+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look at me enjoying it.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*chomp chomp chomp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I made sure all crumbs were licked off the floor too. I hate to waste food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083893937354913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ro2embPNN-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/kN8dqe_9F7Y/s320/mess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll end off this post with a pikture of me after my opawration on the yellow end of the dumbbell featured in the last entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-3461450882872251927?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/3461450882872251927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=3461450882872251927' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3461450882872251927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/3461450882872251927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/knock-knockwhos-there.html' title='Knock Knock....Who&apos;s there?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Ro2el7PNN9I/AAAAAAAAA5E/Kzjmyjclk9o/s72-c/Reina+Cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-1156578027743248912</id><published>2007-07-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:58:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zanies Zanies Zanies...give me MORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey everydog &amp; Girl Girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've finally gotten my paws on my new Zany Toy which happens to be part of my Barkday haul. Yipeeeee ~ Mom is such a stingy poker and she says my toys need to be rationed because I have been performing my opawrations at an alarming speed. She claims that she "cannot keep up" with me and will soon be broke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only reason why she cannot keep up with me is she's OLD and therefore SLOW. It has absolutely nothing to do with my speed of my opawration. And the reason why she is broke? She eats way too much for her own good. Tsk tsk...Just last night, I saw her snacking on some magix mushrooms. That got me a little worried cos I remembered what happened to &lt;a href="http://sillysuki.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suki&lt;/a&gt; when she came across some mushrooms! I will try to investigate more about this mushroom incident and keep you guys posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here are some piktures of me working it with my new toy. It has 5 pink dognut rings with two bone (with squeakers of course) at the end. The centre is a bungee like thingy which stretches, oh what fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083240148843181922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL-7PNN2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/7T3e9wdGt7k/s320/new+zanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hard at work. These Zanies are da BOMB!! I heard &lt;a href="http://huskeeboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Huskee&lt;/a&gt; really digs them too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083240153138149234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL_LPNN3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/1iLvZJDtgq8/s320/new+zanie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me - wrestling with my toy. Mom's lousy photography skills coupled with our old camera didn't stand a chance at all. She couldn't even get a decent shot of me. ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083240153138149250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL_LPNN4I/AAAAAAAAA4c/pk_yj8xQu3c/s320/new+zanie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the end result. I hope you liked what I did. I removed all the 5 pink dognut rings. Another successful opawration I say. This took me erm..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083240157433116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL_bPNN5I/AAAAAAAAA4k/QYhw85lN8jk/s320/new+zanie+3+-+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Mom thinks she's being very smart by trying to recycle my toys. She put the pink dognut rings into another Zany Toy. What can I say? She's a stingy poker right? Don't tell Mom, but this revamped Zany Toy is really quite fun too. I've been spending a lot of my time removing the dognuts and Mom will have to put them back again and again. The yellow end is supposed to be round and by right it should contain a squeaker like the green end. But I had already done some remodelling prior to this so yes, it's no longer in its original condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083240161728083874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL_rPNN6I/AAAAAAAAA4s/PnmzfB0RYq4/s320/new+zanie+3+-+modified.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a video of me playing with my toy. It's awesome. It was fun while it lasted. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_9xz6UDXYA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/31440675-1156578027743248912?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/1156578027743248912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=1156578027743248912' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1156578027743248912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/1156578027743248912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/zanies-zanies-zaniesgive-me-more.html' title='Zanies Zanies Zanies...give me MORE!'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RotL-7PNN2I/AAAAAAAAA4M/7T3e9wdGt7k/s72-c/new+zanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-6359628805125374528</id><published>2007-07-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:28:23.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pressies...is it still my Barkday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been really creative lately and it seems like I cannot stop opawrating on my toys. This morning, another Mr Brown Bear had his very successful lipawsuction. Mom didn't seem too impressed cos she was already late for work and had to pick up all of Mr Brown Bear's stuffings scattered oh so artistically around my play area. She did have time to stop to take a pikture though (and that's despite the fact she was going to be late &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyhoo, this post is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*totally*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long overdue. I had already opened those lovely barkday pressies from &lt;a href="http://sunshadethesuperdale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshade&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; eons ago. But that's ok right? Better late than never I say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look what I got from &lt;a href="http://sunshadethesuperdale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunshade&lt;/a&gt;!! A really cute looking card with a chocolate-tan daschie in front. Oh dog, that dawg looks sooo much like me. We could be twins! She also sent me some yum yum treats and a toy that looks like me too. I did not get to eat the treats *yet* cos I am on a diet. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774067582154482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkFbPNNvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/to4-tIMxf6Q/s320/sunshade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a closer look at both dachsies from her. Mom took one look at the stuffy toy and decided that it's not for me and it's meant for her instead. She says it should be displayed somewhere for us to admire from afar. How ridiculous! Whoever came up with the idea of displaying stuffy toys must be crazy. So, she took it away from me and now she claims it's sitting on her office table. I'm quite sure she took away the stuffy toy to opawrate on it just like what I do. (Luckie's Mom : No, I didn't do that. Stop being so dramatic, Luckie. It's very unbecoming.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774071877121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkFrPNNwI/AAAAAAAAA3c/6O_KI6wZIRg/s320/sunshade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check out what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sunshadethesuperdale.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunshade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wrote in her card. :) Yes, I can read pwetty well on my own. We can't always depend on our hoomans can we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774071877121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkFrPNNxI/AAAAAAAAA3k/cOyfqoV8bUA/s320/sunshade2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little &lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; also sent me a barkday pressie. There was a Winnie the Pooh T-shirt and a lovely card! There was a cute little duckie on the card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774071877121826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkFrPNNyI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2Plj_jLs0jQ/s320/reina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reina&lt;/a&gt; told me she has the exact same top in a smaller size too! Will you post a pikture on your blog to show us? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774076172089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkF7PNNzI/AAAAAAAAA30/Qf6txuWeNSM/s320/reina1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to pose with my new T-shirt. I realised I'm not too good with this modelling business. You can't see it from here but it says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Winnie The Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; across my chest!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082776812066256722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RommlLPNN1I/AAAAAAAAA4E/0xQl88sz5Ug/s320/reina3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another shot of me lying on my side. I am not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*fat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; okay? The T-shirt just slided up my body cos it was loose. Think about it, if it was tight on me, it wouldn't move an inch at all no matter how I move around right? And yes, Mr Brown Bear had to be in the pikture too. He's such an attention seeker sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And &lt;a href="http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wally&lt;/a&gt;, you do have a sharp eye for details. Yes, I'm lying on the PANDA mat again. I'm not sure if Pandas need to wipe their feet cos we never had Pandas over for dinner before. Mom wants me to tell everydog &amp; Girl Girl that we do change our floor mats and we have more than ONE Panda mat. Seriously, I don't think you guys care right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082776807771289410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/Rommk7PNN0I/AAAAAAAAA38/LiW-O5BBh78/s320/reina2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those were lovely pressies and I promise to cherish them. :) Thanks for much my dear frenz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-6359628805125374528?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/6359628805125374528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=6359628805125374528' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6359628805125374528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/6359628805125374528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-pressiesis-it-still-my-barkday.html' title='More Pressies...is it still my Barkday?'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RomkFbPNNvI/AAAAAAAAA3U/to4-tIMxf6Q/s72-c/sunshade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-712136119462013710</id><published>2007-06-29T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:12:43.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how I play with Mr Brown Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello dear frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have been spreading my love for Mr Brown Bear &amp; his friends (Mr Chicken &amp;amp; Mr Sheep) who all wear really cute looking underpants to my buddies like &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://justmecopper.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copper&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://hersheythedoglet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hershey&lt;/a&gt;! I hope they have as much fun with them as I do. I was particularly inspired by &lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt;'s recent post about how she ripped off the underpants from Mr Brown Bear. Well, I do that too all the time if you have been reading my older posts. Just in case you forget, I'll like to show you how I rip off Mr Brown Bear's underpants &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MY WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyhoo, Mr Brown Bear has a name too - he's Alfred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6UIH1TuVFI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch how I do my famous high jumps just to grab Mr Bear- yes, I can jump pretty high for somedog with short legs huh? Mom keeps taunting me non-stop with those tempting underpants. She's a real meanie.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; *sighz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been wanting to show you one of my better opawration on my stuffies and here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before Opawration&lt;/strong&gt; - I had already done some groundwork. Removing his ears, eyes and some of his leg. I can't remember what happened to his underpants. But that's not too important right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081326058013013682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_ILPNNrI/AAAAAAAAA20/qL8v39-MecM/s320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's me working hard on him. It's never easy to perform such a delicate opawration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081326062307980994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_IbPNNsI/AAAAAAAAA28/et_IS4RkWXY/s320/at+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so engrossed in my opawration that I didn't even noticed Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081326062307981010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_IbPNNtI/AAAAAAAAA3E/g1QyFywYljw/s320/at+work1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was really tired after working so hard on him. That's me taking a rest. Pardon my messy ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081326062307981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_IbPNNuI/AAAAAAAAA3M/2WaueMchN3k/s320/at+work2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, I haven't showed you how he looked like after his opawration huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Opawration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081326058013013666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_ILPNNqI/AAAAAAAAA2s/EyjvxEcJdy4/s320/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Considering I did this with my paws only, I think it has to be one of my best &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever!! Woo hoo!! Now that I removed all the stuffing and even turned him inside out, Mom can simply fill him up with new stuffings - I wouldn't mind treats inside, put in a new squeaker or maybe two, sew new underpants for him and he's ready to pawty again! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a wonderful weekend ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-712136119462013710?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/712136119462013710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=712136119462013710' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/712136119462013710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/712136119462013710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-how-i-play-with-mr-brown-bear.html' title='This is how I play with Mr Brown Bear'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoR_ILPNNrI/AAAAAAAAA20/qL8v39-MecM/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-527420672882533232</id><published>2007-06-27T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T13:36:05.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh..let me tell you a little secret....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hanathedog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me to reveal a little more about my family so I sat down with my Mom and we had a serious heart to heart talk about this. This wasn't easy cos my hoomans are very shy and I wasn't sure how much they would like to share. I'm sorry to say this but there will be no piktures cos they say I need to respect their privacy (seriously, what about MINE???? Don't even get me started) and no names to be mentioned. Darn, this is even tougher than interviewing Paris Hilton or Britney Spears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So if you are still reading this and thinking what else is there for me to read? Here's a little more about my family. Mom works for a huge US company and she's involved in &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*boring*&lt;/span&gt; risk management stuff. Her company dabbles in all sorts of businesses (that's why I say it's hugeeeeeee!!) and has a long history since 1800s. Her office is located at &lt;a href="http://www.sunteccity.com.sg/"&gt;Suntec City&lt;/a&gt;. It is a shopping mall, convention &amp; exhibition centre and commercial offices packed into one place. Now you'll probably want to know what's the big deal about this place...you see, the office towers (there are 5 of them) are built around the world's largest &lt;a href="http://www.sunteccity.com.sg/fountain/index.htm"&gt;fountain&lt;/a&gt;. The 5 office towers represent a palm and this has something to do with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feng_Shui"&gt;Fengshui&lt;/a&gt;. Mom leads a boring &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt; life and she spends her free time going to the gym (she's a gym freak!!), surfing internet (she hogs the laptop!!), reading trashy romance novels &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt; or watching korean dramas. Oh wait, scratch that sentence, cos I want Mom to devote all her free time to me me me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dad, on the other hand, is an engineer and he too works for another big US company dealing in cellular and communication devices. Perhaps your hoomans may be using the cellular phone manufactured by that company. I'm not familiar with the history of his company but I do know they do lotsa of advertising all over USA (and the rest of the world) and I just realised &lt;a href="http://tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tads&lt;/a&gt; lives in the state where Dad went for his business trip this year. He loves photography and is always trying hard to improve his skills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My hoomans met online donkey years ago on this IRC thingy and they started dating for the longest time ever - through their school days, Dad serving his National Service, starting work. You see, it is compulsory for male hoomans to enter the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Service_in_Singapore"&gt;National Service&lt;/a&gt; in Singapore by the time they are 18 years old (or older depending if they are studying at that time). The duration can be between 2 to 2.5 years but it has been shortened to 2 years now. This is also true for Korea where the male hoomans need to serve their nation before they are 30 years old. Anyhoo, before I ramble on and on, my hoomans got me before they were officially married. They got married last year and yes, it was indeed a bootiful wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am the only dog at home and I think I do a great job of watching the house when the hoomans go out to work. There are many langauges spoken here in Singapore. We speak mostly English &amp;amp; Mandarin at home so I am effectively bilingual. The hoomans also speak dialects like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cantonese"&gt;Cantonese&lt;/a&gt; (Dad's a Cantonese) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hokkien"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/a&gt; (Mom's a Hokkien) too. Another interesting thing you may want to know, Mom understands and speaks Malay too because her grandparents are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peranakans"&gt;Straits Born Chinese or Peranakans&lt;/a&gt;. Her grandparents speak mostly English, Malay and some dialects. Long time ago, many chinese hoomans travelled from provinces in China to other parts of the world. Cantonese is commonly spoken in Hong Kong and Hokkien in Taiwan. These two countries have a large chinese community. I hope you take some time to check out these links cos it can help you to understand the culture in Singapore a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080589741704689282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoHhc7PNNoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/r__88VP_aF8/s320/park4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you Mom &amp; Dad! Mom loves this pikture cos I'm looking at her with so much lurrve in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080589741704689298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoHhc7PNNpI/AAAAAAAAA2k/t78Gpa_PSzE/s320/park7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to tag 3 frenz for this so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://reinadoxie.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eldiariodelorenza.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lorenza&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.tadpoleslifepond.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tads&lt;/a&gt;, you're IT! Tell us a little more about your family. I may not be able to post any piktures of my hoomans (afterall, this is my blog, I wouldn't want you to freak out after you've seen them) but I have a little surprise so drop me an &lt;a href="mailto:ssmilezz@gmail.com"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31440675-527420672882533232?l=luckiethedachie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/feeds/527420672882533232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31440675&amp;postID=527420672882533232' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/527420672882533232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31440675/posts/default/527420672882533232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luckiethedachie.blogspot.com/2007/06/shhhlet-me-tell-you-little-secret.html' title='Shhh..let me tell you a little secret....'/><author><name>Luckie Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14811409186621518273</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://img249.imageshack.us/img249/2842/pc252511framedtt5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_axLW4Y9E-qE/RoHhc7PNNoI/AAAAAAAAA2c/r__88VP_aF8/s72-c/park4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31440675.post-7437563625550437904</id><published>2007-06-25T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:16:36.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break feat Piper the Corgi Escape Artiste Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hiya frenz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is a really
