<?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-6858092</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:17:44.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savannah the Dog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog... I just lay around all the time, play fetch, and occasionally shop and blog online :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6942597802716250033</id><published>2011-02-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:05:23.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am helping science!</title><content type='html'>If you happen to be following the Project HealthDesign blog, you may have noticed that I am super science-y. I am serving as an animal model for my mom's research.... that means she is tracking me with the Estrellita application! Read the blog here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://projecthealthdesign.typepad.com/project_health_design/2011/02/dogs-as-animal-models-for-research.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6942597802716250033?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6942597802716250033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-helping-science.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6942597802716250033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6942597802716250033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-helping-science.html' title='I am helping science!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6348723101428595284</id><published>2010-08-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:58:30.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luci happenings...</title><content type='html'>Phew.... Don DOES like me after all!  He put me on the LUCI blogroll!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the going away party for Janet... I sure hope I get to go.  Mom keeps telling me there is something for me in Don's office, but I haven't gotten it yet.  I totally deserve something awesome after all the neglect I got yesterday when my mom ignored me to make this cake instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/TFhYseCoDxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/x_V7Qwvntso/s1600/2010-08-03+10.19.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/TFhYseCoDxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/x_V7Qwvntso/s320/2010-08-03+10.19.02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501244465834626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6348723101428595284?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6348723101428595284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/08/luci-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6348723101428595284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6348723101428595284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/08/luci-happenings.html' title='Luci happenings...'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/TFhYseCoDxI/AAAAAAAAA7M/x_V7Qwvntso/s72-c/2010-08-03+10.19.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-2967043534100682917</id><published>2010-07-29T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T17:11:27.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I feel about Mom's work</title><content type='html'>There are lots of things to love about going to work with mom:&lt;br /&gt;- Smelling new things.... anywhere there are grad students, there are bound to be funny smells!&lt;br /&gt;- Slippery floors.  I LOVE to race around on the tile.&lt;br /&gt;- Elevators.... going up without stairs is crazy. I was scared at first, but now I love it.&lt;br /&gt;- Getting treats and extra petting from &lt;a href="http://luci.ics.uci.edu/#bioFaculty&amp;djp3"&gt;mom's friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also things that make me mad about mom's work.... the one today is that even though I love LUCI and spend lots of time there, apparently, I am not worthy of being on their &lt;a href="http://luci.ics.uci.edu/blog/"&gt;blogroll&lt;/a&gt;.... don't they love me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-2967043534100682917?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2967043534100682917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-feel-about-moms-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2967043534100682917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2967043534100682917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-feel-about-moms-work.html' title='How I feel about Mom&apos;s work'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-8163963682893073293</id><published>2010-05-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:11:26.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home at Last</title><content type='html'>Its been quite a May for me.  First, my parents drove me 30 hours across the country (with a stop off to see my Uncle Jay, which is always much appreciated).  I got to go to Nonni and Pop's house in Alabama which was really nice.  Then, they made me drive another 30 hours BACK across that darn country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;- Tricking Nonni into getting up earlier and earlier each morning to take me for walks&lt;br /&gt;- Almost catching a duck.... who knew I wanted them so badly!? It was like something just took over for me that I couldn't control, almost like I was born to go after ducks.&lt;br /&gt;- Nonni giving me treats in every bowl of food.&lt;br /&gt;- Running on the dock and getting pet lots and lots by my pop while watching fish jump in the river.&lt;br /&gt;- Taking over a huge house with just me and my parents while Nonni and Pop were in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;- Meeting that nice policeman in West Texas.&lt;br /&gt;- Eating Brisket at Cooper's Barbeque... YUM!  BEEFIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lowlights:&lt;br /&gt;- My dad getting yelled at by the rest area people who wanted me to get stung by scorpions rather than pee on their grass.&lt;br /&gt;- driving.... and driving.... and driving....&lt;br /&gt;- Getting carried up and down on top of an RV in Austin... (a) why would anyone watch baseball in that heat and (b) don't my parents know that girls were soooo obviously not invited to that party unless they were the kind of girls that Uncle Jay and his friends could hook up with?&lt;br /&gt;- Getting my stomach cut open and a fatty tumor biopsied.  I am okay, but I wish they would quit cutting me open... newsflash people: It always just fat!&lt;br /&gt;- My mom throwing food in the river at those stupid fish when I was right there happy to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;- driving.... and driving.... and driving....&lt;br /&gt;- Leaving my Nonni and Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, summary.... it was a good trip and dogs do love trucks, but I am glad to be laying in the middle of my living room floor back in California!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-8163963682893073293?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8163963682893073293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8163963682893073293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8163963682893073293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-at-last.html' title='Home at Last'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3113482897692063824</id><published>2010-03-17T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:42:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saint Patricks Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S6FoxAh2K6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/RLRKd8F2QMU/s1600-h/SPA50559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S6FoxAh2K6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/RLRKd8F2QMU/s320/SPA50559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449752215259851682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S6FowXqfbVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/u5A6p7ZTY7E/s1600-h/SPA50562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S6FowXqfbVI/AAAAAAAAAuU/u5A6p7ZTY7E/s320/SPA50562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449752204290256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom brought me special treats from the place named after me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3113482897692063824?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3113482897692063824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-saint-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3113482897692063824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3113482897692063824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-saint-patricks-day.html' title='Happy Saint Patricks Day!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S6FoxAh2K6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/RLRKd8F2QMU/s72-c/SPA50559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3951106818964549246</id><published>2010-03-14T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:29:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New friend Bolt</title><content type='html'>My mom's friend Melissa came over last night with her daughter Z. We watched Bolt... it was so fun!  Also, we had pizza which means my dad gave me a lot of crust. I am so happy that he hates crust, because it means thatI get to eat a lot of it.... nevermind that it makes me gassy later.  Anyway, the good news is that we had this whole thing about whose human different people were, and my dad is my human, but Melissa said I have two humans so I guess my mom is also my human. Anyway, Z decided she was Penny, and Melissa was Bolt. So, that meant Z is Melissa's human, and it was sooo funny because she was crawling on the floor and Z pretended she had a leash to walk her.  M wasn't a very good walker with the leash though, kinda like me, and so Penny, I mean Z, I mean Penny, kind of gave up.  Oooh I have to run.... my dad just made me ground turkey for dinner... yum!  Nevermind that I am personally growing my parents' carbon footprint with my carnivorous diet and habit of pooping everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3951106818964549246?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3951106818964549246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-friend-bolt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3951106818964549246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3951106818964549246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-friend-bolt.html' title='New friend Bolt'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7320450195623429778</id><published>2010-03-07T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:38:02.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from a big fur ball</title><content type='html'>Hi there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy busy busy the last few months. I like to move around the house a lot and sleep in a different room at various hours through the day and night. I like my mom's office and my bedroom the best.. luckily for me they are right on top of one another.  My parents keep insisting on calling my room the "guest room" but most of the time, there are no guests, and they each have their own rooms... even if they do call them "offices" so I think I should have my own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets see what else.... well, my fur is growing out long now. It has been crazy cold here (well, cold for California... not like there is snow or anything).  My dad says its good to have the long fur for the cold weather, but really, I think it just makes me stink, and my mom totally agrees.  As if its not bad enough that they all yell at me all the time about my breath! Now, my fur gets wet in all this rain and it stinks too. I stink so bad that Zabelle my little friend brought over this weird things like baby wipes for my teeth.  My mom tortures me with them, and my dad even got out a toothbrush and tried to brush my teeth.  I showed them though and spit that toothpaste all over them and ran away and hid in the other room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I almost forgot, I do have one pretty cool piece of news.... &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Used-Cars-101-strategies-Professional/dp/0982628404/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1268025807&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;my dad's book is finally out&lt;/a&gt;   Now there will be a whole lot less stomping and cursing going on around here! I can finally relax and sleep and snore in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savannah the furry little stink monster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7320450195623429778?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7320450195623429778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-from-big-fur-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7320450195623429778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7320450195623429778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-from-big-fur-ball.html' title='Update from a big fur ball'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7214700523747843291</id><published>2010-01-05T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:53:04.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>I am officially 8 years old today!  I had a great day.... went for a walk, went to the park, had belly rubs, and now I am eating a puppy pop. Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7214700523747843291?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7214700523747843291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7214700523747843291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7214700523747843291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-4407765979016624765</id><published>2009-05-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:19:21.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Chargers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtftcLxTRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/J7KmV5e3a7s/s1600-h/SPA50215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtftcLxTRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/J7KmV5e3a7s/s320/SPA50215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339967017442168082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtfoDv3v4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/iFnNQw8cvb4/s1600-h/SPA50214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtfoDv3v4I/AAAAAAAAAbA/iFnNQw8cvb4/s320/SPA50214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339966924983353218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-4407765979016624765?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4407765979016624765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-chargers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4407765979016624765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4407765979016624765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-chargers.html' title='Go Chargers!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtftcLxTRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/J7KmV5e3a7s/s72-c/SPA50215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3413458332456357338</id><published>2009-05-25T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:07:55.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>On this great holiday day, I thought I would wish you all a good one.  I have had a great weekend.... I got to go to the beach on Saturday and then the spa.  I got to go on a hike yesterday.  And today I have been lazing around under my mom's feet while she works.  I hear my Uncle Mike is coming to see me tonight too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all that positive does have its downsides.  I recently learned that Bo is getting a lot more attention than I am.  I get it... he's the President's dog, fine fine.  But, when we were at the store, I was so excited that the check out guy gave me a treat that I almost missed it, but then there it was ... a WHOLE BOOK about Bo!  I have to do my OWN authorship and all I get is a stinking blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moooooommmmmmm!  Come on!!!! I want a book too!  (I sure hope she reads this and gets that I was whining and whimpering and gives me what I want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Americas-Commander-Leash-Naren-Aryal/dp/1934878707&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3413458332456357338?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3413458332456357338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3413458332456357338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3413458332456357338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7101274232415655185</id><published>2009-05-18T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:26:13.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why oh why does the world hate me?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so to start with, last night, there was a crazy bad earthquake... well maybe not crazy bad.  Nothing fell down really, but it did shake for a long time.  I was really scared and tried to run in the bedroom. My mom sat with me and comforted me though.  My dad ran outside... he is soooo East Coast!  I heard it was a 5, which I guess is pretty big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, before my mom's alarm clock even went off, there was all this crazy noise outside.  They are taking away my sidewalk!  I love that sidewalk. I walk on it, and sniff things, and do all kinds of stuff, but there they were just breaking it up and taking it away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, then I came to my mom's office, which was awesome at first because I got to see my Uncle Don, and he pet me and pet me and was super nice.  The only problem was that my mom forgot her keys.  So, I had to get locked in the lab while she went and did stuff, and I hated it so much I started barking.  But then she came back, and we sat on the couch, and also I got to lie on the awesome cold tile floor.  So, I guess it seems like its going okay now.  I hope I get to go home soon and my world stops changing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me hard at work in the LUCI lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShGoIVUwrPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eGQp2OYP2WE/s1600-h/Photo+57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShGoIVUwrPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eGQp2OYP2WE/s320/Photo+57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231894527388914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShGoOHNJyJI/AAAAAAAAAag/c8YS5sZRMyA/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShGoOHNJyJI/AAAAAAAAAag/c8YS5sZRMyA/s320/Photo+56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337231993816598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7101274232415655185?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7101274232415655185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-oh-why-does-world-hate-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7101274232415655185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7101274232415655185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-oh-why-does-world-hate-me.html' title='Why oh why does the world hate me?'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShGoIVUwrPI/AAAAAAAAAaY/eGQp2OYP2WE/s72-c/Photo+57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-5846470491595350463</id><published>2009-05-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:20:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Doggie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtgAPltEnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dlXFhiopS2g/s1600-h/SPA50208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtgAPltEnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dlXFhiopS2g/s320/SPA50208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339967340478796402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The STAR group went out for their annual outing... they went cosmic bowling, and all I got was this silly light necklace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-5846470491595350463?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5846470491595350463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/space-doggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/5846470491595350463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/5846470491595350463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/space-doggie.html' title='Space Doggie!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/ShtgAPltEnI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dlXFhiopS2g/s72-c/SPA50208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-8443043859764003754</id><published>2009-05-06T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:33:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable video</title><content type='html'>My mom has had a rough couple of weeks at work... lots of grant and paper writing.  I showed her this video to cheer her up.  This might cheer you up if you are having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPsSWWZy2lc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPsSWWZy2lc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-8443043859764003754?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8443043859764003754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/adorable-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8443043859764003754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8443043859764003754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/05/adorable-video.html' title='Adorable video'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-4428942117540735060</id><published>2009-04-15T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:33:21.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bout time I made it to flickr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emrys/3445527094/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3445527094_262bd528a2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/emrys/3445527094/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/emrys/"&gt;kaufmans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All my friends have been making fun of me, cuz my mom is soooo boring and never hardly posts to flickr, but my friend sam hooked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks sam!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-4428942117540735060?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4428942117540735060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-i-made-it-to-flickr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4428942117540735060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4428942117540735060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-i-made-it-to-flickr.html' title='&amp;#39;Bout time I made it to flickr'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3538/3445527094_262bd528a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-1521147305426260062</id><published>2009-02-24T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:35:17.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and Dad are back.... and I can almost roll over</title><content type='html'>My parents abandoned me for a week... they went to some place they keep calling "the big island" but I don't know whats so big about it.  As for me, I was pretty well taken care of.  My friends Gabi and David hung out with me all week.  David taught me to roll over, but I am so fat, I get stuck on my back and then sometimes he is a sucker and just gives me the treat anyway.  He also got me two new toys... woohoo!  My parents came back and that makes me happy, but they keep talking about how I need a bath, and I am less happy about that.  I'll post a picture though once I am all pretty again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-1521147305426260062?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1521147305426260062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/02/mom-and-dad-are-back-and-i-can-almost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1521147305426260062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1521147305426260062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/02/mom-and-dad-are-back-and-i-can-almost.html' title='Mom and Dad are back.... and I can almost roll over'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6940016842436326810</id><published>2009-02-06T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:42:39.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Margarita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SY0ROUq0HQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-iN_kTYmuwQ/s1600-h/Savannah%26margarita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SY0ROUq0HQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-iN_kTYmuwQ/s320/Savannah%26margarita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299911274249067778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad Margarita has gone... but I will look at this picture of her and think of her fondly often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6940016842436326810?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6940016842436326810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-margarita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6940016842436326810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6940016842436326810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bye-bye-margarita.html' title='Bye bye Margarita!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SY0ROUq0HQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/-iN_kTYmuwQ/s72-c/Savannah%26margarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-964140461694491932</id><published>2009-01-27T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:45:35.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New BFF</title><content type='html'>So... I am really sad that Margarita is leaving... don't get me wrong. I am even trying to score an invite to her going away party this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say, however, that I totally have a new bestie... her name is Gabi.  She is way more renegade than Margarita. She took me on a golf course (I haven't been on one of those since my mom was a beer girl when I was just a young pup).  She also walked me super far one day, so far I thought I might totally die, cuz I am kind of old and fat.  Anyway, I was pooped, but then I was sooo happy, because we were at my other good friend David's house, and he took me for a ride in the car. I thought I would get to go somewhere cool... Normally, he takes me to the beach.  That's fun except for he is always making this weird noise when we go there. It sounds like "Hunnnngggington" and he tries to get me to make the noise too... weirdo.  Anyway, sorry, got distracted. I am kind of ADD.  So, anyway, we got in the car, and instead of going some place cool, he just took me home.  It was okay though cuz my new bestie was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just told me she is going to stay with me for a whole week in February. I am soooo excited. I almost peed myself with joy, which kind of gets my mom back for torturing me with some kind of crazy small dinosaur thing that makes weird noises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-964140461694491932?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/964140461694491932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-bff.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/964140461694491932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/964140461694491932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-bff.html' title='My New BFF'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-1440465348938914417</id><published>2009-01-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:01:14.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patterson Family Holiday Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SW0PHo_em_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/aKSdmeibOE0/s1600-h/Photo+50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SW0PHo_em_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/aKSdmeibOE0/s320/Photo+50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290901761167367154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly Don knows who is important and has addressed the card appropriately.... either that or he just really wants to be on the blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I will appease him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-1440465348938914417?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1440465348938914417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/01/patterson-family-holiday-card.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1440465348938914417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1440465348938914417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2009/01/patterson-family-holiday-card.html' title='Patterson Family Holiday Card'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SW0PHo_em_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/aKSdmeibOE0/s72-c/Photo+50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-970767240678620620</id><published>2008-12-15T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:32:15.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its raining its pouring....</title><content type='html'>Wow, it is SOAKING wet outside today.  I was NOT happy when I had to go outside to pee.  Mom's friend Khai says I should use a "toilet" whatever that is... I think he might be talking about that extra waterbowl that they won't let me drink out of. hmmm... not sure how being able to drink out of that thing after all would help me not have to go outside in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I thought we moved to California to get away from this stupid wet stuff!  Maybe if I go to sleep, when I wake up it will have stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-970767240678620620?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/970767240678620620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-raining-its-pouring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/970767240678620620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/970767240678620620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-raining-its-pouring.html' title='Its raining its pouring....'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3340096363358921633</id><published>2008-11-03T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:13:13.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake!</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a really weird day.  My mom woke up kind of late... I guess she wasn't feeling well or something, because when she took me for a walk, she looked a little green.  I figured she was feeling better later, because she baked a cake, which she almost never did.  Anyway, she made all these crazy things out of frosting and marzipan on the cake... and I wanted some!  She didn't give me any though, and just when I thought I might get some, they took the whole thing away and brought it to a party for Charlotte.  I like Charlotte a lot, but she won't let me at her duck collection, which makes me mad.  I would have so much fun chewing on them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the cake kind of looked like some of those fun things, but my mom kept saying how you could eat the whole thing, so I am guessing there weren't any real rubber ducks on there.  Here's a picture so you can see for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SQ-9ut-vE7I/AAAAAAAAASM/L3ipOp0g0ME/s1600-h/RubberDuckCake"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SQ-9ut-vE7I/AAAAAAAAASM/L3ipOp0g0ME/s320/RubberDuckCake" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264635099733758898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3340096363358921633?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3340096363358921633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/11/cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3340096363358921633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3340096363358921633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/11/cake.html' title='Cake!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SQ-9ut-vE7I/AAAAAAAAASM/L3ipOp0g0ME/s72-c/RubberDuckCake' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-678649176497104189</id><published>2008-10-21T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:58:26.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my mom</title><content type='html'>Did I mention that my mom is my most favorite  human being in the whole world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in the background is my mom's bike that she never ever rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SP5eiAi900I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i7Ycy5bB_Tk/s1600-h/SPA51087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SP5eiAi900I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i7Ycy5bB_Tk/s320/SPA51087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259745353170539330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-678649176497104189?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/678649176497104189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/678649176497104189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/678649176497104189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-mom.html' title='Me and my mom'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SP5eiAi900I/AAAAAAAAAMc/i7Ycy5bB_Tk/s72-c/SPA51087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3569696500219030847</id><published>2008-09-19T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:17:07.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning:  A photo essay</title><content type='html'>Good morning... many of you have asked me what I do in the morning while my parents are getting ready to go to work.  So here you have this morning in photo essay format.... I can't tell you how I took the pictures, just know that I might have stolen a cool gadget from my mom's work to do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I go for a walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPNBihUygI/AAAAAAAAALE/6hjX7znXDXg/s1600-h/00000500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPNBihUygI/AAAAAAAAALE/6hjX7znXDXg/s320/00000500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247763417146903042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.... it sure is bright out in the morning in Southern California!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPN_VsDHHI/AAAAAAAAALc/uSo2hEiZT6I/s1600-h/00000492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPN_VsDHHI/AAAAAAAAALc/uSo2hEiZT6I/s320/00000492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247764478854110322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I get done with my walk, I get a treat.  I was so excited to get it, I kind of messed up the picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPNva9-rjI/AAAAAAAAALU/xz3lM1z_jfI/s1600-h/00000508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPNva9-rjI/AAAAAAAAALU/xz3lM1z_jfI/s320/00000508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247764205393587762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, I like to lay around a bit, sometimes inside, sometimes out, sometimes near my parents getting some early morning emailing done, sometimes not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO04F7i9I/AAAAAAAAALk/zw9qADdzHKA/s1600-h/00000403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO04F7i9I/AAAAAAAAALk/zw9qADdzHKA/s320/00000403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765398622538706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO00f0GKI/AAAAAAAAALs/NJcyMD8xEos/s1600-h/00000425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO00f0GKI/AAAAAAAAALs/NJcyMD8xEos/s320/00000425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765397657360546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1KKXt9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJRzG-8lWOA/s1600-h/00000429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1KKXt9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/oJRzG-8lWOA/s320/00000429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765403473000402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like to sttttrrrrreeettttcccchhhh my paws out in the sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1SpSpVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x3qbTgeXD4U/s1600-h/00000454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1SpSpVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/x3qbTgeXD4U/s320/00000454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765405750175058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, my dad leaves for work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1umAEDI/AAAAAAAAAME/j2RtcvN5zKA/s1600-h/00000331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPO1umAEDI/AAAAAAAAAME/j2RtcvN5zKA/s320/00000331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765413252567090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, when my mom goes to get coffee and breakfast, I follow her to beg for my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPP1l3CnFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hPeDZtQQtEM/s1600-h/00000398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPP1l3CnFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hPeDZtQQtEM/s320/00000398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247766510419745874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the excitement, they leave and go to work, and I go back to lying around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPQWtYRq1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/l5LWY2tgdn4/s1600-h/00000328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPQWtYRq1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/l5LWY2tgdn4/s320/00000328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247767079373876050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.... my very exciting morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3569696500219030847?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3569696500219030847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-morning-photo-essay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3569696500219030847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3569696500219030847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-morning-photo-essay.html' title='My Morning:  A photo essay'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SNPNBihUygI/AAAAAAAAALE/6hjX7znXDXg/s72-c/00000500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-2020191940490967236</id><published>2008-09-03T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:34:56.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great new (old) picture</title><content type='html'>My friend Margarita who stays with me when my parents go away just sent this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome! She took it last Spring, which is why it is kind of old, but I just saw it, so its new too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL9zTcWFCwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2bcHjnSYS7w/s1600-h/SavannahFlowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL9zTcWFCwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2bcHjnSYS7w/s320/SavannahFlowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242035269146053378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-2020191940490967236?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2020191940490967236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-new-old-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2020191940490967236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2020191940490967236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-new-old-picture.html' title='Great new (old) picture'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL9zTcWFCwI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2bcHjnSYS7w/s72-c/SavannahFlowers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6460963289339916196</id><published>2008-09-03T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:26:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party party party</title><content type='html'>I recently hosted a lovely little soiree in my new backyard.  My mom helped me out by inviting all the other Assistant Professors in her department, but really it was all a ruse to get them to bring their kids over.  Kids are fantastic.  They pet me.  They are the same height as me, so petting is really nice and easy.  They feed me.... on purpose and by accident.  They run around. They pet me. They feed me.  Hmm... I seem to be in a loop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so the party was really fun, and not only did the kids feed me loads, but also, my mom's new friend and colleague Yunan gave me LOTS of love.  I was so tired by the time everyone left (and well fed) that I just laid around and barely even said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got this really great Thank You card in the mail.  Finally, someone is recognizing that I am the one who does all the work around here.  I mean, I have to look cute, and I have to bark at people when they arrive. I clean up --- well, I eat what falls on the ground anyway.  In general, I think we all know that no party would be complete without me.  Do my parents ever thank me?  No, they certainly do not.  Finally, the Pattersons recognized how very important I am.  So, I am including their note here so you can recognize it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL8mrhMamOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IJxVLD7yvLw/s1600-h/Photo+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL8mrhMamOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IJxVLD7yvLw/s320/Photo+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241951020369221858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't read it very well, the top part is to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Savannah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for entertaining Theo and Joy.  You are the consummate hostess.  We love what you've done with your owner's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don (but not Sandy) Theo and Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;There is another note on the bottom part too.  It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Gillian and Steve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for hosting the fun party! As you heard by now, Theo is fine.  Sorry to leave in a whirl of drama! :) Enjoy the rest of the summer &amp;amp; hopefully we'll see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sandy, Don, Theo, Joy, &amp;amp; Martha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, there are some very important things for you to know about this note.  First of all, lest you should think I bit someone or something, Theo fell down all by himself, and I had nothing to do with it. In fact, maybe if they would have let me go out and run around on the playground with him, this never would have happened.  When Timmy fell in the well, Lassie always saved him.  If Theo had fallen down and I had been there, I might have dove under him and saved him.  You never know, and thanks to my parents being all strict and not letting me outside the fence, you never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Martha used to like me and now all of a sudden she doesn't.  I was told not to take it personally.  Apparently, she had a little run-in with another dog, and seeing as she isn't really old enough yet to understand complexities like good dogs and bad ones, she is taking it out on me.  Well, I am trying to be understanding, but it still hurts you know?  Just saying "its not you, its me" doesn't diminish the pain of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now third... when I first got this note, I was worried that maybe Sandy didn't like me either anymore seeing as how I (a) didn't save her oldest child from a fall and (b) am no longer liked by her youngest one.  Alas, my mom has explained it to me.  She says that Sandy is a really nice woman who has good manners, and she probably thought it was proper to thank the humans in the house more so than the dog (That's her handwriting on the bottom part of the note). Whereas Don (like my dad) is just a big, silly kid sometimes, and so he thought it was okay to address the dog (me).  So, now I feel a bit better.  Oh and also, yay for Don finally recognizing how very important I am to the entertaining schedule of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6460963289339916196?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6460963289339916196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/party-party-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6460963289339916196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6460963289339916196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/09/party-party-party.html' title='Party party party'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SL8mrhMamOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IJxVLD7yvLw/s72-c/Photo+53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7603331154127131801</id><published>2008-08-14T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:15:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tessie the Golden Retriever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SKSSSIGuMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xtL4bjzxGhA/s1600-h/tessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SKSSSIGuMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xtL4bjzxGhA/s320/tessie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234469507022336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, this pup is so cute!  She reminds me of another super cute dog I know.... me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailypuppy.com/puppies/Tessie-the-Golden-Retriever_2008-08-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7603331154127131801?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7603331154127131801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/tessie-golden-retriever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7603331154127131801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7603331154127131801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/tessie-golden-retriever.html' title='Tessie the Golden Retriever'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SKSSSIGuMeI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xtL4bjzxGhA/s72-c/tessie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-888368357589685404</id><published>2008-08-02T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:40:58.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SJT-jL_RDDI/AAAAAAAAACE/eGLNIpnDsLM/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SJT-jL_RDDI/AAAAAAAAACE/eGLNIpnDsLM/s320/Photo+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230084947751013426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-888368357589685404?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/888368357589685404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-yard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/888368357589685404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/888368357589685404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/me-and-my-yard.html' title='Me and My Yard'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_odtFM6hktB0/SJT-jL_RDDI/AAAAAAAAACE/eGLNIpnDsLM/s72-c/Photo+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-2277841449005807945</id><published>2008-08-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:45:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel the earth move under my paws...</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is a little out of control really.  I got a new lawn (yay!), but then it MOVED!  A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened once before ... you might remember it from my blog, but this time it was kind of a bigger deal. So here are the differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;So little that my mom thought it was a plane flying too close to the apartment until her friend &lt;a href="http://www.ics.uci.edu/~cplee/"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/a&gt; IM'ed her and said it was an earthquake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Super close and a lot bigger. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Chino_Hills_earthquake"&gt;here is more info!&lt;/a&gt;  By the way, can I just say how weird it is that the wikipedia article is already up and FILLED with information!?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Mom was home and her friend &lt;a href="erstwhile.org"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; was over too.  I felt nice and cozy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; Mom was in Seattle and Dad was at the gas station... all alone!  Good thing I didn't get trapped under anything!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;I was over it in no time.  Back to sleep for me... you know how I like to sleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; I was freaked out!  When my dad got home, I would't leave him alone.  I stayed awake for a whole 7 hours!  I think that is a record for me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think the summary is... that was not very fun for me.  My Pop told my parents to listen to me... I know all things and the "big one" is coming.  Well, all I have to say is that if that wasn't the big one, my parents better get on that earthquake proofing they keep claiming they are going to do.  I don't see any brackets or putty anywhere.  Its like they think we still live in Atlanta with all the door locking and neglecting earthquakes and fires.  Don't they know that in Irvine people don't steal?  They get crushed by earthquakes and evacuated for fires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my new lawn really is awesome.  I have like as much grass as three dog beds.  So, I can just go from one spot of grass to another whenever I feel like it. Plus, Nonny got me a big rug for the porch. So, sometimes I lay on that too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh.... I think I smell bunnies.  Gotta run and not catch them now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-2277841449005807945?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2277841449005807945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-earth-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2277841449005807945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2277841449005807945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-earth-move.html' title='I feel the earth move under my paws...'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-8210767142839221253</id><published>2008-06-04T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T23:01:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White people like me!</title><content type='html'>hey sports fans... sorry its been a while!  We moved into the new place, which is awesome, but it means that my dad has been walking me a ton.  We have a great path we take that leads us through all these pretty flowers and stuff.  I did have one incident with something hissing at me from behind a trashcan.  That scared me a lot, but most of the time, there's no problems.  Anyway, its been making me really tired.  I'll post some pictures of our awesome walks soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news (and the real point of this post), my mom just found this awesome website that tells her all the things white people like.  Now, she's white, so you would think she would know, but she's also an academic.  Lets face it, there is nothing professors like more than to go off and "research" things they know to be true. If I hear her yammer on about "empirical evidence" (whatever the heck that is) any more, I will literally eat my own poo... oh wait, I do that sometimes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so back to the point... she found out that white people like dogs (http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2008/02/04/53-dogs/).  Awesome!  I have pretty diverse friends, but its still good to know that all the white people like me.  I was working really hard at being cute and well behaved and begging and everything, but now I don't have to, 'cause now I know they will like me no matter what. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-8210767142839221253?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/8210767142839221253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-people-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8210767142839221253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/8210767142839221253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/06/white-people-like-me.html' title='White people like me!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-242420625428077168</id><published>2008-05-14T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:38:59.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving time</title><content type='html'>Wow, I am sooo tired!  I moved last week.  There are still boxes everywhere. It totally sucks.  I do have a new yard though, and that is AWESOME!  I'll report back more once things are unpacked, and I can stretch out and type more easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-242420625428077168?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/242420625428077168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/moving-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/242420625428077168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/242420625428077168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/05/moving-time.html' title='Moving time'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-2053130729277569749</id><published>2008-04-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:23:09.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At work... again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R_WQ4W1N_DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/14NV-lthh_k/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R_WQ4W1N_DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/14NV-lthh_k/s320/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185209843862862898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is night three of going to work with mom... it was fun at first.  I like sliding on the floors and stuff, but seriously, I am getting tired of working so hard.  Paper deadlines suck!&lt;img src="file:///private/var/tmp/folders.501/TemporaryItems/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x308cb0.tmp.wfSap1/Photo%2050.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-2053130729277569749?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2053130729277569749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-work-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2053130729277569749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2053130729277569749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/04/at-work-again.html' title='At work... again...'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R_WQ4W1N_DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/14NV-lthh_k/s72-c/Photo+40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-1079300292260789815</id><published>2008-03-27T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T11:12:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The earth MOVED!</title><content type='html'>Okay, what on earth was that?????  Last night, we are all sitting around just fine.  My mom was working with her friend David. I was sleeping on the couch.  Then, all of a sudden, everything was shaking.  My mom said something about a plane flying too close to us, but I thought she was crazy.  No airplanes do that!  Anyway, a few minutes go by and they are just like "oh no big deal, it was just a little earthquake."  No big deal?  No big deal?  The ground, the ground that is supposed to be totally stable, MOVED!  Crazy!  Anyway, I was not happy about it at all, and I laid under the table for like an hour afterwards.  Nothing else crazy has happened since, so I guess its okay.  I figured I better tell all of you out there about it though, just in case you are thinking of coming to visit or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-1079300292260789815?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1079300292260789815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1079300292260789815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1079300292260789815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-moved.html' title='The earth MOVED!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3655335504557704944</id><published>2008-03-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:00:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's friends are such a pain</title><content type='html'>So, for the last few days, my mom has been spending more time at home than usual.  She says it is Spring Break (whatever that is) and so she can work from home more. It's nice to have her home all, and I don't mean to complain, but she is still on the computer all the time.  I deal with it by laying next to her and sticking my tail on her computer.  That way she kind of has to move it to reach certain keys, and that reminds her of me.  I am so nice to her the way I make sure she always thinks of me... I know it makes her happy.  Anyway, we have a really good system going, but every so often, she won't be talking to anyone or anything, and all of a sudden she will laugh out loud, and that shakes my couch which shakes me, and then I have to huff at her and go to my bed or to another couch.  I have been trying to figure out what the heck is going on.  Finally, today, it hit me!  She isn't always working on that darned laptop.  Sometimes, she is talking but not talking... she is typing to her friends.  One in particular, this Dourish character is always making her laugh and disrupting me and my slumber.  Doesn't he know how important sleeping ALL the time is to me?  Well, whenever I meet him, if I can remember that far into the future, I am totally going to bite him!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, got distracted by my squeaky bunny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... what was I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it wasn't that important... back to sleep for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3655335504557704944?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3655335504557704944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/moms-friends-are-such-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3655335504557704944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3655335504557704944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/moms-friends-are-such-pain.html' title='Mom&apos;s friends are such a pain'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-2853947435004792294</id><published>2008-03-10T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:55:48.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach and spa for me</title><content type='html'>I had an awesome day yesterday!  I got to go to the beach in the morning with my friends Zack, Zoe, and Zuleka.  They are a little better than me at the whole fetching and swimming in the waves thing, but I am learning.  Zuleka can catch a frisbee like 8 feet off the ground... it is AWESOME.  Plus, she got totally rolled by a wave and kept on coming. I couldn't believe it.  I played a little, but I get tired.  So, I laid in the sand with Zoe.  She's a little older and more my speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R9YehUVHqsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DbHy_afYM9M/s1600-h/Photo+51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R9YehUVHqsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DbHy_afYM9M/s320/Photo+51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176358379450772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I got good and dirty at the beach, I got to go to the spa.  They rubbed me down and put me in the whirlpool.  They cut my nails and my hair and even made me smell like jelly beans.  it was awesome.  Plus, my mom gave me new toys.  Now, I am totally representing for my blue state peeps! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///private/var/tmp/folders.501/TemporaryItems/com.apple.PhotoBooth-T0x308cb0.tmp.ZfbZhW/Photo%2049.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-2853947435004792294?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/2853947435004792294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/beach-and-spa-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2853947435004792294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/2853947435004792294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/beach-and-spa-for-me.html' title='Beach and spa for me'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R9YehUVHqsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DbHy_afYM9M/s72-c/Photo+51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-4815572088648929119</id><published>2008-03-07T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:57:48.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friends came to see me</title><content type='html'>This has been such a fun couple of days.  On Tuesday, my friend Julie came to see me, and we took a walk. Then, on Wednesday my friend Trevor came to see me.  He even spent the night.  I got to play fetch in the house, which is always like my most favorite, and my dad never lets me do it... he is so mean.  Anyway, sorry, I got a little distracted.  So, then, I thought that was so super cool, until I saw him packing up his stuff to leave on Thursday. He tried to pet me and be all nice and stuff, but whatever I saw through it.  So, then, I just totally shunned him, and I was sad all day.  But then, that night, my mom was supposed to be out late, and she totally came home earlier than I thought, and even better, David and Julie came over!  It was so fun.  They gave me pizza and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I can't believe I totally forgot to mention this.... I played (or tried to) with a broken dog last Sunday.  My mom took me to work, which was fun except for all the sliding on the slick floors.  After that, we went over to meet a new puppy.  I was super excited, but then the puppy just didn't play. It was cute and all but it didn't want to play.  And then, that made me not want to play, and it became a whole thing.  Anyway, I think that thing was broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go outside... gotta get my evening walk on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-4815572088648929119?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4815572088648929119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-friends-came-to-see-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4815572088648929119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4815572088648929119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-friends-came-to-see-me.html' title='My friends came to see me'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7370602932926356129</id><published>2008-02-26T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:26:11.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R8TYLVI-JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/T_Q_NJGWIcs/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R8TYLVI-JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/T_Q_NJGWIcs/s320/Photo+49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171495961293104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I have both been sick for a while now... yuck!  Last night, I was feeling so icky and sad that I laid right on top of her for some comfort.  That worked pretty well until she got hot in the middle of the night and moved me.  That made me sad, but she worked from home all day today, and so that made up for it.  Here we are while she comforts me:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7370602932926356129?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7370602932926356129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/sickies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7370602932926356129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7370602932926356129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/sickies.html' title='Sickies'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R8TYLVI-JwI/AAAAAAAAABs/T_Q_NJGWIcs/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3130888967759958169</id><published>2008-02-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T12:13:19.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my dad... again</title><content type='html'>My dad was here this weekend which was AWESOME. Well, except I don't like that when he comes I either have to sleep on the floor or in the guest room. I mean, what is that about?  And then, one night, my mom slept in the guest room, and I got stuck on the floor in the same room with that snoring beast.  Other than his snoring though, I really like my dad, and now he is gone again.  He said he will be back in just a few weeks though, so I guess its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing right now is that I have a new friend... her name is Cat, but she's not a cat, she's  person... she's just named Cat.  Anywho, she takes me running and plays with me and is just generally cool to be around.  Sometimes, I get sad, because my mom goes to work, but then I think... ooh maybe Cat will come today, and that will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to go to the spa... my dad called me mangy this weekend (I know, he's mean, but what can you do, I still like him, and he rubs my belly a LOT).  I hope I get a beach and spa day this weekend, cuz really, I have been working HARD.  Just this morning, I protected my mom from the big ole bunny that was running near her.  And also, there was a puddle, and I totally splashed in it for her.  I know she appreciates me.  I can tell, cuz she's always saying how good I am and picking up my poop when we go on walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Orwell started a blog too.... http://orwellthedog.blogspot.com/  He has a lot more pictures on his blog though.  I should get my mom to help me with mine.  Poor Orwell is stuck in Chicago.  It is way too cold there for me.  I am sooo glad I live here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to barking at the workers.... they keep bothering me while I am trying to sleep.  Can't they just let the lawn grow so I don't have to hear them all the time?  Oh wait, no they can't... its Irvine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3130888967759958169?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3130888967759958169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-my-dad-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3130888967759958169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3130888967759958169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2008/02/missing-my-dad-again.html' title='Missing my dad... again'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-4998445369908504685</id><published>2007-12-24T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T05:49:58.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full house</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a weekend. Saturday, I went to the beach. I need to put pictures up of me going there, but my mom keeps forgetting to help me. I played in the ocean and rolled in the sand, and I caught the tennis ball a LOT.  The problem with the tennis ball at the beach though, is that it gets wet and then sticky and before you know it my whole mouth is full of sand.. yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, I got to go to the spa.  It was a little weird, because it wasn't my normal spa that I am used to, but it was kind of similar.  I liked the people a lot, and the lady who cut my hair said she was in love with me. That was nice and all, but I mean, really we just met.  Can't she get to know me a little  more?  So, then when my mom got there, I was so relieved that I almost fell off the table.  Good thing the nice kind of crazy lady was there to catch me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing on Saturday was that when I got in the car after my bath, there was this weird slippery clear material all over my seat.  My mom said it was called plastic, and it was there, because she just got the seats shampooed, but I mean, really, it was not very comfortable.  Doesn't she know that my comfort is supposed to come first?  Speaking of, I totally got kicked out of my bed last night, but more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, I got to go on a nice long walk for almost an hour.  When we got home, I was so tired!  Between the beach and the bath and the walk, I was just completely exhausted.  So, I slept.... and when I woke up, my Nonni and Pop and my dad were all here!  It was so awesome!  My Nonni and Pop even let me sit on the couch in between them, and they both pet me at the same time.  At their house, they don't even let me sit on the couch at all.  It would be terrible, except that at their house, my boyfriend Jack lives next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I thought life was really great last night.... lots of attention, scraps of food being handed over, the best of it all!  Then, it was bed time, and there was no room in any of the beds for me.  What is that about?  Normally, I get to sleep with my mom, and if I don't feel like doing that, I just go in the other room and have a whole bed to myself.  Here I was, bedless.  I mean, I know, there are two couches, plus I have two of my own beds, but those are on the ground!  I like my 400 thread count sheets on pillow top mattresses, thank you very much.  So, here I was, no bed, and it was getting late, and it was dark, and next thing I know it everyone is asleep.  Well, I finally managed to fall asleep myself... on the floor, if you can believe it.  At 4:30 though, I woke up and I thought I better try to get in a bed again.  I went to my mom's side, put my head on the bed by her face and just growled - not a mean growl or anything - just enough to let her know I was there.  I kept that up for a while.  Then, she let me out of the room, and I thought I would do try in Nonni and Pop's room, but I didn't get any results there either.  Back to my mom's side of the bed - she's the sucker, after all.  After another 15 minutes of pacing and growling, she finally let me in!  I won!  We were all laying there happily.... well, I was happy, but she kept flopping around.  Actually, come to think of it, that was kind of annoying.  Well, anyway, thank goodness she finally left, and I got my spot in the bed all to myself.  I had to share the bed with my dad, and he snores, so it's not ideal, but at least I didn't have to share with both of them anymore. I am definitely going to have to try that tactic again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its officially Christmas eve now, but there's no snow.... come to think of it, the weather looks exactly like it always does.  I wonder what that is about.  I hope I get some good presents  this year... I usually don't get mine until the day after Christmas (something about something called a sale... not sure), but still I hope they are good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  Keep scratching and licking and sniffing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-4998445369908504685?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4998445369908504685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/12/full-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4998445369908504685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4998445369908504685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/12/full-house.html' title='Full house'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-1798434074300446968</id><published>2007-11-26T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:42:59.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still full from the turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0ugRhCIa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1Jnxz1SIyc/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0ugRhCIa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1Jnxz1SIyc/s200/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137376022731713474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  What a fall.... what a Thanksgiving... what a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really great since the move to Cali.  I get to sleep in the bed every night (well not this week, because my dad was here, but usually) and it NEVER rains.... I MEAN NEVER!  How cool is that?  I hate the rain.  And I hate the cold.  It is just great here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new friends (Toby and Puggers the pugs nearby, an adorable poodle across the way, and loads of other dogs all over). Plus, last weekend I got to go to the beach with three big labs and a cutie named Ginger.  Basically, its dog heaven up in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom poured gravy all over my kibble on Thanksgiving and my dad wrestled with me pretty much nonstop all week.  So, life has been pretty sweet this week.  He seems to be gone again though.  I walked all over the place looking for him.  He wasn't under the bed. He wasn't behind the couch. He wasn't even in the trash, even though I looked and looked in there.  I ate some trash off the top just to make sure he wasn't in there, but it didn't really help.  He was still not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got used to him being gone already though, cuz last night I got to get back in the bed, which was awesome.  Alright, I see my mom is putting on shoes and a sweatshirt, which MUST mean I am going for a walk.... I pretty much assume that anytime she puts on shoes, its walking time.  Woohoo.... catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-1798434074300446968?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1798434074300446968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-full-from-turkey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1798434074300446968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1798434074300446968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-full-from-turkey.html' title='Still full from the turkey'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0ugRhCIa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/A1Jnxz1SIyc/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-675717900260992098</id><published>2007-09-02T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:53:06.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0uigxCIa-I/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_idcsN0Hs/s1600-h/SPA50778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0uigxCIa-I/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_idcsN0Hs/s200/SPA50778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137378483747974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0uiXBCIa9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/t0h-tFLbwSk/s1600-h/SPA50776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0uiXBCIa9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/t0h-tFLbwSk/s200/SPA50776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137378316244249554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a llllloooooonnnnnngggggg four days in the car, but we made it all the way from Atlanta to Irvine.  We got to see my pop in Mobile, dad's friend Jay in Austin, and drop dad off at the airport in Phoenix.  I had a pretty sweet spot in the car, even if it was kind of cramped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-675717900260992098?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/675717900260992098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/675717900260992098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/675717900260992098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the road again....'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/R0uigxCIa-I/AAAAAAAAABE/8q_idcsN0Hs/s72-c/SPA50778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-5484914062016263656</id><published>2007-08-31T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:36:01.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonnie's Here!</title><content type='html'>Yay!  Nonnie is here.  She got here last night, which was awesome, because I really had to go number two, and it had been raining all day, but then she took me out, and it was dry, and I got to go.  Also, she gave me eggs this morning and pets me and takes care of me.  I thought she didn't love me anymore, because usually she wakes up really early and pets me.  This morning, I laid outside her door and whimpered a little for a while, and she didn't come out.  Eventually, my mom took me out and then Nonnie woke up.  Thats when I got my eggs and my love.  I always get the best treatment when she's around.  I hope she stays for a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-5484914062016263656?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/5484914062016263656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/nonnies-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/5484914062016263656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/5484914062016263656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/nonnies-here.html' title='Nonnie&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6955378462089051670</id><published>2007-08-29T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:31:57.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is everything always breaking?</title><content type='html'>It is just so crazy how everything in my house keeps breaking.  I got to go for a walk the other day out at the dog park I love, but then my mom and I had to get a ride home, because something on the car broke.  Then, today the refrigerator broke AGAIN.  My dad went to buy a bunch of ice, and that's kind of funny to watch.  Plus, I just heard them say that my Uncle Pitch is coming to visit me tonight.  I LOVE him.  He lets me jump up on him and slobber all over him.  The only problem is that sometimes when I get too excited, I accidentally head butt him you know where and my parents yell at me.  Hopefully that won't happen today. I hate getting yelled at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6955378462089051670?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6955378462089051670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-is-everything-always-breaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6955378462089051670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6955378462089051670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-is-everything-always-breaking.html' title='Why is everything always breaking?'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-509669079202799818</id><published>2007-08-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:21:52.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my friend Sierra just wrote me a comment... she's so silly. I miss her! I heard I am going to go to Austin next weekend, and I was all excited, because last time Sierra disapeared for a long time, that is where she went, but my mom just told me that she's not in Austin anymore. What is that about? She never calls, she never writes (well, except for blog comments).... it is just so sad. I wish I would get to see her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so to the main point of this post.... I wanted to show you guys the crazy pictures from after my surgery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRld9F4yBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v_jioP4PsgE/s1600-h/SPA50656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRld9F4yBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v_jioP4PsgE/s200/SPA50656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103815843007481874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRkSNF4x-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TJ6fX8LHrew/s1600-h/SPA50657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRkSNF4x-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TJ6fX8LHrew/s200/SPA50657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103814541632391138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRkWtF4yAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3eXhq8iYCJo/s1600-h/SPA50655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRkWtF4yAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3eXhq8iYCJo/s200/SPA50655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103814618941802498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am looking sad, and also there is my side where they took out the lump and me and my dad with my racing hoof :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all better now, but my fur still grows a little funny.  bummer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-509669079202799818?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/509669079202799818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-my-friend-sierra-just-wrote-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/509669079202799818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/509669079202799818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-my-friend-sierra-just-wrote-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/RtRld9F4yBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/v_jioP4PsgE/s72-c/SPA50656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-1556152107989507693</id><published>2007-08-24T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:58:02.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!  My mom came home this morning.  Now, she can help me get those pictures online from my little surgery.  I had to wear a satellite dish.... soooo embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention the mean thing my parents did.  They put pebbles all under the deck out back.  I used to walk across this nice, soft area to go to the bathroom.  When it rained, it was kind of squishy under there too.  Now, it is so annoying.  There are these big rocks and stuff, and they hurt my feet.  So, I have to go all the way around that big ole mess instead of through it.  It takes me like an extra 30 seconds, which is like infinity in dog time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them talking the other day.  I think we are moving to California, whatever that is.  They keep petting me and telling me I will like the beach... we'll just see about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-1556152107989507693?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/1556152107989507693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-my-mom-came-home-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1556152107989507693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/1556152107989507693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-my-mom-came-home-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-7663289320589738993</id><published>2007-08-23T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:38:02.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy of the Day!</title><content type='html'>This is the greatest thing.... &lt;a href="http://dailypuppy.com/"&gt;http://dailypuppy.com/&lt;/a&gt; I am really hoping that one day I might make the grown up puppy list. I do blog after all, and I mean, really, how many dogs do you know who can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's puppy is Samson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dailypuppy.com/images/07/samson_golden_retriever_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was the same size as Samson, I looked just like that only whiter. Samson, good luck to you... I know you will grow up to be just as awesome as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-7663289320589738993?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/7663289320589738993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-of-day-this-is-greatest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7663289320589738993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/7663289320589738993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/puppy-of-day-this-is-greatest-thing.html' title='Puppy of the Day!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-4524426684030933234</id><published>2007-08-23T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:38:22.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog format...</title><content type='html'>I did it!  I finally went to the trouble to update the layout of my blog.... I sure hope you like it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-4524426684030933234?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/4524426684030933234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-it-i-finally-went-to-trouble-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4524426684030933234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/4524426684030933234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-it-i-finally-went-to-trouble-to.html' title='New blog format...'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-6696635808926703202</id><published>2007-08-23T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:15:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I know, as usual I am late in my postings, but I have been kind of freaking out.  First, my mom was all crazy for a while. She was home a lot more than usual, but when she was home, all she did was sit at the kitchen table with her laptop and piles of books around her and sometimes get up to cook or eat.  Then, she was gone a lot, in and out of the house every few days.  Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, both my parents were gone for like a week!  It was fun, because I got to hang out with Brodie first and then Ansley, but still, they left me for a long time.  When they got back, they started packing up stuff in the house.  At first, I was psyched, because I thought I was going to get to see Noni.  But then, they just started piling up these boxes, and every day I would go to get something or lay on something and it would be gone.  Plus, my mom started being gone a lot again.  Everything finally seemed to be under control, but then all my family showed up, Noni and Pop, Ali and Anna (I like her a lot... she's my size!), Jessica, Jon, Marshall and Sharon, HB and Bev, and also a lot of our friends too.... I hadn't seen a lot of them in a LONG time!  So, that was crazy, and I was glad to see them, but I was glad when they were gone too.  Whew!  They really cut into my sleeping time.  Anyway, now, the house is all empty, and I am so confused about what's going on.  My dad takes me to Ansley's house every couple of days for the whole day.  So, that's fun, but I sure wish I knew where all our stuff went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-6696635808926703202?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/6696635808926703202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-know-as-usual-i-am-late-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6696635808926703202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/6696635808926703202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-i-know-as-usual-i-am-late-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-3298908127374756813</id><published>2007-02-15T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:38:51.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Gras</title><content type='html'>We went to Mardi Gras last weekend.  My mom put beads on me and I didn't even have to do anything for them!  Sierra still lives with us, but I heard my parents say she might move out.  That will be super weird, but I guess it will be good to have all the attention just for me now.  My mom is almost a dr. now, and I am kind of wondering if that actually means anything will change.  I bet it doesn't, but we'll see after next week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-3298908127374756813?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/3298908127374756813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-went-to-mardi-gras-last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3298908127374756813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/3298908127374756813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-went-to-mardi-gras-last-weekend.html' title='Mardi Gras'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-116558653738841660</id><published>2006-12-08T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:38:39.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorized by a roomba!</title><content type='html'>There is this crazy thing in my house now.  My parents call it a roomba, whatever that means.  It is small and runs around the house and makes a lot of noise.  And also, it bumps into me sometimes if I am not fast enough to get away.  It doesn't really make any sense. I can't figure out when it is coming near me and when it is going to leave me alone, and did I mention how loud it is?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are good.  Sierra still lives with us most of the time. She's not here right now, but I bet she'll come back.  It's nice when she's not here, because I can catch up on my sleep, but I miss her.  Maybe I will get to go on a walk to make up for it.  Usually, my mom does that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go investigate this roomba thing and get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-116558653738841660?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/116558653738841660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/12/terrorized-by-roomba-there-is-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/116558653738841660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/116558653738841660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/12/terrorized-by-roomba-there-is-this.html' title='Terrorized by a roomba!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115618112587739942</id><published>2006-08-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T10:25:25.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom came home this weekend!  yay!  That was super fun, cause I got to see her and my dad (my dad left last weekend and left me with Aunt Deborah, which was fun, but this is even better).  My friend Sierra is still at the house with us, and I guess that's good. Sometimes I am trying to sleep or get pet by my parents and she comes and gets in the way, but most of the time we are good. Plus, I like to take her toys and pounce on her and stuff. So, I guess it works out.  My mom and dad keep getting mad about all the hair. Whenever we wrestle both our hair goes flying out. I think it's funny.  Plus, when you walk around the house now it's like little pieces of us are everywhere.  Anyway, it was nice to have them both in the house at once.  My mom's gone again now. I guess she will be back some time later. I don't really know though... you never quite know I guess.  It's nice when she's there 'cause I think she doesn't really know how much we eat, and she gives us like twice as much as dad does, and that is AWESOME.  I get to fatten up and lay around the house.  Okay, time to go pounce on Sierra.  She looks like she is enjoying that monkey a little too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115618112587739942?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115618112587739942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-mom-came-home-this-weekend-yay-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115618112587739942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115618112587739942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-mom-came-home-this-weekend-yay-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115396585029298905</id><published>2006-07-26T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T06:39:12.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sierra returns!</title><content type='html'>OMG!  I have just had the craziest weekend!  My mom came home again on Thurday and then on Friday I got to go to the spa.  It is so great there.  They put me in a whirlpool and give me treats and then they cut all that super hot hair off me and brush me and pet me.  Then, after I got home I was so exhausted I went straight to sleep.  The next morning, I got up and went on a walk with my mom.  It was kind of long and hot, but mostly it was good.  Then, when I got home, I went straight back to sleep again, and when I woke up I thought I was dreaming, because my old friend Sierra was at the door.  I haven't seen her in almost three years, and there she was!  It was so great!  We played and played and played all weekend.  At first I thought they were going to leave, but only my mom left.  I was kind of sad, but Sierra and her mom are still around, so that's all I really care about. OOh for those of you who don't know Sierra, she's the one next to me in the picture that my my mom has on her picture frame.  Okay, she's nosing at me... must be time to go play again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115396585029298905?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115396585029298905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-i-have-just-had-craziest-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115396585029298905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115396585029298905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg-i-have-just-had-craziest-weekend.html' title='Sierra returns!'/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115332862207763907</id><published>2006-07-19T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T10:03:42.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired... can barely lift my head and paws to write to you.  My dad left me with my friend Ansley this weekend, and there were other dogs there and then we went up to the mountains for hiking, and just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry, drifted off there for a minute... so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad picked me up last night, I fell asleep in the car before we even got home.  I am just exhausted.  I don't know where my dad was this weekend. He smelled like sand and ocean and beer when he got home though. He seems really tired too. So, we just are laying in bed today. Sometimes he reads, sometimes I try to type, but just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going back to sleep now.  Will report more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115332862207763907?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115332862207763907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115332862207763907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115332862207763907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115279630900352069</id><published>2006-07-13T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:13:46.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found out that my mom was in a &lt;a href="http://www.newstimeslive.com/news/story.php?id=1005846"&gt;tornado&lt;/a&gt;.  Yikes!  We have them sometimes here, but when that happens, we are all together, so that doesn't seem so bad.  This one, no one even told me until late last night when I had already gone out and everything, and my dad found out from my mom on the phone.  Maybe this means she will come home already!  Oh well, at least the weather's been okay here, hot but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115279630900352069?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115279630900352069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-found-out-that-my-mom-was-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115279630900352069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115279630900352069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-found-out-that-my-mom-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115211553964898526</id><published>2006-07-05T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:05:39.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom was here this weekend.  That was fun.  She pet me a lot and gave me treats.  It kind of wasn't great all the time though, cause I usually get my own couch, and Dad gets his, but when Mom is around, I have to sleep on the floor.  I was happy that there was finally food in the house though, its been getting kind of depressing watching Dad eat that vegetarian sloppy joe stuff and fruit all the time.  I think she left again.  She had a big bag out and Dad drove away with her and came back alone.  I don't really know where she goes, but I guess I am kind of getting used to it.  Its just sad because it is super hot, and no one takes me for walks anymore.  Dad tries to play fetch with me, but I usually just roll in that new grass that he keeps trying to plant.  It's fun for me, because all the grass kind of rolls up and gets on me and stuff and then they have to clean it off me.  I have been getting too hot lately though, so I hope that they take me to get shaved soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was kind of scary too. Once a year, it is like a war zone around here, all this noise and thinks popping and making crazy sounds, and then there are all these different lights.  I don't know why they do it!  Plus, to make it worse, last night while all that was going on, it was thundering so badly.  I was so scared.  And all this after my parents had walked around with these crazy little fire sticks the night before.  I swear, you would think they were trying to give me a heart attack.  I am getting stressed out just thinking about it.  Oooh I think someone is at the door.  Gotta go bark now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115211553964898526?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115211553964898526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/mom-was-here-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115211553964898526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115211553964898526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/07/mom-was-here-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-115143700061336425</id><published>2006-06-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:36:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things have been kind of weird this summer, but good.  I mean it is really really hot here (and when I say hot, I mean HHHHHOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT), but my dad still plays fetch with me most days.  I start dripping sweat (through my nose... cause you know, we dogs can't really sweat) after just a couple of throws and then I want to go in, but mostly it's good.  My mom hasn't been around, but I assume she is coming back, because my dad is still keeping the house pretty clean.  My walking buddy Carina came over the other day.  I was a good kid and got in her car just like I am supposed to, but my dad and her ran out and were all yelling at me and stuff.  I am not really sure what I did wrong, but I think when my mom gets back, I will give her the sad look and she will hopefully take me on a nice walk (when it's not toooooo hot that is).  Okay, back to my nap now :)  It's so hard being cute and lazing around all day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-115143700061336425?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/115143700061336425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-have-been-kind-of-weird-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115143700061336425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/115143700061336425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-have-been-kind-of-weird-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-114522030022616061</id><published>2006-04-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:45:00.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from my noni and pop's house, and man oh man am I ever tired!  I played with my friend Jackson and also my cousin Anna (I guess she's a cousin, I mean she's human and that's sort of weird, but whatever).  She is nice, but she seems to fall on me a lot, and she kept calling me Buddy.  I had a great time though.  I got to go out on the boat and run around, and it didn't even smell like smog.  Yawn... okay, enough excitement for me, back to my couch now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-114522030022616061?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/114522030022616061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-got-back-from-my-noni-and-pops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/114522030022616061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/114522030022616061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-got-back-from-my-noni-and-pops.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-113944242982156907</id><published>2006-02-08T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T15:47:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, seriously, there is something wrong with my mother.  She was gone all week last week, and then she gets back on Sunday all cranky.  Then Monday she didn't get home til 1AM... I guess that was Tuesday technically.  And then last night she was home for like 5 minutes at 5, and back out she went.  What's wrong with her????? Plus, she is all tired and cranky, and now my dad calls me "chunky butt."  Its not like I can wear slimming clothes, and no one ever takes me for walks, so I can't exactly fix my problem.  Does he want me to be an anorexic or something?  then my hair would fall out and I wouldn't be soft and cuddly anymore, and then where would we all be.  I need some love and attention dammit!  I am going to sit on my mom's keyboard now until she pets me.  It seems to be the only way to get her to stop working these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-113944242982156907?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113944242982156907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-seriously-there-is-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/113944242982156907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/113944242982156907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-seriously-there-is-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-113865668009337401</id><published>2006-01-30T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:31:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay okay okay, I am not a great blogger, but you know the thing is, I am 4 years old now, and that means I am 28 translated to your silly human timelines.  And honestly, how much do people in their late 20's really blog anymore.  I know its not a great excuse, but I thought I would give it a try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I haven't blogged in so long is probably because I have had a really busy 6 months, and I haven't been home as much as usual.  My parents got married in October, and I had to go to Barking Hound with Ansley.  It was fun, but they don't let me use the internet too much there.  Then it was the holidays, and that's all crazy.  We had all these people over for Thanksgiving, and I don't think they all liked dogs, so I had to try to lick them into submission.  Christmas was nice, but then the day after, my parents ditched me off at Ansley's house. For the first few days, I thought things would be good, I was having fun, etc.  Then, I started to think that they weren't coming back for me.  Finally, they did come back for me, but I was pissed!  I didn't hardly cuddle up wiht them at all for a few days.  Well, I think they got upset about that, because then immediatly after that, they left me again and went to West Virginia.  And, this time they left me at Julie and Sadie's house with this weird other thing that isn't a dog but has fur and a tail and hisses at me a lot.  That was okay and all, but I was beginning to think that maybe pouting wasn't the best plan.  So, this time when they came back, I didn't pout at all.  I gave them lots and lots and lots of love, and you know what???? They left me again almost right away anyway!  Do you believe that crap?  And as though that isn't bad enough, I am pretty sure I smelled Sierra on them when they came back.  The liars told me she went to a farm in Texas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they did stay home this past weekend though.  We had a good time relaxing this weekend.  They even gave me eggs on Sunday.  It had been like two months since I got eggs on Sunday!  I thought things couldn't get any better... then, came the bath.  I hate baths!  The good thing though is that after I get a bath, I get a lot more loving.  And that makes me happy.  Today, it is raining and gross, and I am just hanging out.  Stupid Bellsouth DSL was down all weekend, so I couldn't blog too much.  Now, I am going to be better I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it my New Year's Resolution... just because my parents don't believe in them doesn't mean I don't :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-113865668009337401?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/113865668009337401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-okay-okay-i-am-not-great-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/113865668009337401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/113865668009337401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-okay-okay-i-am-not-great-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-112247390221283730</id><published>2005-07-27T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:18:22.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom has lost her mind!  I have been so busy dealing with her that I haven't even had my usual time to lay around and blog.  First of all, she is going to the gym all the time now, and that really cuts into my time with her.  We used to take hikes, but it is so hot, I get sweaty and smelly in just five minutes outside... even after my evil parents shaved me (talk about embarassing, I was like one of those wussy hairless cats you see sometimes).  Anyway, my whole house has been taken over with wedding and thesis stuff.... it is so unfair!  The kitchen table where I used to get to put my toys and treats sometimes is covered in satin for the little girls dresses, and my bedroom has been locked up all day everyday, something about stationary, and all over the coffee table, where I used to be able to sniff and lick for crumbs, there are laptops and paper printouts and books on this HCI stuff that I just don't know why my mom cares about it all so much!  At least my dad is still nice to me.  We play fetch sometimes and he is always home by 6:30 at the latest these days... this new job rocks!  Plus, he is a lot happier now!  Okay, going to nap now, all this venting is exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-112247390221283730?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/112247390221283730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mom-has-lost-her-mind-i-have-been.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/112247390221283730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/112247390221283730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mom-has-lost-her-mind-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-110418776300677670</id><published>2004-12-27T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:49:23.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to mention... my parents got engaged while I was shacked up at the pet hotel.  Nice... they don't even include me!  Well, I was all set to forgive them, because I was like "well at least I will get to be in the wedding like mom promised."  But then, my dad said no, and so did my grandparents.  So, I ate dad's boxers.  That'll teach him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-110418776300677670?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/110418776300677670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-i-forgot-to-mention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110418776300677670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110418776300677670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-i-forgot-to-mention.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-110418761651937925</id><published>2004-12-27T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:49:43.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been getting complaints about not blogging lately... well okay, my mom has. But really people, I am going through my rough doggie teenage years, my mom is nowhere to be found, and I just spent 6 days at my grandparents where I am not even allowed on the furniture. Do you know how hard it is too blog with them not letting me sit in the chair and reach the keyboard? Plus, there is the whole issue of them not letting me be alone while I am there. My pop thinks I am always going to eat stuff, which I am totally not going to do! Puh-lease... I am not a puppy anymore. And then my nonny, well she is feeding me all the time all this good extra stuff I never get at home. So, of course, I have to hang with her a lot, and that just means no time for blogging. Today is good though. The floor guy is here again! He is always here. I wish he would just put the furniture back and go away. He really messes with my relaxation time. But anyway, with him here, I am sort of stuck upstairs anyway, so I might as well blog I guess. Plus, the DSL only works sometimes. Today it is working, so you get to hear from me. It was nice having my mom around all week, but just when I got used to her, she ditched me again. I wonder how long she'll be gone this time?! Oh well, at least I get my spot back in the bed. When she's around, I have to sleep on my bed not the heavenly bed, and that pretty much sucks. Speaking of the heavenly bed, I am tired from all this typing... time to get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-110418761651937925?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/110418761651937925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-been-getting-complaints-about-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110418761651937925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110418761651937925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-been-getting-complaints-about-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-110134158966924519</id><published>2004-11-24T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T16:13:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/PETsHOTEL/comfortable.shtml"&gt;PETsHOTEL - COMFORTABLE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thsi is where I am staying this week.  Today is my first day here.  It is really fun.  When we first got here, I was nervous because all the other dogs had treats and food and stuff with them.  And I was worried that my dad was going to leave me with nothing!  But then, I found out that they feed me their food and also they are giving me a special ice cream treat tomorrow.  I am so excited about that.  I miss my parents, but not that much.  Here, everyone says how pretty I am, and they pet me, and they let me go down the doggie slide.  I am making so many new friends, and I have my own room with my own tv.  At home, I have to share the tv with my parents, and they hardly ever put on Animal Planet.  But here, I have Animal Planet all day long.  It's the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-110134158966924519?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/110134158966924519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/11/petshotel-comfortable-thsi-is-where-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110134158966924519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/110134158966924519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/11/petshotel-comfortable-thsi-is-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109993226165358777</id><published>2004-11-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:44:21.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was really good. My dad was home the whole weekend and only left to go play golf a little.  But when he comes back from playing golf, he is always in a really good mood and plays fetch with me and stuff.  Plus, he mowed the lawn.  I was tired of all those grass pieces getting stuck up my nose all the time.  The only bad thing is that now with all this golf stuff, he puts in the house a lot.  And that means he is not laying on the couch with me and petting me and feeding me and giving me treats.  I try to lay between him and the cup where he is trying to make the ball go, but he just doesn't get it.  I might have to get more drastic and start getting the balls and throwing them down the stairs.  Maybe then he will stop it and go back to how it used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109993226165358777?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109993226165358777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-weekend-was-really-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109993226165358777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109993226165358777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-weekend-was-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109778567310175854</id><published>2004-10-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T13:27:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to blog too much recently, because my dad keeps me outside all day most of the time now.  That has been good, because I talk to the neighbor dogs and sleep and watch the squirrels, but it means I don't have that much access to the computer anymore to blog.  My mom has been getting a lot of grief about it though, and so I figured I should really pick it back up.  So, this morning, when my dad was in the shower, I threw up all over the bed.  I figured, no way he can keep me outside when my tummy is upset, so here I am, back inside, on the guest bed (mom and dad's bed is nasty and smells like puke now) writing about my life.   Let's see... updates.... mom's still gone, but I think she might come back one day.  I mean there's a lot of her clothes still here.  So, unless dad Scott Peterson-ed her, she should be back soon.  And the only other update is that our floors are still messed up... bummer.  I can't slide around on them as much anymore.  Okay, back to sleeping for me.  Dad said the dirty one is coming over tonight... I wonder what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109778567310175854?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109778567310175854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109778567310175854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109778567310175854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109423025762052825</id><published>2004-09-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:50:57.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to blog as much lately because my dad keeps leaving me outside all the time.  But I will try to find some time for it somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a good day.  My dad put out this big blanket for me, and I got to lay on it outside all day like a picnic.  It rained a little, but I didn't mind because my blanket was dry and I just stayed there pretty much.  When he got home, he gave me lots of treats.  I don't really know why... all I did was lay on the blanket under the dry stuff all day.  Usually, I work really hard at the lawn and stuff by running through the mud, and then he doesn't give me treats.  He's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109423025762052825?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109423025762052825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-as-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109423025762052825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109423025762052825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-as-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109388846470063090</id><published>2004-08-30T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:54:24.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a really good weekend.... i have my dad soooo well trained.  i but my head against the door, and he comes and plays fetch with me, well, sometimes.  sometimes he just stands at the door and watches me.  i drop the ball for him, but he doesn't throw it.  i don't really understand, but i keep butting my head against the door cause at least sometimes i get to play... and i am just a dog and don't really understand the principles of differential and random reinforcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109388846470063090?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109388846470063090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-really-good-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109388846470063090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109388846470063090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-had-really-good-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109243900580557200</id><published>2004-08-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:16:45.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh my picture was all the way on a different page!  But people have to see how cute I am... how else will they know to come and pet me???????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cc.gatech.edu/~gillian/MeBlog.JPG" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109243900580557200?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109243900580557200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahhhh-my-picture-was-all-way-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109243900580557200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109243900580557200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahhhh-my-picture-was-all-way-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109243879934138203</id><published>2004-08-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:13:19.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been getting really bored lately.  I mean, mostly I sleep still, and that is good, and I have been spending a lot more time in the heavenly bed, and that makes me happy.  But, my dad is working all the time now, and my mom, well, I don't know, maybe she's not coming back?  But the main thing is that now that I have the bed all the time, both day and night, I am getting tired of it.  Is it really possible?  I have been waiting for this day for so long, and now, well, now I don't care.  Maybe I just liked getting away with something ... it was special, now it just exists.... blah!  Maybe I should start eating more stuff, that'll teach them not to leave me alone for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109243879934138203?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109243879934138203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-been-getting-really-bored-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109243879934138203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109243879934138203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-been-getting-really-bored-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109218284545985421</id><published>2004-08-10T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T17:07:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best home services.... try worst home services.  Things have calmed down at my house, but my dad is still all mad, and my mom hasn't been home in FOREVER... I hope it's not cause of the carpet guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my uncle Pitch is in town.  He's not really my uncle, but we call him that anyway cause he plays with me lots.  My dad went to sleep last night and he stayed up and played with me for like an hour after, and today, I got to take a nap while he pet me.  He's almost as good as my mom, but I still miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109218284545985421?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109218284545985421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/best-home-services.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109218284545985421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109218284545985421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/best-home-services.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-109180921299686708</id><published>2004-08-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:20:12.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a bad day in Atlanta.  It is really hot, and the carpet cleaners were here this morning.  And they were supposed to come for a warranty service, and it was supposed to be free, but then they tried to get money from my dad.  When he said no, they dumped all this really gross stuff everywhere, and then dad had to call the police.  It's really bad, and I don't like it.  It is really disrupting my sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-109180921299686708?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/109180921299686708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-is-bad-day-in-atlanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109180921299686708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/109180921299686708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-is-bad-day-in-atlanta.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108869209690302782</id><published>2004-07-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T07:28:16.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom's back in town, and my uncle is staying with us too.  It's okay, but I don't get my spot on the couch now that there are three people, and that is sad.  But at least someone takes me out during the day now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108869209690302782?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108869209690302782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/07/moms-back-in-town-and-my-uncle-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108869209690302782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108869209690302782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/07/moms-back-in-town-and-my-uncle-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108810149562145186</id><published>2004-06-24T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:24:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its just me and my dad at home right now, which is good because mom was sick anyway, and I don't like it when she's sick.  She's all crabby and doesn't pet me that much and then she coughs on me and stuff.  Except now it is kind of bad, because even though she is out of town, and I do get to sleep in the bed every night, its not that fun because dad is sick now too.  And so I don't get any rest at all with all that sneezing and stuff.  Good thing he is at work all day and I can catch up on my sleep then.  Speaking of.... yawn... better get back to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108810149562145186?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108810149562145186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-just-me-and-my-dad-at-home-right_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108810149562145186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108810149562145186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/06/its-just-me-and-my-dad-at-home-right_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108623146394615400</id><published>2004-06-02T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:57:43.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom just got back in town.  She was gone to Intel in Portland and in Seattle and to see my Aunt Ali in Utah.  I missed her I guess, but I did get to sleep in the bed with dad the whole time she was gone.  Now, I just sleep on the floor like a dog... so sad.  Don't they know I am the queen of the house?  At least now that mom is home, my dad gets out of bed on time.  One day while she was gone, I had to wake him up.  He was just laying there, and he kept getting mad at me for putting my paw on his chest, but I had to pee, and he just wasn't listening.  So, finally he got up.  Now, it is much better.... I don't have to hold it nearly as long.  Oh well, speaking of, it's time for me to go out.  Hopefully, I can find some burs to get into.  That's fun, because my parents get sooo mad about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108623146394615400?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108623146394615400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-mom-just-got-back-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108623146394615400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108623146394615400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/06/my-mom-just-got-back-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108350472599099571</id><published>2004-05-02T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T06:36:26.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt Ali's friend was here last night.  It kind of made up for Sadie being gone cause she pet me a lot.... but still I miss my friend.  Maybe for my dad's birthday, they will get me a brother... maybe a big ole Great Dane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108350472599099571?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108350472599099571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-aunt-alis-friend-was-here-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108350472599099571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108350472599099571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-aunt-alis-friend-was-here-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108333398661878456</id><published>2004-04-30T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T07:16:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend Sadie is soooo funny.  When my dad wakes her up to go outside, she poops in the house on the way just to mess with him.  And he cleans it up!  He doesn't even yell at her.  I think its because she's old.  If &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;  did that, I would be in soooo much trouble.  That's why I like her.  She's funny....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108333398661878456?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108333398661878456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-friend-sadie-is-soooo-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108333398661878456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108333398661878456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-friend-sadie-is-soooo-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108320947624413594</id><published>2004-04-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T20:37:45.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cc.gatech.edu/~gillian/MeBlog.JPG" height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108320947624413594?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108320947624413594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108320947624413594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108320947624413594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108320802064047827</id><published>2004-04-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T20:11:17.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I am lounging on my mom's feet on the heavenly bed.  I wish she would go away so I could have it all to myself.  At least she left me the tablet so I can blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108320802064047827?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108320802064047827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/right-now-i-am-lounging-on-my-moms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108320802064047827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108320802064047827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/right-now-i-am-lounging-on-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108316769441080946</id><published>2004-04-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:59:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I ate all of Sadie's food, and my mom got mad, but I don't care because I am cute, and she won't stay mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108316769441080946?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108316769441080946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-i-ate-all-of-sadies-food-and-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108316769441080946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108316769441080946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/today-i-ate-all-of-sadies-food-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6858092.post-108316765623042203</id><published>2004-04-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T08:58:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a friend visiting me now... Sadie.... she is old and throws up a lot, but I like her anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6858092-108316765623042203?l=savannahthedog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/feeds/108316765623042203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-friend-visiting-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108316765623042203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6858092/posts/default/108316765623042203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://savannahthedog.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-friend-visiting-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Savannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00898585434604758422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_odtFM6hktB0/S5SMM13AqeI/AAAAAAAAAr8/is9YKzqjeT8/S220/MeBlog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
