<?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-17133570</id><updated>2011-12-02T15:52:49.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoey's Beagle World</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about me and my adventures through the eyes of a young beagle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-8557400029957956218</id><published>2007-01-15T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:29:11.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow is fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/358647664_0c12f1fcd2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/358647664_0c12f1fcd2.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zoey really enjoyed the first major snowfall of the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-8557400029957956218?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/8557400029957956218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=8557400029957956218' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/8557400029957956218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/8557400029957956218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow-is-fun_15.html' title='Snow is fun...'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-116847973321130016</id><published>2007-01-10T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:42:13.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A hunting I will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/235405771_42f872e6ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/235405771_42f872e6ca.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week the weather was so nice here in Michigan that I decided to take full advantage and catch up on some much missed squirrel chasing. Every winter squirrels build a nest up high in the tree in my back yard and every summer they come out to torment me, keeping just out of my reach. One of these days I will put an end to their little game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-116847973321130016?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/116847973321130016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=116847973321130016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/116847973321130016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/116847973321130016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2007/01/hunting-i-will-go.html' title='A hunting I will go'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-116832232719373505</id><published>2007-01-09T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T01:01:00.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/351330726_76b533be69.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/351330726_76b533be69.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year people!! Hope everyone had a great holiday and New Year. Did you all party down like I did? And just what did I &lt;em&gt;DO&lt;/em&gt; to ring in the New Year you ask? Well...I stole a slurp of beer from Dad's bottle when he wasn't looking, pigged out on puppy treats, watched the big ball of lights drop with my humans, ran around the house barking my head off while Mom and Dad smooched and chewed up one of Mom's old slippers! Not a bad way to bring in 2007, if you ask me. So what did everyone else do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-116832232719373505?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/116832232719373505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=116832232719373505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/116832232719373505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/116832232719373505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy NEW YEAR!!!'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114238216440580983</id><published>2006-03-14T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:22:30.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/51/112640849_45ed728f34.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/112640849_45ed728f34.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatcha looking at..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114238216440580983?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114238216440580983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114238216440580983' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114238216440580983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114238216440580983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/look.html' title='The Look'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114238075521794555</id><published>2006-03-14T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:59:15.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring today...snow tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1644/1600/DSCF0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1644/200/DSCF0730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's going on here? Yesterday it was almost 70 outside and today...it's only 26?!? And the wind is really strong out there. I had to go potty this morning and I almost fell over! I had to be careful not to pee into the wind. Don't need a face full of tinkle! I usually like to spend time outside during the day, but not today. I'm glad Mommy let me stay inside and sleep all day. I'll get up when Dad gets home. He always plays with me after he changes his clothes. It's my favorite time of night, when Dad comes home to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of me setting on Dad's lap at his computer desk. I'm a lap puppy and I always get my way. If Dad wont pick me up, I just climb my way up into his lap. Aren't I cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114238075521794555?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114238075521794555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114238075521794555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114238075521794555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114238075521794555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-todaysnow-tomorrow.html' title='Spring today...snow tomorrow'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114196418436148443</id><published>2006-03-09T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:18:14.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cute pics!</title><content type='html'>I was sniffing around the blogs and I came across a really cool photo blog. It has all kinds of sweet baby animal pics! LOTS of puppy shots. It was funny to see all the different things we dogs do. We're so darn cute. It's no WONDER our humans can't resist us! If you need a dose of puppy love, click on over to &lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com"&gt;Cuteoverload.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114196418436148443?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114196418436148443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114196418436148443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114196418436148443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114196418436148443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/too-cute-pics_114196418436148443.html' title='Too cute pics!'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114185859902019447</id><published>2006-03-08T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:00:39.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick nack paddy wack...Give your Dog A....PHONE???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1644/1600/PetsCell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3419/1644/200/PetsCell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting today I'm going to blog cool pet toys, gizmos or stories on my blog. Every week I'm going to surf around the net till I find something I think might be interesting to my readers. Well, I think I found something GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;The PetsCell! Now we can talk to Mom and Dad no matter&lt;em&gt; where you are!&lt;/em&gt; Some guy in Canada named Cameron Robb&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;invented it. It's a tiny little cell phone we can put around our neck. We can hear Mom and even talk back to her! For a little extra, we can get upgrades with a fiber optic camera and GPS tracing for the &lt;em&gt;high tech&lt;/em&gt; dog! To check it all out, trot on over to &lt;a href="http://www.petsmobility.com"&gt;Petsmobility.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114185859902019447?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114185859902019447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114185859902019447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114185859902019447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114185859902019447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/nick-nack-paddy-wackgive-your-dog.html' title='Nick nack paddy wack...Give your Dog A....PHONE???'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114180006474744878</id><published>2006-03-08T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:04:30.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57516420@N00/sets/72057594077516421/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/109551920_4f580414f5.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who ate the cookies in my.....cookie jar?!? Oh! That's right. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; did!! Mom was doing her thing and I went into the kitchen to sniff at my cookie jar like I always do when I feel I need a treat. Mom keeps my cookie jar on the bench in the kitchen at nose level so I can sniff anytime I like. Today while peering into my jar, I noticed how empty it was getting. Worried about my supply running out, I whined at Mom to come look at the bare jar. Thinking I just wanted a cookie, Mom opened the jar and sat it on the floor for me to get a cookie out. Still worried about the dwindling treats, I sniffed around the cookie jar thinking I might be able to find some more if I tried hard enough. After several checks and sniffs I just decided to take a cookie or two and let Mom and Dad worry about my supply. They wouldn't let me run out of cookies......&lt;em&gt;would they?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see me raiding the cookie jar, click on the picture above!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114180006474744878?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114180006474744878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114180006474744878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114180006474744878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114180006474744878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/cookie-monster.html' title='Cookie Monster'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114178595068350353</id><published>2006-03-07T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:19:17.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' Like a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/50/109547621_7d8b1de0b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/109547621_7d8b1de0b9.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phew! I'm POOPED! I've been working all day to update my Blog. It's a lot of work. New links, new posts...takes longer than one might think. I try to keep up to date with everything. I even look for new friends to link to. So please..if you like my Blog, feel free to link to my blog. And if you have a blog or website related to animals, pets, dogs and you'd like me to put a link on my Blog for you, just email me your link and I'll check it out! Don't forget to check out my pics and visitor's map!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114178595068350353?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114178595068350353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114178595068350353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114178595068350353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114178595068350353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/workin-like-dog.html' title='Workin&apos; Like a Dog'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114151418228975336</id><published>2006-03-04T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:16:22.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Spring yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/100909857_7d9a04035f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/100909857_7d9a04035f.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are slowly getting longer. The sun gets a little warmer during the day, and I get to spend more time playing outside in the sun. I love spring! So many new smells to sniff out, more people are out walking. And if I'm really lucky, a dog or two will stop by to say 'Hi' as they walk past my yard. Even Freckles, the dog next door, is outside in his pen more these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored sitting around the house all day. I play with my toys, chew on my bones and take lots of naps. But when I REALLY get bored, I go looking for Dad to take me out for a nice long walk. All I have to do is look up at him with my big brown eyes and give him my best, 'I love you Daddy!' face, ( See photo) and he smiles and says, ' Why do you have to be so cute?'. It works every time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114151418228975336?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114151418228975336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114151418228975336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114151418228975336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114151418228975336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Is it Spring yet?'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-114014415935735905</id><published>2006-02-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:42:39.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it....THUNDER???</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm not what you'd call a scaredy-pup, but I have to admit. Tonight when I heard the thunder, I ran for Mom with my tail between my legs! Who knew it could thunder outside when there's all that snow out there?? It snowed all night, last night and now tonight, &lt;em&gt;thunder??&lt;/em&gt; I guess what they say is true. Michigan weather sure is strange! The lightning was so bright, it looked like day out there! Mommy held me tight. Each time the thunder got really loud, it shook the house. That's loud! I'm glad Mommy was home. I don't know what I would've done if I was home all alone. I might have tried to hide under my bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-114014415935735905?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/114014415935735905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=114014415935735905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114014415935735905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/114014415935735905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-itthunder.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it....THUNDER???'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113893208308800449</id><published>2006-02-02T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:43:08.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Tool</title><content type='html'>Using my new blog tool that Dad set up for me, I can see the locations of people visiting my blog. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.gvisit.com/map.php?sid=541eb04dd8d13dece0649174158c3895"&gt;Blog Visitors&lt;/a&gt; to see the google map (updated daily).&lt;a href="http://www.gvisit.com/map.php?sid=541eb04dd8d13dece0649174158c3895"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113893208308800449?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113893208308800449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113893208308800449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113893208308800449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113893208308800449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-blog-tool.html' title='New Blog Tool'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113708515152996975</id><published>2006-01-12T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T11:59:11.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter time...or IS it??</title><content type='html'>Hi, there! I've been spending a lot of time playing outside.  Can you believe this weather?? One day it's snowing outside and we get 8 inches of the fluffy stuff, and the next day it's 40 outside and the snow melts away! What's going on here?? Today, it's sunny and 50 and tomorrow the weather man says it's going to snow! Make up you mind, Mother Nature! Even the trees are messed up. They've got buds on their branches that are already starting to open! Poor trees...don't what to do. Me? I like the snow. I love running around and barking at the snow men the kids next door make. They think I'm funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113708515152996975?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113708515152996975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113708515152996975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113708515152996975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113708515152996975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-timeor-is-it.html' title='Winter time...or IS it??'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113428417587152153</id><published>2005-12-11T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:56:15.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to the Bone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/72299852_1c7269a42a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/72299852_1c7269a42a.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so I know I said the best bone ever was the new ring bone Dad got me a while back. It was great! It took me a while to get into it. But nothing prepared me for what I saw when Mom and Dad came home tonight with the groceries. &lt;p&gt;I was in the bedroom when Dad came to get me and he said I had a surprise waiting for me in the next room. When I came around the corner, there sitting on the floor was the BIGGEST bone I have EVER seen!! It's two times as big as &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am! And man is it &lt;em&gt;HEAVY!&lt;/em&gt; I can hardly move it.&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/20/72299853_fd7575554f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/20/72299853_fd7575554f.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how long it'll take me to get into this thing, but I'm going to give it my all! It's the least I can do, after all. Mom and Dad &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; go to all the trouble of finding me the biggest bone on EARTH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113428417587152153?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113428417587152153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113428417587152153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113428417587152153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113428417587152153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/12/bad-to-bone.html' title='Bad to the Bone!'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113288341563116617</id><published>2005-11-24T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:54:59.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Umm, umm good......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/66088327_0265adef43.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/66088327_0265adef43.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUMMY!! I love peanut butter!! It's my favorite snack. I like it when Dad gives me my toy filled with that tasty treat. Mom thought it would be funny to put some peanut butter on the end of my nose and watch me lick it all off. I guess she gets a kick out of watching me make silly faces like this one! She did it over and over and over again, saying she had to get just the right picture for my Blog. Well the trick was on &lt;em&gt;her!&lt;/em&gt; The longer it took her to get just the right photo, the more peanut butter I got to eat! Now who's silly??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113288341563116617?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113288341563116617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113288341563116617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113288341563116617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113288341563116617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/11/umm-umm-good.html' title='Umm, umm good......'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113288283834731040</id><published>2005-11-24T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:40:38.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Home for Zoey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/64910841_757e884fcf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/64910841_757e884fcf.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WOW!! Look at this new house Mom and Dad got for me this week! Isn't it cool? It's nice and big and it has a soft new blanket for me to lay on to stay warm this winter. Mom and Dad said that now that it was so cold outside, I needed a house for in&lt;em&gt;side&lt;/em&gt; the house. One that I can stay in when Mom and Dad are gone. I still don't like them leaving me home all by myself, but this new house sure beats staying out in the &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt; all by myself!! I think it's kind of cool. It's like my very own private den that I can hide away in when I want to be alone, or if I'm in the mood for some good ol' bone chewing! You're all welcome to stop on by my new place anytime! See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113288283834731040?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113288283834731040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113288283834731040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113288283834731040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113288283834731040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-home-for-zoey.html' title='A New Home for Zoey'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113224899303541922</id><published>2005-11-17T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T12:36:33.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to the Vet</title><content type='html'>I might have gotten a little bit too excited when I was playing in the leaves last weekend. Sure, I had lots of fun digging and tunneling around the back yard, but on Monday, I woke up and my left eye was really hurting me. I followed Dad around as he got ready for work like I always do, but it was hard to see him. I kept blinking and my eye was red. Dad soon realized I wasn't trying to be funny winking at him! He took me to Mommy and asked her to look at my eye to see if she could find anything wrong. Mom looked but said she couldn't see anything, but my eye was really red and I was winking at her, too! Mom made me a vet appointment and we were off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the vet! So many sniffs to sniff and lots of other animals to say "Hi" to. This time there weren't that many friends there, just one little cat who wasn't in the mood for fun. She was getting her stitches out. I remember THAT. OUCH!!! I got lots of attention from the nice girls that work at the vet's, though. They seem to love me. But, hey! Who can blame them? I'm cute!!&lt;br /&gt;I went in to see the vet and he put this green stuff in my eye. It glows in the dark when you shine light on it! Hehehe.... It got all over my fur, so I was green for a day. The vet said I had a tiny scratch on my eye, but that it would heal right up with the drops he gave Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my treat from the nice lady at the front desk and it was time to say good-bye. I made my rounds to all the girls and then me and Mom drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hold still for the drops, but they DO make my eye feel better. How many more times to I have to have my drops, Mom???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113224899303541922?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113224899303541922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113224899303541922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113224899303541922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113224899303541922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-trip-to-vet.html' title='My trip to the Vet'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113184958634400436</id><published>2005-11-12T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:39:46.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat + Zoey = aaaah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/62556899_cb72b284a4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/62556899_cb72b284a4.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why everyone hates the cold. I love it!! When the weather starts turning cold, mom and dad flip a switch and a magical thing starts to happen. Warm air starts blowing out all over the floor. I find my favorite spot, right next to this hole in the wall and I lay down for as long as the air is turned on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113184958634400436?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113184958634400436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113184958634400436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113184958634400436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113184958634400436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/11/heat-zoey-aaaah_12.html' title='Heat + Zoey = aaaah'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113184852855785162</id><published>2005-11-12T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:22:08.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf time fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/62556904_78a1511724.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/62556904_78a1511724.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we decided it was time to rake up the leaves. Every year our tree in the back yard loses all of its leaves and as an added bonus the neighbor gives us half of his. We always end up with a huge pile in the back yard. While mommy and daddy rake up the leaves, I spend my time tunneling and jumping through them. Sometimes I end up creating more of a mess, but it sure is fun. This year I decided to drag my blanket out for a romp. I would say my blanket had as much fun as I did. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57516420@N00/sets/1351164/"&gt;Check out some more of my fall pictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113184852855785162?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113184852855785162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113184852855785162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113184852855785162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113184852855785162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/11/leaf-time-fun.html' title='Leaf time fun'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-113071495614512442</id><published>2005-10-30T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:33:50.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall squash time fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/57747856_1740727c43.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/57747856_1740727c43.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was running low on bones and new toys. So I decided to hunt around for something else to play with. Daddy was cleaning the front porch off and he found a squash left over and he brought it in the house and laid it on the floor. When mommy wasn't looking I went over to investigate... And even though the outside seemed a little suspicious, my nose detected the aroma of something nice and tasty on the inside. We all know there is only one way to get in, naw naw naw till I struck paydirt!! I have never had squash before but now I'm hooked. Now when I visit grandma and grandpa's garden, I may just have to stop and pick a little treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-113071495614512442?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/113071495614512442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=113071495614512442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113071495614512442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/113071495614512442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-squash-time-fun.html' title='Fall squash time fun'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112885126641330461</id><published>2005-10-09T05:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T05:47:46.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle Bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/29/50370609_703ee57caf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/50370609_703ee57caf.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my new bone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112885126641330461?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112885126641330461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112885126641330461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112885126641330461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112885126641330461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/10/circle-bone.html' title='Circle Bone'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112805149338615420</id><published>2005-09-29T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:50:41.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/47791262_e5710da1aa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/47791262_e5710da1aa.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about you, but I LOVE the water! It's a good thing I do, because I seem to need a lot of baths. Almost every time I go outside to play, I need a bath! Dad says it's because I like to dig and play in the mud so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time is always a big deal at our house. Mommy puts me in the tub and gets the soap ready, while Dad takes of my collar and tags. Next, they get the water temperature just right (don't want to burn my toes!). Mom always offers me a drink from the shower head. Yum...fresh water from the tap! After a few licks, it's time to get wet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes both Mom and Dad to get me washed from head to toe. A little soap, a nice massage... I have to stand real still, which is kind of hard to do. I mean, you know how it is when you get wet, right? You're tempted to shake. I did that a few times.... Mom and Dad got all wet and they weren't real happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of suds, it's time to rinse! That can take a while. Mom says they've got to make sure to get all the soap out of my fur. After the soap is gone, it's time to dry! I'm afraid of the hair blower (it's so loud!), so Mom and Dad wrap me up in a towel to get most of the water out of my coat and then, and this is my &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; part, they take me out onto the deck and let me SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE...for all I'm worth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes of shaking and I'm good to go! Once I'm dry, I get my collar and tags back. Clean and ready to play. Let's go digging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112805149338615420?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112805149338615420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112805149338615420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112805149338615420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112805149338615420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/09/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112796915180007467</id><published>2005-09-29T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:45:51.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me...The BUG HUNTER</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago, Mommy and Daddy were getting ready for bed and they had already tucked me into my bed (I have my own bed on the floor at the foot of Mommy and Daddy's bed. Though, I much prefer to sleep with them in their big bed, I hardly get away with it..&lt;em&gt;hehe).&lt;/em&gt; I was really sleepy, but suddenly I caught the sent of something I had been chasing around the floor earlier. My nose just seemed to take over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left, right, to Daddy's closet, around the side of the bed, back towards the door....&lt;em&gt;Where is IT??&lt;/em&gt; My nose ran around the floor trying to pin-point my prey. Mom and dad were looking at me funny, trying to figure out what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Zoey, go to bed."&lt;/em&gt; Mommy told me. But my nose wouldn't let me listen. Then Daddy got on the floor with me. I think he was lookin' for it too!! He looked under the bed and my nose followed his lead! And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THERE IT IS!!&lt;/em&gt; I saw it crawling under Mom's side of the bed. &lt;em&gt;Oh no!! Mommy HATES bugs!!&lt;/em&gt; I had to move fast! I ran around to the other side of the bed, I ran right past Daddy. "&lt;em&gt;What is it, Zo?"&lt;/em&gt; Daddy asked me, but I didn't have time to answer him. I had to get to it before it got away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I corned it and pounced! &lt;em&gt;Got it Dad! &lt;/em&gt;I looked up at Daddy and whined. &lt;em&gt;"Good girl! Good girl! Get it ZoZo!"&lt;/em&gt; Daddy grabbed one of Mommy's shoes and smashed the bug. Dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work done, my tummy rubbed for being a good bug finder, I turned in for the night. All in a night's work for me....&lt;em&gt;The Bug Hunter!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112796915180007467?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112796915180007467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112796915180007467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112796915180007467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112796915180007467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/09/they-call-methe-bug-hunter.html' title='They call me...The BUG HUNTER'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112787471097697152</id><published>2005-09-27T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:31:50.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Tip goes Down...</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know mom and dad have told me lots of times to &lt;em&gt;STAY OUT OF THE TRASH&lt;/em&gt; in the bathroom. But you should SEE all the things in there!! It's just so TEMPTING! I like the toilet paper, and the paper rolls, those are fun to roll and chase along the floor. Sometimes I find a stringy thing that tastes like mint &lt;em&gt;YUM...&lt;/em&gt; I think dad calls it...floss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...tonight I was sniffin' around the bathroom floor and I found a Q-Tip. I guess it smelled good, 'cuz I grabbed it and next thing I know, mom's yelling at me to &lt;em&gt;DROP IT!!&lt;/em&gt; She was trying to pull my mouth open and I was doing my best to swallow the Q-TIP before she could see it! No good. She saw it, but she couldn't reach it and I took one big swallow and down it went! GONE! Needless to say, mommy told me I was a bad girl for getting into the trash again and she sent me to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some pouting, I asked to go outside. Mom let me out, and when I came back in, I needed my paws washed like always (you know how it is. You go outside to pee, then you GOT to dig a little, right?). So mom put me in the tub and washed the mud off my paws. When she was done, she left me to my adventures. BIG mistake! My curiosity got the best of me and I soon found myself sniffing through the trash in the bathroom again. This time, I found a paper towel that smelled like fun. So, being the inquisitive pup I am, I grabbed it and ran! I only had it half gone when mom found me in all my glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pouting in my bed, and now mommy tells me I'm not allowed to play in the bathroom any more. &lt;em&gt;But that's where my favorite rug to lay on is!!&lt;/em&gt; I guess I was a bad girl. But I know mommy still loves me. She just doesn't want me to get hurt eating something I shouldn't. I guess I'll have to stick with the food in my bowl and the bugs in the grass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112787471097697152?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112787471097697152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112787471097697152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112787471097697152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112787471097697152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-tip-goes-down.html' title='And the Tip goes Down...'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112777507826015019</id><published>2005-09-26T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T18:51:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My diggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/46901284_d63907bdb5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/46901284_d63907bdb5.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my house my daddy and grandpa's built for me. As you can see I'm in the process of doing some landscaping. Dad's not thrilled with what I have done to the yard, especially when he tries to mow. But hey, what can I say, I have to keep up with the other dogs in the neighborhood. And besides I only dig after it rains, the ground is nice and soft - just the way I like it prepped and ready for exploration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112777507826015019?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112777507826015019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112777507826015019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112777507826015019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112777507826015019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-diggs.html' title='My diggs'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17133570.post-112777058349163328</id><published>2005-09-26T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:36:23.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/46756207_ce6276b6ef.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/46756207_ce6276b6ef.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HI! My name is Zoey Mae and welcome to my world...I was born May 16th 2004 to a little lemon and white Beagle. My daddy was a tri-color, just like me!! And while I liked it there with my birth mommy and daddy, I knew one day my REAL mommy and daddy would come for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did!! At 12 weeks old, a nice lady and man came to see me and my brother and sister. And while my litter mates poured on the charm, running around, jumping and rolling over in the grass, &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the one  who won them over. My secret?? &lt;em&gt;I played hard to get...hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I said good-bye to my littler mates, licked my birth parents good-bye, and turned my tail towards a new life with a family that loves me. And so, my adventure begins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17133570-112777058349163328?l=zoeyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/feeds/112777058349163328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17133570&amp;postID=112777058349163328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112777058349163328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17133570/posts/default/112777058349163328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoeyk.blogspot.com/2005/09/welcome-to-my-world_112777058349163328.html' title='Welcome to my world'/><author><name>Zoey Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425594819390331291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/30/46752484_efa66401b3_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
