<?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-21825438</id><updated>2011-06-13T23:35:33.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit's World</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my place! I am a female Weimaraner named Spirit.

*wags tail*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-116645581700433267</id><published>2006-12-18T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:30:17.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More Babies!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My doggie parents, Maxwell &amp; Grace, had more babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;They were born on November 18, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Here is a picture of my mom, Grace, with her new litter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/195-9571_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/195-9571_IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;More sisters and brothers for me! &lt;em&gt;*wags tail*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I wish them all much luck, happiness and health. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I also hope they all get nice new homes when they are ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If you want to see more pictures of them - go here: &lt;a href="http://www.faithfulweims.com/Puppies.html"&gt;Faithful Weims&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-116645581700433267?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116645581700433267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=116645581700433267' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116645581700433267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116645581700433267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-babies-my-doggie-parents-maxwell.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-116645506065127248</id><published>2006-12-18T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:17:41.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've been Christmas tagged!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://deltabunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Freda&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://fourigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: The player of this game starts with "3 things they would love to get for Christmas" and also has to list "3 things they definitely do not want to get for Christmas". Then they tag five friends and list their names. The ones who get tagged need to write on their blogs about their Christmas wishes, and state this rule clearly, then tag five more mates. And the one who tags need to leave a comment that says "you've been Christmas tagged!" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Christmas I would like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A bone the size of Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;2) A new crate (mom and dad made mine escape proof. I need a new one that I can escape from)&lt;br /&gt;3) A new toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Christmas I do not want:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Another sister. Ruby is enough.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mom and Dad to go to NJ for the weekend to see their human family and leave me home.&lt;br /&gt;3) To have my ear cleaned or nails clipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging: &lt;a href="http://gunterdog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gunter&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bellatheweimaraner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bella,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cairotheboxer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cairo,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://indyscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indy,&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://derapp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam I Am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grandegraphics.com/images/holidays/christmas/gifts/DogBoneRibbon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://grandegraphics.com/images/holidays/christmas/gifts/DogBoneRibbon.gif" 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/21825438-116645506065127248?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116645506065127248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=116645506065127248' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116645506065127248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116645506065127248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-been-christmas-tagged-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-116592442939083510</id><published>2006-12-12T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:53:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Happy 1st Birthday* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my first birthday!! After I was done eating my breakfast, mom and dad surprised me with a birthday bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthdaybone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthdaybone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;                                               This is me &amp; dad. Dont I look surprised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It tasted really yummy and I even shared a little bit of it with my sister, Ruby. When she turns one, I hope she will share her bone with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/birthday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                              Birthdays are GREAT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'd also like to give a shout out and wish all of my brothers and sisters a Happy Birthday too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-116592442939083510?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116592442939083510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=116592442939083510' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116592442939083510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116592442939083510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-1st-birthday-today-is-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-116499596052320769</id><published>2006-12-01T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:59:20.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby1106a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby1106a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister, Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mom told Ruby and I that we have to behave because Santa Doggie will be coming soon. She said if we are good, we will get treats. &lt;em&gt;*wags tail*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been trying to be really good, but its so hard to be good when you have a sister like Ruby. She loves to rough house. Mom just looks at us, shakes her head and says "Kids..." ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is a picture of Ruby and I wrestling. She even sits on top of me sometimes! But I wouldnt trade her for the world - she is my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thats why I am dedicating this post to her today. I want to let everyone know how wonderful it is to have a doggie sister to share your toys with, to snuggle on the blankie with and to run around the house like a nut with! She keeps me entertained when mom and dad are busy. And its also nice to have someone to get in trouble with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is my sister Ruby looking oh so sweet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/ruby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/ruby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/ruby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-116499596052320769?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116499596052320769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=116499596052320769' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116499596052320769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116499596052320769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sister-ruby-my-mom-told-ruby-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-116258668110461985</id><published>2006-11-03T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T15:44:41.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow, we are finally back! Mom had some computer problems and we weren't online for awhile. I just want to report that we are alive and well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ruby and I are doing good. We've been steadily chewing up the house, err, I mean our toys. We are constantly playing and getting along really very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finally learned to like my crate and no longer freak out when I am left home in it. I think it helps that Ruby is in her crate right next to mine, so now I dont feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Since I last posted, something scary happened to me. My mom took me to the vet and I had to stay over night. I was scared there. And then I came home and had stitches on my belly. My mom said it was something called a Spay. My tummy hurt for a few days but then Ruby had me up and running around like my normal self. I didnt touch the stitches at all... mom told me that I was a very good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit1006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit1006a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me after I got my "spay" - I was sleepy when I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mom is having problems with Ruby. She just wont housebreak. I learned right away, but Ruby is still going in the house. That makes mom upset because Ruby pees on the new hardwood floor. Ruby also pees in her sleep. Mom took her to the vet, but they didnt find anything wrong. We are all hoping that she grows out of it. Maybe the muscles that make her able to "hold it" havent fully developed yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-116258668110461985?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116258668110461985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=116258668110461985' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116258668110461985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/116258668110461985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-back-wow-we-are-finally-back-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-115314328654686379</id><published>2006-07-17T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:16:51.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We're Feeling Better !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ruby and I are finally feeling better. I say "we" because just as Ruby was starting to get better, I got sick. Turns out Ruby had two things - Coccidia and Giardia. I caught them from her. Yuck! But I wasnt nearly as sick as she was. I just had watery poopies for three or four days. As soon as mom saw my poop getting icky, she called the vet and he gave me medicine right away. I dont really like taking pills, but I took these because I didn't want to get as sick as my little sister was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit0706b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spirit0706b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mom said please ignore the wood floor in this picture - mom and dad are getting hard wood floors put in - in the meantime its just this yucky plywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When we were both better, mom and dad decided to take us to the big park in Salisbury, as a treat! We walked on the trail and saw lots of geese, squirrels, ducks, people jogging and other dogs. It was very exciting. Then we went to a little area that was fenced in and mom let Ruby off her lease to run with me. I had to stay on my retractable leash because the gate entrances were open and wouldnt close - mom didnt want me to run out and into traffic. We had a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I cant wait for the fence to be finished in our backyard so Ruby and I can go outside and just run and run and run! Right now, we are always on our retractable leashes. I guess its cause mom is afraid that we will run in the road and get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Last time I went to NJ with mom and dad, they went over a friends house and I got to meet a Golden doggie who lived with those people. Well, the poor doggie died last week. She was two years old. Mom said that she got sick in her people's car and when her family pulled over to clean her up, she jumped out of the car and in front of a truck. Poor doggie. I was very sad because I liked her a lot. Dont let your doggies off leash any place where they can run in the road! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritpark0706a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritpark0706a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Other news: I have discovered a new love of ice cubes! I have been drinking a lot because its hot, but I drink too quick sometimes and throw up. Mom has started to give me some ice cubes to chew on before she lets me drink my water. She said it gives me some cold ice to cool me down a little bit before I drink - so I wont over do it. Me? Over do it? Never! &lt;em&gt;*wags tail mischeviously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-115314328654686379?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/115314328654686379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=115314328654686379' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115314328654686379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115314328654686379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/07/were-feeling-better-ruby-and-i-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-115201601428293459</id><published>2006-07-04T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:26:54.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its been a crazy month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry I haven't updated my blog in a few weeks. Its been a little chaotic here at my humans house. My little sister, Ruby, has been very sick.&lt;br /&gt;9 days after she came to live with us, she started having really icky poop with blood and slimy stuff in it. It was all watery and stuff. Gross. She wasnt eating very much and was throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom took her to the vet (scary!!) and they said she was dehydrated too. They gave her a shot and put lumps of water under her skin. Ruby looked like a camel. But really I was sad for her. My mom had to take home a bag of the water stuff from the vet and every few hours she had to put a needle in Ruby and give her more lumps of water under her skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three visits to the vet in one week, they diagnosed Ruby with both Coccidia and Giardia. Mom was very worried that Ruby was going to go to doggie heaven because she was so sick. But, Ruby has been doing better the past few days now. Her poop is back to normal and she is eating and playing and being a happy puppy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritruby2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy too. Because now I have my playmate back. I love her very much. We go everywhere together. I take good care of her too. My mom said I would make a good mommie because I hold Ruby down and clean her face, ears &amp; belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is worried about me getting sick now too. So she is going to call the vet and see if she can get pills for me too... just in case. My poop is fine right now, but my mom doesnt want to take chances with me getting sick. I am healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is one thing I am sad about. My doggie parents, Grace and Maxwell had a reunion party last month. I wanted to go to see my littermates and my older siblings but because mom had to stay home to take care of Ruby (she was getting the water lumps all weekend) we couldnt go. Coopers mom sent us a group picture though - and everyone is beautiful, just like me. I hope they do this again sometime because I would love to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/puppyparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/puppyparty.jpg" alt="" 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/21825438-115201601428293459?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/115201601428293459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=115201601428293459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115201601428293459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115201601428293459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-crazy-month-sorry-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-115002603692051056</id><published>2006-06-11T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:40:36.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little sister, Ruby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday mom and dad were gone alllll day. When they came home that night, they had a surprise for me.......&lt;br /&gt;My new little sister was finally home!&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Cinnamon Girl's Ruby - but we call her Ruby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;She is pretty small, compared to me. But then again, I am 6 months old now. My new sister is a Vizsla &amp; was born 4.23.06 in Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;So far I really like her, we have been playing a lot. She licks my nose and bites my face. I try to play nice but I do get a little carried away. I forget that she is so small and I am so much bigger than her ... so I knocked her down a few times and made her cry once. But I am sure as the days go by I will learn my own strength and be gentle with the little monster, errr, I mean, my little adorable sister.&lt;br /&gt;This is us playing last night when she first arrived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/61006a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;As for an update about me, the shining star of this blog - I am doing well. I have grown a lot!! My mom and dad are going to take me to get fixed (I didnt know I was broken?) soon at the vets. They said they are waiting until after the Puppy Party that my doggie parents are having later this month. They said they wanted to make sure that I would be all well and not have to worry about stitches or anything since there will be like 11 other weimies (my brothers and sisters and parents) will be at the party. I am really looking forward to seeing Bella and Gunner and Ryder and Cooper and Grace my mom and Maxwell my dad and every one else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;*wags tail*  Its a happy life for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-115002603692051056?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/115002603692051056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=115002603692051056' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115002603692051056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/115002603692051056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-little-sister-ruby-well-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114885694601733033</id><published>2006-05-28T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:56:31.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritbeacha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritbeacha.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sand, The Surf... it's The Ocean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad finally took me to the ocean today. It was a busy day on Assateague Beach but we found a little spot for me to run around on. There were a lot of doggies there with their humans. I was freaking out... running and jumping all over the place. Mom complained that I didnt stand still long enough for her to take pictures but I think she got a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tasted the water, it was icky. I also tried to eat some sand, ewww. I gaged it back out of my mouth as fast as I could. My mom laughed as I hung my tongue out. Well you know, I am still young so the first time I encounter something new, I have to taste it. But take it from me... salt water and wet sand are not tasty so dont waste your time trying them when you go to the beach. I think I got sand stuck in my teeth even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human parents didnt keep me there long because there was too much of a commotion going on with all the people there with kids and stuff but they promised to take me back again sometime soon. They said during the weeknight there may not be so many tourists there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the beach there was a car behind us that didnt have any top on it and I could see the people in it. I was barking at them... grrrrr. I wanted to make sure they saw me. I may bark but I wag my stubby tail and butt so they know I am friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a picture of me and my human Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritbeach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritbeach2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My mom took a few videos... she said they arent the best, but here they are - you can see me running all over like a crazy weimy pup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZgwmZcKoos"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JZgwmZcKoos" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmAhEuVulY4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmAhEuVulY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114885694601733033?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114885694601733033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114885694601733033' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114885694601733033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114885694601733033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/05/sand-surf.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114849228488715837</id><published>2006-05-24T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:50:06.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Larry the Cable Guy adopts a Weim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was just checking out all the cute weimys like me that are available for adoption through rescue organizations and I saw that Larry the Cable Guy adopted a weimaraner from &lt;a href="http://www.heartlandweimrescue.org/"&gt;http://www.heartlandweimrescue.org/&lt;/a&gt;. Besides being funny, Larry is also a very smart guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartlandweimrescue.org/larrynjapercropsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heartlandweimrescue.org/larrynjapercropsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jasper now lives with Larry, his wife Cara and their 3 other doggies in the country. They have acres and acres of fenced in property so they can run all over the place. I think Jasper is a lucky weimy and I am happy he has a good home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the full story about Jasper, check out the link to Heartland Weim rescue. And I would like to give a great big high paw salute to everyone who helped this Weim and all Weims get a new home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*wags tail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114849228488715837?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114849228488715837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114849228488715837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114849228488715837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114849228488715837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/05/larry-cable-guy-adopts-weim-i-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114772611376444469</id><published>2006-05-15T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T16:48:33.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My mom is having a baby!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think my mom is having a baby or something. She told me that my little sister would be here in about a month. She showed me these baby pictures. I dont know exactly who this sister is yet, but she said its something called a Vizsla. And that she is coming home on June 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm... I am not sure how I feel about this whole little sister thing yet. I've been enjoying being the baby of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/vbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/vbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114772611376444469?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114772611376444469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114772611376444469' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114772611376444469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114772611376444469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-mom-is-having-baby-i-think-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114665759712397700</id><published>2006-05-03T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T08:00:58.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Spirit042906a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Spirit042906a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doggie Tooth Fairy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if there is a doggie tooth fairy? Does she leave bones under your doggie bed or blankie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far my mom has found 4 of my baby teeth that I have lost over the last week. She said that now I am becoming a big girl and getting my big girl teeth. I dont care so much about that though... I just want the doggie fairy to come visit me. Have any of you ever seen the doggie fairy? I bet she is a Chihuahua with butterfly wings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had my first bath. I cant say that I liked it very much. But I do smell better now, I was starting to smell like a dog. How weird is that!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the warm weather will be here and my mom promises to take me to the beach like every day! Ok, well she said every weekend. But I better I can give her my sad puppy dog eyes and get her to take me there more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I weigh 35 lbs now too!! I am getting very tall, while still keeping my lovely slim figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114665759712397700?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114665759712397700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114665759712397700' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114665759712397700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114665759712397700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/05/doggie-tooth-fairy-i-was-wondering-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114596613941284351</id><published>2006-04-25T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T07:55:39.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouchies! That shot hurt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the rest of my shots at the vet this past Friday. He said I am 32 lbs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was upset cause the shot hurt, but mom told me its important to get your shots because if not, I could get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of some icky things that you can get if you dont get those pointy needles in your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are a variety of preventative shots and medications available and your pup may or may not need them depending on where you live and how much exposure your dog will have to such things as other dogs, parks, wooded areas, etc. or areas heavily infested with mosquitoes, fleas or ticks. Here are some of the more common reasons for your pups shots and medications.   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;DISTEMPER&lt;/b&gt; - This is a common viral disease, highly contagious and spread by secretions from infected animals. It is easily destroyed by disinfectants. Symptoms are: fever, watery nasal discharge, yellow eye drainage, and loss of appetite. If ignored, distemper can affect the respiratory, GI and central nervous system with twitching, unsteadiness, weakness, paralysis and seizures. It can be fatal, or result in serious chronic physical problems. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;HEARTWORM&lt;/b&gt; - Contracted from the bite of an infected mosquito, it grows into a long, threadlike worm that makes it home in your dog's heart. Symptoms are: coughing, decreased exercise tolerance, and weight loss. Advanced stages will have a swollen abdomen, fever and difficulty breathing. It is difficult to treat, but left untreated, it is fatal. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;KENNEL COUGH&lt;/b&gt; - Caused by several different bacteria and viruses, such as canine parainfluenza, canine adenovirus-2 and bordatella bronchoseptica. Severity of symptoms varies with age and condition of dog. To puppies, older or debilitated dogs, it can be fatal. Symptoms are: spasms of dry, harsh coughing, usually followed by gagging or retching, fever, nasal discharge and depression. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;LEPTOSPIROSIS&lt;/b&gt; - Transmitted through the urine of infected animals, it has been on the rise in the past few years. It is contagious to humans. Symptoms are: vomiting, depression, kidney pain with frequent urination, ulcers of the mouth/tongue, and a thick brown coating of the tongue. Both bloody vomiting and stools may occur. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;LYMES DISEASE&lt;/b&gt; - Transmitted by ticks during their feeding. Symptoms are: a rash that is "target" like in appearance, fever, lameness caused by joint stiffness/swelling, and paralysis. Treatment is difficult and can extend over a long period of time. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;CANINE HEPATITIS&lt;/b&gt; - Not the same as the human form, this disease primarily affects the liver, kidneys and the lining of the blood vessels. Symptoms are various as this virus can be anywhere from mild to fatal and can strike suddenly with rapid advancement. High fevers, bloody diarrhea, refusal of food, painful movement, jaundice, bleeding gums and sensitivity to light require immediate vet intervention. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;RABIES&lt;/b&gt; - Transmitted via infected saliva and affects the brain. Symptoms are personality changes, staring off into space, sensitivity to light, fever, vomiting and diarrhea. As the virus progresses, the dog will either become agitated and aggressive, or paralytic - the mouth drops open with the tongue hanging out, drooling, coughing and pawing at the mouth. Once symptoms develop, it is fatal. Definite diagnosis can be made by autopsy only. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;PARVOVIRUS&lt;/b&gt; - Highly contagious between dogs, it is transmitted by contaminated droplets and stool. It can easily be transported from kennel to kennel on shoes, crates or other inanimate objects. Affecting the GI tract, bone marrow, lymph nodes and heart, the symptoms are: abdominal pain, fever, bloody diarrhea, depression with loss of appetite and difficulty breathing. It is highly fatal to puppies. This virus is resistant to most disinfectants. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;CORONAVIRUS&lt;/b&gt; - Coronavirus is transmitted by contact with infected saliva and/or stool. The stool is usually noted to be yellow-orange in color, foul smelling,watery, and often bloody. Dehydration, weight loss and death can occur. It can reoccur 3-4 weeks after the initial symptoms subside. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;GIARDA&lt;/b&gt; - Caused by contaminated food or water from an infected animals stool, most often a wild animal or cross contamination at a dog park or other place where many dogs gather. It is usually asymptomatic in adult dogs, but will cause diarrhea, possibly mixed with blood and mucous in puppies. Diagnosis can be difficult, but once found, is easily treated. The source of the giardia contamination must be removed. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;b&gt;COCCIDIA&lt;/b&gt; - Very common in the canine population, it is estimated that 80% of all domesticated dogs are infected with coccidia. Again, like giardia, it is asymptomatic in adult dogs, but the spores are shed in stool, recontaminating the ground for youngsters to pick up once they tred through contaminated areas. It is also easily treated, but often recurs due to the spores shed and ground contamination. Luckily, treatment is cheap, however must be given for 21 days. Immaculate yard pick-up of feces is a must during this time. There is no way known to completely decontaminated the yard/play area, although it is surmised that a good winter freeze will do the trick. This writer suspects that it is just the pup coming into adulthood that ceases the symptoms, rather than a winter freeze. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114596613941284351?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114596613941284351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114596613941284351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114596613941284351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114596613941284351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/04/ouchies-that-shot-hurt-i-got-rest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114449662782581874</id><published>2006-04-08T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:03:05.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Growing Pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My human cousins (3 girls) are coming to stay with us for a week. They arrive today! I am very excited to have some play mates. My mom said that kids are a lot like us puppies: unruly, have selective hearing and are full of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/sleepy4206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/sleepy4206.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some stages we go through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birth to 3 months&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p&gt;They alternate between spurts of high activity and deep sleep. They are totally dependent on their parents/owners and can be very clingy and fearful around strangers. Food is a strong desire but only certain food is appropriate for them and problems can occur if anything "strange" is ingested. Owners spend a lot of time monitoring body functions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;3-6 months&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They begin exploring their universe and they get into everything. The word they hear most often is - NO! Their bodies don't always seem to follow their instructions: "How did my head get between these railings? I'm pretty sure I can fit under this couch. Boy, those stairs are hard to climb up and down!" They seem to be trying to communicate and sometimes they even understand what you want. "Sit? Did you say sit? Oh, you mean, sit. Did you mean now?" Their adult teeth begin to emerge - everything ends up in their mouths!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;6-9 months&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;They start to make their way in the larger world - dog classes, visits to exciting places, new situations. They begin to develop their unique personalities as they are exposed to different things. It's all the owner can do to keep their attention and not have them go running off to play with Spot &amp;amp; Rex. They go through some sudden growth spurts which often leave them physically confused. "I used to be able to get through this hole. These stairs aren't that bad." Their diet changes from "kid stuff" to more grown-up fare and if they haven't yet discovered people food, this is the time they will root it out - out of your hand, out of the garbage and off the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;9-12 months&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The dreaded "H" word: hormones! Suddenly the boys are lifting their legs and the girls are flirting or snapping. What happened to that mild-mannered puppy of yesterday? One moment they're strutting, bossy, sassy, fearful, ignoring you! Then they are all sweetness and light, shy and bashful, wrapping themselves around your legs. All these physical changes are confusing. Please let this be a phase - tell me that my pup will settle down again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 year +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're in the home stretch now. There are still a few kinks to work out and an inevitable crisis every once in a while, but now begins the test to see just how solid a foundation we were able to build during those early years. All those days of love mixed with discipline, compassion mixed with common sense and striving to understand, will begin to pay off. Now we step back, take a look and say "I helped create this wonderful being with whom I will be happy to share my life."&lt;/p&gt; ...I am in phase 3-6 months now. And ummm, yeah, last night, I ate my dad's favorite recliner. Well, now they all know its mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114449662782581874?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114449662782581874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114449662782581874' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114449662782581874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114449662782581874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/04/growing-pains-my-human-cousins-3-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114393491813932128</id><published>2006-04-01T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T18:42:17.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATTN Weimys of the World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a photo contest that will be judged by Mr. Wegman.&lt;br /&gt;Here is your chance to be discovered! Mom is going to try to enter me in the contest too. All photos must be submitted by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dvwcrescue.org/PhotoContest.htm"&gt;Photo Contest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/chair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114393491813932128?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114393491813932128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114393491813932128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114393491813932128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114393491813932128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/04/attn-weimys-of-world-there-is-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114313102327507597</id><published>2006-03-23T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:37:52.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEW YORK MUSEUM GOES TO THE DOGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William Wegman, an artist who my human mom said made Weimy's famous, has an art exhibit at a NYC museum. I think Sam I Am and I should pose for him. After all, we are famous bloggers. &lt;em&gt;*sticks tongue out*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is a link to the article about Mr Wegmans exhibit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.voanews.com/english/2006-03-21-voa97.cfm"&gt;http://www.voanews.com/english/2006-03-21-voa97.cfm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I would love to see an artist pose all sorts of dogs (and maybe even cats), I think that would be pretty neat. Maybe a calendar of doggie bloggers!!! "Bloggin' Dogs 2007" !&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture I will submit for December 2007, cause I am just so darn cute! This is my dads old recliner - mom keeps threatening to throw it out. But I like to sleep in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/55f53e5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/55f53e5c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A lot of people see Mr. Wegmans pictures and think that Weims are easy pets. But that is not entirely true. We need a lot of exercise, attention and love. I hope people research more about our breed before they just go get a Weim. My Mom said a lot of Weimys end up in rescue organizations and foster homes because people didnt know what they were getting into when they got one of us. I also think that is the case with most pets. I watch my mom as she looks through Petfinder.org and I see lots of cats and dogs that need homes. I hope more people stop and think about the long term commitment they are making when they bring one of us (yes even cats) home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114313102327507597?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114313102327507597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114313102327507597' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114313102327507597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114313102327507597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-york-museum-goes-to-dogs-william.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114259968333544130</id><published>2006-03-17T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:50:07.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Brother Cooper: The Super Hero-Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I learned that my older brother, Cooper, is a superhero!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cooper was born in June, 2005. I have never met him yet, but his human mom sent pictures of him for me and my human mom to see. And guess what we discovered? Not only is he gorgeous (like me) but he is also...... a Super Dog! My very own big brother is a super hero!&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my brother Cooper in his costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/coopersuperdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/coopersuperdog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they also sent us a picture of Cooper being brave and attacking this aweful snow monster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/coopersnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/coopersnow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bet we have a little super hero-dog in all of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114259968333544130?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114259968333544130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114259968333544130' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114259968333544130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114259968333544130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-brother-cooper-super-hero-dog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114156226334542528</id><published>2006-03-05T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T07:37:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certificate of Pedigree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Mom said that family is important, whether its your adopted family or your birth family.&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy that I have heard from my older brother Cooper, my littermate sister Bella and my littermate brother Gunner. It makes me happy to know that they are doing well. I would like to start an online photo album where I can keep and show pictures of my birth family and my adopted family. If any of my doggie blog friends have a suggestion as to a good photo album site, please let me know. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom sent in my AKC registration papers and got this nifty Certificate of Pedigree which shows who my ancestors are. I really like it, its is kinda like a family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/pedigree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/pedigree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But regardless ... if you are not able to research your family through the AKC, or if you are a human and cannot trace your ancestors cause you were adopted, the important part is that the family you are with now. They are the building blocks, the foundation... of your family. Love your Mom and Dad, love your sisters and brothers - because chew toys, neighborhood dogs and kitties, they all come and go... but your family is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114156226334542528?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114156226334542528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114156226334542528' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114156226334542528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114156226334542528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/certificate-of-pedigree-my-mom-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114138693776602795</id><published>2006-03-03T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:55:37.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo Time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Bella sent me some pictures of herself - some nice new ones so I can see how she is doing. Here she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bella at her new home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/bella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/bella1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Bella2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Bella2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And a few new ones of yours truly... Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/26ec6f6f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/26ec6f6f.jpg" alt="" 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/21825438-114138693776602795?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114138693776602795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114138693776602795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114138693776602795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114138693776602795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo-time-my-sister-bella-sent-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114112566361202425</id><published>2006-02-28T06:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:21:03.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister Bella and her mom Julie emailed my mom and I.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty neat to hear how Bella is doing. She is pretty much housebroken, like me. Although, she doesnt mind being in the crate, I still dont like it. Bella is growing fast too. Julie said that Bella likes to chew on people also. I love it! I know my mom doesnt love it when I sneak up behind her and grab her pants as she is trying to walk... but its all in fun. Hey, we're puppies still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Bella is growing up to be big and strong and happy. I love all my sisters and brothers. Here is a picture of Bella from when we still lived with the Ethriedges and our parents. I bet she is a lot bigger now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/177-7768_IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/177-7768_IMG.jpg" alt="" 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/21825438-114112566361202425?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114112566361202425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114112566361202425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114112566361202425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114112566361202425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-sister-bella-my-sister-bella-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114079826988348298</id><published>2006-02-24T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T11:30:17.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/long206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/long206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*...Scales, Crates and Veterinarians...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My mom weighed me this morning and I am 17.5 lbs now. I dont really know if that is average for a Weimy like me or not. But my mom said I look healthy and eat well so I should grow up to be a big strong girlie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am at work again with her today. She said that she brought me to work with her today because I am going to the veterinarian tonight. I dont know what that is, but I sure hope its fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mom said it would be a little stressful since it's my first time there without my littermates. I am a good girl though, so I think it will go well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am having a problem at home though. I dont like my crate when the door is closed. I cry a lot whenever I am in my crate, even for a few minutes. If the door is open its ok, I go to sleep or play with my toys but as soon as the door closes, I freak out. Yesterday mom had to run out and left me in the crate for about 30 minutes. When she came home, I was so stressed that I had foam saliva on my chin, chest and front feet. Even though mom will leave my toys, my blankie and a crunchie doggie biscuit in there for me... I just dont like it. Anyone have any suggestions to make me feel more comfortable in there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*woofers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114079826988348298?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114079826988348298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114079826988348298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114079826988348298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114079826988348298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114053649301158995</id><published>2006-02-21T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:41:33.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/truck021906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/truck021906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My Big Trip Up North !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This past weekend I went to northern NJ with my mom and dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;It was a very long drive up in the truck. I dont particularly like riding in vehicles yet. My mom says I will when I get older. But right now, they kinda scare me. I tried to sleep for most of the way up there. I sprawled out on the front seat between mom and dad for most of the trip up. But then I moved to the back seat because my blankie was back there. It took about 4 hours to get to my Great Auntie Dee's house. She lives in the "mountains" of NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived I met Great Auntie Dee, Great Uncle Steve and my little Aunties: Samantha, Jessica and Alyssa. They all loved me. And I loved them too. They were a lot of fun. Its always interesting to have new humans to smell, chew on and play with. My Auntie Jessica took me outside a lot. She loves animals and wants to be a vet when she gets big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is a picture of me and my little Auntie Alyssa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/withalyssa021806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/withalyssa021806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;My cousin Liberty (who is very big! She is 1/2 Newfoundland) scared me at first. She is large and full of energy. I have to admit, looking up at such a large dog made me nervous. Eventually Liberty realized that I am MUCH smaller than her and decided to be more gentle with me. We played a lot. She took my rope toy and played "Keep Away" with me. My other cousin, Chance, didnt really like me. He growled at me and didnt really want to play with me. Thats ok though. I think he will like me when I get a little bit bigger. Maybe its because I am small right now. My mom tried really hard to get pictures of me and Liberty playing, but we ran around so fast and were always on the move that it was hard for her to get a decent one of us. Hey.... we were having fun, there was no time to stop and pose.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Liberty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/withlibby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/withlibby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I had a lot of fun. The weekend was over really quick it seemed and we headed back home. I hope to see my cousins (and my human relatives) again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*wags tail*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114053649301158995?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114053649301158995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114053649301158995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114053649301158995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114053649301158995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-big-trip-up-north-this-past-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114038057922972067</id><published>2006-02-19T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:28:53.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I learned today... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Dog Property Laws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;1. If I like it, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;8. If I saw it first, it's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;10. If it's broken, it's yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114038057922972067?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114038057922972067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114038057922972067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114038057922972067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114038057922972067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-i-learned-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-114012217369738861</id><published>2006-02-16T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:40:49.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;...Growing Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom put me on the weight scale yesterday. I have gained just over 5 pounds since I went to live with her and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet consists of Natural Choice: Large Breed Puppy food, 3 times a day. And once a day I get a Natural Choice "cookie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said I am growing in leaps and bounds...whatever that means. I know I love to leap onto the futon and bound around the house - if that is what is she talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I have this flood of energy and play and play... and then, I leap up onto the futon and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is fun too ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And yesterday I got to go to work with mom again. Everyone there treats me like I am a Hollywood star!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*wags tail and looks pretty*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-114012217369738861?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114012217369738861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=114012217369738861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114012217369738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/114012217369738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-113967149395466786</id><published>2006-02-11T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:47:58.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/21106a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/21106a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*getting all happy thinking about next weekend*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend mom and dad are taking me to New Jersey to meet my cousins... Chance and Liberty. It's going to be a long ride (4 hours in the bouncy Jeep) to meet them, but it'll be worth it. I promise to take lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I also hope there is some snow up there, I havent had the chance to play in the snow yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-113967149395466786?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113967149395466786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=113967149395466786' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113967149395466786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113967149395466786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/getting-all-happy-thinking-about-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-113950835567565250</id><published>2006-02-09T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:44:34.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Story of Stairs and Feline Sisters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally learning how to get up those towering stairs that lead to the second floor. I can make the small steps that lead outside just fine, but my little legs still have problems with the long stairs. By the time I get two steps from the top, I have to slow down because I am struggling - then the landing is wood so its slippery. &lt;em&gt;Grrrr. &lt;/em&gt;Even worse trying to go down though. I sort of do this slide on my belly thing, using my front paws to take me down the next step. Sometimes my back paws are two steps behind my front paws though and so I kinda just slide down like a sleigh on a snowy hill. My mom tells me I need to take it slower and I will learn. I just think they need to install an escalator for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs is fun though so I dont mind the struggle to get up there. In the morning when mom goes upstairs to do some web surfing and emailing, I follow her up and lay down on the floor by her desk. The floor is wood and I would slide, so mom put down an old towel for me to lay on. It's my quiet time with mom... we both enjoy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/020906a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/020906a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My feline sisters (Maya, Sara &amp;amp; Pixie) like to hang out upstairs too. They sit in the window and sun bathe most of the day. Occassionally I try to play with them, but for the most part, they dont want too much to do with me...especially Sara and Pixie. Maya is the most tolerant of the bunch. Mom is trying to teach me that they arent my toys and that I shouldnt treat them as such. She said its important for me to learn this now because of my natural prey drive. I think I will remember it - so far I havent spit up and cat hair balls. &lt;em&gt;*looks innocent with puppy dog eyes* &lt;/em&gt;A few days ago I followed mom upstairs and laid down by her desk and Maya came over and laid down by me. I think she approves of me. She's kinda fat (dont tell her I told you that though) and she pushed me and took up most of my blankie. She even rolled on her back trying to get me to rub her belly. Well, I am not her personal belly rubber, so I ignored her and went back to sleep. It was nice to have the company though... made me think of all the times I cuddled up with my brothers and sisters before we all went to our new homes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I think I am going to go now... I want to try and investigate the closet. I know they keep my food in there and if only I could find a way to get in there when they arent looking.&lt;br /&gt;See ya later!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Maya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/MayaSpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/MayaSpirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-113950835567565250?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113950835567565250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=113950835567565250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113950835567565250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113950835567565250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-stairs-and-feline-sisters-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-113922918825978497</id><published>2006-02-06T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T07:34:13.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/playing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My step sister, Haley, and I like to play. We have a good time together... she really wears me out. After I play with her, I sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Haley is two years old, she has a lot of things to teach me, but right now I am more interested in playing tug o war with our rope toys, chewing on her tail, pulling her ears and stuff. Here is a picture of her and I playing the other day. She is very gentle with me because she knows I am much smaller than her. Someday though, I will be bigger than she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-113922918825978497?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113922918825978497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=113922918825978497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113922918825978497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113922918825978497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-step-sister-haley-and-i-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-113899677049374816</id><published>2006-02-03T14:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:13:23.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Off To Work I Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am the luckiest pup in the world! Today I got to go to work with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;That's right... she packed up all my favorite toys, my blankie, some snacks, lunch &amp; my doggie bowls and we went to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom works in an office that used to be a big giant house - it was really neat. My mom put my blankie by her chair and I played and slept most of the day. Work sure is tough!! I also got to meet the office cat, Angelina. She didnt like me. I dont know why. I wanted to play with her but she just puffed her big black tail up and ran away. Oh well. At least I got to meet the people my mom works with and they all loved me... of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom told me on our drive to work that I should be on my best behaviour and I was. Everyone was amazed at what a good little girl I am. I also wagged my little stubby tail a lot - they loved it. I think I made a good impression and I might even be able to go back and visit them again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*curls up on my blankie and rests after a long day at work*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-113899677049374816?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113899677049374816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=113899677049374816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113899677049374816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113899677049374816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/off-to-work-i-go-i-think-i-am-luckiest.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21825438.post-113891556512113599</id><published>2006-02-02T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:52:32.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/sleeping.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/sleeping.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/sleeping.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawns and stretches&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home with my new family for almost a week now. I came to live with them on January 27th, 2006. I was born on December 12, 2005, one of nine babies born to Faithful Grace and Maxwell VI from Pennsylvania. I loved playing with my two sisters and 6 brothers and I do miss them, but I have a nice new family now and my sisters, mom and dad are all very nice. They take very good care of me. Actually, my mom is quite the pushover. All I have to do is look at her with my pretty eyes and turn my head slightly with my ears all perked and she just melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have been trying to be a good girl though. When mom or dad takes me outside, I get straight to business and do my thing. I have only had two accidents in the house so far... which isnt bad for a youngin' like me. I'm only 7 weeks old, ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite toy is my rope. It's all different colors with a big knot on each end. I like to toss it around in the air and chew on it. It doesnt taste so yummy though so I dont eat it. I have a bunch of fun toys - it looks like Toys R Pups in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yawns and thinks about going back to sleep*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, thats all for now. I will update this soon - so check back often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Spirit_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/Spirit_blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21825438-113891556512113599?l=faithfulspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113891556512113599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21825438&amp;postID=113891556512113599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113891556512113599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21825438/posts/default/113891556512113599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithfulspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/yawns-and-stretches-ive-been-home-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Spirit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05228449004876966262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e194/Faithful_Spirit/spiritprofile-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
