<?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-3900289145249829351</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:33:13.836-06:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Maggie, The Wedding Dog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8217166340866173101</id><published>2010-11-09T16:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:07:08.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a PRINCESS - cause "all girls are"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT! I'm a princess because my Daddy calls me his little princess. I'm not sure what is gonna happen if I have a little sister one day. Yes I do, she will obviously not be the princess because I already am. HA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can tell, I rule the roost in our house. I really do! I dictate all that happens. You laugh but Mommy would tell you it is true! &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have to have a blanket on the couch, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have to dump my food on the floor, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; have to have a treat when &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;come inside,&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt; will not go outside if it has rained, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will beg and demand walks, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; will sleep on the king-sized bed. See - it's all &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I hope that you like the new look of my blog! Mommy was working on her blog (which is nowhere as good as my blog) saw this and had to let me have it. I love it!! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8217166340866173101?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8217166340866173101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8217166340866173101' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8217166340866173101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8217166340866173101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-princess-cause-all-girls-are.html' title='I&apos;m a PRINCESS - cause &quot;all girls are&quot;'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-335215868314268216</id><published>2010-10-05T11:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:47:07.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Houseguest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a visitor in our house last weekend and it was so much fun! Mommy invited Ellie to come stay with us Friday night and Saturday night. Ellie is here from Italy to study for a year. She fit in just perfect with our little family. Hopefully she will be back often!! She and I shared a blanket several times. I'm not sure if she liked it but you know how I am about my blanket. I have to have my blanket when I sit on the couch - my Momma Gena taught me that. Mommy was worried about Ellie using my blanket because it has all of my fur on it -- that's why Momma Gena taught me to use the blanket! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy wanted Noah to wake up Ellie on Sunday morning. She thought she could do it without me noticing - NOT!! I tried to fight my way in but luckily for Mommy I did not jump on the bed with Ellie. That would have been a bad wake up call for her. Noah didn't do a good job of waking her up either because he wanted to play with a picture frame that Mommy had in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy is trying to redecorate the guest bedroom to a more teen friendly room. She is looking for something new to go on the bed and then she will decorate with a picture or something. I have a feeling that a new comforter on that bed will mean that I am not allowed there. Too bad because that bedroom is the perfect nap room -- the afternoon sun comes in and it is just perfect!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our family is excited about hosting exchange students in our home. Check out Mommy's blog for more details!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funderburgfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.funderburgfam.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-335215868314268216?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/335215868314268216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=335215868314268216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/335215868314268216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/335215868314268216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/10/houseguest.html' title='Houseguest'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8382232859587245758</id><published>2010-09-27T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:55:08.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's New Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't let the title of my blog scare you. This blog is not going anywhere!! Though we do not update it as often as we would like, I'm not going to let it go away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I use my blog as funny stories and happenings in our house and Mommy's blog is a little more "grown up". Her blog is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funderburgfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.funderburgfam.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;. She has done a good job setting up her blog but I have got to get her to get some music on it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've got some funny stories to tell you but I've got to get back to my nap on the couch!! It's a chilly rainy day at home and I'm here by myself. Makes for GREAT nap weather!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8382232859587245758?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8382232859587245758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8382232859587245758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8382232859587245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8382232859587245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/09/mommys-new-blog.html' title='Mommy&apos;s New Blog'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8271716620128405470</id><published>2010-09-06T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:40:07.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVtNTiYn6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TNJ7zIp7a10/s1600/Maggie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513933394135261090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVtNTiYn6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TNJ7zIp7a10/s400/Maggie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided that this is MY blog - NOT NOAH'S!! I thought that it needed an updated picture of me! This is not my best side as I am just waking up in this picture. There are better pictures on Mommy's blackberry, but seeing as I don't know how to get those off, they will stay where they are! BOL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and by the way, I am naked in this picture. I do not have my daytime on!! Sorry for the indecency!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&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/3900289145249829351-8271716620128405470?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8271716620128405470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8271716620128405470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8271716620128405470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8271716620128405470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-of-me.html' title='Picture of ME!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVtNTiYn6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/TNJ7zIp7a10/s72-c/Maggie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3224719477334789194</id><published>2010-09-06T16:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:09:57.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brudder update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry that it has taken me so long to post. I am obviously not a good blogger anymore! Since I do not get to go to work with Mommy anymore, I can not find the time to steal her computer to blog. She usually has it with her at work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promised some pictures of Noah with his blue accessory!! He got his cast off, just over 4 weeks of wearing it. It was not as bad as it could have been. Papaw and Mommy were glad to see the cast go - it became a weapon to hit them with. Fortunately the  weapon never got turned on me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brudder&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkpK_uPAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mec8m0A3X-s/s1600/noah+stool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923977274080258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkpK_uPAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mec8m0A3X-s/s400/noah+stool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting and waiting on the doctor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkouyuvmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CCqez_JFI6E/s1600/noah+stool+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923969703394914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkouyuvmI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CCqez_JFI6E/s400/noah+stool+close.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Such a cute &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brudder&lt;/span&gt; that I have!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkanhCuSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wLfB9732tzk/s1600/noah+daddy%27s+shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923727231990050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkanhCuSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/wLfB9732tzk/s400/noah+daddy%27s+shoes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Wearing Daddy's shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkaMSlyqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tWvHPBON4fg/s1600/noah+crying+cast+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923719923616418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkaMSlyqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/tWvHPBON4fg/s400/noah+crying+cast+off.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting our cast off. Noah was afraid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkZtnTJhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/IrJS5iyPSyM/s1600/noah+cast+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923711688975890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkZtnTJhI/AAAAAAAAAbk/IrJS5iyPSyM/s400/noah+cast+off.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ...but then he was quickly distracted and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkZS63m-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/he_tM1RjSy8/s1600/noah+x+ray.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513923704523299810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkZS63m-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/he_tM1RjSy8/s400/noah+x+ray.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Getting the final x-ray that showed we were good to go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3224719477334789194?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3224719477334789194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3224719477334789194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3224719477334789194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3224719477334789194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/09/brudder-update.html' title='Brudder update'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/TIVkpK_uPAI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mec8m0A3X-s/s72-c/noah+stool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1805071001683243058</id><published>2010-07-22T16:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:48:32.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, poor brudder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My poor brudder has a boo-boo. This is his first real boo-boo and it's a doozie! No, I did not have a paw in it, but it is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah broke his right arm last week at school. He has a cast on his arm up above his elbow. Fortunately, he has not learned that he can use it as a weapon. THANK GOODNESS! Mommy also told him that he can not hit me with it. Whew - that would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy are not 100% sure how he did it, but they know that he must have fallen. He was at school when the accident happened but they did not see him fall. Noah has "happy feet" all the time and sometimes his feet get ahead of his body and he falls down. It really doesn't surprise Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he will only have to wear the cast for 3 weeks - right now we are 1 week down and 2 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask Mommy to help me post some pictures this weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1805071001683243058?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1805071001683243058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1805071001683243058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1805071001683243058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1805071001683243058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/07/poor-poor-brudder.html' title='Poor, poor brudder'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-756142468353413550</id><published>2010-06-11T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:02:02.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BA-BA-BA-BUNNY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(As I sing the tune of Benny and The Jets...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bunnies are taking over my hood!! My yard to be exact! Every night, I go out for last time for nite-nite and there, in the middle of my backyard is a bunny. I run, run, run as fast as I can and chase it out of my yard. Then, I stand guard in my yard until Mommy comes to get me. As my Daddy says, I was bred to hunt and chase bunnies and now they are in my territory. Ugh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have even played a game with one of them the other night. I went out and chased it. Then I went back in and sat at the back door. I peered out the window watching that little rabbit bounce right back through my fence and into my yard. Fortunately, Mommy walked back into the kitchen just in time for me to go outside. Oh, it was so much fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy bought a bird feeder for my back yard so now I chase the birds in the morning. Mommy tries to tell me that we like the birds and we want to feed them. HA - NOT!!! Its just a fun game for me and I guess that she does not understand it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-756142468353413550?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/756142468353413550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=756142468353413550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/756142468353413550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/756142468353413550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ba-ba-ba-bunny.html' title='BA-BA-BA-BUNNY...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8803618466604267552</id><published>2010-06-04T12:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:23:09.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the bed...and the Momma said... MARGARET FRANCES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night was NOT a pretty night in our household. Unfortunately, it was all my fault! Noah had gone to bed at his normal time of 9 pm. Daddy had just gotten home and was eating dinner. I had been outside and was ready to come in and go to bed. It was a little after 10 pm. I ran up the stairs to our bedroom, mommy was getting ready for bed, I jumped on the bed and tried to have a meltdown. I let out 2 little barks. About 5 seconds later ... Noah cries! OH, my mommy was not happy with me!! I knew instantly what I had done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy rocked Noah, got him back to sleep, tried to lay him down, and he would cry. Mommy would pick him up, rock him, get him back to sleep, lay him down, and cry! Finally, Mommy brought him to bed with her and turned on the Baby Channel. We watch the Nightime Programs for Baby on the baby channel. Oh, it is so soothing!! We laid there for about 30 minutes, all 3 of us asleep. Daddy came to bed so Mommy tried to put Noah in his bed. Well, that did not work. He screamed for 10 minutes. Mommy was afraid that he would make himself sick so she went to get him. She and brother headed downstairs to try to sleep in the recliner. That did not work. Then she tried the couch. That did not work. I tried to snuggle with them in the recliner and couch, but there was not enough room for 3 of us. Finally, Mommy turned on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and we watched 3 episodes. Noah sat on the couch, happy as could be, just giggling at all that Mickey was saying. Mommy and I snuggled on the couch and caught a few zzz's in between laughter. I felt like I owed it to Mommy to be there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 1:15 am, Mommy decided it was time to try bed again. We headed off upstairs (again), I jumped on my bed (the king sized bed, that is) and Mommy and Noah headed into the nursery. She thought she would try the whole "nite nite" routine to see if that would help Noah. They sat down to read a book and then to tell Chuckles "nite nite". Mommy laid Noah down and he fussed for about a minute and then was out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad about what I did. I wanted some attention and play time and caused Mommy a night of sleep. I snuggled with her all night, trying to make sure she knew that I was very sorry for my mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother woke up bright and early morning raring to go! Daddy is at a wedding and mommy is at work. Momma Gena and GrandDanny are here with us know until brother finishes his nap. I hear that we may go home with them - so I am hoping for a fun afternoon at GiGi's house! Maybe I'll beg for a walk - in between rain showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8803618466604267552?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8803618466604267552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8803618466604267552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8803618466604267552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8803618466604267552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/06/4-in-bedand-momma-said-margaret-frances.html' title='4 in the bed...and the Momma said... MARGARET FRANCES!!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3802950882447875880</id><published>2010-05-10T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:12:17.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends in the hood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Noah and I meet lots of interesting people while out for our nightly walks. I now know so many other 4-leggers in our neighborhood. I've told you about Gretta and Gracie. Gretta is a boxer and Gracie a basset. They live 3 houses down with Ms. Rita. Apparently Ms. Rita works nights and takes Gretta and Gracie on their daily morning walk around 8:20 each morning. Gretta is the one who walked through my house looking for me one day. Gretta and Gracie are trained and take supervised, yet unsupervised walks each day. All Mommy has to do is say "there's Gretta and Gracie" and my hair stands up and off I go to the back door!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know Ziggy. Ziggy is a Scottish terrier. He is retired and lives with his mommy and daddy. I met Bear a few weeks ago who lives with his mommy. He has 3 siblings who are at the University of Alabama. He is a hound mixture, but not sure what kind of mix he is. All I know is that he is taller than me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently met "W" and Sally. "W" was named after the great George W Bush. Mommy and I call him "W", THE DOG. Sally, his next door neighbor, is another basset hound. I just love it that a majority of dogs in our hood belong to the hound family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Clay, Hounds are taking over Georgebrook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3802950882447875880?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3802950882447875880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3802950882447875880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3802950882447875880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3802950882447875880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/friends-in-hood.html' title='Friends in the hood'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7437959063176658145</id><published>2010-05-06T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:10:51.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I STRUCK GOLD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Years ago today, I struck GOLD!! And beautiful gold it was! I remember that day like it was yesterday. There I was, in a crate in the Trussville Petsmart Store. People had been in and out all day long looking at the few of us that laid there. They would reach through the crate door and let me smell their fingers - some smelling good, others, not so much! When I was in the pin, they would reach over and scratch my head. I would get to go outside every couple of hours and do my business, but I would just sniff around and not really do what I needed to do! People would Ooo and Ahhh over us, but none looked worthy enough for me to go home with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;FINALLY - my future family came in. Oh how sweet they looked! A group of 4 it was. They all kept looking around at all of us, trying to make a decision. I laid there just hoping that my number was next. AND IT WAS!! My daddy picked me out from the group. Mommy was honestly more interested in an older lady that was in a much larger crate, but I had Daddy's heart from the beginning! Daddy held me and there was an instant connection. He and Momma Gena were admiring me. GrandDanny said I looked like Freckles. I didn't know who he was talking about but I went along with him. Mommy came over to look at me and I gave her some sad eyes. She held me and we cuddled. Oh it felt so good. I felt the love! Mommy handed me back to Daddy and said that she liked me. (I don't think she felt the connection quite like I did!) Daddy held me and said that if I wanted a new home today then I could have it. He said I needed to tell him and it would be done! I laid my head across his arm and took a deep breath. He looked at Mommy and said to go get the checkbook! The rest is history! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I definitely struck gold that day. I had no idea that I would join such an amazing family. I am loved more than any other dog in the world!! Life is very good for me and I would not trade anything in the world!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's AMAZING life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7437959063176658145?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7437959063176658145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7437959063176658145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7437959063176658145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7437959063176658145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-struck-gold.html' title='I STRUCK GOLD...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1962454735165329831</id><published>2010-04-09T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:47:15.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything has been so busy with Grandma that I forgot to tell you about Easter!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter morning was a blast with Noah. Both of us were excited to see what the Easter Bunny had left. I headed down the stairs first (I am a little faster since I have 4 legs - I can skip stairs better). I hopped on the couch to find that the Easter Bunny had brought me a new bag of treats. I was so excited and eager to have Daddy open them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah was very excited to see his new dump truck, sand bucket and shovels, ball, pjs, snacks and new duckie towel. He is such a boy and went straight for his snacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The morning was spent at church then a WONDERFUL lunch at Momma Gena's house. The whole family was there!! Uncle Mike and Aunt Barbara came up from Clanton, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and Jake also joined us for lunch. Nina and Papaw had lunch with Aunt Dorinda but then came to Momma Gena's house for dessert. After lunch, the fam enjoyed time together on the patio. Daddy hid some eggs for Noah and Jake to search for. He even thought he would be smart and hide a special egg just for me. HA - I am smarter than the average beagle and found it instantly!! He rubbed a treat all over an egg and then buried it in one of my favorite smelling spots. Come on Dad, give a girl some credit and a little more challenge!! BOL! I found the egg before Daddy could get off of the porch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and Jake enjoyed their egg hunt. Noah seemed to pick up the eggs a little better than Jake but he couldn't comprehend to keep the eggs in his bucket. Both found a lot of eggs - each finding one with ice cream money in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah did discover something new - GrandDanny's concrete gutter drain. Poor thing - he thought it was a slide. Took Daddy a few minutes to figure out what he was doing ... he would sit on it and scoot his bottom down it. Mommy was worried about his Easter outfit - then it dawned on Daddy that Noah thought it was a slide. He remembered it from our day at the park a couple of weeks ago. Noah LOVES to slide!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy has decided that she is going to buy Noah a slide in a couple of weeks. He will have a blast on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Noah headed off to Leeds to see Nanny. They enjoyed time with her and even had a yummy dinner there. I didn't get to go - Buddy still scares the poop out of me every time. I spent the afternoon with Momma Gena and enjoyed some valuable lap time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that was our Easter day. I hope that yours was just as enjoyable with some much needed family time. But most of all, I hope that you took the time to realize what Easter is really all about. Yes, Noah and I love that the Easter Bunny brought us goodies, but it is the fact that Jesus gave us ETERNITY!! What better gift could we receive?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1962454735165329831?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1962454735165329831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1962454735165329831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1962454735165329831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1962454735165329831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-treats.html' title='Easter Treats'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6225655602088410145</id><published>2010-04-09T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:40:31.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God does listen to my prayers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It doesn't matter how big or small the prayer is, or even who is praying it, but God does listen!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma Dison is starting to settle in to her new "home". Nina went to visit her today and Grandma seemed much better. She even ventured to the dinning room to have lunch with her new roommates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Noah are going to see her on Sunday. I don't think I will be allowed to make this trip but I hope to go very soon! Nina says that there are goats there and I might just have to "play" with them! HEHE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy said that there is a really cool red barn there, so she plans to take some neat pictures of brother. I will be sure to post them when she does!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you all for your prayers. Keep them coming! I'll keep you updated as things change!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6225655602088410145?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6225655602088410145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6225655602088410145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6225655602088410145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6225655602088410145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/god-does-listen-to-my-prayers.html' title='God does listen to my prayers...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4555941357395151184</id><published>2010-04-07T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:36:45.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Heart Hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I don't know how to fix it. Last night, she just looked at me and cried! I jumped on the couch beside her and put my paw on her and just loved her, that was all I could do. She knew my love by the look in my eyes. I wasn't real sure what was going on but I knew my Mommy needed me and that is where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later figured out that Grandma Dison was moved to a skilled nursing facility - as Mommy called it. Grandma made the move ok, but she was not happy about it. She said that the family did it to her on purpose. Mommy's heart just breaks at the thought of Grandma being there by herself. Unfortunately, there is nothing Mommy can do about it. She knows it is where Grandma needs to be, but it is just so hard. If you have ever met my Grandma, then you know that she is a very independent woman, just like my Nina and just like my Mommy! All 3 of them would rather do it themselves then ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina had a very hard time last night as well. She feels so guilty for having to take Grandma there. We keep praying that she will settle in to where she is and be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for my family. This is such a hard time and I hate seeing my Mommy's heart hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4555941357395151184?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4555941357395151184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4555941357395151184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4555941357395151184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4555941357395151184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/04/mommys-heart-hurts.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Heart Hurts...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3369570743384576145</id><published>2010-03-31T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:31:36.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Scratch Learning Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah has always been real good playing with me, and I'm good with him, but he has not learned how gentle he needs to be with me. Mommy tries to tell him to be gentle with me, but he doesn't understand. Mommy taught him how to scratch my tummy this morning and it was GOOD!! I helped out with the process, of course. Mommy brought Noah to our king sized bed at 8 am this morning to put his socks back on him - the boy hates his socks! I preceded to roll on my back and put all fours in the air. Mommy started scratching my tummy (and oh, it felt so good) and then Noah decided to help. Mommy took his hand and showed him the proper way to scratch. He seemed more interested in my foot and my mouth (because my teeth were showing, I was smiling) but Mommy kept sending him back to scratching my tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He is such a cutie, and I love my brother!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3369570743384576145?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3369570743384576145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3369570743384576145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3369570743384576145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3369570743384576145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/tummy-scratch-learning-session.html' title='Tummy Scratch Learning Session'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1656476174449134239</id><published>2010-03-30T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:34:32.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' to GiGi's House today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am going to GiGi's house today and I am so excited!!! Can't wait to get some valuable lap time!! Noah's going too, so I may not get as much attention as I would like, but still, I LOVE going to GiGi's house!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy is helping GrandDanny build another fence in the backyard - I may need to supervise it! Mommy is going to the hospital to check on Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma Update - Yesterday was a tough day. Nina said that she slept a lot, which is not what Grandma has done the last week that she has been in the hospital. Mommy is nervous that Grandma may be ready to give up her fight and go be with Grandpa. Mommy just prays for strength for what ever may happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah is growing like a little weed! He is getting more fun every day. Now that the weather is getting pretty, we go out on walks all the time. Momma Gena and GrandDanny gave him a red wagon for his birthday and he loves to ride. Mommy took a part the guest bedroom and made a play room for Noah. GrandDanny and Daddy tried to put the red couch in there so that I could have a place to lay which I watch Noah play, but it would not fit down the hallway and make the curve. Mommy loves having the play room. Noah still plays a lot in the living room, but there are not toys in front of the window that block my view of the C-A-T-S! Oh, and did I mention that my basket of toys is back out. Noah doesn't put them in his mouth anymore - in fact, he loves to throw them for me. He can't throw very far, but it is still fun. I know that we are going to have a lot of fun in the backyard this summer. I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy is in the hunt for a job - she has decided that it is time to go back to work. I am not sure what is going to happen with me and Noah, but I am sure that we will be ok. Daddy has some things up his sleeve as well, so we are praying they all work out just fine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1656476174449134239?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1656476174449134239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1656476174449134239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1656476174449134239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1656476174449134239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/goin-to-gigis-house-today.html' title='Goin&apos; to GiGi&apos;s House today'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2881633465677622362</id><published>2010-03-29T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:37:13.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I found this while reading another doggie blog : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourwaggingtales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.ourwaggingtales.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Take naps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Stretch before rising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Run, romp, and play daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Thrive on attention and let people touch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Be loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Never pretend to be something you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2881633465677622362?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2881633465677622362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2881633465677622362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2881633465677622362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2881633465677622362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7892458860812194637</id><published>2010-03-29T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:57:29.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY bIrThDaY, pApAw!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to woo, (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to woo, (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, DEAR PAPAW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday TO WOO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your at my house working today, and it's beautiful outside, so I'm gonna demand a W-A-L-K in just a bit! Hope your up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7892458860812194637?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7892458860812194637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7892458860812194637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7892458860812194637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7892458860812194637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-papaw.html' title='HaPpY bIrThDaY, pApAw!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1507838819110651728</id><published>2010-03-29T13:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:58:00.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, MOMMA GENA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY (belated) Birthday to woo (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY (belated) Birthday to woo (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR MOMMA GENA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HaPpY bIrThDaY tO wOo!! (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you had a wonderful birthday. I'm sorry I didn't get to go to dinner with the family. I'll make it up to you with some extra lap time!! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1507838819110651728?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1507838819110651728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1507838819110651728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1507838819110651728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1507838819110651728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-belated-birthday-momma-gena.html' title='HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY, MOMMA GENA!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8247312031011144871</id><published>2010-03-29T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:50:39.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for Grandma Dison</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Grandma Dison fell last Sunday night/Monday morning and broke her femur bone in her right leg. The ambulance had to take her to the hospital and she had to have surgery last Tuesday. She had to stay in SICU until Saturday afternoon. She had some bleeding that they could not find the cause from. While looking for it, they found an aneurysm in her tummy, which is NOT good. This type of issue would normally require surgery, but Grandma is not a candidate for it. She would not make it through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma is also about to have to go to a nursing home - which will not necessarily be a good thing - cause I can not go see her there. I can't go sit in her lap like I do when we are at her house. I know that it is probably going to be best for her, but I'm not real happy about it. Because of financial reasons, there is a big probability that the family will have to turn over her home to the state. It's gonna be tough if we loose Grandma and her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please pray for my Mommy and her family - and for Grandma, of course. This is such a hard time for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8247312031011144871?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8247312031011144871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8247312031011144871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8247312031011144871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8247312031011144871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/pray-for-grandma-dison.html' title='Pray for Grandma Dison'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2753831177287379588</id><published>2010-03-29T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:38:41.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies, Bunnies EVERYWHERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bunnies are attacking my yard. 2 were sitting in our neighbor's yard last week. I saw them through the window and went nuts. Mommy and Daddy were not happy with me because Noah had already gone to bed. Daddy thought they were not real and something that Mrs. Jessica put out for decoration. He closed the blinds saying that we would have to ask Mrs. Jessica to move them, opened the blinds right back up and they were gone. Poof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, last Monday night a bunny was in my back yard. By the time I got to it, it was gone. But I trailed the smell of it for a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to figure out who to stop this infestation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2753831177287379588?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2753831177287379588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2753831177287379588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2753831177287379588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2753831177287379588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/bunnies-bunnies-everywhere.html' title='Bunnies, Bunnies EVERYWHERE'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-9222271142475749570</id><published>2010-03-19T16:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:30:37.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW - what a day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am exhausted, but I had a great time! Noah is out for spring break this week. The weather has not been the best, but today is! We have had 75 degree weather with BLUE SKIES! Off to the park we went!! We headed out this morning to Leeds for a day of fun with the family. Noah has never been to the park, so we knew this would be fun. Mommy let me go to, so I was very excited. Didn't know where I was going, but I knew I was going to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by Old Smokey BBQ to get lunch. Daddy didn't let me get out of the car, but my nose sure was going. It smelled so good! We finally made it to the park and yet again, so much to smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the family had lunch, Momma Gena, GrandDanny, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul, Jake, Nina and I went for a walk. I drank some yummy creek water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so tired after my outing. I slept all night on the couch and all night on my king sized bed. It was a wonderful family day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-9222271142475749570?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9222271142475749570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=9222271142475749570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/9222271142475749570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/9222271142475749570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/whew-what-day.html' title='WHEW - what a day!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2086953589719514189</id><published>2010-03-15T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:59:22.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One for me and one for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the new motto in my house. I have learned that Noah keeps getting all kinds of snacks during the day. Some are great and others not so much. I'm not a big fan of plain cherrios, but I love baby goldfish. I also really like Froot Loops. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Papaw is at our house today working. He fixed himself a grilled cheese sandwich. I heard the cheese come out of the fridge and I was there. Noah hoarded in on Papaw's sandwich. Before Papaw knew it, Noah and I had eaten 1 1/2 of his 2 grilled cheese sandwiches. They were so yummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy also lets me clean up after Noah finishes eating. She calls it my house chores that I have to do. I don't complain. I did not like the brown rice that he had for lunch today - obviously he didn't either and that's why we ate Papaw's sandwiches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hum ... I wonder what's for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2086953589719514189?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2086953589719514189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2086953589719514189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2086953589719514189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2086953589719514189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-for-me-and-one-for-you.html' title='One for me and one for you'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5439991650692920330</id><published>2010-03-15T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:49:25.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some of the pictures from Noah's birthday party! You will notice that there are NONE of me ... that's because I could not go! Oh well! Looks like they had fun even without me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy did invite a special guest for Noah. It was a surprise for everyone, but he seemed to be a big hit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pZLsd18I/AAAAAAAAAbM/vdM6j0yf3OE/s1600-h/CRW_3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978849265997762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pZLsd18I/AAAAAAAAAbM/vdM6j0yf3OE/s400/CRW_3949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; "SURPRISE!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pYyRBdFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zyC5fYqQs04/s1600-h/CRW_3989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978842440004690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pYyRBdFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/zyC5fYqQs04/s400/CRW_3989.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Family Picture with Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pFcCCNjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/v2TDmKhKGPg/s1600-h/CRW_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978510054045234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pFcCCNjI/AAAAAAAAAa8/v2TDmKhKGPg/s400/CRW_4016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah LOVES his new baseball toy. I don't so much because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;it has a bat that came with it. Fortunately, Noah has not learned how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;use it as a weapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pFNaKSkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/o4fA7hF7PUs/s1600-h/CRW_4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978506128706114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pFNaKSkI/AAAAAAAAAa0/o4fA7hF7PUs/s400/CRW_4048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; "HI MICKEY!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pE6gEYUI/AAAAAAAAAas/vQjZmO2mwbA/s1600-h/CRW_4052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978501053210946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pE6gEYUI/AAAAAAAAAas/vQjZmO2mwbA/s400/CRW_4052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Yummy smash cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pElTW28I/AAAAAAAAAak/Gd1aHB1roWE/s1600-h/CRW_4064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978495362751426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pElTW28I/AAAAAAAAAak/Gd1aHB1roWE/s400/CRW_4064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pEQS5aSI/AAAAAAAAAac/ilT90fe4TAM/s1600-h/CRW_4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448978489723676962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pEQS5aSI/AAAAAAAAAac/ilT90fe4TAM/s400/CRW_4067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah's AMAZING cake that Mrs. Audrey made for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The top layer was her famous french vanilla almond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the bottom was chocolate with peanut butter icing in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakesbyaudrey.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.cakesbyaudrey.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;  Tell her Maggie sent you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5439991650692920330?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5439991650692920330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5439991650692920330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5439991650692920330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5439991650692920330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/noahs-birthday-party.html' title='Noah&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S56pZLsd18I/AAAAAAAAAbM/vdM6j0yf3OE/s72-c/CRW_3949.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2830455676153224709</id><published>2010-03-09T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:54:31.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sending prayers out to my friend, Lady. Her brother went to the big farm in the sky today!! He is so much better off though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady - I love ya, my friend! Thoughts, prayers, love and treats being sent your direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2830455676153224709?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2830455676153224709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2830455676153224709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2830455676153224709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2830455676153224709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/praying-for-friend.html' title='Praying for a friend'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8847286427094326867</id><published>2010-03-09T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:52:13.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's 1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like I said the other night - I am very behind on my blogging, and I am so sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah is now going to big boy school. His first day was Wednesday, February 3rd. He only goes 2 days a week for four hours, but boy does he like it! And so do I!! It is 4 hours of undisturbed sleeping on the couch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't really like it at first. I was real cautious when Mommy and Noah would leave and she would come home without him.  She finally took me with her to pick him up and I have been fine since. It was unusual to suddenly not have my pack together. It was out of my control and I didn't understand and I didn't like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brother has settled in very well. Had a few rough days at first, but he loves it now! He even has him a little girlfriend. Her name is Ansley. She gave Noah a picture Valentine card, so I have seen a picture and she is adorable. She just loves to rub Noah's head. His teachers don't think she has ever seen a red head before. But Noah is just as smitten. He stands beside the highchair while she eats lunch and talks to her. So sweet! Such a gentleman!! Last week at school they played "house" together. Their classroom has new pots and pans and they played with them together. Mommy thinks this might be getting too serious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few pictures of his first day at school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5ciigWft4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmXIIfz23AE/s1600-h/CRW_4103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446860250523088770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5ciigWft4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmXIIfz23AE/s400/CRW_4103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He has his bag, his cup, his lunch and his papi - what else does a boy need!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's catching up on a little Mickey Mouse Clubhouse before heading out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5ciiVbqd8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/gmrsFAOQaL8/s1600-h/CRW_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446860247591974850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5ciiVbqd8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/gmrsFAOQaL8/s400/CRW_4104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is the outside of Noah's school - it is called Noah's Park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So fitting of a name! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His classroom window is to the left of the blue circle window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5cihxXhKmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5x1agVaUNx8/s1600-h/CRW_4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446860237910911586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5cihxXhKmI/AAAAAAAAAaE/5x1agVaUNx8/s400/CRW_4107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Mommy and Noah leaving school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He looks a little relieved that she came back to get him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5cihrkVC5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fs-hVTbEu7c/s1600-h/CRW_4105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446860236354030482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5cihrkVC5I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/fs-hVTbEu7c/s400/CRW_4105.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Noah with Mrs. Lisa and Mrs. Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(he really did have a good day at school!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8847286427094326867?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8847286427094326867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8847286427094326867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8847286427094326867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8847286427094326867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/noahs-1st-day-of-school.html' title='Noah&apos;s 1st Day of School'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S5ciigWft4I/AAAAAAAAAaU/nmXIIfz23AE/s72-c/CRW_4103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3804697838609002702</id><published>2010-03-07T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:39:39.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so far behind on my blogging. I have so much to update you on! I don't even know where to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all - it snowed at my house!! We had such a good time playing in the snow. Brother did not know what to do with it. I don't think he liked it! But I loved chasing snowballs!! Papaw spent the night with us so we had an extra good time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICKNESS - the stomach virus has made its way through our house. Everyone had it except me. THANKGOODNESS!! I had to nurse, and it was tough. First, Noah got it. It was sad, but he missed his Valentine's Day party at school. But it was ok, because school ended up closing early for the snow. Then Daddy got the virus on Valentines. He had it so bad that he ended up staying at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house because he could not make it home. (Mommy and I took over the king-sized bed. Not gonna lie - it was kinda nice to stretch out. Oh wait, I do that every night!) Mommy "bug bombed" the house and thought we were rid of it!! THEN - Mommy got it. You know, they say its bad when Daddy's get sick, but I think it was worse having Mommy sick. I didn't know what to do for her. Daddy was great for Mommy and handled everything for Noah. We didn't want him to get it again. It was scary when Mommy got sick because it was the day before Noah's 1st Birthday party. Noah went to school and Daddy went to work, so I had to stay home with Mommy. We snuggled in the bed or the couch all day. It was a great day of relaxation! Nina ended up being sick the day after Mommy. It was sad because she did miss Noah's birthday party. THEN - GrandDanny ended up with it a week later. It has been crazy stuff. Luckily Momma Gena and Papaw have faired away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Party - Noah turned 1. I can not believe it has been a year since that wonderful day that I spent the entire day in my bedroom! No, it was great!! Noah had his party on Saturday, Feb 20th. His actual birthday was Wednesday, February 24th. I have pictures to post in a separate post. He had a great time with his birthday cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny Rabbits - Did I tell you that a family of bunnies lives behind our house. Oh my goodness - I smell them each night and I bark, and I bark, and I bark! I get into trouble each night because of my barking. I smelled a coyote tonight and Papaw carried me in the house. So, I started howling at 9:30 pm. Why is that not acceptable??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I can think of right now. I know that I have tons more to post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3804697838609002702?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3804697838609002702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3804697838609002702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3804697838609002702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3804697838609002702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-far-behind.html' title='So Far Behind'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2017668541691263402</id><published>2010-02-02T13:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:58:11.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may not realize it, but SOMEONE has a special birthday coming up. Noah will be 1 on February 24th. We can not believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been busy designing the invitation for his party and needed a picture of him for the card. We took Noah into my backyard and did a few pics. I did help out, of course. Here is what we came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA6G50TqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BywgQ9kn71w/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734686196387490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA6G50TqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BywgQ9kn71w/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA526i_LI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fueGqpLkdZg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734681904479410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA526i_LI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fueGqpLkdZg/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA5qWmU1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pBY9zPRmIfw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734678532477778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA5qWmU1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/pBY9zPRmIfw/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAkGw7x6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/5nJ8e0jPV9c/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734308202006434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAkGw7x6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/5nJ8e0jPV9c/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjh92oeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MWSQ4kwgdCI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734298324083170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjh92oeI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MWSQ4kwgdCI/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjdhx_6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/9CrGfJOK3Qg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734297132597154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjdhx_6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/9CrGfJOK3Qg/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the one that will be on his invitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjDuuE-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/TGQELp9m-Kw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734290207544290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAjDuuE-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/TGQELp9m-Kw/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Mommy's favorite! He was reaching for the goldfish that Daddy was holding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAihKGnHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nyCoEgtgzKE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433734280927157362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iAihKGnHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nyCoEgtgzKE/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2017668541691263402?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2017668541691263402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2017668541691263402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2017668541691263402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2017668541691263402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-of-noah.html' title='Pictures of Noah'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/S2iA6G50TqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/BywgQ9kn71w/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6309716950043696148</id><published>2010-02-02T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:41:46.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to US!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy and I celebrated a very special birthday this weekend. Daddy turned 30 on Sunday while I turned 5! Can you believe it!! Daddy is no longer in his 20's and I now have to use 2 paws to show you how old I am. If I were human, I would only have to show you 1 hand. HAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am also now the official "elder" in the house. In puppy years, I am 35 years old, so I have surpassed Mommy and Daddy!! Let's see if they start following my rules!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6309716950043696148?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6309716950043696148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6309716950043696148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6309716950043696148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6309716950043696148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-us.html' title='Happy Birthday to US!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7268151392081515510</id><published>2010-01-04T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:41:33.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;During a recent password audit, IT discovered a blonde was using the following password:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;When they asked her why such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include 1 capital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7268151392081515510?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7268151392081515510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7268151392081515510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7268151392081515510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7268151392081515510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/during-recent-password-audit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4935032879422750820</id><published>2010-01-02T11:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:54:07.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to Santa's Lap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you believe what my Mommy did to us???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-GvjMMAEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a7_FLFHeg-c/s1600-h/noah+santa+pic11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422200627835699266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-GvjMMAEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a7_FLFHeg-c/s400/noah+santa+pic11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Noah and Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-Gver8M6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/AeScuOU4lF0/s1600-h/mag+and+noah+santa12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422200626626704290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-Gver8M6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/AeScuOU4lF0/s400/mag+and+noah+santa12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; Maggie, Noah and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I sat in Santa's lap. I was not really good while in Santa's lap... though it looks like I was. This picture was about 20 minutes into the process. Noah cried first. We let other people go in front of us to give Noah a few minutes to settle down. Then we tried it again... and I jumped clear out of Noah's lap! I was almost loose on my own in Petsmart... that would have been fun! Finally we both settled down and Mommy got her picture! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The proceeds from this picture goes to help the Pell City Animal Shelter, which is where I orginally came from. Melissa was there, so it was great to see her again! Mommy told Melissa that she wants Daddy and Papaw to do the Santa pictures next year to help out the shelter. I am sure that I will not be able to be there that day... I am certain that I already have a prior engagement! Just Kidding... I am sure that I will have to endure through another picture, but anything to help my friends and family at PCAS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks, Mommy, for a great memory! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4935032879422750820?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4935032879422750820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4935032879422750820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4935032879422750820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4935032879422750820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/trip-to-santas-lap.html' title='A Trip to Santa&apos;s Lap'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-GvjMMAEI/AAAAAAAAAY0/a7_FLFHeg-c/s72-c/noah+santa+pic11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6331779822571463984</id><published>2010-01-02T10:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:31:49.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;First of all, let me begin by saying MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR!! I hope that Santa was as good to you as he was to me!!! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, I am a little delayed on my blogging and I'm sorry! But it has flat been busy!!! Christmas was last Friday and I have been non-stop since then. Well, you know me better than that - that is a lie! But, I have been too lazy to get off of the couch and post about Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Christmas holiday has been a blast! It was our first Christmas with Noah! He had such a good time. Our holiday started on Wednesday the 23rd with Mommy's family Christmas. According to them, we had an old fashion Christmas at Nina and Papaw's house. It was great cause I got to go! Daddy grilled pork chops while everyone else fixed the sides. I sat right next to Papaw in hopes of getting some treats - and I sure did! He gave me dessert! Yumm-o! I kept wanting to go outside and smell all of the wonderful smells that are at Nina and Papaw's house. My rope was not at their house, it was at my house in Daddy's truck. Oh well! Papaw took me outside to let me smell. Nope, no boogers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Eve was a low key day! We enjoyed the day at home. I helped Mommy wrap presents! HEHE! My helping involves walking on the paper and crinkling it for Mommy. Noah helped too! Mommy, Daddy and Noah went to Christmas Eve service at CrossPoint. Momma Gena, GrandDanny, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and Jake went too. We went to dinner at Momma Gena's house that night and had a grand time! The family cooked steak, shrimp, baked potatoes, salad and bread for dinner. I begged and begged for a bite. The steak tasted great! Everyone opened a present of Christmas pj's . I did not get pjs, but I did get some great new toys. I already took out the innards of 2 of my new babies that night. Noah and Jake took a "swim" in Momma Gena's big bath tub. This was the first time that the boys have bathed together. I stayed away during bath time! I did not want to end up in the tub! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Santa came to my house that night! And he was great to Noah and me! We had so much fun playing with our new toys! Noah did not know what to think of all of the toys. Mommy said that he was in toy overload. I will post some pics at the bottom of my post! We spent the morning playing at home. We headed to lunch at Grandma Dison's house... yes, I got to go too! Cousin Daisy was there. She and I got into a little argument under the kitchen table during lunch. I showed my teeth to her and growled and she got put in timeout in the truck. HAHA! We both know that Grandma is the hand that feeds us at her house, and that is cause she does not remember giving us the food so she keeps giving it. We fought over who got to sit by Grandma. After a full tummy and presents at Grandma's , we headed off to Aunt Jennifer's house. Uncle Mike and Aunt Barbara were there when we arrived. I begged and begged and begged for a w-a-l-k to the doggie park. I barked all during presents! (I think I got on Mommy's nerves!) This was my first time to Aunt Jennifer's house since Woody passed away. It was a sollum moment. Presents were fun. Jake and Noah had a blast! After presents, Daddy gave in a took me out. We did not make it to the doggie park because the ground was so wet, but I was happy anyway! I quickly found my place on the couch next to Momma Gena. It was time for Mommy and Daddy to leave but I did not budge! GrandDanny said that is was fine for me to stay there while Mommy and Daddy headed to Nanny's house. I like going to see Nanny, but Buddy is there, and he scares the poop out of me every time (literally!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole family was at Nanny's house! Noah got to meet Uncle John for the first time. I understand that he played his annual "Charlie Brown" on the piano. Noah loved it!! Then Uncle John played in the floor with him. Sarah had a good time with Noah. He walked all over Nanny's house holding on to Sarah's fingers! Nanny did get Noah a Thomas the Train tent that now takes up our entire living room. I enjoy walking through it with Noah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was pooped out by the end of Christmas day! We all slept so good that night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy headed off with Momma Gena and GrandDanny to Uncle Brownie and Aunt Vicki's house on Monday for a boy fishing trip. (I am beginning to think that I will NEVER get to go there!) Daddy keeps promising me a fishing trip and there he goes without me! HUM! Anyway - not bitter!! BUT, Meghan came to stay at our house with Mommy and Noah. We also had a few other visitors those days. Angie, Amanda and Rydan came for a visit. We had a house full! I love it when Amanda comes because she is my buddy (aka: she feeds me!!) Rydan and Noah played well together. Rydan is older than Noah and played and little rougher than Noah does, but Noah held his own and did really well. Rydan kept Noah occupied so I didn't have to play for a couple of days! It was a nice break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;New Years Eve has come and gone and it is now 2010! Our NYE was NOT exciting. Well, I take that back. Mommy and Daddy had to go to a photo shoot so I lounged at home to recover from the hectic week. We headed off to Momma Gena's house for dinner. Aunt Jennifer and Uncle Paul are vacationing in Gatlinburg, so Jake is at Momma Gena's house this weekend. We had a great dinner and dessert. The boys had a good time playing, but they were too tired to stay up to see the ball drop. We were home by 9:30 and in bed at 10:30. Yea, I completely missed the "ringing in of the new year"! But that is ok!! I enjoyed the rest!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that you enjoy my Christmas picture... I've got more to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193678120988226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-AbBfFLkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rpUlVdpGfRE/s400/christmas+tree4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our Christmas Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193673487259074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-AawOUFcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VbnHjYgB6kE/s400/cookies+for+santa5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Milk and Cookies for Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193673754979154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-AaxOJK1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/GuJH193w_Is/s400/maggies+santa6.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My prizes from Santa... a pink snuggie, a bear, treats and a pretty new daytime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193669656752130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-Aah9DMAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/JU_R31-wQ-c/s400/maggies+santa7.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah's prizes from Santa -- and our pretty Christmas stockings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422193665928739426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-AaUEOOmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vnLGtxMOt9g/s400/noah+playing8.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah checking out his new train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422191156355743570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz9-IPLZP1I/AAAAAAAAAXs/SDY_kYNIyxk/s400/maggie+playing9.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me checking out my prizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422191146825830418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz9-HrrSUBI/AAAAAAAAAXk/BAadbBnvF2Q/s400/noah+with+tree10.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah playing with the Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6331779822571463984?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6331779822571463984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6331779822571463984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6331779822571463984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6331779822571463984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sz-AbBfFLkI/AAAAAAAAAYk/rpUlVdpGfRE/s72-c/christmas+tree4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3382973045033959009</id><published>2009-12-17T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:53:18.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Hayes Paten Carr!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jen had her baby!! Noah was very excited to know that he had another girlfriend!! Hayes Paten Carr arrived into the world on Tuesday, December 15th, 2009. Mommy says that she is absolutely beautiful - even if she looks like her Daddy! She has red hair, and according to mommy - has more hair than Noah does! How funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, baby Hayes - Welcome to the world!! It's a scary place but I know that you are well loved and well protected!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady and Charlie - I wish you the best of luck with your new pack animal. I hope you welcome her as well as I welcomed Noah! Call me if you need some advice!! And don't be afraid when she tries to touch you - only when she pulls your ears! BUT - one thing that I have learned - always check to see if Mommy is looking before you tell Hayes to stop. I have learned that my Mommy has my back - even if it doesn't look like she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad you all are doing good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's (exciting) life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3382973045033959009?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3382973045033959009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3382973045033959009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3382973045033959009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3382973045033959009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-baby-hayes-paten-carr.html' title='Welcome Baby Hayes Paten Carr!!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6901982073478753734</id><published>2009-12-09T22:12:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:36:37.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Ringtone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my Daddy's Christmas ringtone for his phone. I just HAD to share it with you. It is music to my ears! Makes me want to sing with it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - you will want to scroll down and pause my blog music before you click play to hear this. it is a version of "O Holy Night" that will bring tears to your eyes! At least it does to mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mk4woNRD7NQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mk4woNRD7NQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6901982073478753734?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6901982073478753734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6901982073478753734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6901982073478753734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6901982073478753734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-ringtone.html' title='Holiday Ringtone'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-440077108382775643</id><published>2009-12-09T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:26:18.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell My Friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To my friend, Jones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that life was cut short for you, but I know that you enjoyed your 5 years here with your incredible family. Just know that you will be missed! You are loved very much from your momma, Carlie and Gran. Enjoy running through the fields, dear friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-440077108382775643?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/440077108382775643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=440077108382775643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/440077108382775643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/440077108382775643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell-my-friend.html' title='Farewell My Friend!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7263124241468389685</id><published>2009-12-08T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:52:04.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One for me... One for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...is the only way that Noah will eat his goldfish crackers. And personally - I LOVE it! If Mommy does not give me a cracker when she gives it to him, then he tries to give me his. Then I get into trouble when I try to accept what he is giving me. There are several times that I go ahead and get the cracker that he is giving me because Mommy says that I have gotten too close to it. I knew that this kid would come in handy. I am really starting to like him! Everyone tried telling me this, but I just didn't see it to my advantage. But I do now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah does try to play with me now too. I am not too sure about this. I am still afraid that I will hurt him. He has watched my Mommy try to trigger a MD and now he does the same thing. Mommy will head butt me to get me going and now he does the same thing. And once my MD starts and I go running all over the place, he just laughs. It really is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that you are dying for some updated pictures of our family... and I promise I will get them to you as soon as Daddy finishes with them. Mommy took some adorable fall/Halloween photos and some Alabama Roll Tide pictures. I will post them soon!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7263124241468389685?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7263124241468389685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7263124241468389685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7263124241468389685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7263124241468389685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-for-me-one-for-you.html' title='One for me... One for you...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4565342849198203356</id><published>2009-12-06T20:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:57:19.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Aunt Jennifer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, woof, woof, woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, woof, woof, woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Aunt Jennifer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, t-o y-o-u!! WOOF, WOOF, WOOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for sharing your birthday lunch with me today! It was so yummy! I hope that you had a wonderful birthday and wished for many more to come!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4565342849198203356?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4565342849198203356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4565342849198203356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4565342849198203356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4565342849198203356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-aunt-jennifer.html' title='Happy Birthday, Aunt Jennifer'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2706576346367476856</id><published>2009-12-06T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:00:02.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am praying for my friend, Jones. He is very sick. Jones lives with Carlie and Brindle Swindle. Carlie told Mommy that Jones had to go to the ER last night to have a blood transfusion. He has some kind of immune problem that caused him to not be able to breathe and loose some blood. They have to get him tomorrow morning and take him to his vet. We will wait to see what they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jones, I'm praying for you buddy! I pray that you get better real fast so that you can chase squirrels in the backyard with Brindle Swindle. And I'm praying for your family so that they will be strong for you! (Please pray with me!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2706576346367476856?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2706576346367476856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2706576346367476856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2706576346367476856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2706576346367476856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/praying-for-jones.html' title='Praying for Jones'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-586756172796670998</id><published>2009-12-04T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:06:16.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL BOY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My brother is 100% all boy. And I am not used to this! He is all kinds of rough housing and pulling of my ears. And eating lady bugs. Yes, you heard that right. Mommy has found 4, count them, 1, 2, 3, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; lady bugs in brothers mouth! Gross, huh? I don't even eat lady bugs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And he makes all kinds of smells and noises that it is not even funny - but he certainly finds them funny. Example - I was sitting on the couch snuggling with my Mommy and he burped. Mommy looked at him and said "excuse me" and he laughed. He laughed for the next few minutes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT - brother does have some very exciting news!! His FIRST tooth finally came in. It broke through on Wednesday, December 2nd. Mommy was very excited!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well - brother is in bed and I'm going to snuggle with my Mommy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-586756172796670998?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/586756172796670998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=586756172796670998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/586756172796670998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/586756172796670998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-boy.html' title='ALL BOY!!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-9049576673874457853</id><published>2009-11-26T12:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:44:32.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanks-A-Bunch Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to take a minute out of my busy day to wish you a very Happy Thanks-A-Bunch Day!! I hope that you are enjoying some quality family time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so much to be thankful for. First of all, I am thankful that Mommy gave me some yummy turkey for lunch. It was delish! I am very thankful that I have a warm home and a warm blanket to sleep on. I am thankful for my king sized bed that Mommy and Daddy bought me a couple of years ago. But most of all, I am thankful for my family! I am thankful that I have my family to send Thanksgiving with and that I am not in a large cold cage today. BUT - I am very thankful also to Pell City Animal Shelter for caring for me while I was there a few years back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was such a wonderful day. It was well spent with family. Mommy, Daddy, Noah and I headed to Momma Gena's house early this morning so that we could watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Mrs. Melissa, Mr. John, Maleah and Lacey were invited to New York City to march in the parade and ride a float! That was such an honor for them. Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and Jake soon joined us. Aunt Barbara and Uncle Mike even came from Clanton and had lunch with the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah enjoyed Ham in Ham Gravy again. Boy did it get my nose going again! Mommy also let him have some dressing with his ham. He really liked that! Dr. Miller said that he could begin to have some "table scraps" of soft foods. I am glad that he can have table scraps because that means more for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Noah headed off to Grandma Dison's house for an afternoon of fun. I opted not to go, even though I love to smell the deer and horses. I chose to spend the afternoon in Momma Gena's lap! Daisy and Jack were there so I also knew the attention would not be mine! Angie, Tim, Rydan and Amanda all came to enjoy Thanksgiving with the family. Aunt Audrey and Uncle Marv could not come because he has been really sick. Amanda is spending the night with us, so we are having a slumber party! The family is coming over for an Iron Bowl party tomorrow. I have no idea what they are going to do with a bowl made of iron, but I am going to watch the Alabama/Auburn game. They are more than welcome to watch it with me if they like! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope that you have enjoyed your Happy Thanks-a-bunch day! If you have not done so, take a minute and look at the people and things around you. Take a minute and say thanks for all that you have. You will be really glad that you did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-9049576673874457853?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/9049576673874457853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=9049576673874457853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/9049576673874457853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/9049576673874457853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanks-bunch-day.html' title='Happy Thanks-A-Bunch Day'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1542651418893180275</id><published>2009-11-25T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:10:38.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby vs Beagle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;...and the Beagle wins, of course!!!! Always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina bought Noah some new food. Mommy really did not think Noah would like it because it was Ham in Ham gravy. Mommy says that it sounded (amd smelled) horrible but she decided to try it anyway. The jar had only been opened a few seconds and my nose sent off an alert to my brain. I had to get up and see what wonderful smell had triggered my nose. It was, of course, the ham in ham gravy! Yum-my! Noah was actually enjoying his meal when I decided that I would try to help. Mommy had a wet paper towel to help wipe off his face, but I could not help myself and decided to partake in the paper towel. I had it in shreds. I found the lid to the baby food jar and cleaned it off. Then, I decided that Mommy needed help wiping Noah down since I had taken care of the paper towel. Yes, that is right... I licked Noah's face! Nina was not happy with me when Mommy told her what I did. I was only trying to help. The good thing is that Noah thought that I was playing and laughed. So, when he laughed, I licked again... and again. I licked him 3 times. I just could not get enough ham and ham gravy. There were 2 bites left over when Noah was finished with lunch so Mommy did let me have those. I can not wait until Noah has ham and ham gravy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum... I wonder what is for lunch tomorrow!! Something good, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1542651418893180275?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1542651418893180275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1542651418893180275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1542651418893180275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1542651418893180275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-vs-beagle.html' title='Baby vs Beagle...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3117802885202180716</id><published>2009-11-24T21:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:53:13.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to BabiesMart and PetsMart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and I both had outings today - each being separate. Noah's outing was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe that my brother is 9 months old today! I can not believe how fast these 9 months have gone. He just gets better and better every day. He has finally hit the playful stage with me. Nina was here yesterday and she laughed when brother chased me down the hallway. I did not really know what to do with him, and still don't. But I just kind of ran around and he laughed. I thought that it was a successful play session. Mommy keeps telling me that he will get better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Noah had to go to BabiesMart this morning for his 9 month check up. Momma Gena went with Mommy and Noah since Daddy had to work. Dr. Miller gave Noah a good bill of health. He is now 19 lbs 12 oz and is 29 inches long. He is 40th percentile for his weight and 80th percentile for his length. We obviously new that his length would be long - given how tall Mommy and Daddy both are. As for Noah's bad sleeping habits, well, Dr. Miller did not tell Mommy what she wanted to hear. It is going to take some work, but Mommy is going to have to get Noah on a better daily schedule and he is going to have to fuss it out at night until he gets the routine down. Looks like Daddy and I will have several nights of sleeping on the couch! I assured my Mommy that I had no trouble coming up with my sleeping routine! Get up in the morning, go out side, go to couch to sleep. Move upstairs to sleep on couch, go back down stairs to sleep on couch. Move to sunshine at front door, sleep some more. Eat dinner, play a few minutes, lounge on the couch with Daddy, go upstairs to bed and sleep. And my day starts all over tomorrow! I will keep you posted on Noah's sleeping progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a trip to PetsMart today as well. I was well overdue for a pet-icure, so off Mommy and I went for a ride. Noah was taking his afternoon nap, so it was just Mommy and me. We had such a good time. I am asking Santa for a new daytime, so Mommy and I looked and picked out a couple that I really like. My daytime is currently red and people constantly use the phrase "he" or "him" around me, so I think that it is time to go back to a pink daytime so that there is NO DOUBT that I am a SHE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not really thrilled with having to go today because I thought that I was going to see the doctor. I went into the same door. The nurse lady really had to drag me in there - and I mean drag because my paws were planted on the floor and I was sliding in the room. Mommy felt really bad and tried to assure me but it did no good. The nurse told Mommy that we would be right back. Mommy went off shopping again and I had to page her when I came out the door. Mommy came quickly and told me to hush. I let the entire store know that my toes had been cut off. I caused quite a ruckus. I even saw Mr. Ron, Momma Gena's neighbor (Roxy's Daddy) and he even tried to talk to me and calm me. But I also told him about it. Mommy did let me visit with the C-A-T's before leaving and we made a stop by the guinea pigs. I love tormenting the cats and rats. It is as close as I will ever get to a cat. I have to smell them while I can!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3117802885202180716?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3117802885202180716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3117802885202180716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3117802885202180716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3117802885202180716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/trip-to-babiesmart-and-petsmart.html' title='A Trip to BabiesMart and PetsMart'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6879503758733607629</id><published>2009-11-22T15:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:48:01.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Aunt Jen!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, woof, woof, woof!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, woof, woof, woof!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, to Aunt Jen!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!! Woof, Woof, Woof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope that you are having a wonderful birthday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ps - Make sure Lady and Charlie buy you something pretty for your birthday!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6879503758733607629?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6879503758733607629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6879503758733607629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6879503758733607629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6879503758733607629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-aunt-jen.html' title='Happy Birthday, Aunt Jen!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3730471753978653267</id><published>2009-11-22T15:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:45:38.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED: Babysitting Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you ever need someone to babysit, or you know of someone who needs a babysitter, just call me!! I had the opportunity to babysit Noah for Mommy yesterday, and I think that I did a pretty darn good job! Noah was taking a nap and Mommy had to walk outside for a few minutes (note: she did take the baby monitor with her!!) I was inside the house with Noah. Mommy was outside only for a few minutes when Noah woke up. Mommy instantly heard him and came inside. When she got inside, I had opened the door to the nursery and started talking to my brother to tell him that Mommy was coming. (I was actually yelling for Mommy to hurry up because Brother was crying and I was upset!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy said that I did a really good job watching Noah. It has now gone to my head and I think that I can babysit anyone!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy has also decided that I know when Brother wakes up from his nap. Several times this past week I alerted Daddy that Noah was up. Since Mommy, Daddy and Papaw are now working from my house, Brother has the privilege to nap in his own bed. Daddy shut the door to the nursery and also to our bedroom (cause Noah's nursery is in our bedroom) so not to disturb him. On 2 different days, I went to the bedroom door and begged to be let in. After minutes of begging, Daddy finally let me in. Both times, Brother was awake and ready to play. So, whoever said a dog does not have intuition or instincts is TOTALLY wrong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I try to be such a good big sister. Noah is having a really rough time sleeping right now. So much so, he was awake from 12:45 am until 2:30 am this morning. Mommy finally took Brother downstairs so that he would not disrupt me and Daddy and our precious sleeping! I could not sleep knowing that Mommy was downstairs. I hopped out of my comfy blanket and headed downstairs to help Mommy out. I curled up on the couch beside her. Before we knew it (around 2:30 am) me, Mommy and Brother were all curled up asleep on the couch together. I think we slept that way until 4:30 am. Mommy woke up and woke me up and upstairs to bed we headed. Brother woke up again less than a hour later but Mommy easily got him back to sleep. The 3 of us slept until 9 am and we all missed church this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy thinks that Noah's sleeping issue is based on teething. He will be 9 months old on Tuesday so Mommy will be talking to the doctor about ways to fix this issue. Brother does not have a single tooth yet, so as Mommy says, no Thanksgiving turkey for him!! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's (tiring) life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3730471753978653267?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3730471753978653267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3730471753978653267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3730471753978653267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3730471753978653267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/wanted-babysitting-job.html' title='WANTED: Babysitting Job'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5421773955281576624</id><published>2009-11-22T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:34:46.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in information</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mommy made a slight change to her Uppercase Living information. Her new website address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://funwithrandi.uppercaseliving.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://funwithrandi.uppercaseliving.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; and her new email address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:funwithrandi@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;funwithrandi@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. She has also created a blog for her Uppercase Living and that address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funwithrandi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.funwithrandi.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. (I now have some blogging competition!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5421773955281576624?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5421773955281576624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5421773955281576624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5421773955281576624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5421773955281576624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-in-information.html' title='Change in information'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6353324190673356970</id><published>2009-11-19T22:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:57:37.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a wonderful night tonight!!! Mommy had a girlie party at our house and I actually got to stay and enjoy the fun this time!! Mommy is now a demonstrator for Uppercase Living and tonight was her first Open House and it was at our house. We had 12 people, 3 babies and 2 demonstrators. I only helped myself to the food table twice! Shawn came to play tonight and brought a hamburger that he had for dinner. It was left on the kitchen table and I decided that he was finished with it. Noah also got to stay and play tonight... and boy did he play! He crawled all over the place! The 3rd baby was Iris. Her mom, Sarah, is the demonstrator who was helping my Mommy out. She is a young baby, she is only 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in hosting an Uppercase Living Open House for my mommy, just email her at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:weddgirl@ymail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;weddgirl@ymail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;. You can also visit her UL website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://randifunderburg.uppercaseliving.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;http://randifunderburg.uppercaseliving.net/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt; and purchase any cool products there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6353324190673356970?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6353324190673356970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6353324190673356970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6353324190673356970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6353324190673356970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/girls-night-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Night Out'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1645816641118057032</id><published>2009-11-12T18:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:13:52.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I figured out that I missed my opportunity as Underdog. I really hate that I missed it! We were watching Good Morning America this morning and they announced that Broadway Across America now has 101 Dalmatians touring as a Broadway play. I have never seen what a Broadway play is, but I did see several Dalmatian dogs on tv and that caught my attention enough. The man that they interviewed trained all of the dogs for the play. He was asked where he got the dogs. His answer: multiple places. Some are stray dogs that were found on the streets and many of them were rescue dogs they received from animal shelters and Dalmatian rescue groups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy got me from the Pell City Animal Shelter just under 3 years ago. I wonder what tv/movie/broadway company would have come to Pell City in search for me for my stardom premiere. I just know that I would have been swept up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy said that I would have never made it as Underdog because that would mean that I would have to work. I would not be able to lounge on the couch all day long. But I would have made a darn good Underdog!!!! I missed my chance for fame! Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just a dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1645816641118057032?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1645816641118057032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1645816641118057032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1645816641118057032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1645816641118057032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/underdog.html' title='Underdog'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5963151160589212983</id><published>2009-11-07T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:50:24.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiser with Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have finally gained some wisdom with my years. The family talks about the smart but unusual things that Freckles used to do. One uncommon thing was sitting to eat. Freckles would always sit at her bowl when she would eat dinner. Mommy says that it was so funny to see the rear end of a basset hound down on the floor eating. Freckles' food bowl was on the opposite side of the refrigerator at Momma Gena's old house and all you could see was her rear end sticking out from the fridge. Daddy said that he has never heard of a dog sitting to eat. That is definitely not something that I do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Freckles would also place her paw on a plate when GrandDanny gave it to her to lick. She had learned with age that there is no point in chasing the paper plate - just put your paw on it and it will stay still. When I first joined the family and learned to lick plates clean, I chased those things all over the place. The family tried to tell me to hold on to it, but I did not know what I was doing. Well, I have finally learned what they were talking about! I now put my paw on my plate to keep it still so that I can clean in. It definitely makes more sense to me. Why did I not think of that earlier??? HAHA! I guess I need to learn from Freckles. She was very wise with her age. Maybe I should start sitting to eat ... oh wait, Noah tries to play in my food bowls so they have gotten moved to the counters. Mommy has to be very careful when she gives me my dinner because Noah will try to play with my food. He is not so wise with his age yet - he does not know that it is not polite to play with your food or any one else - ESPECIALLY MINE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5963151160589212983?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5963151160589212983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5963151160589212983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5963151160589212983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5963151160589212983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/wiser-with-age.html' title='Wiser with Age'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2088961344048386049</id><published>2009-11-07T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:40:43.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Gena's Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, I have done it now. I officially have disappointed my Momma Gena! She and GrandDanny were working in the turnip green patch and found a dead rat in the patch. They assume that he has been there for a couple of days and that he ate some of the stout garlic that is planted there and it killed him. I know how bad garlic smells when Mommy is cooking with it, so I could not imagine how strong it would be in a rat's mouth. Talk about bad breath! So I disappointed my Momma Gena because I did not see or smell the dead rat. The sad thing is that I was at her house all day yesterday and took many trips into the yard and my nose let me down! Not once did I smell where he had been. Funny thing is that I noticed it immediately today when I got there. I followed my "Happy Trails" trail and went right straight to were the deceased had laid. Gonna have to check to see what is wrong with my nose! Must be the sinus infection that Mommy and I have been fighting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2088961344048386049?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2088961344048386049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2088961344048386049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2088961344048386049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2088961344048386049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/momma-genas-disappointment.html' title='Momma Gena&apos;s Disappointment'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-999235333520181140</id><published>2009-11-07T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:35:23.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made it through another Halloween without too many tricks but lots of treats! The annual Halloween bash in the Kidron neighborhood took place. There were lots of kids and a fun hay ride. I did not get to ride in the hay ride, but I went trick or treating to every door with the 15 kids that attended. While the kids received their treats, I left tricks at every mailbox. It sure was fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and Jake also enjoyed their Halloween. The dynamic duo dressed as Tigger (Noah) and Pooh (Jake). I was so glad to see these 2 come along because I did not have to dress us this year. It was WONDERFUL!! But, my family has already made of for it. Momma Gena found me a costume for next year at Target - and she bought it! She found a hot dog costume for $.99. Said that she could not resist. Too bad it was just my size! I will have to call up Bear and tell him! Maybe we can dress alike for the Petsmart costume party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-999235333520181140?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/999235333520181140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=999235333520181140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/999235333520181140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/999235333520181140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/11/full-of-tricks.html' title='Full of Tricks'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4944169804401208746</id><published>2009-10-28T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:20:04.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paw and Snout Disease</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, Noah had to go to the doctor for his sickness. He had fever on Tuesday and even into Wednesday morning, but by Thursday he had quit eating. Mommy called the doctor and took him to Babiesmart (I guess that is what it is called - my doctor is at Petsmart so I assume his is at Babiesmart.) Anyway, the doctor diagnosed him with Paw and Snout Disease. It means that he has sores on his hands, feet and mouth. The sores in his mouth made him not eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By Friday morning, Mommy and Daddy both had it also. It was not a fun weekend in our house. Papaw wanted me to go stay at his house with him to be sure that I didn't get Paw and Snout Disease, but it was a good thing that I did not go because he ended up with it also. My whole family was taken over by this. It was not nice. Mommy, Daddy and Papaw all ran high fevers, and by high, I mean, 103.4. Momma Gena and GrandDanny brought food over for my family and would help take care of me and Noah, but they did not want to stay too long. They feared that they would get it also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fortunately everyone is now better and life is back to normal!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4944169804401208746?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4944169804401208746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4944169804401208746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4944169804401208746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4944169804401208746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/paw-and-snout-disease.html' title='Paw and Snout Disease'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8391356551252941702</id><published>2009-10-21T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:41:31.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Howl-o-ween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night was the annual "Howl-o-ween" dog costume contest and party at Petsmart. Mommy and I worked hard to come up with a costume for me to wear. But we did not get to go. And my costume was going to be great! I was going to be a hunting dog and wear camo and an orange hat. Papaw even matched me. If you remember, this was the party last year that I met Bear at. I wonder how Bear is doing?? I have not seem him since. And we never got together to play! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah got sick and we could not go. He started running a high fever and it was at its highest when we would have been at the party. So I had to "change hats" and go from hunting dog to nurse dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It really bothered me that my brother was sick. He did not feel like playing and that scared me. I tried to get as close as I could and wanted to smell his breath. When Mommy was rocking him, I sat as close to Papaw as I could. Daddy could not be home with us last night because he had an obligation at the church. But he got home as fast as he could when he found out that Noah's fever was 104. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy put Noah in a cold bath and he did not like that. Bless his heart, he screamed! Papaw got in the floor and played with him while he was in the bath and he got laughing. Fortunately the cold water helped lower his body temperature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is feeling better today. His fever is gone, but you can still tell that he is not quite 100% yet. Mommy and Daddy had a long night of taking care of him because he kept waking up. I got up one time with him, but that really was just to take a quick walk outside. Daddy had to come and get me because I started barking at something in the field across the creek and Daddy was afraid that I would wake the neighbors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy has been cleaning today to get all of the germs gone. I hate cleaning day because that means the vacuum cleaner comes out. I'll just keep my cozy position on the couch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8391356551252941702?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8391356551252941702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8391356551252941702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8391356551252941702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8391356551252941702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-howl-o-ween-party.html' title='No Howl-o-ween Party'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8093806335546870617</id><published>2009-10-17T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:48:47.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Infestation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick, call the pest control... My neighborhood has been infested with a pest!! I do NOT like this infestation problem and something must be done about it. They keep bothering me. They know that they are bothering me and they agg me on. Dang kitty cats!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had 2 different ones looking at me yesterday. One was parked under Papaw's truck and the other was across the street looking at me. Mommy made me go out the back door because Papaw just happened to be on a business call at the time. The C-A-T noticed where I had gone and decided to walk beside my fence while I was in the yard. HOW DARE THAT CAT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;A similar thing happened Thursday night, except the (same) C-A-T walked by my tree in my front yard. Mommy thought that I was going to owe her a set of blinds for the front window. Good thing I did not break it because that would have cost me a fortune in treats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;These C-A-T-S really know that they bother me and they do it on purpose. I think they just like hearing me talk to them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;That DARN CAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8093806335546870617?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8093806335546870617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8093806335546870617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8093806335546870617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8093806335546870617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/infestation.html' title='Infestation'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8129864459049979187</id><published>2009-10-11T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:43:01.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail Mickey Mouse is not so magical - ask Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;This story does not involve me, but it is really funny and I felt it worthy to be blogged!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Daddy almost went to Jail Mickey Mouse while they were gone. But from what we understand, Jail Mickey Mouse would not have been as magical as every thing else Mickey Mouse is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday night of their trip, the family decided that they wanted to go to Fort Wilderness and have dinner. In order to do this, they had to go to the transportation center, ride a monorail to the Contemporary Resort and then catch a boat to Fort Wilderness. After dinner, they enjoyed the boat ride back to the Contemporary. They did get to enjoy the fireworks for Magic Kingdom while they were on the boat back. They walked through the hotel and decided to do some shopping before catching the monorail back to the transportation center. Once they got back to the suburban and started unloading, Papaw realized that Mommy and Daddy had lost Noah's baby bag backpack. They instantly remembered that Daddy had set it on the bench in the hotel while they were shopping and it had been forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy drives over to a security guard in the parking lot and tells him what they had done. The guard radios the Contemporary Hotel and finds out that they back has been located. The guard says "GREAT" and to meet us at the dog kennel with the bag. Daddy, Mommy, Noah, Papaw and Nina follow the security guard through all of these back roads of Disney World. Daddy has NO clue where they are and how to even begin to get out of there. Once they get to where the kennel is, the guard motions for Daddy to keep following him. They next thing they know, they are pulling up at the hotel. The guard asks Daddy to come with him. When Daddy gets to where the bag was left, he finds 4 other security guards, a hotel manager and a German Shepard. The German Shepard is a police drug dog and is investigating the suspicious bag. The bag had not been touched! It takes Daddy about 20 minutes to convince the security guards and drug dog that it is in fact his bag. Daddy finally remembers that his drivers licence is in Mommy's wallet, which is also in the bag. He said that he had to describe what the wallet looked like and exactly where it was in the bag before they would let him open it. Sure enough, it was there and everything was ok. They had to do a inventory of everything that was in the bag before Daddy could leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN, the hotel manager asked Daddy where he was staying. He had to confess that they were not staying inside the Disney grounds. The manager was NOT thrilled that they were in the hotel without being guests of the hotel. It looked a little weird that Daddy was really where he should not have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO - Mommy and Daddy almost shut down the Contemporary Hotel and Monorail System at Walt Disney World for a suspicious black baby bag backpack was left face down on a bench in the hotel. OOPS!! Jail Mickey Mouse would not have been magical with brooms flying about like the movies make it to be. Daddy almost got to find out!! HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just Daddy's "not so magical" life at Disney World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8129864459049979187?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8129864459049979187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8129864459049979187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8129864459049979187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8129864459049979187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/jail-mickey-mouse-is-not-so-magical-ask.html' title='Jail Mickey Mouse is not so magical - ask Daddy!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4223216402575551067</id><published>2009-10-11T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:05:29.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Woody!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very sad to report that the Walker Family and the Funderburg Family lost a very important member of their family... Woody William Walker (or "www." as I thought of him!) Woody belonged to Uncle Paul long before he and Aunt Jennifer became a family, and long before Jake was in the picture. Woody passed away while his family was in Orlando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was very sick and had a really hard time getting around. It really is for the best, but very difficult as well. Woody lived with me at my house for 2 months before his new house was ready, so we had time to become buddies. I last saw Woody on Labor Day and knew then that would probably be the last time that I saw him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woody, I want you to know that we appreciate you and all that you did your 14 years here. You will always be remembered, NEVER forgotten!! Even though Jake will not be able to physically remember you, but he will always know who his first dog was. We thank you, Woody and we love you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4223216402575551067?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4223216402575551067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4223216402575551067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4223216402575551067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4223216402575551067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-woody.html' title='So Long Woody!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2585274663022868380</id><published>2009-10-11T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:56:22.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really am ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;even though I have not posted in so long. You would not believe all that has been going on. I do not even know where to start. WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I will start with the fact that Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells did close. It was a very tough time for my Mommy, but she is strong and pulled through. She still has some aspects of it hanging over her, but hopefully soon it will all be behind her. She and Daddy, along with Nina and Papaw are working on some new business endeavors that will hopefully give some exciting opportunities for them, and for me. I can't elaborate too much yet, but I will as soon as I am given the ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WHOLE family headed off for vacation, but they did not take me with them. I was very worried at first, but I had a good time without them. (Don't tell them that I said that!) Mommy, Daddy, Noah, Nina, Papaw, Momma Gena, GrandDanny, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and Jake all headed off for Disney World on September 26th. They drove for 9+ hours to Orlando, Florida just to see a Mouse! I could have found one here for them, but NN-OO!! Alex came and stayed with me while they were gone. We had a really good time that week. I was in 10th grade that week and had to study for lots of tests. After school, Alex and I spent the afternoons studying and catching up on the day's sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could give you a Noah update!! He is crawling! He is all into my dog food. Mommy and Daddy keep putting my bowls on the kitchen table to keep him from getting into them. Now, they know that I am not allowed on the table, cause they tell me that, but then they go and put my food and water on there. Isn't that double standards? No, I have not jumped on the table, but let me tell you, the temptation is there. Noah and I keep getting eye to eye now. We are officially on the same level. Mommy says that he is about to be real fun for me. He is now eating some snacks, which he passes some on to me. I did not really realize what an asset he would be for me. He is finally paying off! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A party at my house... Mommy's best friend, Jen (Lady and Charlie's Mommy) is having a baby in a couple of months and Mommy decided to have a party for her at our house. This means that we had 4 days of house cleaning (YUCK!) and my babies and bedroom were moved out of the house. I was very worried at first and did not understand what was happening. I really thought that I was getting shafted! Every time Mommy has a party at our house, I get the boot. Daddy always gets the boot to, so it is usually not too bad. Noah also got the boot. So the 3 of us loaded up and headed off to GrandDanny's house. Mommy made breakfast for us, so it was ok. And yes, I said "us"... I got some biscuit too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about sums up the last 3 weeks all together. I have a couple of other stories that I am going to post about because they deserve their own posts. But they are above this post, so by the time you are reading this, you have already read them. Oh well!! Do I at least get an A for effort? Or would that be an E for effort??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2585274663022868380?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2585274663022868380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2585274663022868380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2585274663022868380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2585274663022868380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-am-ok.html' title='I really am ok...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6351689509909280672</id><published>2009-09-14T16:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:55:40.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy has an important announcement to make.... Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells is closing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy has decided that it is time to pursue wedding planning full time, therefore she is closing the retail store. I am sad for Mommy, but yet very excited! I am excited because Mommy and Noah will now be working from home where I am each day. I did not like the new B&amp;amp;B because I could not go to work any more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Noah and I are also working together on a new adventure. So check back soon for an exciting (and happy) announcement! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6351689509909280672?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6351689509909280672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6351689509909280672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6351689509909280672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6351689509909280672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/09/important-announcement.html' title='Important Announcement'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4436503199049672082</id><published>2009-08-15T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:53:50.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An (interesting) trip to Bubbles &amp; Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I told you last night that Momma Gena and GrandDanny have headed to Ohio for a mission trip! Daddy decided to borrow Momma Gena's car for the week since Noah can not ride in the putt-putt truck. Mommy had to work today, so this was a great opportunity for Daddy to keep Noah and be able to take him somewhere. Mommy needed some help printing some invitations, so Daddy pack me and Noah up and off we went!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy decided to take the car key off of Momma Gena's key ring and put it on his. He says that he did not want the girly key ring, but Mommy and I know that it is because he would not be able to keep up with 2 key rings. Daddy did not realize that Momma Gena's car has a key to unlock the door and a key to start the car... well, the key to unlock the door is locked in the car. Noah and I are stuck at Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are 2 spare keys to the door of Momma Gena's car... they are both in Ohio! Not a good day for Daddy! Papaw is very good about getting into cars, but he is at a wedding. Daddy has called Pop-A-Lock and $40 later, we are in the car!! What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4436503199049672082?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4436503199049672082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4436503199049672082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4436503199049672082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4436503199049672082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-trip-to-bubbles-bells.html' title='An (interesting) trip to Bubbles &amp; Bells'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4837594802661164179</id><published>2009-08-14T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:39:54.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Pulls and Tail Wags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has officially gone to a new level with all of these babies around. Jake is almost 14 months old and Noah almost 6 months old. Jake is now walking all over the place and Noah is rolling all around. Mommy will put Noah on a pallet in the living room, go do something in the kitchen to come back and find Noah clear across the room from where she left him. I really have to be on my toes to protect myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy is very good about making sure that Noah is gentle with me. She lets him rub me, and I sit patiently, all while Mommy says "Gentle". I am ok with Noah rubbing me because I know that as long as Mommy is there, I am safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I finally got if from Jake tonight. We are Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house tonight because they are leaving tomorrow morning for Ohio for a mission trip. I was laying, like a good girl, on my rug, minding my own business and Jake pulled my ear. I yelped... it hurt. I cried and Jake cried. The family laughed! Jake and I did NOT find this funny. I ran to my Mommy and then I ran and sat on the couch with Uncle Paul--- that was my "safe" spot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I accidentally wag my tail in Noah's face. Mommy doesn't particularly like this, but says that Noah's face is funny. He sits there just blinking his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that this was only the first of MANY ear pulls to come. I just didn't see it coming this soon. I will be ok. I will survive. But only as long as I get treats and loves following the ear pulls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4837594802661164179?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4837594802661164179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4837594802661164179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4837594802661164179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4837594802661164179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/ear-pulls-and-tail-wags.html' title='Ear Pulls and Tail Wags'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4584733408573118749</id><published>2009-08-12T18:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:35:46.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I had been there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Momma Gena called me yesterday. I missed a prime opportunity at her house on Monday. There have been rumors floating in the Kidron 'hood that there are wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;c-a-t-s messing things up. She always makes sure that GrandDanny turns the lights on for me when I am in the back yard and it is dark. She wants to make sure that there are no wild c-a-t-s trying to get me, or me to get them!! So, Monday afternoon, Momma Gena, GrandDanny and Jake go next door to see Mrs. Dot. As they are leaving Mrs. Dot's house, they notice that a baby raccoon is laying in the yard. Apparently something has gotten it. We are afraid of a wild c-a-t. But can you imagine the commotion that I would have caused if I had seen the baby raccoon first. Mommy says that every hair on my body would have stood up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;GrandDanny took care of the baby raccoon and Momma Gena says that it is in Heaven. Poor baby... if I had only gotten there first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4584733408573118749?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4584733408573118749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4584733408573118749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4584733408573118749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4584733408573118749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only-i-had-been-there.html' title='If only I had been there...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6384329242867273720</id><published>2009-08-04T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:36:08.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy can not fuss at me. It really is not my fault. She even told me so this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a new routine. Whenever I come inside from checking out my backyard (aka. "doing my business") I always beg for a treat. (well, that is not the new routine.) This has been an always thing for me. It does not matter where I am, I always ask for one. Freckles taught me this trick, and it works! So, my new routine is taking the treat that Mommy or Daddy gives me and I put a baby (my stuffed animal) in my mouth, and I go to the top of the stairs and I eat my treat. Yes, this means that all of my babies end up upstairs. And they are just scattered everywhere. (I'll have to take a picture and show you.) Well, sometimes I get so many treats that my basket ends up empty. That was the case this morning. Mommy lets me in, gives me my treat and I grab a baby and head off up the stairs slowly. Mommy caught up with me on the stairs only to find that I did not have my baby in my mouth. I had one of Noah's babies. It really is not my fault. How am I supposed to know the difference between my babies and his babies? So, this one was a little larger, a little heavier and it did not squeak. It sings "Jesus Loves Me". Mommy said the only thing better would have been if I set the music off and it started singing to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy grabbed the toy out of my mouth and tried to give me a new baby, but it just wasn't the same. I ate my treat downstairs and pouted all the way of the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, how am I to tell the difference in my babies and his babies? 5 months ago, there were only 1 set of babies in my house!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6384329242867273720?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6384329242867273720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6384329242867273720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6384329242867273720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6384329242867273720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-so-confused.html' title='I am so confused'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3051909434174695546</id><published>2009-08-01T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:04:04.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Trails To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You must know how much I LOVE spending the day at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house. I have my routine down from the moment I walk in the door to the moment I leave! As soon as I get there, I instantly must check on both Momma Gena and GrandDanny. Then I must go outside to check out my backyard. There are rumors floating around the 'hood that their are either wild cats or bob cats in the woods, so I must check to see if they have entered my yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I walk out the door into the screened porch, out onto the patio and into the yard. I walk in the same path every time. I have walked my "trail" so much that I have made a path of my walk way. Mommy sings "Happy Trails To You" as Momma Gena and GrandDanny fuss at me for the path in the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so programed! There is no changing me. I enter the backyard at least 100 times while I am their house. The rest of the time is spent either in Momma Gena's lap, sunning on the the front bed or begging for a W-A-L-K. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As soon as Mommy or Daddy get there, I give my kisses and have a mini- "MD". I go outside then back in and straight to my food bowl. I always tump my food bowl over so that all of the food goes everywhere. I do make a mess, but I usually always clean it up. I always begin to eat as soon as I realize that it is time to go home. Literally... there have been times that Mommy is packing up Noah and I begin to eat. Once I begin to eat, Daddy sits back down. I leisurely take my time eating and then must again check out my back yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love spending days at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house. I prefer Noah not to be with me while I am there because he messes up my valuable lap time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, "Happy Trails, To You!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3051909434174695546?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3051909434174695546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3051909434174695546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3051909434174695546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3051909434174695546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-trails-to-you.html' title='Happy Trails To You'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1612924315459513589</id><published>2009-07-29T17:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:04:36.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Pack Attacks Gator In Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At times nature can be cruel, but there is also a raw beauty, and even a certain justice manifested within that cruelty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The alligator, one of the oldest and ultimate predators, normally considered the "apex predator", can still fall victim to implemented 'team work' strategy, made possible due to the tight knit social structure and "survival of the pack mentality" bred into the canines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See the remarkable photograph below courtesy of Nature Magazine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note that the Alpha dog has a muzzle hold on the gator preventing it from breathing, while another dog has a hold on the tail to keep it from thrashing. The third dog attacks the soft underbelly of the gator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not for the squeamish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SnDG8YF3HRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wR_ljh6IfuM/s1600-h/alligator.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364005896759745810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SnDG8YF3HRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wR_ljh6IfuM/s320/alligator.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&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/3900289145249829351-1612924315459513589?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1612924315459513589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1612924315459513589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1612924315459513589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1612924315459513589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/07/dog-pack-attacks-gator-in-florida.html' title='Dog Pack Attacks Gator In Florida'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SnDG8YF3HRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wR_ljh6IfuM/s72-c/alligator.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1981396203607048484</id><published>2009-07-28T15:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:42:34.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update with photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to fuss at my Mommy. She has not done a good job of giving me pictures to post for you to see. You would think that with my family being professional photographers that we would have pictures galore. Well, we don't. Mommy does a good job taking the pictures, but she does nothing with them. I have agreed to try to help Mommy do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here are a bunch of updated photos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cPnyj8FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9nygHD2It_w/s1600-h/mag-in-window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363607104670396498" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cPnyj8FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9nygHD2It_w/s320/mag-in-window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me - look at how pretty I am! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cPZ_e1II/AAAAAAAAAWk/p-ilsFmZk-4/s1600-h/mag-rug-outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363607100966491266" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cPZ_e1II/AAAAAAAAAWk/p-ilsFmZk-4/s320/mag-rug-outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy were cleaning the house and I found my spot... it was perfect... my bed, on the rugs on the patio in the sunshine. Couldn't find anything better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cJVGcYnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oP6OUul4pHo/s1600-h/noah-swimming-jakes-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606996574298738" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cJVGcYnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/oP6OUul4pHo/s320/noah-swimming-jakes-party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy helping Noah swim at Jake's birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cA024o5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AqcoAU2WxM0/s1600-h/noah-eating-sweet-potatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606850480153490" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cA024o5I/AAAAAAAAAWU/AqcoAU2WxM0/s320/noah-eating-sweet-potatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah's first bite of sweet potatoes. He really did enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAgNtIeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YcFDKgxO2S0/s1600-h/noah-eating-cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606844938723810" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAgNtIeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/YcFDKgxO2S0/s320/noah-eating-cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah's first bite of food. He ate rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAk1PiHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7SoS6JMZpVg/s1600-h/noah-and-nannys-hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606846178297970" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAk1PiHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7SoS6JMZpVg/s320/noah-and-nannys-hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy loves this photo. This is Noah's hand resting on Nanny's hand. It is so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAbE5DMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OffQOjlxZXk/s1600-h/noah-and-nanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606843559578818" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAbE5DMI/AAAAAAAAAV8/OffQOjlxZXk/s320/noah-and-nanny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and Nanny at Mommy's birthday dinner&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAF06dDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wSJgwY1TSHc/s1600-h/noah-and-mommy-july-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606837855417394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cAF06dDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wSJgwY1TSHc/s320/noah-and-mommy-july-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and Noah on July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1XgpSiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vpgw6OM3Ffc/s1600-h/noah-and-great-grandmothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606653623683618" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1XgpSiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/vpgw6OM3Ffc/s320/noah-and-great-grandmothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma Dison, Noah and Nanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are Noah's 2 great grandmothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1DiwbMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4PDphW835gA/s1600-h/noah-and-daddy-swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606648263830722" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1DiwbMI/AAAAAAAAAVk/4PDphW835gA/s320/noah-and-daddy-swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and Daddy taking a swim in Mrs. Laura's pool on July 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah's first official swim ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1CsVcyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UMJ2SMjstZI/s1600-h/nina-feeding-noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606648035570466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b1CsVcyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/UMJ2SMjstZI/s320/nina-feeding-noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah and Nina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Notice that Noah is asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b00GsqAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/f5kPsMWBgCU/s1600-h/nanny-feeding-noah-drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606644119611394" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b00GsqAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/f5kPsMWBgCU/s320/nanny-feeding-noah-drinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nanny feeding Noah for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They had gotten to the last bite so Nanny let him drink it from the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b0hx437I/AAAAAAAAAVM/F3pZIg5c0lM/s1600-h/boys-swimming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363606639200493490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9b0hx437I/AAAAAAAAAVM/F3pZIg5c0lM/s320/boys-swimming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah, Daddy, Jake and Uncle Paul swimming on July 4th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is just about all of it. Nothing too exciting been going on. Daddy and Papaw are busy photographing weddings each weekend right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will let you know if anything exciting happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1981396203607048484?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1981396203607048484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1981396203607048484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1981396203607048484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1981396203607048484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-with-photos.html' title='Update with photos'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sm9cPnyj8FI/AAAAAAAAAWs/9nygHD2It_w/s72-c/mag-in-window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1127158448995994062</id><published>2009-07-15T18:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:05:38.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sick this week and I do not feel good. I have decided that it is Noah's fault. Noah had to go to the doctor last week for a cold. That is right... Noah had his first sick baby appointment. Dr. Miller told Mommy and Daddy that it was just the common non-contagious baby cold and that he would be perfectly fine. WELL - I think I caught it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I woke up yesterday morning with a cough. I really worried Mommy. I tried to make myself "throw up" but I could not. Eventually I had shoestrings hanging from my mouth. So, Daddy loaded me up and off to the doctor I went. I had stopped coughing by the time that I arrived to see Dr. Early. They did a bunch of tests on me, including an x-ray and blood work just to determine that I have an upper respiratory infection. I am on 2 different medicines that Daddy pushes down my throat. One twice a day and the other three times a day... NOT FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent the Tuesday afternoon and all day Wednesday at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house. I really have not felt good. Dr. Early decided to go ahead with my scheduled "Big Girl" appointment and so I received a bunch of shots. Now my leg is swollen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I blame all of this on Noah. He was sick first, so I think I caught it from him. Hopefully I will feel better soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1127158448995994062?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1127158448995994062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1127158448995994062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1127158448995994062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1127158448995994062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-day.html' title='A Sick Day'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1306883030038864352</id><published>2009-07-09T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:21:55.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid me! It is my fault! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am playing at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house today. I was in the back yard helping GrandDanny. I decided that I would try to help by killing a wasp. How did I kill it? Well, my paws can't use a fly swatter, so I used my paw. Well, guess who won? Not me! The wasp stung my paw and it hurts really bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am limping and holding my paw up as I walk. GrandDanny called my Daddy and Mommy called the nurse. :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have now taken some benadryl and will snooze really well for the rest of the afternoon! There goes my walk for the day! Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the (sad) dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1306883030038864352?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1306883030038864352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1306883030038864352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1306883030038864352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1306883030038864352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/07/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2268268357708383293</id><published>2009-06-28T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:22:25.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jake &amp; Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;To Jake:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, dear Jake...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!! (woof, woof, woof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake turned 1 yesterday and he had a blow out of a party. I was not able to go, but Mommy and Daddy told me all about it. He had lots of family and friends come to his house for a fish fry and water play. Noah even swam for the first time. From what I understand, he did not like it too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell my Mommy a very special Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, dear Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!!! (woof, woof, woof!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Mommy's birthday. She will finally be as old as me! This will be the last time that we will be the same age. If I am 4 and a dog's year averages to be 7 years, that will tell you how old Mommy is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a fun day for us. Daddy has decided to take off of work and stay home to play with Mommy, Noah and I. I think Mommy and Daddy are going to go to dinner and a movie tomorrow night, but that will mean that Noah and I can not go. I wonder what we are going to do? Guess I will have to baby sit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a good baby sitter. I got to be in charge one day last week for Mommy. Noah was still sleeping in his bed and Mommy decided to try to take a quick shower. Noah woke up just as Mommy was about to get in. She instead decided to hold off on the shower and check on Noah. It took her a second to get to him (and he was crying by then) but I was in his room checking on him. I kept barking at Mommy until she had him quiet. (He wanted his breakfast!) Mommy knows that I did not wake Noah up. I did not bark until after Mommy got into the nursery. She did have to raise the bumper pads so that I could put my paws on the side of the bed to look in at my brother. Once I saw that he was ok, I was good to go! I had done my duty! I often check in on him at night before I go to be. So I guess I can take time out of my busy day tomorrow to take care of Noah for Mommy and Daddy. It will not be too bad. I do have 2 rules when I baby sit: 1. I do not change diapers! 2. Payment must be made in full prior to the job and when the job is complete (get that, I get 2 treats!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2268268357708383293?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2268268357708383293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2268268357708383293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2268268357708383293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2268268357708383293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jake-mommy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jake &amp; Mommy'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8424925117573166291</id><published>2009-06-23T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:49:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (Belated) Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to wish a belated Happy Fathers Day to the top 3 men in my life, my Daddy, Papaw and GrandDanny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get Daddy or Papaw a Fathers Day card, but I got one for GrandDanny. Why just for him, I don't know. Mommy found this one in the store and it fit perfectly! It said:&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Father's Day to someone who must think the world of me!" (this was on the front)&lt;br /&gt;(inside) "Why else would you pick up my poop in little plastic baggies. And why do you do that anyway? Happy Father's Day" Then on the back it says "You might want to grab one of your little baggies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This card was So appropriate for GrandDanny because when I am at his house I constantly beg for walks. You know me and my walks! I LOVE them! In their "hood" the poop has to be picked up. Poor GrandDanny has to take about 4 bags with him on our walks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8424925117573166291?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8424925117573166291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8424925117573166291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8424925117573166291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8424925117573166291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-belated-fathers-day.html' title='Happy (Belated) Fathers Day'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2023724768880691675</id><published>2009-06-20T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:25:55.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have a new kid in the "hood"... I saw her walking down the street. Her name is Gracie and she lives with Gretta. Their owner takes them for a walk each day and I talk to them as they walk by. Gracie is a Basset Hound and she looks just like Freckles used to look. Momma Gena almost teared as she walked by. She pranced by just like she owns the "hood". I am here to tell her that I was here first and it is my "hood"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you about Gretta? I meant to! Gretta is a boxer. She is very playful! Before Gracie came along, Gretta went on walks each day with her owner. Her owner would not hold on to the leash and Gretta would walk where she wanted to. Well, Gretta decided to come in to my house for a visit the day Daddy brought Mommy and Noah home from the hospital. GrandDanny was at my house bringing me back home and he had the front door open. Well, Gretta decided to help herself in for a visit. It was kind of funny! Gretta has not been back since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretta's mommy is a foster mommy to dogs who do not have a home. We noticed that Gretta had different dogs walking with her and could not figure it out. Then we noticed Gracie - simply because of Freckles. Mommy finally asked her. She said that animal shelters are hurting for some foster parents. Mommy wishes we could do it, but we have too much going on right now. We are trying to talk Momma Gena and GrandDanny into it. But then I might loose my spot on the favorite list! I am on top right now... well, maybe not, they went south again without me! Anyway... so Gracie was a foster puppy but is making a permanent stop on Marchester Circle. She is here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of asking Mommy if Gretta and Gracie can come into my fence and play for a bit. I would be ok with Gracie because she reminds me of Freckles, or a skinny Freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life... in the "hood"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2023724768880691675?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2023724768880691675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2023724768880691675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2023724768880691675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2023724768880691675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-kid-on-block.html' title='New Kid on the Block'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2432812739475966470</id><published>2009-06-20T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:26:12.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep, that is right. Momma Gena and GrandDanny are south again... without me, again! Will I ever get to go to the beach? They took Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and Jake with them this time. Mommy, Daddy and Noah opted not to go. Mommy and Noah are at work today while Daddy and I work in the yard. That is actually a lie, I am not working in the yard with Daddy. I am snoozing on the couch in the air conditioner. He is cutting grass and planting Mommy's new plants. She has a new rose and a hydrangea bush that she bought for her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the family is gone again without me. I am glad that Mommy and Daddy decided to stay home because I would not have gotten to go anyway. The place that they are staying at will not let me stay there. I guess I could have stayed with Uncle Brownie and Aunt Vickie, but I did not want to impose on them. I could have stayed at their neighbor's house... I think they would have liked me to stay. Maybe I will get an invitation one day. (I am trying to guilt them, can you tell?? Think it will work?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aunt Jen and Uncle Rob are south also. They are visiting Uncle Rob's family. But they did not invite me either! But I am sure that they took Lady and Charlie with them. Probably not enough room in the car. What are they going to do when "Baby Thorn" gets here? I need to have a talk with Lady and Charlie and forewarn them. :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, so I am going to beg Mommy and Daddy to take me south one day. I keep hearing about the beach and the BIG boat that Uncle Brownie has. And I understand that there is so much to smell also. Fun, fun, fun!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life - at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2432812739475966470?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2432812739475966470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2432812739475966470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2432812739475966470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2432812739475966470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/south-again.html' title='South Again...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7354054195223531077</id><published>2009-06-04T12:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:18:51.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the family, Jack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meghan did it! It is all her fault!! I am not so sure that I like it, but what can I do about it? I can run from it! I did not bark at it! I started to though - it was attacking my mommy's toes. I can not figure it out. I am bigger than it, right now. Maybe not for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan had to tell a special friend goodbye a couple of weeks ago. Bandit, who had been in the family for quite some time, longer than me, went to a special place. His new home is at the lake. Uncle Jamie took him there. It was a sad day. But Meghan is better now, especially now that she has Jack. Jack is a new puppy. He is only 10 weeks old, a little younger than Noah. He is small and fluffy. I think they said that he is part cocker spaniel part lab. I am not so sure. I did not really like him when he came to my house for a visit. I ran from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell him about my friends at Petsmart at the Banfield Animal Hospital. He went to see Nurse Libby yesterday!! They took good care of him. Because I told him to go there, they gave Aunt Dorinda a discount and they are giving my Mommy a discount too. I really like them. They told Aunt Dorinda that I am a sweet girl but I like to talk a lot. I am sure that Daddy would say that I get that from my Mommy. (Like Mother, Like Daughter!) I try to tell them that they do not have to put me in the "crate" that I am a big girl and can walk around by myself. Do they listen to me, yes (cause they have to) but they do not do like I say! Oh well! At least I do not have to go there too often. I thought I would have to go last week, since I was sick, but it was just a stomach bug I guess - or my cheeseburger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7354054195223531077?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7354054195223531077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7354054195223531077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7354054195223531077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7354054195223531077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-to-family-jack.html' title='Welcome to the family, Jack!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5460766672797009430</id><published>2009-06-04T12:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:19:15.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 100th post to my blog!!! Can you believe that I have had 100 stories to tell?? Wow!! Mommy and I never thought that we would make it this far. Thank you to all of my readers and supporters. I love telling stories of my family, the good stories and the bad stories. And I love telling on my family!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to wish my Nina and Papaw a Happy Anniversary!! They celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary on June 2nd. The family got to enjoy a nice dinner together. I did not get to go to dinner with them (for obvious reasons) but I did get to enjoy the day at Momma Gena and GrandDanny's house. They took me on a nice long walk where I took care of my business several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone! I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5460766672797009430?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5460766672797009430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5460766672797009430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5460766672797009430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5460766672797009430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5539630178441565134</id><published>2009-06-01T17:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:18:10.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at Oak Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Paul had a big birthday party for his special day. We all spent the day at Oak Mountain! It was so much fun! Mommy and Daddy let me go since I was feeling much better. Daddy and GrandDanny pulled the "putt-putt" boat while Momma Gena drove me, Mommy and Noah in the suburban. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We got there and I had to sniff the whole pavilion that we had rented. Daddy even tied me to a tree. While Mommy was helping settle Noah in, Daddy and GrandDanny unloaded the boat into the water. They went fishing for a while. Once they returned, we decided that it was time to eat. I decided to help myself to a hot dog winnie that I found. Mommy tried to take it from me, but it was too late. I had already devoured it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;After lunch, Daddy and Papaw decided it was time for them to take the boat out. They stayed gone for a long time. When they got back, Daddy was soaking wet and Papaw was laughing. They would not tell what had happened. But Papaw could not hold it in much longer. Papaw started telling what had happened but then Daddy had to tell his side of the story. All he kept saying was "I took one for the team." Apparently, Papaw was moving back to the front of the putt-putt boat when he lost his balance. He slipped and tried to catch himself, but when he did, he and Daddy ended up on the same side of the boat and they said that boat was within inches of going over. In the process, somehow Daddy fell over backwards into the water. All I could think was wondering what Uncle Brownie would say to this. Mommy thought it was hilarious! Daddy was ready to go soon after. So Daddy was soaking wet the rest of the day. And they tried to make me ride with them!! Yeah right! I tried to ride with them to dock the boat, but the bottom of the boat was too hot on my paws and I jumped right out. So I walked in the water instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a really good time and enjoyed my day out to Oak Mountain. I slept so good that night and all day on Sunday. Maybe we can go back again soon once Daddy puts carpet in the boat and it won't burn my paws!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5539630178441565134?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5539630178441565134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5539630178441565134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5539630178441565134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5539630178441565134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-at-oak-mountain.html' title='A Day at Oak Mountain'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4319923130285490727</id><published>2009-06-01T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:07:19.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Birthday, Uncle Paul!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday To You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday To You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday, Uncle Paul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday To You!!! (woof, woof, woof!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Uncle Paul celebrated a very special birthday last Friday. I don't know if he wants me to say how old he turned, but he turned the BIG 4-0!!! That is 280 years in my life span!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sorry that I did not get to post his birthday wishes on his birthday but I was sick. Papaw fed me a bite of his Burger King burger on Thursday night and it did not set to well with my tummy. In fact, Mommy and I were up most of the night. She sat up with me on the couch to let me outside when I needed to go. So I spent Friday at Momma Gena's house on the couch. I finally felt better Friday night when I downed a whole bowl of dog food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4319923130285490727?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4319923130285490727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4319923130285490727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4319923130285490727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4319923130285490727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-belated-birthday-uncle-paul.html' title='Happy Belated Birthday, Uncle Paul!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-579170084016158148</id><published>2009-05-26T11:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T11:53:46.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, GrandDanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Woo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Woo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, GrandDanny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Woo!!!  Woof, Woof, Woof!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a very special day. It is my GrandDanny's birthday. I don't know if I am supposed to say how old he is today, but I am going to anyway! HAHA! He is 62 years old. This is a big birthday for GrandDanny because he gets a new "paycheck" next month. This is good for Maggie because he will buy me treats! At least I hope he does! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The family went out to celebrate last night. They went out to eat and then to Aunt Jennifer's house for birthday cake. I am very mad at my family because I did not get to go to Aunt Jennifer's house. I am not talking to any of them. Well, I will talk to GrandDanny because it is not his fault. But Mommy, Daddy, Momma Gena, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul and even Noah and Jake are all on my list! I missed a trip to the doggy park. Trust me, I knew what I had missed as soon as Mommy and Daddy got home last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;GrandDanny is at my house with me today! He is working on the boat! We are going to Oak Mountain on Saturday for a day of fun to celebrate Uncle Paul's birthday. (Uncle Paul also has a big birthday on Friday. Again, don't know if I am supposed to tell you how old he is, but I will on Friday!!) I am so excited about Saturday! Me, Daddy and GrandDanny are going to go fishing in the putt-putt boat. (that is as fast as it goes, putt, putt, putt putt.) I am going to have So much fun. We went to Oak Mountain 2 years ago to celebrate GrandDanny's 60th birthday. I barked all day long! I even went into the water... it required a bath when I got home, but it was worth it! I will probably play in the water again this time, and again, the bath will be worth it! You will have to check back next week for some funny stories from my Saturday adventure!! The weather is supposed to be perfect!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-579170084016158148?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/579170084016158148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=579170084016158148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/579170084016158148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/579170084016158148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-granddanny.html' title='Happy Birthday, GrandDanny'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3168642023881221935</id><published>2009-05-22T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:42:13.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am such a BIG girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy is so proud of me!! I have stayed out of my bedroom 2 different days this week. How good am I? Mommy makes my bed on the couch and she leaves the small window blinds open and leaves the tv on and I am set to go. I like to watch people walk up and down the street. I like to keep tabs on Dusty and his afternoon walks. I occasionally talk to people as they walk, but I have not torn anything up. I am such a big girl now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If I could just talk Daddy to giving me a "doggy door" so that I can go to the back yard when I want, but I do not think that will ever happen!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This weekend is Memorial Day... and my GrandDanny's birthday! Mommy has to work at the store tomorrow but Sunday and Monday will be good restful days at home with the family! Stay safe and enjoy your holiday weekend. (I gotta go clean the house real quick... Momma Gena and GrandDanny are coming over for burgers tonight!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3168642023881221935?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3168642023881221935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3168642023881221935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3168642023881221935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3168642023881221935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-such-big-girl.html' title='I am such a BIG girl'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-523669322398265769</id><published>2009-05-22T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:37:07.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Maggie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you hear my tribute from Rod Stewart on American Idol on Wednesday?? It was awesome! He sang it just for me! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-523669322398265769?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/523669322398265769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=523669322398265769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/523669322398265769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/523669322398265769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/tribute-to-maggie.html' title='A Tribute to Maggie!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1893061749736507585</id><published>2009-05-15T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:16:20.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am SO sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have fallen so behind on my blogging. So much has been happening that I have not been able to keep up. Where do I start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, everyone has gotten just about settled in to the new office locations. I have only seen it once, so I do not know. This is just what they tell me. Aunt Jonica is getting very excited about her bakery, and so is everyone else. The health inspector is coming out on Monday and hopefully she can open soon following that!! I have heard a rumor that she is going to be selling homemade doggie treats. I think she needs a professional taster! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Papaw had their booth at Dog Daze in Trussville last Saturday. I had so much fun. I had to talk to every dog that walked past me. The weather held off for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah was dedicated at church last Sunday, Mother's Day. I did not get to see it, but I heard that it was sweet! Everyone came to our house for lunch afterwards. I got to see Momma Gena, GrandDanny, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Paul, Jake, Nina, Papaw, Aunt Dorinda, Uncle Jamie, Meghan, Nanny, Grandma, Aunt Audrey, Barney, Tammy, David &amp;amp; Dianna. Aunt Jen and Uncle Rob even came. Did I tell you that Aunt Jen is going to have a baby? Mommy is SO excited. I am going to have to pass my words of wisdom to Charlie and Lady!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I also celebrated my 3 year "Gotcha" Anniversary on May 6th. I can not believe that has been 3 years since I joined Mommy and Daddy's family. It has been the best 3 years of my life! While we were at Dog Daze, a man from the Pell City Animal Shelter, my former life, came by. And guess what - he remembered me! Mommy told him that they called me "Shania" that Saturday but I am now Maggie! I think Maggie fits me much better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, now that I have written a book, I think that sums up everything from the last week. See, I told you that we have been busy! Mommy has a wedding this weekend, so we will not see much of her. I have to take care of my boys this weekend (Daddy &amp;amp; Noah are my boys!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1893061749736507585?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1893061749736507585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1893061749736507585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1893061749736507585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1893061749736507585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am SO sorry...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3402219862848311093</id><published>2009-05-15T15:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:02:32.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Lexi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to welcome Miss Alexis Faith Day to the world. She was born on Monday, April 27th to the very proud parents of Jennifer and Sean Day!! Mrs. Jennifer is one of my Mommy's best friends and Mr. Sean is my friend (he comes over to play with ME!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am very excited to have Lexi in Noah's life. They will play together all the time and hopefully not pull my ears too much! It will give me a break from playing with Noah. But wait... this means that there will be more little fingers to help feed me under the table! Hum, this could be a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sg3WvTTY6iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Yjzi7cNoQKA/s1600-h/Lexi-hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336157241627699746" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sg3WvTTY6iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Yjzi7cNoQKA/s320/Lexi-hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sg3WvWVrVfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0Ly98lOkhRo/s1600-h/Lexi-home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336157242442601970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sg3WvWVrVfI/AAAAAAAAAUc/0Ly98lOkhRo/s320/Lexi-home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3402219862848311093?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3402219862848311093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3402219862848311093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3402219862848311093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3402219862848311093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-baby-lexi.html' title='Welcome Baby Lexi!!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sg3WvTTY6iI/AAAAAAAAAUk/Yjzi7cNoQKA/s72-c/Lexi-hospital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5917558841298153737</id><published>2009-05-15T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:54:45.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayleigh Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I are sad to say that Kayleigh has passed away. I say that we are sad, but it is actually a rejoice for Kayleigh. Mommy says that her little body had been through so much in the last 11 months that it was tired of fighting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy keeps reading Kayleigh's blog updates, and it appears that her family is holding their own. They say that they have their good moments and their bad moments. They are having a memorial service for Kayleigh on Sunday in North Carolina. Mommy wishes we could drive there, but we know that it is not possible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the link to her blog again. There is an address where you can mail cards to her family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5917558841298153737?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5917558841298153737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5917558841298153737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5917558841298153737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5917558841298153737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/kayleigh-update.html' title='Kayleigh Update'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-196322693606585489</id><published>2009-05-07T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:40:26.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note from Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey Guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to ask prayer for a little girl. Her name is Kayleigh Ann Freeman. She is 10 months old and is very sick. She was born very premature and has never left the hospital. When she was born, she weighed 1 pound 1 ounce. Kayleigh has endured many surgeries and come through with flying colors when the doctors never gave her hope. She has gone through more in her short lifespan than many people go through in a lifetime. Kayleigh's last surgery was supposed to be a fairly easy one and would give her the opportunity to go home following it. Instead, Kayleigh suffered. Her brain was deprived of oxygen leaving her brain dead. Her brain stems are still going which is allowing her heart to pump and letting her breath but there are no emotions from Kayleigh. Her family feels that this is the beginning of the end for Kayleigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her mom, Amiee, posted a very sweet post that truly touched my heart. I pray that you take the time to read it. She posted it on May 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Please keep this family in your prayers. They have gone through SO much this last year and have so much more to go through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Their blog is listed as one of Maggie's Friends, but it is also &lt;a href="http://www.kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Randi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-196322693606585489?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/196322693606585489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=196322693606585489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/196322693606585489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/196322693606585489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/note-from-mommy.html' title='A note from Mommy'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3978296288687130138</id><published>2009-05-07T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:54:48.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Odd Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That is right... today is Odd Day. Today's date is 05-07-09, so HAPPY ODD DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I heard this on the tv this morning. We forgot how many they said, but supposedly this will only happen 2 more times this century, but we do not know what the dates are. Oh well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3978296288687130138?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3978296288687130138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3978296288687130138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3978296288687130138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3978296288687130138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-odd-day.html' title='Happy Odd Day!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1397520490620363448</id><published>2009-05-05T18:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:07:07.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma Gena and GrandDanny head South</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Momma Gena and GrandDanny left without me. I did not get to stow away in the suitcase. I know that it would have been ok with Aunt Vickie and Uncle Brownie for me to visit too. But they did not invite me. :-( I could go fishing with GrandDanny and Uncle Brownie. I could ride the boat and go to LuLu's for dinner. I would be a good girl... I promise (yeah, right!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It would have been ok with Aunt Vickie and Uncle Brownie, but it would have required Momma Gena and GrandDanny to take my bedroom with them. It would have been a big hassle, plus I would really miss Noah.(Actually, I would really miss my mommy!) I guess it is ok I didn't get to go this time and I sure am looking forward to all the TREATS GranDanny will be bringing me back *hint* Daddy actually mentioned something about GranDanny bringing back some fish but that doesn't sound as good as TREATS to me? Mommy and Daddy promised me a trip to Orange Beach one day. They really want to see what I would do in the sand. Plus, I really do want to ride on Uncle Brownie's big boat. I think there would be tons to smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Aunt Vickie and Uncle Brownie (and all of their friends who follow my stories) -- I will make it to Orange Beach one day. I promise. And we will make a party of it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1397520490620363448?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1397520490620363448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1397520490620363448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1397520490620363448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1397520490620363448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/momma-gena-and-granddanny-head-south.html' title='Momma Gena and GrandDanny head South'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1127762277859485981</id><published>2009-05-05T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:30:44.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Daze of Trussville</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The wedding dog is going back to work... well, for 1 day at least. Mommy, Daddy and Papaw are going to have booths at the Trussville Dog Daze Festival this Saturday. I am SO excited about it. I do not know if I will stay all day (9 am - 4 pm) but I sure am going to try! It going to be tons of fun. Come and see me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the big moves are over. I would not say complete though. Everyone is in their new offices but not completely organized yet. Mommy's store is back open and looks great... from what I could see from the car. I have not seen Papaw and Daddy's office yet, but Mommy pointed it out to me. I still don't understand. My "desk" (aka - bed) is now at my house. Should have seen the look on my face when Daddy brought it in the other night. I am very excited for my family, but sad that I do not get to go to work anymore. Papaw thinks that he is going to sneak me to work one day, but we will see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1127762277859485981?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1127762277859485981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1127762277859485981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1127762277859485981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1127762277859485981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/05/dog-daze-of-trussville.html' title='Dog Daze of Trussville'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7262503312107273314</id><published>2009-04-27T21:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:46:32.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Doctors Appointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah had a doctors appointment today. Mommy said that it went really well considering he had to have 4 shots. He was a very good boy and let the doctor check him out. She said that he is a very relaxed baby! Mommy said that is a good thing. He weighed 12 pounds and 1 ounce and is 2 feet tall (or 24 inches long.) Yes, Noah is taller than me, but I am older and wiser! The doctor said that he is 70th percentile for his weight and 80th percentile for his height. He is going to be tall and skinny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it is time for me and Mommy to give Noah his bath. I have realized that it is not such a scary word and I will occasionally walk into the bathroom to check it out then I make my spot on the bed. Sure am glad that Noah is the one getting the baths and not me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7262503312107273314?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7262503312107273314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7262503312107273314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7262503312107273314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7262503312107273314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/noahs-doctors-appointment.html' title='Noah&apos;s Doctors Appointment'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2171648726638473912</id><published>2009-04-25T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:46:54.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Crasher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My family and I have enjoyed an afternoon of fun at Aunt Jennifer's house. I love coming to Aunt Jennifer's house. She has a doggie park at her house. I constantly beg to go to the doggie park. Mommy and Momma Gena gave in to me earlier and took me there. Uncle Paul made some wonderful burgers on the grill. I know that they are wonderful because I had some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the family sat down for dinner, Momma Gena's phone rang. It was a little girl saying she had found me. Woody and I had (once again) escaped from the back yard and crashed an eleven year old birthday party. I had so much fun. The girls had a blast with me. Woody paid the girls no attention and found something in the woods that caught his nose. Mommy told me that it was not nice to crash a birthday party without a present. Oops. I really wanted the hot dogs and birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an exciting afternoon for me. It did dawn on me that my family did not notice that Woody and I had taken ourselves on a walk. How long would they have let us gone before they noticed? I had fun either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2171648726638473912?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2171648726638473912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2171648726638473912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2171648726638473912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2171648726638473912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-crasher.html' title='Party Crasher'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4892833066559760387</id><published>2009-04-24T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:43:11.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes on the Loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma needed me today, but Mommy would not take me. I could have found it. If they had given me just 5 minutes, I could have hunted it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma's sitter called Papaw today. As Grandma was getting up from the lunch table, a snake went from under the kitchen table to under the freezer in just a matter of seconds. It freaked the sitter out. She called Nina... could not get her. Called Uncle Rudy... could not get him. Called Papaw... got him and he said "Hum." It baffled everyone. Nina was on her way to an appointment, Papaw was waiting on a bride and Uncle Rudy was 30 minutes away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the time that Uncle Rudy got there, the snake was long gone. There is no sign of it. If I could have gone, I would have found it in just a few minutes. Aunt Dorinda is freaked out. Nina is freaked out. Mommy invited Nina and Grandma to our house to spend the night, but Nina said that they would be ok. (I bet Nina does not sleep well.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Granddanny found a snake on Monday trying to get into his garage. He killed it. It was a baby rattle snake. Momma Gena wonders where the mommy snake is. She was freaked out as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy said that it is too early for snakes, and now we have already seen 2 this season. Daddy is going to really have to watch my new back yard. I hope everyone watches out too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4892833066559760387?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4892833066559760387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4892833066559760387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4892833066559760387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4892833066559760387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/snakes-on-loose.html' title='Snakes on the Loose'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5538210241027112463</id><published>2009-04-23T12:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:06:51.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jail Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got busted! I found a way out of my fence and Daddy caught me. My nose, once again, caught the best of me. Something had been outside of my fence and I was trying to figure out what it was. I found a way out of the fence trying to see what had been there. Daddy was standing in the kitchen calling my name. I did not come - obviously, I was outside of the fence. When he walked out, he found me on the opposite side of the gate trying to figure out how to get in. I got busted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy keeps asking me how I got out, but I will not tell. Daddy said that he is going to put a piece of bologna on the other side of the gate and watch me get to it. HAHA! Very funny. Mommy thinks I jumped on the dog house, but again, I will not tell! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5538210241027112463?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5538210241027112463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5538210241027112463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5538210241027112463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5538210241027112463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/jail-bird.html' title='Jail Bird'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1062004930024560515</id><published>2009-04-20T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:31:08.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Baby Colton!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy's friend, Mr. Brian and his wife, Angie, have a new baby boy. His name is Colton Reid and his was born on Wednesday, April 15th. They have a little girl already who is named Kinley. I have not met any of them, but I hope to one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We wish you congratulations on your new bundle of joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1062004930024560515?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1062004930024560515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1062004930024560515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1062004930024560515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1062004930024560515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-baby-colton.html' title='Welcome Baby Colton!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3677378333380585037</id><published>2009-04-20T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:28:50.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scat Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy has learned a new word... and I don't like it. Every time Noah sneezes, Mommy says "scat cat". Guess what I do when I hear that... I go running to the window to look for the C-A-T-S! Mommy always laughs and tells me that there is no cat, so if there is no cat, then why does she have to say it? I don't like it. Noah kind of looks at Mommy with a puzzled look on his face while I look at Mommy with my ears up. The trouble is... Mommy says it about 5 times a day - that means that Noah sneezes a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well - guess I'd better get used to weird changes around my house! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&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/3900289145249829351-3677378333380585037?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3677378333380585037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3677378333380585037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3677378333380585037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3677378333380585037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/scat-cat.html' title='Scat Cat'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-7851558208663605753</id><published>2009-04-13T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:22:08.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the pictures from Easter that I promised you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5E0ocx2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JtNQ6phno68/s1600-h/mag-easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302676980975458" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5E0ocx2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JtNQ6phno68/s320/mag-easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what the Easter Bunny brought me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NgYKlcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yBMqyraXmvo/s1600-h/noah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302826162787778" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NgYKlcI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yBMqyraXmvo/s320/noah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what the Easter Bunny brought Noah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NZOvsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YcwJ5ukJJZw/s1600-h/mag-sniff-noah-easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302824244228210" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NZOvsHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YcwJ5ukJJZw/s320/mag-sniff-noah-easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am checking out what Noah got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NeYk7zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/J4tqerNrJfA/s1600-h/Mag-sniff-duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302825627643698" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5NeYk7zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/J4tqerNrJfA/s320/Mag-sniff-duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I like my new duck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5Noh3k1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BPrYnqzcX24/s1600-h/noah-on-mat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302828350968658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5Noh3k1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/BPrYnqzcX24/s320/noah-on-mat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah likes his new Monkey Time Mat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5FMZD8CI/AAAAAAAAATs/DrFZXmm4vkM/s1600-h/mag-easter-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302683358883874" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5FMZD8CI/AAAAAAAAATs/DrFZXmm4vkM/s320/mag-easter-bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5FI4ZQWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Re1tRPzPnRY/s1600-h/mag-in-easter-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302682416562530" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5FI4ZQWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Re1tRPzPnRY/s320/mag-in-easter-bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Easter Bunny also came to Momma Gena's house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5EwVQNWI/AAAAAAAAATc/VvGAj6YGwvo/s1600-h/family-easter-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302675826718050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5EwVQNWI/AAAAAAAAATc/VvGAj6YGwvo/s320/family-easter-portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family picture... where's Maggie? Oh, I was playing in the back yard. I did not obey and go have my picture made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5E46T5FI/AAAAAAAAATU/EG3zkE4ESgE/s1600-h/boys-in-plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324302678129632338" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5E46T5FI/AAAAAAAAATU/EG3zkE4ESgE/s320/boys-in-plaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy, Noah and Jake all matched in their plaid shorts. Aren't they cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-7851558208663605753?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/7851558208663605753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=7851558208663605753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7851558208663605753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/7851558208663605753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO5E0ocx2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JtNQ6phno68/s72-c/mag-easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8257909246286821711</id><published>2009-04-13T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:12:41.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a couple of pictures of Jake that Mommy forgot to give me. Mommy, Daddy, Noah and I went to Aunt Jennifer's house for dinner several weeks back and Jake had to show us how he takes his bath in his duck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO4bY4lbeI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rm5d1yJJAS8/s1600-h/jake-in-duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324301965157821922" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO4bY4lbeI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rm5d1yJJAS8/s320/jake-in-duck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO4bG700lI/AAAAAAAAATE/THayPePSkOc/s1600-h/jake-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324301960339575378" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO4bG700lI/AAAAAAAAATE/THayPePSkOc/s320/jake-hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And here is Jake's hair when he finishes his bath! :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8257909246286821711?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8257909246286821711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8257909246286821711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8257909246286821711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8257909246286821711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-jake.html' title='Pictures of Jake'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeO4bY4lbeI/AAAAAAAAATM/Rm5d1yJJAS8/s72-c/jake-in-duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-2973161303399753427</id><published>2009-04-12T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:19:39.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Bunny Day! The Easter Bunny came to my house last night, and I was such a good girl. I did not chase him away like Mommy thought that I would. He brought me prizes, so of course I was not going to chase him away. Mommy took pictures of me and Noah with our Easter baskets. I will post them soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone took Noah and Jake to see the Easter Bunny at The Bass Pro Shop. Grandma even showed up to have her picture made. Who said an 83 year old can't have her picture made with the Bunny. I have posted the pictures for you to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCYsoVrI/AAAAAAAAASs/S18FWyRl5VE/s1600-h/bps+noah+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323900213866813106" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCYsoVrI/AAAAAAAAASs/S18FWyRl5VE/s320/bps+noah+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah with the Easter Bunny in his Easter outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCJDsPpI/AAAAAAAAASk/uTeqMA_phH8/s1600-h/bps+grandma+and+noah+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323900209668570770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCJDsPpI/AAAAAAAAASk/uTeqMA_phH8/s320/bps+grandma+and+noah+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma and Noah with the Easter Bunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCNphpHI/AAAAAAAAASc/1f4CQn84m8w/s1600-h/bps+jake+and+noah+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323900210901001330" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCNphpHI/AAAAAAAAASc/1f4CQn84m8w/s320/bps+jake+and+noah+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jake and Noah with the Easter Bunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is the first Easter for both of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLB5RysrI/AAAAAAAAASU/FsNVvQE_lFc/s1600-h/bps+jake+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323900205432746674" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLB5RysrI/AAAAAAAAASU/FsNVvQE_lFc/s320/bps+jake+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jake with the Easter Bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and Daddy have told me the meaning of Easter. I know that we all celebrate bunnies and baskets and eggs, but I am a smart beagle and know that we are actually celebrating the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Mommy and Daddy told me that if Jesus had not died on the cross for us, then we would not be here today. I thank Jesus every day for what he has done for us. Remember Jesus today as you celebrate with your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-2973161303399753427?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/2973161303399753427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=2973161303399753427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2973161303399753427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/2973161303399753427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SeJLCYsoVrI/AAAAAAAAASs/S18FWyRl5VE/s72-c/bps+noah+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5004738717414783008</id><published>2009-04-10T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:36:42.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world of blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to welcome my Momma Gena and my Uncle Brian Funderburg to the world of blogging. I have gotten both of them into blogging and now they have created their own blogs. Momma Gena's blog is for her Sunday School class at Huffman Baptist Church, &lt;a href="http://www.hbcwelcomeclass.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.hbcwelcomeclass.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Uncle Brian's blog is for his church that he pastors, Jemison Church of Christ, &lt;a href="http://www.jemisonchurchofchrist.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.jemisonchurchofchrist.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Help me welcome them to this exciting blogger world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5004738717414783008?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5004738717414783008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5004738717414783008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5004738717414783008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5004738717414783008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-world-of-blogging.html' title='Welcome to the world of blogging'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-3266745768032720347</id><published>2009-04-06T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:39:23.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3ajydt-I/AAAAAAAAASM/STsz38iF89M/s1600-h/N-All-Smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767576603047906" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3ajydt-I/AAAAAAAAASM/STsz38iF89M/s320/N-All-Smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweet brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy told me that I have to post some updated pictures of Noah. I have not done so in a while and he has changed so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3aurkpbI/AAAAAAAAASE/Rs0FkkryZ2s/s1600-h/N-%26-M-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767579526931890" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3aurkpbI/AAAAAAAAASE/Rs0FkkryZ2s/s320/N-%26-M-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3acylUuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8sk6QU3dT7w/s1600-h/N-%26-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767574724498146" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3acylUuI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8sk6QU3dT7w/s320/N-%26-M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3OJRc95I/AAAAAAAAARk/M3iurjPddqQ/s1600-h/N-High-Fives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767363326834578" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3OJRc95I/AAAAAAAAARk/M3iurjPddqQ/s320/N-High-Fives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3OdEqvqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XF3pwX_qklE/s1600-h/N-big-eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767368641920674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3OdEqvqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/XF3pwX_qklE/s320/N-big-eyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3ODS6k7I/AAAAAAAAARs/FXcGilMJptA/s1600-h/N-big-eyes-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767361722356658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3ODS6k7I/AAAAAAAAARs/FXcGilMJptA/s320/N-big-eyes-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I were talking today - our lives changed 6 weeks ago tomorrow. Can you believe it? Noah will be 6 weeks old tomorrow. That means - 6 weeks ago tonight was our "last" night at home as a family of 3. Mommy and I remember it as if it were yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy, Daddy and I woke up on Monday morning and went to work as usual. Mommy started having a few "issues" and called the doctor. They told Papaw that they needed to go to the doctor but did not want to tell the family, just in case it was nothing. They told Papaw that they were going home to pack their bags, just in case, and that they would leave me in my "bedroom". I fully understood what they were saying and knew what was going on so I jumped into Papaw's lap. He was so honored by my actions that he told Mommy that he did not think I wanted to leave. They came up with a game plan for if Mommy had to stay at the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needless to say, Mommy and Daddy came home that afternoon. They picked me up at Bubbles and Bells and we headed to the grocery store. Our dinner at home consisted of tacos. Daddy loves some homemade tacos. Mommy and I watched "The Bachelor" as we had done every Monday night for the last 2 months. Mommy headed to bed early because she had a doctors appointment at 8 am on Tuesday morning. The plan was to evict Noah on Wednesday the 25th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noah had different plans for Mommy. Her tummy started having funny pains at 3:15 am and she kept having those pains every 9 minutes. She tried to wake Daddy up on the 3rd pain but he did not move. I woke up, looked at Mommy and got under my covers. She told me later that I was no help. She finally woke Daddy up and he called the doctor. Off they went to the hospital and I found myself in my bedroom at 4 am. I had lost my spot in the king sized bed. GrandDanny came to get me soon after that. He took me, my blue suitcase and my bedroom. I knew that I was off for an adventure. I had no idea what was in store for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found February 24th to be the longest time that I had been in my bedroom. I should have known when my bedroom went with me. Mrs. Melissa Walker, Maleah and Lacey came to rescue me in the late afternoon. The girls took me outside (so that I could do my business) and they ran around with me. I was very excited to see them. They told me the exciting news that Daniel Noah had arrived safely and that Mommy was doing good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And life has not been the same since. It has only gotten better. I did not accept Noah at first, but Mommy is proud of me now. Every time she and Daddy come home with Noah, I give my hugs to them and I then have to check on Noah. Mommy holds his car seat down for me to see. I smell his feet and then I am on my way. Mommy says that it is sweet for me to check on him but I am actually just seeing where he has been that I have not been. A little jealous, yes, at times, but I would not change it for anything. I love having Noah around and I am very excited that he joined my pack! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-3266745768032720347?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/3266745768032720347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=3266745768032720347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3266745768032720347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/3266745768032720347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-of-noah.html' title='Pictures of Noah'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq3ajydt-I/AAAAAAAAASM/STsz38iF89M/s72-c/N-All-Smiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-1130890792682816755</id><published>2009-04-06T21:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:13:09.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little ones in my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a visit a couple of weeks ago from Mrs. Melissa Brewer. Claire and Logan got to come with her. Mr. Danny was unable to come over because he was working. Mommy works a lot with Mr. Danny at weddings. He owns a DJ company called Feel The Beat Entertainment ( &lt;a href="http://www.feelthebeatentertainment.com/"&gt;http://www.feelthebeatentertainment.com/&lt;/a&gt; ). I have never seen him work but Mommy talks good things about him. I do enjoy seeing him when he comes to the office. He always talks to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claire seemed to really like Noah when she was here. She kept asking to hold Noah. Mrs. Melissa would sit next to her and let Noah sit in her lap. Mommy could not resist snapping a few photos.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321766096471834130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq2EZ3rvhI/AAAAAAAAARU/vx2o0JrKcc0/s320/Melissa-%26-Claire-with-N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321766090479239778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq2EDi8AmI/AAAAAAAAARM/CRWLZHhoQbE/s320/Melissa-%26-Claire-with-N-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Logan played with me while he was here. He brought my basket of toys over for me to play with. I was unsure at first, but Mommy kept telling me that it was ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I enjoyed seeing them and hope they come over to play again. Next time, Mr. Danny will have to come with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-1130890792682816755?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/1130890792682816755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=1130890792682816755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1130890792682816755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/1130890792682816755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-ones-in-my-house.html' title='Little ones in my house'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/Sdq2EZ3rvhI/AAAAAAAAARU/vx2o0JrKcc0/s72-c/Melissa-%26-Claire-with-N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-5388272466539956071</id><published>2009-04-06T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:55:12.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah meets his Great Grandmothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so jealous. Noah gets to go places that I used to go. But I understand why I don't get to go as often. Mommy's hands are too full to handle both of us. But this is one trip that I would have loved to have gone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Noah got to go to Leeds for the first time. He went to Nanny's house to see her and to get to meet Aunt Donna, Nick and Sarah for the first time. Nanny had not seen Noah since the hospital so she could not believe how big he had gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW410M1eI/AAAAAAAAARE/SYQa5rasw8M/s1600-h/Nanny-%26-N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731812954527202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW410M1eI/AAAAAAAAARE/SYQa5rasw8M/s320/Nanny-%26-N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Nanny's house, Noah got to go to Grandma's house. Remember that Grandma was in the hospital and Mommy was worried about Noah meeting Grandma. Well, he was able to meet her. (I would have loved to have gone to Grandma's house because she has deer! I would have loved to have gone to see Nanny, but she has Buddy! Scares the poop out every time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW4-4cKaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eK-UTFnwkVA/s1600-h/Grandma-%26-N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731815388228002" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW4-4cKaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/eK-UTFnwkVA/s320/Grandma-%26-N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW4t2zvWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BUE4u9wTkyo/s1600-h/Grandma-looking-at-N.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321731810817981794" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW4t2zvWI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BUE4u9wTkyo/s320/Grandma-looking-at-N.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandma is doing much better these days. I am sorry that I have not posted an update on her. She came home from the hospital after a week and a half stay. She still has to have breathing treatments though. She fusses about them, but knows that it is what she needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did you see that Noah has a cute Pooh outfit on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-5388272466539956071?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/5388272466539956071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=5388272466539956071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5388272466539956071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/5388272466539956071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/noah-meets-his-great-grandmothers.html' title='Noah meets his Great Grandmothers'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SdqW410M1eI/AAAAAAAAARE/SYQa5rasw8M/s72-c/Nanny-%26-N.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-8590564766540182551</id><published>2009-04-05T15:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:30:30.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat is out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can not stand it any more... I must tell or I will explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy fired me on Tuesday. Daddy says that I am retiring because I am independently wealthy. Why is this exciting?? Well, as of May 1st, I will no longer be able to go to Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells is moving! Mommy is packing up the store and moving it to Argo! She decided that it was time for a move and a revamp of the business. She will be adding party supplies (birthday supplies and balloons) to the list of inventory that Bubbles &amp;amp; Bells will sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why will I not be able to go to the store?? Well, balloons will scare me for 1. 2 - Daddy and Papaw will have a separate office from Mommy. And 3 - it is in the lease, I can not go to work with Mommy. Papaw was so sad that he wishes he had reconsidered before signing the new papers, but he realizes that this is best. (Puppy Daycare, ie. Momma Gena's house - here I come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has tons of work to do between now and then. Well, everyone except me and Noah. Mommy is very excited about this change. She is working very hard to find her new suppliers for the party supplies. I keep begging for some puppy party supplies because my "Gotcha Date" Anniversary is fast approaching and I must demand a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep checking in with us for more business updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-8590564766540182551?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/8590564766540182551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=8590564766540182551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8590564766540182551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/8590564766540182551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/cat-is-out.html' title='The Cat is out...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4337414877823660316</id><published>2009-04-05T15:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T15:04:43.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise that my exciting news is coming soon. Mommy will not let me tell yet. Who is wondering what it is??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4337414877823660316?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4337414877823660316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4337414877823660316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4337414877823660316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4337414877823660316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/exciting-news-update.html' title='Exciting News Update...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-4742275814995166554</id><published>2009-04-02T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:48:08.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Buddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buddy, Nanny's 104 pound Dalmatian/Great Dane got into a dog fight yesterday. Papaw and Nanny ended up having to take Buddy to the emergency room late last night. He broke his upper jaw, lost a tooth, cut his eyelid and has numerous bites all over him. He even had to have some stitches. Buddy had to spend the night at the hospital last night. Nanny was so worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy's fight started all because of a piece of bread. Seriously, Buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Buddy (literally) scares the poop out of me, I do send him well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-4742275814995166554?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/4742275814995166554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=4742275814995166554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4742275814995166554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/4742275814995166554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/04/poor-buddy.html' title='Poor Buddy!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900289145249829351.post-6566807371475542187</id><published>2009-03-31T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:10:16.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mommy and I are working on something very exciting... I can not tell you yet because it is on the "down low" but it is very B-I-G! Keep checking my blog for an update... I am excited about it. Trust me, it is HUGE! It is bigger than when I got my fence, but not bigger than when we got Noah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will tell you soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's just the dog's life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Maggie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900289145249829351-6566807371475542187?l=theweddingdog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/feeds/6566807371475542187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3900289145249829351&amp;postID=6566807371475542187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6566807371475542187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900289145249829351/posts/default/6566807371475542187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theweddingdog.blogspot.com/2009/03/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting news...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14326634691869935378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHzfHQXsGbI/SNlNQEEw_AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/95rdpiAEEr0/S220/maggieblogimage.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
