<?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-13958009</id><updated>2011-12-01T22:43:21.633-08:00</updated><category term='foods'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='move'/><title type='text'>Sadie's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog. It's for when Momma is away from the compooter, which seems like never. I have lots of adventures and I'll tell you about them when no hoomans are around.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-8621552673921600587</id><published>2008-03-08T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:48:08.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First off, my berfday is coming up in like ten days. I'm gonna be five years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Secondly...Momma and Daddy is getting married! They gonna get married this summer and I don't get to go. *wimper* Oh well. I guess I'll be okay with that. But Momma is gonna go away again. She went bye-bye for five days last month and I missed her lots. And she says she's going to go away again at the end of May so she can get ready for the wedding. She says she's also going away in two weeks for a whole week so she can go visit Gramma. I'm not too happy about this. I might need to go chew up her suitcases so she can't go bye-bye without me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's a couple pictures of me in case you forgots what I looked like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175550474264908018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/R9M_vC-qEPI/AAAAAAAAABU/JJT0RHG97m0/s320/byebye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come Momma! Let's go to Gramma's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175551509352026370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/R9NArS-qEQI/AAAAAAAAABc/5zHz0gx5GkU/s320/drive.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Okay, I'll drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175552428475027746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/R9NBgy-qESI/AAAAAAAAABs/ndbFDCmEZNw/s320/sleepydaddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sleeping with Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-8621552673921600587?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8621552673921600587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=8621552673921600587&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8621552673921600587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8621552673921600587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-news.html' title='Big News....'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/R9M_vC-qEPI/AAAAAAAAABU/JJT0RHG97m0/s72-c/byebye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-2832831051052003758</id><published>2007-11-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:44:04.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to runned away...</title><content type='html'>I really did. See, first off Daddy blocked off the gate outside with this wood stuff. I guess they are gonna put a new gate in and while they do that, they have to take the old gate off. So to keep me in the yards, they blocked it off. So this morning, I had to go outside and was bugging Momma, so she looked outside and saw that the gates were closed, so she let me out. I hung by her for a bit to make her feel safe and then I went over to the garage door. She followed, but by the time she got there, I was already outsides! Daddy had the big garage door open! So I went esploring! Momma followed me and then Daddy camed running up. So I runned from him. I runned all the way down the street. Then Daddy caught me and I had to go inside in my crate. I was just esploring Momma. If Daddy wouldn't have chased me, I wouldn't have runned down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-2832831051052003758?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2832831051052003758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=2832831051052003758&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/2832831051052003758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/2832831051052003758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-tried-to-runned-away.html' title='I tried to runned away...'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-4975381946860837293</id><published>2007-10-13T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T19:06:44.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, the Disappearing Dog!</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody! Sorry I haven't been around a lot lately, but Momma had to go back to workie. Now, Daddy is away and I have to stay in my yard. At least, that's what Momma thinks. The other day, Momma was gone for A LONG TIME. So I gots out. I met some nice peoples and they kept bringing me back, but Momma wasn't there. And some of these peoples were stoopid. They put me in the front yard. The front yard has like a two-foot fence. I can get out of that like nothing! So I got out of the yard 4 times! And then Momma camed and found me. Then she locked me in the crate and I have to stay there. Since Daddy tied the crate together, I can't break out of that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's home for the weekend though. That's nice. I gets to sleepy on the bed. And now that Daddy is gone, I gets to snuggle with the Momma! And Momma takes me for walks now! She didn't tonight, but that's because she's sickie. But that means I gets lots of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramma came to visit in July. And she brought me my own husky! If you look at &lt;a href="http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dustydoodles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; you can see the picture. Momma's sickie, like I said, so I don't wanna go posting pictures until I know they are the compooter. Mamma keeps forgeting to put them on there for me. (Too many little wires for my paws to mess with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-4975381946860837293?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4975381946860837293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=4975381946860837293&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/4975381946860837293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/4975381946860837293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-disappearing-dog.html' title='Me, the Disappearing Dog!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-2699340438268353658</id><published>2007-07-09T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:48:16.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foods'/><title type='text'>Bad Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to be a good dog, but I seem to keep getting in trouble lately. See, Momma moved us and then Daddy moved in with us, so there is stuff everywhere! In boxes and bags, it's great for searching through. Well, every time I do that, I get in trouble. Usually from Daddy, but he doesn't get mad at me like Momma does. Yeah, he puts my no&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpKB9bWnBLI/AAAAAAAAABE/s8rAoPqIyCI/s1600-h/foodbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085269821569303730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpKB9bWnBLI/AAAAAAAAABE/s8rAoPqIyCI/s320/foodbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se in whatever I did, but his "bad girl" sounds like "good girl" to me. It's all in the way he says it. Momma's gonna talk to him, I know it. I wish she wouldn't. Then I could keep doing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gots out of my crate one day last week. Momma and Daddy had gone for a long time. Well, the last time they had brought foods home for me, it was in a BIG bag. The filled up my bucket of foods and then there was still some in the bag, so they were feeding me out of that. Well, when I gots out of my crate, I noticed the bag was still sitting on top of my foods bucket, so I snatched it and ope&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpKCRLWnBMI/AAAAAAAAABM/782-eOlXTis/s1600-h/foodbucket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085270160871720130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpKCRLWnBMI/AAAAAAAAABM/782-eOlXTis/s320/foodbucket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ned it to see if there was foods in there. No foods. Well, then Momma and Daddy came home and I gots locked back in my crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was no foods in my bag, I figured I check out my bucket. There was lots of foods in my bucket! So I had extra breakfasts because Momma forgot to lock my foods up again! I've done this before, but this was the first time Momma had the camera. I guess Daddy told her about it. Momma tends to be forgetful, especially in the mornings when she's still sleepy. I try to wakes her up, but she just rolls over and snuggles Daddy. Oh well. She eventually gets up and feeds me, or else Daddy does. Daddy's good about that. If Momma doesn't get up, Daddy does.&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/13958009-2699340438268353658?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2699340438268353658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=2699340438268353658&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/2699340438268353658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/2699340438268353658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-dog.html' title='Bad Dog'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpKB9bWnBLI/AAAAAAAAABE/s8rAoPqIyCI/s72-c/foodbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-8631518456593729638</id><published>2007-07-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:28:24.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Days of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's hot here. Like really hot. Like my feets hurt when I walk on the sand. Momma says she'll get me booties, but I won't wear them. So what have I been doing while it has been so hot outside? Sleepin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084582197305214066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpAQkbWnBHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PTTJZLaq0gI/s320/hallway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am sleeping in the hallway. I'm trying to block Momma and Daddy in the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084582575262336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpAQ6bWnBII/AAAAAAAAAAs/hythKSBpsRo/s320/hiding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am hiding under the bed. Well, I can't quite fit under the bed, but I'm hiding anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084582858730177682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpARK7WnBJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tg3mT2Vw9cI/s320/bathtub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am sleeping in the bathtub. I even brought my ball with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084583361241351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpARoLWnBKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/CzpEBMPZd50/s320/tummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am sleeping on the beds. I like the beds. It's comfy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know it's hot everywhere. How are the rest of you pups dealing with it? Well, it's not hot everywhere. I know &lt;a href="http://gruffpuppy.blogspot.com"&gt;Charlie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://originalgruffpuppy.blogspot.com"&gt;Opy&lt;/a&gt; are having winter right now, while the rest of us pups fry. Momma hasn't set up my simmin pool yet because it's SO hot! Maybe I'll convince her to set it up tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-8631518456593729638?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8631518456593729638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=8631518456593729638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8631518456593729638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8631518456593729638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/07/dog-days-of-summer.html' title='Dog Days of Summer'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RpAQkbWnBHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PTTJZLaq0gI/s72-c/hallway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-3061137418410616667</id><published>2007-06-27T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:35:28.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my New Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RoM4NrWnBGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lfA0p78wLak/s1600-h/IM000984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080966612231062626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RoM4NrWnBGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lfA0p78wLak/s320/IM000984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a picture of me with my new Daddy on the beds. He doesn't like Puppy Kisses, but I'm giving him kisses here. He plays with me lots too. And he even feeds me my foods in the morning if Momma doesn't wanna get up. He has this idea that I need to be in a bedroom when they are gone. I don't mind my crate. We'll just have to see if Momma talks him out of it. I don't think he knows how much trouble I can get into in a bedroom! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy now also has glasses like Momma. They have to wear them or they are blinds. I like it when they are blinds. Then they can't see me gets into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've finally laid on the couch. It's not that comfy. I still like laying on the beds better. I'm so lucky that Momma lets me lay on the beds. I know most of you Puppy's parents don't let you on the beds. You should sneak up onto them. Unless of course, your parents close the door to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-3061137418410616667?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3061137418410616667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=3061137418410616667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3061137418410616667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3061137418410616667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/06/pickures-of-my-new-daddy.html' title='Pictures of my New Daddy'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/RoM4NrWnBGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lfA0p78wLak/s72-c/IM000984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-3382930934887902615</id><published>2007-06-09T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:53:00.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'>Lots to Blog</title><content type='html'>Lots has been going on, EveryPuppy. First off, Momma gots me a new Daddy. He's really nice. He plays with me lots. And then, Momma moved me. That sucked. I had to stay in The Crate a whole lot while Momma and Daddy cleaned the other house. And at the new house, there's all kinds of smells. There were other puppies here and kitties. The old Momma and Daddy left puppy toys in one of the drawers, but Momma gave those back, een though I really wanted to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new house is BIG! I can play fetch in the bedroom! And the living room was huge too, until Momma and Daddy moved the couch in. I still haven't got up on the couch cuz I'm being a good girl. But when we gots to the new house, I runned out of foods! Well, I had enough for breakfast, but then we had to go to the Puppy Store and gets me more foods. Momma had a coupon thingie and her Puppy Card so she said that was the cheapest my foods EVER was. And then I got a cheeseyburger from Mickey Ds. But Momma says she'll never get my cheeseyburgers from them anymore. They were messy! Momma still has to find my file folder so she can tell the microchip people our new address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, EveryPuppy, I'm gonna go now. Pictures later when Momma gets her camera hooked up and her own computer hooked up too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-3382930934887902615?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3382930934887902615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=3382930934887902615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3382930934887902615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3382930934887902615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/06/lots-to-blog.html' title='Lots to Blog'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-8205598876383457630</id><published>2007-03-24T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:57:55.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Spa</title><content type='html'>Momma mades me an appointment at the puppy spa today. We were late because Auntie Jen was running behind. When we gots there, I wanted to go with Momma, but then Momma said it was the puppy spa, so I wents with the nice lady. I tried to convince them to leave my nose collar there, but Momma noticed and they went and gots it. Darn. I thought I was rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now all white and pretty again. Momma says I was icky. I don't know the difference. Time to go outside and roll in the dirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-8205598876383457630?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8205598876383457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=8205598876383457630&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8205598876383457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/8205598876383457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/03/puppy-spa.html' title='Puppy Spa'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-4880167805853847587</id><published>2007-03-18T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T07:35:56.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's my Berfday!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/Rf1JrT1GoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IIdlTm8vpfg/s1600-h/birthdaygirl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043268166131032162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/Rf1JrT1GoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IIdlTm8vpfg/s320/birthdaygirl2.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my berfday! I am 4 years old today. I even gots a card in the mail for me! It's from the puppy store and I gets to go there today and pick out my very own toy! And then I get a cheeseyburger, Momma says. I can't wait. But Momma has to go to Church first so that means I have to go in my Crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for a long walk yesterday. I did okay, Momma says. But there were other doggies that I wanted to play with and they woofed at me. And then there was this thing shooting something out of it all over the grass and the sidewalk. I didn't know what it was. Momma says it was a sprinkler and it was just water, but I don't believe her. It's some kinda stoopid automatic bath thing, I know it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Everypup, you need to tell your hoomans this: &lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/oc/po/firmrecalls/menu03_07.html"&gt;http://www.fda.gov/oc/po/firmrecalls/menu03_07.html&lt;/a&gt; There are pups DYING because of their foods. And the people who makes the foods don't know why! The list is very long of the foods that are contaminated. It's a lot of foods that I USED to eat, but I don't anymores. Foods like Ol' Roy, Eukanuba, and Nutro Max. Momma buys me Blue Buffalo. I like it lots. So Everypup, go check your foods. If it has any of those lables on it that's on that webpage, go throw it away. Be careful, your hoomans may not know yet so they may think you are just hungry. But DON'T EAT IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/Rf1MeT1GoHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G3V9SMcwuZU/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043271241327616114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/Rf1MeT1GoHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/G3V9SMcwuZU/s200/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I promised, here's a picture of the simmin pool when it frozed over. Yep, that's the Momma's simmin pool when it was SOOOO cold I had an ice rink in my yard. Yes, the desert does get cold. And it gets REALLY hot in the summer. But we didn't get any snow, though the weatherman said we could've.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barking of weather, it's been hot here. Not like Summer Hot, but just hotter than normal for this time of year. Momma says it's almost hot enough to get my simmin pool out and filled. I wouldn't mind. As long as it doesn't frozed over like her's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that is all I want to say. Expect more pictures later when I go to the puppy store. Momma says she's gonna bring the camera so I can takes pictures of my trip. Hopefully there are pups there to talk to about the foods. I think the puppy store would know about it. Probably my foods is gonna be the ONLY foods you can buy! Lukcy me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-4880167805853847587?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4880167805853847587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=4880167805853847587&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/4880167805853847587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/4880167805853847587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-my-berfday.html' title='Today&apos;s my Berfday!!!!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Uo73Vr0TwUE/Rf1JrT1GoGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IIdlTm8vpfg/s72-c/birthdaygirl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-3008430105789039091</id><published>2007-02-17T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:59:20.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Sickie</title><content type='html'>Hey all you pups! I'm back! No, I didn't runned away again. Momma's just been working lots and I can't get on the computer if she locks me outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to tell and will eventually get to it all, but I have to say that Momma is sickie. She's been doing that coughing thing all day and she took a hot bath and she's been snuggling with me. We did play fetch today though. I did very good. I brought the ball back almost every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma came home the other week with treats for me! She said that someone at her workie gave them to her for me! So I have cookies and goodies from Momma's friend. And it wasn't even my berfday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barking of berfdays, mine is coming up in one month from tomorrow. I'm gonna be 4 years old! I hope we get to do something fun, like go to the puppy store. I like it there and there's always so many other doggies to say hello to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to warm up here in the desert, finally. It was cold there for a while. Momma has a picture of the simmin pool frozened over. And this wasn't my simmin pool. It was the hoomans simmin pool. It was so cold that my water would freeze every night and Momma had to keep changing my bowls, hoping the one inside would unfreeze. So I promise I'll post pictures and tell you more later, but right now, I have to go take care of Momma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-3008430105789039091?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3008430105789039091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=3008430105789039091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3008430105789039091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/3008430105789039091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2007/02/momma-sickie.html' title='Momma Sickie'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116697569342081411</id><published>2006-12-24T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:54:53.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bye-Bye and Cheesey-Burgers!</title><content type='html'>Momma said we was going for a long bye-bye again. I thought she was crazy. We had just gone for a long bye-bye. But away we went. She brought my foods and my foods bowl and even my crate! But she didn't bring me any toys. She said it was because it was almost Santa Paws Day! That means Santa Paws comes and brings all the good doggies new toys! I hope I get a new bone. Momma did give me a bone yesterday. I ates it all! It was nummy. Then Gramma gave me a kong. Inside it was my foods mixed with peanut-butter! That was nummy too. Momma says I might get a bigger kong for Santa Paws day, because that kong was so teeny tiny I could barely get my tongue in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went on the long bye-bye, Momma got sick, so she left me in the car with the Cheesey-burgers she had bought. That was a mistake! I ate those Cheesey-burgers real good. Then the next time Momma left me alone in the car, I climbed in the front seat to see if she left any other Cheesey-burgers or other nummy stuffs there. She didn't and told me to get back in my seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like visiting Gramma and Grampa. Dusty Doodles and Whiskey Girl are here and Momma says I might get to go sees them today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, I have to stay out of the Christmas Tree. Everyone tells me to get out of it! Momma says there are no Santa Paws presents under it for me yet. But there are Santa Paws presents under it already. And Momma forgot my stocking AGAIN! She bought me this stocking when we was living around the corner from Gramma and Grampa and she always forgets to bring it when we come home to visit now. I guess I'll have to go finds it in the garage for her for next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was Christmas Tagged, so I'll do this now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. A new bone to chew on.&lt;br /&gt;2. A new ball or two.&lt;br /&gt;3. One of them kongy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I don't want for Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;1. A bath in the bathtub and NOT at the puppy spa.&lt;br /&gt;2. A new crate/kennel thing.&lt;br /&gt;3. To be in the Doggy Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone, because I think all my doggie friends have been tagged already. Plus, I think I smell foods from the kitchen. Gotta go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116697569342081411?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116697569342081411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116697569342081411&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116697569342081411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116697569342081411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-bye-bye-and-cheesey-burgers.html' title='Long Bye-Bye and Cheesey-Burgers!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116562899634885406</id><published>2006-12-08T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:51:58.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You got me a what?</title><content type='html'>So about the time Grampa made my yard inescapable (I'm still looking for the way out), Momma noticed I started getting eye goobers that runned down my face. So she said I was 'lergic to something. I don't know what 'lergic means, but I think it means eye goobers that runned down your face. Anyway, she started giving me 'lergic pills, except I wouldn't take 'em like a normal dog. So she had to put it in meats for me to take them. And even then, sometimes I would bite them in half and she'd have to give me more meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went to Gramma and Grampa's house, I gots good foods. And all of a sudden my eye goobers stopped. So Gramma thought it might be my foods. Well, Momma agreed and the other day she took me to the big puppy store that I gets to go inside and bought me new foods! It's yummy. She also got me a new foods bowl for my new foods. I like my foods so much that yesterday before breakfast, I decided to feed myself and put my head in the bag and started eating! Well, Momma heard and came and dumped my foods in the special foods safe. (It sits on the floor and I can't figure out how to get into it yet to get my foods, but I KNOW my foods are in there.) My foods now comes with pictures of other puppies in it. Momma says they're trading cards. Momma says that if I keep eating my foods, she'll send my picture in and I can be on a trading card. Any one wanna trade with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing Momma did while we were at the big puppy store was she bought me this awful thing. She calls it a nose collar. I call it annoying. Every time Momma puts it on me, I have to be goods and listen. I don't like it. Not one bit. I try to get her to take it off of me. First I try to use my paw and itch it off. Then Momma took me for a walk with it on. I don't like it at all. Every time I didn't listen, it pushed my nose down. So I tried to pretend I hurt my paw. Maybe Momma would take it off. I really did have a little rock stuck to it, but it didn't hurt or nothing. When Momma finally takes the annoying thing off, I have to shake my head because it feels so weird. Momma says it's like what &lt;a href="http://l-squared.blogspot.com"&gt;Willow&lt;/a&gt; wears. I don't know how she does it. It drives me nutty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116562899634885406?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116562899634885406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116562899634885406&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116562899634885406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116562899634885406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-got-me-what.html' title='You got me a what?'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116443025806608088</id><published>2006-11-24T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:50:58.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Bye Bye</title><content type='html'>So Momma went bye-bye on the big birdie in the sky and I had to stay with Auntie Jen. That was okay. She let me sleepie in her room. Which is a big deal because I normally don't get to go in her room. Then we gots up really early yesterday and she put me in her car and we wents bye-bye. It was a long bye-bye, but I was a good girl. At one stop, there were all these fluffy bunny things. I wanted to play with them, but Auntie Jen wouldn't let me. Then, we got to Gramma's house and there was Momma! I was soo happy to see Momma! And then, I gots to go inside and see Grampa. Grampa has to have a special pillow in his lap when I came in. Momma says he's cause he had an operation and he has a boo-boo on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other doggies here, I can smell dem. And when it's time to eat breakfasts or dinners, I have to go outside into the kennel. I don't like it in there, but at least I get to eats my foods there. Momma takes me outside and then she goes out to feed Doodles and Whiskey. I can smell dem on Momma when she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to sleepie with Momma on the little bed. It's kinda hard because Momma takes up most of the room. But sometimes I push her out of the way and get to sleepie. Otherwise, I sleepie on the floor. Grampa is up and down a lot at night and when he gets up, I wanna go with him to make sure he doesn't fall down, but he doesn't open the door for me. I really wanna be a helper dog! I follow him around when he's up so he doesn't fall down and I watch him when he goes outside on walks with Momma or by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's almost time for sleepie time. I'm gonna go see if I can climb up on the big bed and sleepie there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116443025806608088?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116443025806608088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116443025806608088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116443025806608088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116443025806608088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-bye-bye.html' title='Long Bye Bye'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116330058976561027</id><published>2006-11-11T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:03:09.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long walk!</title><content type='html'>Today, Momma took me for a LONG walk! I mean, it was long! I had to stop for waters a couple of times. It was like an hour or at least that's what Momma said. And I got to walk along the road and not get hit by cars. And I got petted by lots of peoples who all said I was pretty. And I tried to push Auntie Jen out into the road because she was in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma said I did a very good job and I get a cheesey-burger. Only, I don't know when. I guess she is having some problems getting in and out of the house. Every time she goes bye-bye in the car, she complains that Auntie Jen has to go let her in. I think it has something to do with a gate and a remote, but I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grampa is going in for surgery on Wednesday of this week. I think that means that next week, Momma has to go to Gramma and Grampa's to help out. But then I would get to ride with Auntie Jen if Momma left me. Momma also says I would have to be a good girl there. But I'm always a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Momma moved my crate today. I can't seem to find it when she tells me to go get in it. She put a blankie on top of it so it looks like a cave. Anyway, I think I'll go sleepie on Momma's bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116330058976561027?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116330058976561027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116330058976561027&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116330058976561027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116330058976561027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-walk.html' title='Long walk!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116113853782187557</id><published>2006-10-17T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:28:57.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs....</title><content type='html'>Well, I have been staying my yard like a Good Girl. It's so fun when Momma comes home. I get to run around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I like the desert. It gets REALLY hot here in the summertimes. And then in the wintertimes, it can sometimes rain so much that it floods! And I'm not talking like Dusty's pen flooding. I mean, like we'll get lots of rain in a very little bit of time. And then on top if it, it gets cold at night. So cold, I have to either sleep on my Blankie or snuggle Momma. But that's only at night and in the early morning. By the afternoon, it's hot again. Not REALLY hot, but hot enough. Momma says that's what happens in the desert. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma kicked Daddy out. So now Momma is a single Dog-Parent again. But I've got Auntie Jen to bug too. That's why I have to stay outsides during the day. Momma has to go to workie and I don't get to go. Momma says that Daddy isn't coming back and at some time I will have a new Daddy. I hope he's nice and he likes me. I also hope he has a Lab too so I have someone to play with. It's really lonely here all by myself. Momma says she wishes we had Doggie Day Care. She says there's one in Plamdale, but that's like hours away. She also says there's one in Newberry Springs, but that's 30 minutes away. And Momma already has to leave REALLY early in the morning to go to workie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and Auntie Jen started cleaning out the garage this weekend. I think they brought dusty stuff inside because I have the sneezies sometimes. Or maybe it's just that I don't have a whole lot of grass in my yard and I have to sniff the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Momma says it's bath time! So I get to go try and drink all the bath waters before it gets on Momma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116113853782187557?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116113853782187557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116113853782187557&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116113853782187557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116113853782187557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs....'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116044101282020473</id><published>2006-10-09T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:43:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma wants me to post this....</title><content type='html'>Momma's favorite singer had one of his doggies go to the Bridge. Apparently the little Chihuahua was attacked by a yipper. I don't know what the yipper's were doing in Georgia. I thought Dusty had all the yippers there. Momma says she sometimes sees yippers out here too. The other little Chihuahua is in the Doggie ICU. It's always sad when Doggies have to go to the Bridge, espeically when it's not their time to go. Momma says that one of Gramma's dogs accidentally killed her playmate and he had to go the Bridge. Momma also told me that she worries about me while she's at work. I don't know why. I'm in my yard now. And I don't go to Arizona, though sometimes I wanna go find Momma when she stays gone for a long time. Today she came home for lunch time and let me run around the house and sleep on the couch while she played on the computer. Now it's almost dinner time and she says she is going to go out and buy me a doggie house. She says she wants to do this before the rain comes. Yeah, it'll be fun to play in the rain and get all muddy again. I like playing in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta go bug Momma for dinners. I think I might need to use Charlie's clock thingie because I'm hungries and Momma is probably gonna say it's not time for dinner yet. *grrr*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116044101282020473?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116044101282020473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116044101282020473&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116044101282020473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116044101282020473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/momma-wants-me-to-post-this.html' title='Momma wants me to post this....'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-116031957359985452</id><published>2006-10-08T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T07:59:33.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doggie Hotel</title><content type='html'>Well, Momma took me to the Doggie Hotel while she went and visited Gramma and Grampa. She brought my blankie from my crate, a new bone, my own foods and my Moose. I love my Moose. Anyway, before I could go into the Doggie Hotel, they had to give me nose drops. I didn't like those too much. Then they didn't give me my breakfast any of the days! And Momma made sure I had both breakfast and dinner! Then on Saturday, they shave my furs so they could take blood for a blood test! Now, I have had Dr. Brenda take blood from me for a blood test and she didn't have to shave my furs. So I told Momma to find a new Doctor. I don't like this one. I did get to go play outside with the other doggies and that was fun. And on Monday before I had breakfast, they said I was going home! Momma was there! And so was Grampa! He stayed for a few days and put up fencing and cleaned up my yard all nice and pretty. Now I have a clean yard to run in. And Momma says I can't escape from it, but I'm still looking into that! And on Friday, I stayed out in the yard ALL BY MYSELF all day while Momma was out working for foods. And I didn't try and escape at all. Like I said, I'm still looking into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-116031957359985452?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116031957359985452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=116031957359985452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116031957359985452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/116031957359985452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/10/doggie-hotel.html' title='The Doggie Hotel'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115911570928299092</id><published>2006-09-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:35:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a visitor!</title><content type='html'>The othere day, Daddy was sitting with the door open and he was sitting in front of it. We were watching TV. All of a sudden this kitty just walked into my house like he owned the place. So Daddy put me in my crate and watched the kitty for a minute. Then he put the kitty in the bedroom and went and got me. He took me in the bedroom with the kitty. The kitty climbed up on the window sill so I climbed up on the bed. Every time I got near the kitty to sniff it, it would bat a paw at me. And it had sharp little claws on it. So after a while, Daddy pushed it out the window because it was scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, Momma gave me some of her Eggy. I like Eggy. Anyway, Momma says I have to go to the Doggie Hotel this week. I think her and Daddy are going out of town again and I can't come. They just went out of town but they left me Auntie Jen. But I like going to the Doggie Hotel. There are other doggies there. I like playing with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115911570928299092?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115911570928299092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115911570928299092&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115911570928299092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115911570928299092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-had-visitor.html' title='I had a visitor!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115763367218445141</id><published>2006-09-07T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T05:54:32.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to talk about....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/tired.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping on the floor" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much in the way of news here. Momma has been getting home earlier. I guess Auntie Jen has been taking the bus thing to work so Momma can leave when she wants. So that means Momma leaves about six thirty in the morning and comes home around four thirty which is before dinner time! But I don't know how long that will last. Momma says it's because Auntie Jen's windshield is cracked. Momma also says that Auntie Jen won't be teaching kiddies next year. Well, that makes sense. Daddy has to go out and get a job thingie too. Momma says it's so I can still have my Foods. I guess I'll know more later about this whole job thingie. I hope it means someone comes home and plays with me. Anyway, I'm going back to my nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115763367218445141?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115763367218445141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115763367218445141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115763367218445141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115763367218445141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-to-talk-about.html' title='Nothing to talk about....'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115684295003384161</id><published>2006-08-29T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:15:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flour Girl</title><content type='html'>So a few days ago, Auntie Jen bought this huge bag of white stuff. She was using it for her kiddies, making something in the kitchen all night long. She left this white stuff out in the kitchen. Yesterday, I decided to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my head in the bag and the white stuff started sticking to the my nose, so I snorted. White stuff went EVERYWHERE! I had it in my ears, up my nose and all over my face. So I took my head out of the bag and went to go find Daddy. I guess he was looking for me, because he came around the corner and told me to go take a bath. So I followed him into the bathroom and he started running the water. I started to drink the water. Before I knew it, he was washing my face! That was nice of him because he managed to get almost all of the white stuff off eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, what happened first was that the white stuff started sticking to my face once Daddy put waters on it! So he started rubbing my face to get it off. Finally he got most of it off, except for my whiskers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma told me later it was Flour. Now I'm really confused because Momma and Daddy are going to get married and she said I might get to the flour girl. Does that mean I have to wear the white stuff again? I didn't like it so much when it got up my nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know I've been tagged by Opy. I'll take care of that later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115684295003384161?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115684295003384161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115684295003384161&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115684295003384161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115684295003384161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/flour-girl.html' title='Flour Girl'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115613070863748819</id><published>2006-08-20T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:25:08.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a sleepy day. I sleeps with Daddy till Auntie Jen left and then I gots up and walked around with Momma. Then Momma went to sleeps, so I sleeps with her too.  Now it's almost time for Sleepy Time. I sure did sleepy a lot today. I think it was because Momma was home and she was doing things for her Kiddies. She says she is all ready for next week, whatever that means. But I do know she went bye-bye for like an hour today and didn't bring me anything. I hope I get cookies later. Dusty says I don't get enough cookies. Maybe I'll go counter-surfing tonight and figure out how to open my cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and Daddy have been trying to catch the Mousy in the house, but I guess the Mousy is just too smart to be caught. Momma puts out one of those trappy things that she says I can't sniff because my nose would get stuck to it forevers. She put peanut butters on it and she still hasn't caught the mousy. The Mousy even MOVED the trappy thing. So I think Mousy gets to live if Momma and Daddy can't catch him. I guess I'll just wait and see if he comes to see me sometime. I think he has 'nother family that he visits because he disappears for a long time and then comes back. Maybe there are more hoomans that he goes and bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bugs...I caught a fly the other day. See, sometimes these flies come in and they annoy me. They fly all around me, so I tries to catch them. Well, I caught one the other day, but he tasted yucky so I spits him out. Momma was quite surprised that I actually caught him. But I guess I showed those flies because there haven't been anymore in the house since I caught the one. That's a good thing. I don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have tree soccer balls now! Boy is that confoosing sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115613070863748819?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115613070863748819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115613070863748819&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115613070863748819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115613070863748819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy Day'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115586559940361216</id><published>2006-08-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:46:39.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alls Better!</title><content type='html'>I'm alls better now! Momma thinks it the half a tin of hooman cookies I ate. I guess they weren't very good for doggies. Anyway, I'm better now. No more frowsing up! I think I'll go play with the new balls Auntie Jen brought me. They're fun. I gots a soccer ball and a basketball. Both of them are orange and they're kinda on the flat side so I can actually pick them up in my teefies! I like kinda flat balls. They make a good sound on our tile floors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115586559940361216?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115586559940361216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115586559940361216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115586559940361216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115586559940361216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/alls-better.html' title='Alls Better!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115578827971903660</id><published>2006-08-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:20:49.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/320/nose.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie with a paper on her nose" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi everyone! I know it's been a little while since I posted. That's mainly because Momma has started back at workie. She teaches the kiddies things. She says that if I'm a good girl, I might get to go see her kiddies this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in other news, I've been sickie. I frows up twice now and Momma is worried. She says I might have to go to doctors if I frows up again. So anyway, I'm trying to rest so that I don't frows up again and hve to go the doctors. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Momma sneaked this picture of me with a paper on my nose. She said I looked cute, but I HAD A PAPER ON MY NOSE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115578827971903660?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115578827971903660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115578827971903660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115578827971903660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115578827971903660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/sickie.html' title='Sickie'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115548418865607270</id><published>2006-08-13T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T08:49:48.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG!</title><content type='html'>The player of this game starts with "5 weird things/habits about yourself." Then you tag 5 friends and list their names. The furries who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their 5 weird things/habits, as well as state this rule clearly, then tag 5 more victims. Don't forget to leave your victim a comment that says "you're tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I snore when I'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I kiss EVERYTHING! It could be a hooman or the bed. It doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have really big toys that have to come to bed with me, espeically when I get to sleepy on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will wake up my hoomans if they don't wanna feed me breakfast. I have to have my breakfast in the morning. Sometimes Momma hides from me but then I just jump on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like plastic bottles. Daddy usually gives them to me, but Momma takes them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG: &lt;a href="http://mylabtaz.blogspot.com"&gt;Taz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rangerthedog.blogspot.com"&gt;Ranger&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://princedickens.blogspot.com"&gt;Dickens&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://crispyecho.blogspot.com"&gt;Zoom&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://browndogsleeping.blogspot.com"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115548418865607270?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115548418865607270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115548418865607270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115548418865607270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115548418865607270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/tag.html' title='TAG!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115490351724259921</id><published>2006-08-06T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:31:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/byebye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/byebye.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie Sniffing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here I am on my way to the Doggie Spa. It kinda smelled like the way to the Doggie Jail, but then we turned another way. When we got to the Doggie Spa, I didn't want to go inside. But Momma told me it was Doggie Spa, so I went in. Then, Daddy tried to hand me off to the lady and again I didn't wanna go. But Momma was there, petting me so I went. Then they put me in a crate. Momma and Daddy left and I was there with all these other doggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Daddy came to get me, they had made me take a bath and then they tried to blow dry me. I didn't like the blow drier. It was loud like the vroomy thing. And they didn't do my toesys until Daddy said to. They also stealed my furs. Like they CUT IT AWAY! Fortunately they didn't shave me! They did give me a pretty purkle bow for my collar. But I don't like bows. I like dannas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/pretty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/pretty.0.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie with her pretty bow" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma says I look prettys. But I smelled like wet dog when she got me. Well, what was I supposed to smell like? I didn't like the dryer thingie. Momma eventually cut off my bow. So that was better. Momma says they asked the stoopid questions like "Do I need to be shaved?" (SHAVED? AND STEAL MY PRETTY FURS?) and "Is she shedding?" (I always shed. I'm a Lab, silly!) They did say I was cute, so that made me feel better. Momma says we'll probably go to the Doggie Spa in the Puppy Store that I gets to go into next time. But that's gonna be a long time from now. Right now, I'm prettys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115490351724259921?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115490351724259921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115490351724259921&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115490351724259921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115490351724259921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s been happening...'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115430110981777027</id><published>2006-07-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:11:49.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to ARIZONA!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so some dogs have asked about how I got to ARIZONA. And since Meeshka posted during her blog-a-thon I guess it's time I talk about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and I had just moved down to the desert. I used to live in an olive orchard with a BIG yard. I had so much fun in that BIG yard. Then we moved and Momma was gone every day for long times. So sometimes I would get so that I missed her and I would escape from the yard. Well, one time, I escaped and after a week of pretty much being on my own and looking for Momma, I cane across this lady with a beagle-dog. She thought I was lame. (I'm not. I just waddle when I walk because I have narrow hips.) So she asked the peoples about me and they said I was a stray because I didn't have no collar on. Well, she gave me some water and some foods and then when she went to get in her car, I tried to get in too to go bye-bye! Well, she thought that I must belong to someone, so she put me in the car and we drove and drove and drove...all the way to ARIZONA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she called the Doggie Jail wheres I live and talked to the peoples there. They said Momma was looking for me. So then she called Momma. Momma wasn't home though. So when Momma called back, Momma told the hooman man there that my name was Sadie and when he said that, I looked at him. I eventually came over to him and he wanted to look at my tummy. See, Momma only told the Doggie Jail that I had a tattoo so that in cased I ever gots lost she would have someway to tell it was me. So the hooman man talked to Momma more and then a couple days later they took me to the doctor. He scanned me and the scanner said I belonged to Momma. So I got to get in the car and go bye-bye again with the lady. When we stopped at the cheesyburger place, I looked up and there was Momma and Daddy! I was so happy to be back with them that I gives them lots and lots of kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in ARIZONA, I did get to play with lots of other dogs, including another lab. We went swimmin and wrasled. It was fun, but I really did miss my Momma. I'm so glad to be back home with her and Daddy. I gets to sleep on the bed and I get my foods when I should. And now I know that no matter what, Momma will ALWAYS come home to me. She just has to go out and work so I can have my foods and cookies. She says I might even get to go out and see her work this year, but I don't know yet. All I know is that Momma says she has to go back to work soon and she's already started leaving me home alone again for a while. But I'll have Daddy around most of the time, except for when he's at work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I ended up in ARIZONA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115430110981777027?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115430110981777027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115430110981777027&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115430110981777027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115430110981777027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-trip-to-arizona.html' title='My trip to ARIZONA!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115423494196498212</id><published>2006-07-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:49:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy Time</title><content type='html'>Momma always seems to get pictures of me sleeping so I figured I would post the pictures of me sleeping before I go Sleepy Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sleeping in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/chair.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping in the chair" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sleeping with a blankie on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/covered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/covered.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie covered and sleeping" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sleeping on the bed with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/daddysleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/daddysleep.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping with Daddy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures please, I'm sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/face%20covered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/face%20covered.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie with a jacket on her face" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sleeping on one of Momma's books. Be glad I wasn't reading it, Momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/sleeping%20book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/sleeping%20book.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping on a book" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me sleeping on the couch. See, I'm doing the head thing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/sleeping%20couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/sleeping%20couch.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping on the couch" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sleeping on Duckie so he doesn't get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/sleeping%20duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/sleeping%20duck.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping on her Duckie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I'm going Sleepy Time and I probably will sleep through the rest of Meeshka's blog-a-thon because I'm a tired girl and I need my beauty sleep. Night all! Try and keep Meeshka awake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115423494196498212?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115423494196498212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115423494196498212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115423494196498212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115423494196498212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleepy-time.html' title='Sleepy Time'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115418340561633913</id><published>2006-07-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:54:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mousy in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/phonebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/phonebook.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie looking for a number in the phonebook" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, Momma was sitting at the table playing with all those kids books that I really want to read. Daddy was sitting outside reading another book and I was going from inside to out because Daddy left the door open. Then Momma squeeled something about Scabbers. See, Scabbers is this mousy we have in the house that we thought was gone. Anyway, Momma said he was on the stove because Daddy left his crackers out. Daddy told me to get the mousey so I put my paws on the counter to see him. Sure enough, there was the mousy trying to take a cracker back to his hidey spot. And the cracker was like twice the size of the mousy. But I couldn't reach the mousy because he was way back in the corner. And besides, what do I look like? A Kitty? Anyway, Daddy says he's "cleaninghouse" today and since they now know where mousy lives, Momma can put traps down to get him. Hopefully they don't put any traps where I can get my nose stuck on them! Maybe I'll go look in the phonebook under mousy-get-ridders. I know I'll find a picture of a Kitty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115418340561633913?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115418340561633913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115418340561633913&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115418340561633913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115418340561633913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/mousy-in-house.html' title='Mousy in the House'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115396525713320455</id><published>2006-07-26T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:56:22.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/ballinsock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/320/ballinsock.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie playing tug-o-war" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is me playing tug-o-war with Daddy. He had put my ball in my sock so I started pulling on it. Isn't it cute? I look mean, don't I? DustyDoodles is out of OtterPops. His Momma won't get him any until Saturday and that's a long time in Dog Time. I don't get OtterPops. I had Doggie IceCream once. It was good. I liked it, but Momma says it's spensive so I can't have it that often. I wish I could have it now. It's hots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/sleepyhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/320/sleepyhead.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping on the bed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me sleeping on the bed. Momma got the picture. She says I sleep with my head hanging off the bed. I guess this is proof now. I was sleeping with Daddy because Daddy was up all night and it was my nap time. Well, actually it's closer to DinnerTime, but I'll sleep when I can. I do need my beauty sleep. Momma says I'm a sleepy girl, but Daddy seems to sleep more than I do. And any chance I get to sleeps on the bed, I will. It's so hard with Momma AND Daddy in bed. Sometimes I get to sleep on the bed with them, like last night, but usually Daddy wakes up grumpy if I snuggle him at night. He doesn't mind it so much during the day with Momma not sleeping there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115396525713320455?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115396525713320455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115396525713320455&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115396525713320455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115396525713320455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/stuffs.html' title='Stuffs...'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115392747117283061</id><published>2006-07-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:24:31.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogster and Babies</title><content type='html'>Hey, us Labs are the featured dog of the week on &lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com"&gt;Dogster&lt;/a&gt;! There are 8,312 of us purebed Labs. Probably a whole lot more half-breeds too. If you don't have a Dogster page, you better make one. And while you're at it, check out the Lab stroll and look at all us cute Labradors! I'm still the cutest one though, except for maybe the babies. They're pretty gosh darned cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of babies, Momma says we might get a baby when we get a bigger yard. Right now my yard is really small. I'm the only dog that could live in it. But someday when I'm older, Momma says we'll get a baby. She says now we should get a chocolate baby. I hope she doesn't mean the chocolate that makes me stoopid. I think she means the chocolate like Ranger is chocolate. He's a cute baby. I would sure like to play with him. Too bad he lives far away otherwise we could be puppy-buddies. I like babies. Momma always tells me to be nice to the babies and I am. But I wanna play too. And I hafta share my toys too. That's no fun, especially if they take Moose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115392747117283061?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115392747117283061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115392747117283061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115392747117283061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115392747117283061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dogster-and-babies.html' title='Dogster and Babies'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115386331424999216</id><published>2006-07-25T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:35:14.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball in a Sock...</title><content type='html'>Daddy came home yesterday. He was gone for a little while. Today, I was carrying around my sock and Momma founded a ball under the bed. So I chased that. When I finally stopped playing, I was laying down so Daddy could see me with my foots on top of my sock and my ball right next to it. So Daddy took my ball and put it IN MY SOCK! I didn't know what to do with that. It was kinda scary at first, Daddy swinging my sock around, then he threw it and my sock BOUNCED! Socks aren't supposed to bounce. So now I was really confused. Then I figured it out. Daddy had put my ball in my sock and that's why it bounced. So I grabbed my sock from Daddy and played tug-o-war with him. It was a whole lot easier with the ball in the sock. I actually had something to put my teethies around. Then Daddy and Momma went out and I had to go in my crate for a little while, but they let me take my sock with my ball in it. I still haven't figured out how to get the ball out of the sock, but I will soon enough. Right now it's nap time. Daddy's sleepy, so I'll go sleep with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115386331424999216?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115386331424999216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115386331424999216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115386331424999216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115386331424999216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/ball-in-sock.html' title='Ball in a Sock...'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115377092202012486</id><published>2006-07-24T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T12:55:22.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsor Meeshka!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I got Momma to sponsor Meeshka for $10. It's like a month worth of foods for me, but it's better than nothing. Momma put my name as the name on the website, so it says that I am sponsoring her, except that Momma is the one with the money so she has to pay it. It's pretty boring around here right now. There's nothing to do. So I'm going back to sleep, unless Momma is going to go exploring in the Garage again, I might follow her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115377092202012486?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115377092202012486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115377092202012486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115377092202012486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115377092202012486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/sponsor-meeshka.html' title='Sponsor Meeshka!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115375470209642884</id><published>2006-07-24T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:25:02.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs with Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/dogswithblogs.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/dogswithblogs.png" border="0" alt="Dogs with Blogs Logo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Dogs with Blogs! I'm all the way down the bottom, but I'm there! So go there now. And there are lots of other dogs with blogs too! Lots of Huskies, but they are usually destructo-dogs. I don't destroy much of anything. I still have my Moose. I've only de-fluffed a couple of stuffies. My favorite activity right now is counter surfing and stealing things of Momma's. But she usually catches me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115375470209642884?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115375470209642884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115375470209642884&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115375470209642884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115375470209642884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dogs-with-blogs.html' title='Dogs with Blogs'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115375264111825586</id><published>2006-07-24T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T08:03:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Soccer</title><content type='html'>So Momma got up this morning at 3am to go pottys and I went and gots some waters. Momma came out to check on me and then told me it was time to go back to bed. Well, my soccer ball was laying in the middle of the kitchen, so I attacked it. Momma headed to the bedroom. Well, I wanted her to play with me, so I nosed the soccer ball into her feets. She just told me it was time to go to bed. So I went back to bed and snuggled her for a little bit. Then I woke her up at 7 this morning because I was hungry. Momma says we might go check out the Doggie Spa here in town tomorrow. She thinks they're only open a couple days a week. So that might be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy went home to see his parents. He says it's hot there and he might come home early. Momma's been in the garage lately, so I been exploring in there. It's REALLY hot in there. I don't know how Momma handles going in there. It's too hot for me. And on top of that, the swimmin pool is closed down. Not my swimmin pool, but the one for Momma. She says the county peoples closed it down. I like the county peoples. They're nice. Even in Doggie Jail they're nice to me. But I guess Momma has to go pay my registration again or I'll get put in Doggie Jail. Oh well. Time to go lay in the bathtub cuz it's nice a cool in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115375264111825586?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115375264111825586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115375264111825586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115375264111825586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115375264111825586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/morning-soccer.html' title='Morning Soccer'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115369421531488477</id><published>2006-07-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:36:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/Dusty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/320/Dusty.jpg" border="0" alt="Dusty Doodles" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Dusty Doodles. He's a Siberian Husky. He just got a new blog, so you need to go read it! Well, there's not much up on it right now, but he's getting there. Momma had to talk to his Momma and do things for him cuz he's a Husky and he doesn't understand all this high tech stuff yet. He'll learn though, or he'll do it his own way. So I linked to him on the side. He should have stuff up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115369421531488477?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115369421531488477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115369421531488477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115369421531488477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115369421531488477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dustys-blog.html' title='Dusty&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115367692414397536</id><published>2006-07-23T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:48:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog with a Blog</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm a dog with a blog. I went and put in my info on the Dogs With Blogs site. (The link is over on the side thingie.) So who knows when my blog will be listed, but I enjoy this. It's fun. I like telling about my adventures. Uh oh, sounds like the laundry is done. Guess I'd better go steal a sock or two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115367692414397536?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115367692414397536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115367692414397536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115367692414397536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115367692414397536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dog-with-blog.html' title='Dog with a Blog'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115366592812321736</id><published>2006-07-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T07:46:06.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Baths for Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/drinking.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie drinking bath water" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like baths. I like swimming though. Baths are boring. I have to stand there while peoples put stuff on my furs and rub it all over me and then they use a hose thingie and wash it off. I really don't like hoses. So I started drinking all the water that comes into the bathtub. If I drink it before it gets my toesys wet, I'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I also like to steal Mommas floofy. It's fun to play with and Daddy sometimes forgets I like to steal and he leaves it in the bathtub. The floofy comes apart real easy and I can spread it ALL over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, just to make sure they don't give me a baths, I steal the soap. Daddy has weird smelling soap. Momma sometimes brings home little soaps. I don't know where those are from. But they are still in boxes and I'll chew up the boxes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like going to the Doggie Spa though. It's fun. I get a baths by peoples and they put smelly stuff on me! And I get a new danna too! I just need to go to the Spa more often. Then maybe I won't shed everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115366592812321736?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115366592812321736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115366592812321736&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115366592812321736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115366592812321736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-baths-for-me.html' title='No Baths for Me!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115354589245977521</id><published>2006-07-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:24:52.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma come home!</title><content type='html'>Momma went away again, but she came home. I was so excited to sees her. I miss my Momma when she goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she came home, I tried to climb on her lap to give her kisses, but she pushed me away. She said she was hit by a car, so she has boo-boos. So I snuggled her last night to make her feel better. She says Auntie Jen crashed the car so I have to be careful. She's been sleeping a lot lately too. But she says that Daddy and Auntie Jen are leaving soon so it'll be just me and her for a few days. Yea! I get to spend time with the Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like people foods. Momma gave me frenchy fries last night and this morning, I wanted some of her breakfast, even though I had already eaten mine. So she let me eat off the fork. Daddy said it was yucky that she ate off the fork right after me, but what does he know? Momma says I eat off a fork good. So I may get more people foods, even though they say I'm not a peoples. But I should be! I have ears, a nose, feets, eyes and mouth. I should eat people foods. I like it. Time to go bug Auntie Jen for people foods, or go wake up the Daddy because he's supposed to be leaving soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115354589245977521?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115354589245977521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115354589245977521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115354589245977521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115354589245977521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/momma-come-home.html' title='Momma come home!'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115289644294346201</id><published>2006-07-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T10:43:53.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggies in my Foods</title><content type='html'>So Momma saw that my foods bucket was getting low and she went out and got me more foods. Well, she left it in the bag and Daddy left it by the front door. Well, they went to go put my foods in my bucket last night and there were buggies crawling all over the bag! Momma and Daddy thought that maybe the buggies didn't get into the bag so they opened it. There were buggies all inside the bag! So THEY THREW AWAY MY FOODS!!!! Then I had to go back into my crate while they went out and bought me MORE foods. And this was at DINNER TIME! Well, they came home and put the foods in my bucket. The foods that didn't fit they put in the fridgerdator with the people foods! And they are closing the lid on my bucket really tight now so I can't go pop it open with my nose and have a snack. Daddy did give me a BIG dinner last night though. Momma thought I was going to be sick, but I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/1600/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/733/1248/200/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt="Sadie sleeping after soccer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma is supposed to go away today. I don't want her to go. But she says she has to for the kiddies. So I showed her. Daddy went out this morning and I was all happy and excited when he came home! I'm never that way for Momma. That's because she leaves me all alone with Daddy. And Daddy and I have fun. Daddy says we'll go out and play with my new soccer ball. I'm really good at soccer especially with this new ball. I can't get my teethies in it so I have to chase it all around. Daddy says I'm a good defender from Momma. I don't know what that means. I just want my ball and they are kicking it on the ground so of course I'm going to go get it. It's not like when they throw my other balls in the air and I have to jump and get 'em. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go lay on Momma's clean clothes so she doesn't forget me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115289644294346201?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115289644294346201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115289644294346201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115289644294346201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115289644294346201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/buggies-in-my-foods.html' title='Buggies in my Foods'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-115280774250252639</id><published>2006-07-13T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:22:22.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Water Dish</title><content type='html'>Momma just came home from Grandma's house and now she says she's leaving again. But I guess it's not all that bad. I'll get to stay with Daddy. He let's me drinks out of the bathtub. Hey, I gotta drinks all the water before it gets my puppy paws wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a couple of weeks ago, Momma said she was tired of filling and filling my water bowl. It's hot here, like WAY hot. Like I-don't-go-outside-unless-I-have-to hot. So I drinks a lot of water. So Momma wouldn't have to keep filing my water dish, she bought me a new one. It's supposed to keep putting water in my bowl for me so Momma doesn't have to. The only problem, is it scares me. After I drinks my water, it bubbles and it's loud. So I don't like to drink out of my new water dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Momma is going out of town again. She says this time she's not going to Grandma's house. She says she's going away with Auntie Jen for that job stuff she has to do. She does say that Auntie Jen is coming home today. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Auntie Jen won't let me in the kitchen when she's cooking. I mean, how else am I supposed to look cute and get people foods? And she doesn't like it when I sit near her when she has foods. She thinks I'm begging or something. She shouldn't go to Grandma's house then! Those Hooskies put their heads on the table and beg! And then, I peed in her room way back when we first got here to the desert, which was like a year ago. I had to mark my territory. I thought I could go everywheres in the house. I could at the old house. But she didn't like that too much and neither did Momma. But now Auntie Jen says it STILL smells in her room. I don't think so. There's no way it could still smell in her room. She used like a whole bottle of the anti-stink stuff that Momma bought and Momma's been in there with the other anti-stink stuff spraying it to see if that helps. I think Auntie Jen has a nose like a dog, probably like one of those bloodhound dogs. She could probably smell coon's a mile away and follow a trail too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's enough for now. I think Daddy wants the compooter today. He and Momma been yelling alot about him and his working thing. And boy, sometimes it's hard to sneak onto the compooter. Time to go wake the Daddy up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sadie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-115280774250252639?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115280774250252639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=115280774250252639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115280774250252639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/115280774250252639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-water-dish.html' title='New Water Dish'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-113554098463699004</id><published>2005-12-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T12:03:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit from Santa Paws</title><content type='html'>This year Momma and I went home for Santa Paws Day. It was a long trip. Not quite as long as it was to Arizona and back, but still eight hours. I had to sit in the car for eight hours like a good girl. We stopped about half way and I went for a walk. Momma gave me frenchy fries. And then we stopped about two hours later 'cuz Momma had to put gas in the car. Then I went for another walk. When we finally got here, I got to sleep inside. I've been sleeping inside at night but I have to stay in my kennel during the day because there are other doggies here. I just wanna play with them, but Momma says they would be mean to me. So we go for walks and I play ball in the back yard with Momma. Yesterday, I got to see a little baby like me. He was so little. And there were kitties there too. And today Santa Paws came! So far I have gotten 4 toys! A horsie, a hamburbur, a bear and a puppy. The horsie is in my house with me. I like the hamburbur, it squeaks! Though it doesn't taste like the hamburburs Momma gives me. Momma says there is more Santa Paws Presents for me later tonight. I can't wait. She even says there's one from Daddy. Momma went over to Daddy's the other night. She says I'll see him soon. I hope so. He throws the ball far. Maybe we'll get to go out and play ball when we get back home. Daddy likes to hit the ball and have me chase it. He hits it far away and I have to run to get it. I like going on vacation. Momma says we might take a vacation to the ocean in the summer. I don't know what the ocean is, but Momma says it's like a big swimming pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-113554098463699004?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113554098463699004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=113554098463699004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/113554098463699004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/113554098463699004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2005/12/visit-from-santa-paws.html' title='A Visit from Santa Paws'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-112111832325143896</id><published>2005-07-11T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T14:45:23.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor foods</title><content type='html'>Momma went out yesterday and when she came back, there were THREE mousys in my foods bucket. I wasn't going to eat them. I'm not a cat. Momma had grandpa come over and bop 'em on the head and throw them in the horsey field. Then she threw out all my foods! I hope she brings home more foods. I don't wanna starve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-112111832325143896?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/112111832325143896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=112111832325143896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/112111832325143896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/112111832325143896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-poor-foods.html' title='My poor foods'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-111983503540281558</id><published>2005-06-26T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T18:17:15.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mousy</title><content type='html'>We have a mousy in our house.  Mom is always talking about it and I can hear it in the walls. I think it was in our kitchen today. I heard it moving around there while Mom was gone. Mom really needs to catch that thing. I think she thinks I can catch it. What do I look like? A cat?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13958009-111983503540281558?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/111983503540281558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=111983503540281558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/111983503540281558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/111983503540281558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2005/06/mousy.html' title='Mousy'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13958009.post-111973989505940389</id><published>2005-06-25T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T15:51:35.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own blog....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is my very own blog. I am Sadie Mae. I am a labrador retriever, yellow, almost blonde, not those ugly black ones or the chocolate ones either. I am blonde. My mom seems to think I like the color purple because I have a purple collar and matching leash. I like the matching thing. But I really like green. Mom says it's a boy color and I'm a girl. My grandma said I needed to blog so she turned me on to this site. I'm a graduate of doggy school, but Mom says I still have to go to more doggy school to learn to be a good girl and not to give kisses. Why, I don't know. I like giving kisses. Bye for now!&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/13958009-111973989505940389?l=sadiemaedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/feeds/111973989505940389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13958009&amp;postID=111973989505940389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/111973989505940389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13958009/posts/default/111973989505940389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadiemaedog.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-very-own-blog.html' title='my very own blog....'/><author><name>Sadie Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17664280104222096810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d194/krazikrys/sadie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
